Dr. Richard Boylan, Las Vegas, Nevada

How does a psychologist begin to talk about contact by extraterrestrials? As I write this (February, 1993), I am still strongly influenced by the popular culture's carefully sculpted attitude of scoffing at extraterrestrial contact. And, of course, I have my professional position to think about. Then, too, the disclosure work I have done on covert weapons and operations of the "Black Budget" side of government has earned me scores of warnings from ex-military and "ex-"Intelligence types.

Given the focus of the CIA and Defense Intelligence on psychological warfare, psychotronics and mind control, am I not giving them further keys to my mind by making open the intimate details of my close encounter experiences? However, to tell the truth, I am driven by a sense of mission to tell this truth and damn the consequences. It has become increasingly clear to me that this sense of mission comes from my extraterrestrial contacts. But, lest I sound like a galactic version of the Manchurian Candidate, let me affirm that I probably would have done it anyway.

Telling the truth in the face of the Big Lie has always been important to me. So, here goes.
In reporting Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind (CE-IV's), I shall omit the possible, but not certain, incidents of my earlier life. Such would include an unseen, silent mystery "helicopter?" that shone an intense beam of white light down on our car and the roadside hill, as my girlfriend Donna and I were driving between Mokelumne Hill and San Andreas, CA on Highway 49 on a summer night in 1984.

Or the intense light that lit up my surroundings and woke me up around 4:30 a.m. in 1952, as I, age 12, slept on a Boy Scout campout in the Eastern California desert near the Nevada line. I assumed it was the light from an atomic bomb test due to go off that morning at the Nevada Test Site. So I groggily went back to sleep, only to be reawakened about an hour later by the flashbulb-bright lightburst of the actual atom bomb, complete with delayed faint rumble sound from the East. I remember wondering puzzledly about "two" test shots so close together, when normally they are spaced weeks apart.

Leaving aside the unclear incidents, I will concentrate on what is certain. My sure Close Encounters are two, plus some "minor" incidents. My first sure Close Encounter took place from about 11:20 p.m., April 12, until 12:20 a.m., April 13, 1992 on a lonely stretch of U.S. Highway 180 in southern New Mexico.

The second Close Encounter occurred along an equally lonely stretch of Nevada State Highway 375 about 100 miles north of Las Vegas on the night of November 30, 1992. Both encounters took place, perhaps not coincidentally, while I was engaged in covert reconnoitering of areas having classified UFO/Star Wars bases.

To put my first Close Encounter into perspective, the reader should know that this CE-IV took place on the fifth day of an intensive reconnaissance tour I made of secret UFO bases, Star Wars weapons labs, and Black Budget test ranges of the U.S. Southwest. I made this Grand Tour after four months of intense reading up on the latest information on these topics. My intensity came from some source outside of my usual curiosity.

During the portion of the tour before I had my CE-IV, I had already reconnoitered: [cf. footnote 1] a secret, undeclared missile battery at Deep Springs, CA, protecting the western approaches to classified bases in mid-Nevada; the Department of Energy's secret Tonopah (Star Wars weapons) Test Range; the Above-Top-Secret Area 51 and Area S-4 bases where I actually saw the U.S. flying its own homemade flying saucers; the anomalous support facilities to the Archuleta Mesa installation near Dulce, NM, where multiple UFO sightings and cattle mutilations have been reported; the Los Alamos National Laboratories' anti-matter and biological weapons, and extraterrestrial biological research facilities; the Sandia National Laboratories at Kirtland Air Force Base, Albuquerque where I discovered controlled, self-sustaining, compact, magnetically-contained nuclear fusion available as a powerplant or source of SDI weapon energy, and 100-trillion-volt electro- magnetic-pulse weapons development; the classified-Umbra National Solar Observatory at Sunspot, NM where USAF scientists research spaceflight effects of geomagnetics; and the adjacent National Security Agency's ELMINT Sacramento Peak Frequency Surveillance Station (under cover of U.S. Army) which monitors electromagnetic intelligence around the White Sands Missile Range, Holloman Air Force Base and NASA's secret Johnson Space City complex behind White Sands National Monument.

After my personal ET encounter, I completed, as scheduled, my reconnaissance of: the National Radio Astronomy Observatory (Datil, NM), (where I discovered the government is secretly sending and receiving communication signals from intelligent sources in space); secret underground tunnels being prepared near the site of what was supposed to be the Very Large Array radiotelescope facility (Pietown, NM); and Northrop's highly-classified U.S. flying saucer manufacturing works near Lancaster in the Tehachapi Mountains, where I saw brief test flights of the same U.S. saucers I saw extensively flown above Area 51, Nevada.

Thus, it was in the context of this eye-opening and dangerous reconnoiter, uncovering secrets of the Southwest's most exotic, classified and heavily-guarded UFO and Star Wars bases, that I was intercepted halfway through by extraterrestrials.

The Extraterrestrials have a vital interest in this governmental technological and weapons-oriented buildup response to the secret the government has suppressed for 45 years: that extraterrestrial contact is a fact. The Extraterrestrials' vital interest is that these Star Wars weapons have been prepared against, and are being targeted on them.

Before I began my Grand Tour, I had shifted from my previously neutral-to-favorable stance on Extraterrestrials to a rather fearful and wary stance, due to having just read David Jacobs' deceptive book, Secret Life. In this book Jacobs purports to present investigatory cases portraying Aliens as uniformly cruel, predatory, rapacious, unfeeling, intrusive kidnappers and rapists, who continually prowl about invading the minds and body cavities of their human victims, terrorizing them, and looking for ovum and sperm samples so they can breed horrible hybrid monsters.

After my Close Encounter the night of April 12, I noticed the very next morning a dramatic change in the way I felt about extraterrestrials. I felt more peaceful and composed about them as I completed the rest of my mind-blowing reconnoiter of what "our" Government is up to. I felt: so what if people from another star system come here to visit.
Later on I determined that Jacobs's "research" book was a detectably false distortion of the facts. And I learned from author Karla Turner that he had discarded cases which did not fit his preconceived notions, thus "cooking" his "findings". [footnote 2].

Let me now relate to you what happened in New Mexico, as I had my first close extraterrestrial encounter. Part of what took place is blocked from complete recall. This sometimes happens to CE-IV experiencers, due to either the extraordinary context in which such encounters occur, or due to a post-hypnotic suggestion instilled by the extraterrestrials that the person will not recall all the details until a later, better time. Thus I will present all that I could retrieve, which seems to be most of what happened.

On April 12, 1992, after leaving Alamogordo I proceeded west on Interstate 10 towards Deming, NM in my Chevy Blazer. I had my CB radio on, listening to and talking with truckers along the way. At Deming I turned off onto U.S. 180, heading northwest towards my destination for the night, a campground in Gila National Forest. Highway U.S. 180 is a two-lane blacktop road that goes in an almost straight line for 53 miles between Deming and Silver City, through absolutely empty and featureless Sonoran scrub desert. It's mostly flat, with an occasional gentle rise, and this night had maybe three cars on it besides mine the entire length.

When I left Interstate 10 at Deming it was just after 11 p.m., on a cloudless and starry night in the pitch-black desert. As I pulled away from the Interstate, the CB audio traffic died out due to distance. I was weary but alert enough to safely complete my drive to the campground. I estimated I would arrive by 12:30 a.m. As I settled in to this final leg of a long day's drive, I was aware that the road rose gently after about 15 miles. It was at about 11:20 p.m. I vaguely noticed a patch of whiteness shining in the moonlight on a rise over to the left, about 200 yards off the road.

I remember vaguely considering it as a patch of snow. (Later I realized that there could not be snow at this lowest part of the southernmost region of the New Mexico desert; I had not seen snow on the ground since traveling in the mountains west of Taos, some 400 miles north.) About this time I heard a loud voice I presumed came from my CB, saying in an Arkansas twang, "Watch out for the smoke!" (or "Smokey," i.e., state trooper; I'm not sure which word was used).

The voice seemed to come from behind my left ear. (Later, reflecting that my CB speaker was mounted below my dash in front of me slightly to the right, I realized it wasn't the CB talking.)
At first I figured that some trucker ahead of me was warning anyone about a State Trooper he had spotted. So I got on the CB and asked "Where is the Smokey?" I was surprised when I got no answer. This is the only time in my experience that a CB-er failed to provide location information to follow up on his State Trooper warning. The strangeness had only begun.

Almost at once I saw what looked like a huge luminous cloud of smoke stretched across the highway from the leftmost part of the rise to the rightmost part and up to the sky, a solid curtain across the highway. I presumed that it was my bad luck to be running across a forest fire. So I went back on the CB to ask anyone out there, "Where's the fire? Does anyone know about the fire on 180?" Again, it was spooky. No answer from Arkansas Twang or anyone else. I started to broadcast again, then gave up lamely, since I was just about upon the presumed smokecloud. I cursed my luck, and in a second calculated what a long detour I would have to drive if this fire blocked the highway, versus the risk of plowing through the smoke blind, hoping it was just a hundred feet thick or so and I could break through to the other side and complete my journey. I drove into the smoke, taking my foot off the gas to slow down in case I didn't pop through the other side quickly. I didn't. Not for an hour.

The smoke seemed to be coming off the hillside to the left of me. I couldn't see the road, the center line or anything. So I came to a stop. (Later, in hypnotic recall, I noted that there were no trees or brush burning, no blackened or charred chapparal, and that the "smoke" had no odor! Nor was this fog, not in the Springtime bone-dry Sonoran desert with the air temperature nowhere near any "dewpoint.") I sat defeated in my car, stopped in the right lane of U.S. 180 in the middle of nowhere. The grayish-white vapor did not dissipate. So I got out, walked across the road to the left shoulder, towards where the ground rose slightly up, disoriented in the vapor. I got the impression of low scrub pinon pines spaced apart in the vapor. I stepped across a little ditch at the edge of the road and walked towards these "pinon pines," then stopped, unable to see. (I presumed there were pinon pines there, but a friend who later re-drove that road in daylight told me there were none on that stretch.)

Then I went into a state of paralysis. I could not move my body. I sensed the approach of two persons, who got on either side of me. Each placed a firm grip on my forearms. I cannot recall viewing them. The funny thing about their hands was that theirs was a three-finger grip. Their fingers were long and didn't feel like human fingers. They did not have articulated bones, but felt like a continuous cartilage inside with a padded fleshy exterior. The grip consisted of two fingers on top of my forearm and one finger underneath. The fingers were not much wider than human ones but quite long. And their grip was like a vise. It was clear I was going with them. I had no better idea, anyway.

I was led forward and to the left, in the general direction of what I had presumed was the "snowpatch" gleaming in the moon- light. Soon we arrived at a landed metallic vehicle. I stopped about five feet in front of midpoint of its long side. It was shaped like a flattened arch, with rounded ends. The bottom seemed more flat, but that may be because it was partially sunk into the sand. It was a metallic color, about the color of Airstream trailers, only not so bright. The length I would estimate at 35-50 feet and the height at midpoint at 10-12 feet. A resource person I consult with remote viewing capability determined that the craft had been in distress and had made a hard landing, and that one of the three crewmen was hurt.

A rectangular opening appeared in the side of the craft. Next thing, I remember sitting back in a chair in a room inside the craft, feeling spacey and numb, and gradually realizing that I was alone; they had left. The lighting in there was subdued. The air inside was of sort of a neutral temperature, not sharply cold like the desert night air. It smelled stale, like the recycled air you encounter in an airliner during a trans-continental flight.

After awhile they came back. The one who had the stronger grip when we encountered, the one on my right, felt like a male. As he came back in, I had a quick glimpse of his face. He had a roundish oval face with two large horizontally ovoid black eyes that did not slant or wrap around the side. No irises or pupils, just black all the way across the eye. I did not notice a nose, and got more of an impression than a view of a mouth. I did not clearly see, but got the impression of, a thin torso and limbs. Height I would estimate at five feet. He seemed placid, matter-of-fact. He was definitely not human, but unmistakably intelligent life. The other extraterrestrial had had a gentler, yet firm, grip on my left forearm when we first had our encounter. The feeling was of a lighter, gentler persona, possibly a female.

I was escorted into another room, which was also dimly lit, and placed in a reclining position, something like the posture in a dentist's or astronaut's chair. I felt a buzzing, stimulating,
resonating sensation in the triangular area defined by the tops of my eyebrows and the bridge of my nose, and focussed about a quarter-inch inward from skin surface. (This is a sensation I would become quite familiar with in the days and months ahead. It has heralded and accompanied subsequent ET contact, and anomalous occurrences that are presumably their handiwork.) I experienced a sense of pressure in my nose, as if a small object was being introduced into my nasal passages or even a little higher. (Afterwards for four or five days I had a sense of excessive pressure there, along with a feeling of buzzy resonance and pressure in my head that was almost like a headache, but not quite.)

Next I had a sensation of the release of restraints around my ankles; not physical restraints, but more of an immaterial, force-field kind. I understood that the ET's were done, and I was free to go. I got up. The next segment I remember is being outside the craft in the night floating horizontally towards my vehicle. After that, I became aware of being behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, the "vapor" dissipating, and I'm breaking out of the "smokecloud". I'm resuming my drive up U.S. 180 towards the Gila National Forest campground, where I then camped for the rest of the night.

. The next morning, when I woke up, I had no memory of my Close Encounter. But I did notice four odd things. I had a strange fullness and pressure feeling in my upper nasal passage area and a dull almost-headache: these are symptoms I had never had before. I wrote it off to fatigue. As I put on my socks I also noted that there were two tiny scoop marks side-by-side on top of my right great toe, each like a shallow crater that you could rest a BB in. I was startled, because I am no stranger to the body-marks literature of extraterrestrial encounters, which includes scoop marks from ETs'sampling of tissue. But denial set in, and I said to myself, "Nah, that can't be that!" Then I reflected that I had arrived at the campground at least an hour after my estimated time. And on the open roads of New Mexico, where a minute can equal a mile, I had become quite precise at calculating traveling time.

Lastly, I noticed, with curiosity, that overnight my attitude towards extraterrestrials had changed. Gone was the gripping fear that I had carried since reading Jacobs's lurid book. Instead I noticed that a gentle live-and-let-live attitude had settled in. And I began feeling sorry for the extraterrestrials, as I considered the monumental Star Wars weapons crash program aimed at them that I had just seen this trip. I also reflected on my own research. Cases I had interviewed found the extraterrestrials to be, after the human got over her/his initial fright, usually caring, gentle while firm, and concerned for such values as ecology, social justice, childhood education, consciousness advancement, and a spiritual/metaphysical focus.

I noted that the CE-IV Experiencers stated that while some gynecological/urological procedures did seem oriented towards retrieving reproductive material, in many other instances other ET medical procedures were oriented towards: cures of diseases, genetic manipulation of ovaries or an in-place fetus to create enhanced capabilities in the fetus (future offspring) of the Experiencer, or the returning of an enhanced conceptus to the mother for completion of childbearing and child-rearing. It struck me how distorted and misleading the reports of David Jacobs and Budd Hopkins were, with their Grey Menace tales. Instead, I found it appropriate to think like an anthropologist: what we have here is a contact between civilizations.
I also felt dedicated to the goal that this ET Contact with Earth not end up as it did in the movie Cool Hand Luke, where the sadistic Cracker Warden drawls: "What we have here is a failure to communicate."

So, a little suspicion began to curl inside my head. But I discounted it, saying to myself that the dramatic discoveries I had seen were making me tend to overdramatize these anomalies.
It was only after I returned home from the entire trip, and had nasal pressure, quasi-headaches and uncharacteristic moodiness and grouchiness persist for five days, that I reviewed everything, and realized that these, too, were common psychological aftermath signs of a Close Encounter repressed from conscious memory. At that point I made room for the possibility that I had had a CE-IV. I consulted a hypnotist-psychologist and a psychic remote-viewer to explore that possibility. When the hypnotist had me smell the "smoke" and I noticed no odor, that was the final straw that crumbled my denial. All that emerged from sessions with them is what I have resented.

Since this first Close Encounter, my life has gone differently. Like many other experiencers, I have experienced an acquisition of certain psychic abilities, or perhaps an enhancement of latent abilities. Such things as the telephone ringing and often I pretty much know who is on the other end. Or the ability to "feel" around corners: I'll drive near an ATM carport without being able to see into it and "know" whether there's a car in line already or it's clear. Or I'll often have a sense of whether there are any messages on my answering machine or not before I come in and look. I'll get a hunch or premonition when the extraterrestrials are coming, or going to be up to something, that turns out right.

On the physical side, I have a few times awakened with little blood spots in my nose, (signs of nasal-entry procedures), and I never used to get bloody noses. And I sometimes note strange marks, like a straight-line healed cut, as a laser would make, that wasn't there the night before. This is coupled with a sense that I had been visited the night before. Or I might be exhausted by the pressures of juggling family, marriage, jobs as an academic psychologist and counseling hypnotherapist, and my research and publication work on the Extraterrestrial Presence phenomenon, and I'll go to bed exhausted, have a sense of an ET intervention, and wake up brimming with energy and ready to take on some more.

On the astronomical front, during the late Summer through Winter of 1992 over the sky of Sacramento on several nights per week a stationary intensely-glowing object has appeared for hours at a time. Nicknamed by me The Twinkler, the object frequently but not always strobes beautiful different colored lights of red, teal, yellow, and bluish white, at a rate of about 6 cycles per second. Over the months it took a picket position at the different cardinal points of the compass, sometimes moving slightly, and generally shining from an hour after sunset until midnight, but varying in its "schedule." Other family members and Experiencers have seen the same object, although it was never reported in the newspaper.

And I've had a couple of subtle micro-Encounters. Once, when I was going out the front door at night on impulse, I heard and saw a rustling and rapid movement in the hedges on the right by the front door, which then "jumped" across in front of me and started clambering up on top of the hedges on my left all along the side of the house. It was as though something heavy and large, like an invisible big chimpanzee, raced across in front of me and onto and along the six-foot-high hedges. I know the extraterrestrials can either cloak themselves in invisibility, or create in the mind of the viewer a substitute visualization for themselves. And I know we don't keep any invisible chimpanzees as pets.

On another occasion as I was standing in the doorway of the bathroom in our bedroom, I glanced over towards the doorway to the hall, and got a quick glimpse of the back half of a figure in white turning around and exiting the doorway down the hall. I called out "Lee," thinking it was my wife. There was no answer. I walked over to the hallway and looked down and saw no one. I walked down to the kitchen, unsuccessfully. Finally I found her in the bathroom at the other end of the house. I asked her if she had just been down to the bedroom, but she had been in the far bathroom for a while. All the outside doors were locked. No one else was home that night. At least no one human was.

On the mental side I sometimes wake up with information or "advanced" awarenesses or intuitions that I didn't have before. Such information may have to do with "knowing" future events, or scientific principles I have never studied. Or what the Government's next strategy was going to be vis-a-vis the Cover-Up of extraterrestrial contact. Eerily, some one or two others of the Experiencers I am in contact with might get the same information around the same day or week. To use a computer phrase, it's like someone dumped a disc full of data onto my hard drive while I slept. But daytime intuitions come, too. And I have definitely had a successive series of strong "mission" feelings. For example, to overcome, and to encourage other Experiencers to overcome, the shame factor in coming out of the closet about having extraterrestrial contact. Or to go public with the Secret Government's murderous Star Wars agenda against extraterrestrials.

On the spiritual side, I have experienced, since researching extraterrestrial encounters, a gradual enhancement of my pre- existing attraction to shamanism and Native American spirituality. It appears that the connection is the emphasis of both Native American medicine persons and the extraterrestrials on a reverence for the Earth as a precious organism inextricably interwoven with our own life process and that of all our living relations (the animal, fish, bird, plant, microbial, etc., kingdoms).

Now I will share my second major Close Encounter experience. This took place on the night of November 30, 1992, while some other Experiencers and I were attending the Las Vegas International UFO Congress as invited speakers. Before I went to the Congress, I had a strong pull to revisit the Nevada Test Site-Nellis AFB Gunnery Range-Tonopah Test Range-Areas 51 and S-4/ Coyote Alpha complex. This off-limits Federal complex lies from 30 to 100 miles northwest of Las Vegas. Between speaking Monday afternoon on my research on extraterrestrial encounters and my talk Tuesday morning on the April Grand Tour of secret UFO and Star Wars bases, the pull to go visit became irresistible, despite the obvious danger. The UFO Congress had numerous Intelligence operatives in attendance, and in view of my published exposes of Area 51's activity, and the pattern of mail intercept, telephone monitoring, and dirty tricks by Agency types I had experienced, it was clear that any movement I made towards Area 51 would be under surveillance. I also "got" the message that there would be an unfriendly "welcoming" committee waiting at Area 51, if I tried to repeat my near-penetration of the Reservation boundary, as I had in April.

Originally a couple of other experiencers and I were going to reconnoiter Area 51 together. But around dinnertime one felt poorly, and another volunteered to stay behind and look after her.
My intention was to take the shortest route to Area 51, via I-15 and U.S. 93. However, as I came to a junction on I-15, I took the exit for U.S. 95, although I would swear I read "U.S. 93." (This kind of "accidental" re-routing has been noted by many experiencers, when the extraterrestrials want you to go a different route for a special reason.) Thus I took the west-side long route, which took me all the way around the federal restricted complex. I drove, having binoculars handy, and watching for anomalies.

As I proceeded north of Scotty's Junction on U.S. 95, I noted that the Department of Energy's [SDI] Tonopah Test Range was to the right, (although the official entrance was on U.S. 6 up ahead). Soon after, an odd light rose up from above the ridgeline there, and descend to nearer the base of the Cactus Range, and proceed along parallel with my car, but a mile or two to the right. After five minutes the light no longer could be seen. At Tonopah, I turned east onto U.S. 6 and proceeded along the northern boundary of the Nevada Test Site (NTS). After passing by the entrance to the Tonopah Test Range, I noticed that road traffic became extremely sparse, almost nonexistent. It was about then that I noticed a car about a mile behind mine that never caught up with mine nor dropped behind.

This was unusual, because I was travelling at a good clip in the essentially State Trooper-free stretches around the NTS. And in my broad experience in open-spaces driving, anyone going fast enough from behind to catch up within sight was usually going fast enough to pass me before long. They don't slow down from their previous rate and straggle behind at an exact pacing speed, unless it's a State Trooper. This turned out to be no State Trooper. I watched the pacing for about a half-hour to be sure I had the situation correctly sized up, then thought to myself, "I think I'm being followed." At the time, I suspected it might be some military/ Intelligence surveillance unit. I lost sight of the car as I came to the Warm Springs Junction, and I turned onto State 375.

My plan was to first stop at the Little A'Le'Inn in Rachel, 62 miles ahead, then proceed another 22 miles to the Area 51 entrance road. On this stretch I began to notice that the "car" behind me was doing strange things. As it paced a little closer behind, about a half-mile, its "headlights" could be more distinctly seen, as a single round light, as big and bright as a tight cluster of five halogen headlights on high beam would be. At times it would take short-cuts when the road curved, proceeding in a straight line instead across the desert at sagebrush-height level, and rejoining the road after the curve. At other times a second, small purplish glowing orb would accompany it, travelling parallel about 150 yards to the south, also at sagebrush level. The second orb would disappear after a while, then reappear. I would look in the rearview mirror and occasionally quickly turn my head around, to verify these "impossible" things. I knew then that it wasn't the CIA. I then got the feeling that the extraterrestrials were giving me an escort.
I had expected the Little A'Le'Inn to be open, but it turned out dark. As a result I raced past it unawares, when suddenly a giant pure white jackrabbit the size of a collie loped across the highway just in front of my car, at an almost cartoonish gait. I slammed on the brakes and swerved to the right to avoid hitting it. As I did my gaze went to the right and I noticed the darkened Little A'Le'Inn, which otherwise I would have gone past and missed in the dark desert without landmarks. I pulled in to this bar and cafe, which serves the lower-echelon Air Force employees at Area 51, and is a veritable museum of UFO and Alien pictures and Area 51 USAF lore and insignia patches. The Inn was closed, so I peered through its windows at the displays inside. Suddenly, a German Shepherd appeared from around behind the cafe. I feared it was an aggressive watchdog, such as are common in remote Nevada establishments, although I had not previously seen a dog at the Little A'Le'Inn. To my surprise this dog was unusually friendly and greeted me like old friends, putting its head against and nuzzling me, begging for a pet. I walked out to the highway and saw the "escort" vehicle stopped about a quarter-mile behind where I had parked. By the light coming from the Rachel hamlet, I could see what was there. There was no car frame behind a set of headlights, but an extremely bright orb, as big and bright as if the front end of a semi truck were one huge intense headlight. A UFO. I said to myself how the improbable rabbit had saved me from missing the Little A'Le'Inn. I wondered whether it, and perhaps the over-friendly guarddog, were shape-shifter Extraterrestrials.

I continued towards Area 51, turning in at the famous Groom Lake dirt road entranceway, which no longer had the infamous black mailbox as a landmark. My sense of danger increased, as I drove a few hundred feet down the road. I "felt" the trigger-happy Wackenhut security guards I had run afoul of in April [Footnote 1} were there just waiting for another crack at me. I extinguished my headlights, and stopped.

Right after I parked, the anomalous escort "car"/light came down the highway, pulled into Groom Lake Road to about three hundred feet behind me, now displaying two conventional headlights. After a momentary pause, it backed up, at an extraordinary speed for reverse gear in the pitch black night, turned around, and drove west on 375 back the way it came. (It thus could give the guards from a distance the impression that the "intruder" car (me) had changed its mind about trying to go down the Area 51 road, backed up, and returned from where it had come. I subsequently reflected that that may well have been the ET's purpose in their otherwise inexplicable maneuver, and why I was not harassed, despite the extreme security around the Area 51 perimeter.)

I got out and determined that no U.S.-made flying saucers were doing practice flights that night. Then I did a Native American prayer and pipe ceremony, asking Tunkashila, Maka Unce, and the Four Directions for protection, and to cancel the death karma emanating from Areas 51 and S-4. I was nervous about tarrying any longer because of the guards. As I started the car to leave, the "escort light" shone at my car from a new position, two miles ahead and a half-mile to the right of the Area 51 road. I felt it had been there as a protector, and became lit to show its agreement that I depart.

I then proceeded east on 375 towards U.S. 93, to complete the loop back into Las Vegas. No longer was the "escort light" behind me. But soon it started to appear about a mile ahead of me. I was going through winding road and canyons and would lose sight of it. Then a vehicle would approach from the general area where the light was last seen and drive past. I assumed that I had been mistaken about the bright light way up ahead being my UFO escort, because soon a vehicle would come from where I had seen the light. I tried to avoid making anything special out of that light. Then more anomalies started happening. I thought I saw a passing vehicle as being a panel truck. Then I noticed a tanker truck go by. Gradually it dawned on me how much traffic was developing on this deserted stretch of highway all of a sudden. I then realized the extraterrestrials could be imposing mental visualizations of a "car"on me to disguise what their craft really looked like. Only they did not bother to impose the identical visualization every time. I also realized that that means they're 'driving' by me so close I could reach my arm out (if I wanted to lose it) and touch the vehicle" (disguised UFO).

I then got to a straight stretch of highway where I could see the bright light a mile ahead get closer, go out, and reappear as two headlights, and when closer, as a complete vehicle. At first, I attributed the single Light going out to a dip in the road, but when I got to a flat stretch with no dips, it became evident that the single Light extinguished itself, and reilluminated as two headlights. Once, it manifested as two tandem sets of headlights, one right on the tail of the other, but by the time the pair got near me, only one vehicle with one set of headlights came by. Also, after each vehicle went by, its "taillights" only stayed on for a quarter-mile then disappeared, long before a curve or dip in the road could explain their disappearance.

On this stretch there are no side roads and nowhere to go off-highway. I smiled, realizing that the ET's were playing with me. Then the Light/UFO disappeared from in front of me, but soon reappeared behind me, no longer at road-level, but at about 150 feet altitude, and closing fast on me. I was at this point about adjacent to the supersecret Coyote Alpha Range, northeast of Area 51. I "felt" intensely the UFO's intent to make contact, and asked myself, "Are you ready for an ET Encounter?" I felt afraid at first, just a little nervous, but excited. After a minute I said "Sure, why not?" However, the approaching light somehow disappeared, although I do not remember it disappearing.

After this, I continued driving, soon turning down U.S. 93 towards I-15 and Las Vegas. Driving south on U.S. 93, I had a rest from the "Light"'s cat-and-mouse game for awhile. As I drew near to the junction with I-15, my extraterrestrial friends had one more surprise for me. (Here again is another example of how the extraterrestrials let you know in other ways that they are around.)

The big bright Light appeared a mile in front of me, about 1000 feet above the desert, about 300 yards to the left of U.S. 93. I was coming down a grade and had a long, sweeping, unbroken view of the entire desert for miles. The Light descended vertically to the level of the sagebrush tops, moved horizontally right until it lined up with the oncoming lane of U.S. 93, began moving towards me as a large single Light at surface level on the highway. At about one mile ahead of me, it changed in an instant to two conventional headlight beams, then drove past me moments later as a late-model passenger car! The ETs had shown me exactly the sequence of how they disguise a UFO as an Earth object.

I completed the return leg on I-15 to Las Vegas. The bright Light soon reappeared about a mile behind my car in my lane, as a single bright Light. Other traffic was behind it, and passed it and didn't seem to notice anything about it. The Light followed me on I-15 all the way through Las Vegas until I took the offramp near my hotel on the far side of town.
That night I saw a swarm of "fireflies" in my bedroom and had the very strong sense of ET presence. The next morning I had some little bloody spots in my nose.

These contacts have done what I thought I had no more capacity left for, caused another quantum leap in my sense of wonder.


Source: http://www.anomalies.net/

Ramon Alvarado (El Tocuyo, Venezuela)

During 1977 to 1979, before moving from Venezuela to Puerto Rico,Senor Ramon Rosa Alvarado had a series of unique experiences as anobserver in a local Venezuelan UFO Group which was being contactedby UFOnauts who told the local contactee there that they came fromthe PLEIADES.

At that time Alvarado and his wife were living near Giudad ElTocuyo, Districto Moran, Venezuela in a sugar cane growing district.Reports of strange disc-shaped aerial objects were occurring almostevery night. They would be seen approaching from below the crest ofa small sparsely vegetated mountain above the sugar came field, andwould fly about in the sky in all directions in a random fashion.

Word had gotten out about the almost nightly visits, and people fromall around began coming to the area to witness the phenomenon.One night around eight P.M. Sr. Alvarado and his wife watched manydifferent colored glowing objects of luminous disc-form flyingshelter over the cornfields.

They were of blue, green and amberradiance and were estimated to be 15 to 20 feet in diameter. Ramoncounted 25 such craft on this occasion. Some of them approachedquite close, and some hovered low over the came tops and in otherplaces only a couple of feet above the ground. The upper level ofthese operations was only about 400 to 500 feet above the groundsurface.

On this particular night the witnesses saw a large number of shinysilver metallic balls, nonluminous but highly reflective, alsoflying around in the dark sky. Though these spheres were notluminous, they could nevertheless be easily seen in the light of theother disc-shaped UFOs. The balls reflected the many lights of thelarger craft flying about.

There may have been as many as severaldozen such shiny balls only a few inches to a few feet in diameter,in several sizes. The silver balls kept moving rapidly and did notstop and hover like the luminous disc-shaped larger craft.

On another night a few weeks later, Ramon and his wife joined agroup of about 80 people who had come to witness the phenomena. Itwas a Wednesday evening (the objects seemed to be most active in mid-week) and they had seen the lights below the top of the large hill.Suddenly they saw three of the blue and green 15 to 20 foot diameterglowing disc-shaped flying objects about 400 to 500 meters to thenorth of their position.

The objects were situated, one over theriver to the north near the left road, another to the right of deadcenter, between the two roads, and a third over the cornfield acrossthe road to the right. As one of the witnesses started down the roadto the left with a Jeep, to get closer, the one to the far rightbegan to approach up the right road.

Alvarado and his wife were standing to the right and the light came slowly toward them.Suddenly a ball of white light about one meter in diameter burstinto view in front of them and began to fly a tight vertical circleabout 12 to 15 meters in diameter only a few feet away. Mrs.Alvarado fainted (besvimte)from fright.

Then a much larger round glow of light came on in the distance,across the river towards the hill. It must have been huge, becauseall of the disc-shaped craft and the white ball of light racedtoward it and went inside, and the whole thing rose and flew away asone object.

Before they departed, however, the disc-shaped luminouscraft on the right that was approaching up the road stopped, and anarray of horizontal light beams of several colors including blue,green, violet, amber and orange came "ON" on top of the object andradiated out horizontally. Then they began to rotate like helicopterblades, in a counterclockwise direction. These light beams blinkedout before this object went toward the larger light in the distanceand went into it.

There was a principal witness in that vicinity whom these alienvisitors picked up and contacted directly. They addressed thecontactee in his native Spanish but they conversed among themselvesin another language. When he asked what language it was, they calledit IRDIM. They said it was a proto-Sumerian tongue used long ago onEarth by their predecessors here, and that most other languages usedon Earth today were derived from it.

They said that their ancestorscame from what we call the PLEIADES.The spacebeings said that they lived lifespans of 1,000 to 1,200years of our time in a single physical embodiment. They said thatthey live simultaneously in the 3 dimensions we normally think of, -plus a 4th dimension we know very little about at the present time.

They said that the laws of the 4th dimension are entirely different,and that the speed of light in our dimension does not apply in thephysics there. They said that they simply shift all matter up to the4th dimensional state and the laws of time and space change. Theyhave offered scores of detailed descriptions on very scientificsubjects, including other dimensions and other beings. Sr. Alvaradoestimated the contact notes and dialogue he has seen amounted toseveral hundreds of pages.

These Pleiadians, like those visiting Switzerland also describe two other planets in our Solar System no familiar to us today. Theycalled one of them Nemus an the other Siris (these are our spellingsfrom the phonetics used). They say that these planets will be foundin orbits between what we call Neptune and Pluto. The visitors toSwitzerland said they were both beyond the orbit of Pluto. Thevisitors to Acaya said one was side and one outside the orbit ofPluto. We are unable to account for these disparities, however thefact that all spoke of only two may be significant.

They all mentioned undiscovered moons for the sub-suns Jupiter, Saturn,Uranus and Neptune, and they have now been proved to be correct in 3out of 4 and one still to be survey by close observation. They allsaid that there were many inhabited planets in the vast Pleiadessystems.They were all aware of other human and non-human visitors toour planet at this time, and each was in active contact with some ofthose others.A friend of one of the sugar farmers, Sr. Guillerr Torres of'Hacienda Las Cruces, near Ciudad El Tocuy successfully photographedone of the larger ships visiting this locality.

It is seen as alarge lens-shape circular craft with a wide lowprofile transparenttranslucent dome on top. It occasionally radiates light from therim, and some of this light is seen in the photograph. The skinsurface of the craft seems to be matt gray in color and has abrushed metal finish.

Two craft was an estimated 400 meters awaywhen the picture was made.They all operated, used or shared bases of limited accessibility inhigh mountain peaks and in equally inaccessible under oceanlocations.

Enriqe Castillo Rincon (Bogota, Colombia)

Colombian story is briefly as follows:Engineer, D. Enrique Castillo Rincon, president of the InstitutoColombiano de Investigaciones de Fenomenos Ex-traterrestres,conferee and delegate to the Unidentified Flying ObjectsInvestigative Organization, with home and offices in Bogota, gotoff the bus more than 150 kilometers from the capital.

It was about20:00 in the evening of Saturday, 3 November 1973. This was near theappointed place (where he had been telepatic told to wait for them -see another site). He had been told to carry nothing that couldcause harm or damage to anyone or anything.

He had arrived a littlein advance of the appointed time because he had to walk a waysaround a small lake, and he didn't want to be late.He was wearing a ruana, a kind of poncho, and a sombrero. He arrivedat the site that had been designated before this appointed time. Hehad been given his instructions in a communication prior toembarking on this trip.left to right picture from 1992 Garciela Torres -Chela - who firstreceived the ET-communications.

Enrique C.Rincon and mrs. Majorie deHollman in whose home many instructions and messages were receivedin Bogota.When he arrived near the lake everything was familiar to him, as ifhe had been there before, as if he were now reliving something hehad already done before, and he could see the place that would bemarked by the metal sphere placed there to guide him.

He thought, "Good this is the place"."I arrived with great anticipation," Enrique recalled, and walkingtoo close to the lake, stepped in water up to my knees. It was verycold. In Bogota our study group was meditating at this very moment.They were praying that all would work out well in my anticipatedmeeting with the spacecraft.

"There were more than 30 others in this study group in Bogota who had developed a "voice channel" contact some time before with acommunicator who said he was a visitor from another planet to Earth.(Remember that this happend 20-25 years before the methodof "channeling" became "normal". Rø-remark).

A number of voicechannel recordings were made and many questions were asked andanswered. In response to a request for a more direct face-to-facemeeting, the group was invited to choose one member from among themto represent them in such a meeting. They had chosen Rincon, leavingtheir "channel" with the group in meditation in Bogota.

"So I forged ahead. I came to the small metal sphere in the exactsite described. I remembered having seen in my preview of thisscene, a woman with a child in her arms and a burro carrying somewood, and two dogs, and another child walking along beside. So Iwaited. Sure enough, they were there too. They looked at me a littlestrangely but continued walking, and I continued walking normallyalso. I arrived at the point where I could see two clumps of treesexactly as I had seen in the preview some time before. I did notknow which was the intended one, so I picked up the sphere and wentinto the nearest Ont. thinking, since I had the sphere they wouldknow where I went."

"The sphere became activated and began to heat up. It was about thesize of a golf ball and was full of small holes. As soon as I tookit into my hands it began to heat up and small rays of light shotout of the holes. It got so hot that I had to hold it with the pointof my poncho to carry it. I had the impression that it was somethinglike a compass, but it did not have any needle, or anything else. Itwas a metallic sphere of some material like stainless steel. I wentinto the clum of trees remembering mentally that over there waswhere I had seen a clearing. I reached it about 20:10, some 10minutes late. I was worried about this. I still had the sphere in myhands and I looked around me but didn't se anything unusual. Ilooked up and saw only branches and leaves. Then I heard somethinglike a distant boat motor which was lost in the distance. I waitedin the woods as the minutes passed terribly slow. I looked at mywatch and it was now 20:15.I thought, 'Dear God, what is going to happen? Protect me in anycase.' I began to feel fear. It gave me a sincere fright. There Iwas, representing all the people who were praying for me, andthinking of backing out. I decided I will not give up. At 20:25 Ibegan to hear a tremendous noise. I was in the woods and could nottell where it was coming from. Suddenly the whole area wasilluminated brilliantly. Two huge craft approached and passeddirectly over me. They came streaming water as if they had come fromthe bottom of the lake. Water cascaded from the sides like from asubmarine when it surfaces. I waited breathless as I watched. Theyflew over me and the whole area warmed up from the heat. They musthave put out a tremendous amount of energy."

"These craft were flattened disc-forms, and underneath I could seesomething that rotated, and below that, saw three large white roundparts that turned slowly a colored light came out. These giganticobjects, such tremendous spectacle, gave me new cause for alarm. Andthen it fell silent. I could only hear a very low sound dying down.They hung there in the sky, about 100 meters between the two as bestI could calculate. These objects were shaped like huge soup platesjoined at the rims. They were about 45 meters in diameter and about12 from top to bottom. I could see the cupola on top very clearly.The light slowly dimmed down leaving only a small bright lightsource illuminated. It lighted only the area directly under thecraft. Then one of the ships began to approach. The other remainedquietly in place. It gave me new fright to see this tremendousmonster so close. And then it stopped, suspended above the smallstream there, and two lateral beams of light came on. These newbeams shined down and I saw two beings descending in them as in anelevator. In their descent they disappeared behind the trees from myposition, and I couldn't see them land. Then I heard their steps asthey approached. At this moment all of the lights on the spacecraftwent out and they remained completely silent."

"After seeing the tremendous luminosity, bright as day, I couldn'tsee anything when the light went out, and then I heard the steps ofthe beings, and then I saw them at about 10 meters away. Theyapproached separated one from the other. They wore helmets and suitsthat seemed very fitted, and I could see them clearly as they nearedme. Then I heard the first telepathic communication,'Brother, we arehere. Do not fear. We are your friends.' I tried to coordinate myideas and thought, 'Yes, why not, I am not afraid'. Then I heard thevoice say, 'I am your friend, Enrique, do not be afraid'. I shook myhead. I could see that they were tall, more than a meter seventy instature. When they came up to within two meters of me he said, 'I amyour friend. Do not be afraid'. I said, 'Yes', and the othersaid, 'If you are not ready we can suspend this until another day.If you are not afraid, we can continue this contact and we mayascend aboard.' I said I was ready and took a step forward so thatthey could see that I had lost my fear.They noticed that I was still a little wary, and one of them took meby the hand and the other by my shoulder and said, 'Walk with us upto the light.' We went a few meters forward and one of themsaid, 'Straight ahead. You feel a little worry in your head and inyour body, but nothing is going to happen to you.'

The other said, "Brother Enrique, we guarantee it. We do not want tocause you any harm. Moreover, if you are still afraid, you mayreturn and we will prepare this for another day.' I could not seetheir faces for the helmets. I asked if the helmets had visors, anda form of visor raised a little in front of one, showing the noseand mouth but partly covering the mouth, which had a rectangularshape. I could not see the mameluco (space suit) well because of thedark, and I could not see up to now exactly what color they were.Then they stopped me and said they could sense a little worry. Atthat moment the spacecraft came forward and flashed a ray of light.reenactment - years later, in 1978, of Enriques encounter in thewoods by the lakeI felt tremendous thrills and some twitching in all the skin of myhead, like needle picking me.

I stood erect and began to ascend.When I saw that I was leaving the trees below, I thought, 'What if Ishould fall.' I continued to ascend like in an elevator. I wassurrounded by a yellowish light. It gave me the impression of beingsolid. I tried to touch it with my hands and it felt solid likecrystal. It must have been only energy, because I did not seecrystal; I didn't see anything, but when I touched the light it feltsolid I felt a thump and then a port began to open, and there it wasfully open and I was inside and it closed.

A moment later the othertwo entered, removed their helmet and smiled. They had taken theirhelmets off so I could see their faces."picture: this reiminds of the first meeting that the norwegiancontact person Arve Jacobsen had in the early 70ths - he also askedto see the eyes of the man-like ET - who raised the visir and whenArve then saw his eyes he says he felt immediate recognition.

"They asked me for the sphere, which I gave them, and then theysaid, 'Wait here. Take off your clothes.' And I took everything off.They opened an automatic port and we entered. Then they opened aside port, like a window and looked at me smiling. I heard a voicesay, 'Do not be afraid, we are going to enter a little smoke, butthis is necessary. Do not be afraid.'

In spite of their assurances,I associated this immediately with the Nazi' gassing of the Jews. Idid not see where the smoke came from, but it came in and it smelledlike lemon. It only lasted a minute and was then drawn out throughsome rectangular openings in the wall and disappeared. Then Inoticed that there was no shadow from my body anywhere and Ithought, 'Where is the light coming from?' I could not see anylamps.""Then they gave me my clothes which I put on, leaving the ruanaand "sombrero" aside. They opened a door and said, 'Now you mayproceed ' They explained that the process was simply to disinfecteverything from whatever microbes we may have brought from theEarth's surface."

"I went into the first compartment that they opened, and there werefour persons seated there waiting for me. I came to the first oneand he said, 'Enrique, how are you?' and gave me his hand. He gaveme his hand like we shake hands and said, 'How are you, brother?'

'Iam going to shake your hand,' said another, 'This,' indicating thefirst, 'is the Commander.' He said his name was what sounded likeCramish. I gave him my hand and he gave me some thumps on it. Therest greeted me this way also. The only one who did not give me hishand was the first who had said, 'Brother Enrique.' He now turned tome and said, 'I am Ciril.' I said, 'How are you, Ciril,' and hesaid 'Ciril, Ciril Weiss, remember in 1969 in Caracas Venezuela, atthe entrance to the theater, when we met? And I said, 'Ciril Weiss!But you are a little changed And what are you doing here?'

And hesaid, 'I am one the crew of this ship.' I was terribly surprised. Hesaid, 'We have been in contact with you for 8 years.I understood now why they had given me their hands like Terrans.Then he presented me to the others. There was one by the name ofCramecan, another named Krulula, an Krenza, and then he told me thathis name was not no Ciril, but Krhisnamerk. The name sounded Hindu.They all spoke telepathically except the one who spoke first, whoarticulated words to me in perfect Spanish."

"They seated me there at a table, as of crystal, with seats of amaterial like plastic with a leather-like finish. The beings wereall dressed alike, except the had two types of suits. Some woresilver colored outfit and others has suits of a Coca-Cola color.There were others who had similar suits in a dark gray color withorange gauntlets and orange boots. One of them took of his gauntletsso I could see his hands, which were per fectly formed. Their faceswere beautiful and without blemishes and imperfections, but cleanlike a child. Their hair was long, coming almost to their shoulders.Cramecan told me that he is the commander of that ship and thatthere are 12 crew members. They are making con- tact's in order todivulge to them clearly what is going to happen on this Earth. Iasked him what kind of contacts, and he said, 'Men like you.' Hedidn't say more on this and I did not pursue the subject further. Ithen asked him if they had women aboard, and he said, 'Yes we havewomen with us, but at the moment we will not see them.' Then Iremembered that he could read my thoughts before I asked thequestion and knew I was going to ask it before I even formed thewords."

"We began with the first questions. I had brought many questionsgiven me by the study group. Almost all of them were of a religiousnature. I did not want to ask those at this time. I began by askingthem where they were going to get their contacts and why they hadchosen me. They told me that my name was not really Enrique. Theytold me another name which I still have revealed to nobody. I amwaiting to see what develops in all of this first. I got theimpression that they knew something about previous incarnations ofmine for some reason. I asked then where they came from and they inreply said, 'The PLEIADES.' I asked them, 'where are the Pleiadesand they said, 'It is what you call The Seven Sisters.' And then Iremembered that it is a small constellation having seven brightstars. I asked them how far it was from here, and they said, 'Yousay that it is more than 328 light years from here, which is nottrue. It is much farther." Later they told their homeplace as 'SHI-EL-LHO', the name which they called their home sun somewhere in whatwe call the Pleiades.So I asked them, 'How did you make the trip?' Perhaps I was askingthem infantile questions, but for me they were important. 'How didyou make such a long trip?' They answered, 'Do you know anythingabout relativity?' They told me that Albert Einstein's theory wasnot complete, that we are going to have to make three corrections;that the velocity of light is not in fact 300,000 kilometers persecond as we believe, but much more. And they went on to explaindetails that I could not follow. Then they told me that there isanother measure of time, unknown to us, in which we can not remainlong (in physical bodies). I did not pursue this further after that."

"They took me to visit various rooms. I saw a room for meditation.They said it was where they rest and meditate. It was beautifullyappointed, with tremendously exquisite brocades. Another room was alaboratory where there were flasks of a green substance. I askedabout this and they said that it was chlorophyll which they hadextracted from our trees, a substance vital to their own alimentarysystem. They use it in preparing various food items. They had fruitsalso. They told me they ate much fruit from South America. Theyparticularly liked the duraznos (peaches) and melocotones(apricots), and they carried much fruit, corn, wheat, rice and othervegetable substances. To compensate for what they had taken, theyused an ionizing radiant beam that accelerated the life process ofthe plants and caused them to replace their fruit in a few hours. Ididn't quite understand this, that they could project a radiationthat could accelerate the growth and maturity of the plants fromwhich they had taken produce and cause it to be replaced in hours.This was incredible. I began to understand another thing. They knewabout biological engineering and could control the genetic codes bymeans of a process which they called consubstantion. By this processthey could continue the life forces of a cell forever."

"They told me they were there on a mission. They belong to abrotherhood of civilizations, with others, from which they hadreceived specific orders for our world. They pointed out that wehave always been guided indirectly by certain great personalitieswho have passed through our civilizations throughout history. Thoseso-called Masters, some approaching divinity, have always hadcontact with extraterrestrials. I had a feeling that these beingshad been sent on a mission pertaining to the evolution of ourplanet."

"Then Cramacan, the Commander, permitted me to visit the controlroom where I saw great electronic maps on a wall. I saw the greatpanorama around us through the green glass cupola. There were threemen seated, and as we entered they came over and greeted me and thenreturned to the control panels of the craft. The control room wasthe third level, under the dome on the top of this craft. When I sawthe maps he took me to them and explained that they were cosmicmaps. I could not understand them. I saw small lights. They moved acontrol and I saw small lights like neon, in various colors, beginto take form on the map panel. There were points of light and linesof light, and some of the lines were indefinite. Some of the greaterpoints of light represented Galaxies and Nebulosities. They saidthat many thousands of inhabited planets are in contact with eachother and exchange cultural, technological and scientificinformation. Some are tremendously advanced in spiritual andscientific evolution. I asked which planets, and he said it would beneedless to tell me as the names would mean nothing to me anyway. Hetold me that where the lines between the the lights were brighterthere was regular commerce; these dimmer ones were underexploration. The indefinite ones were lesser developed. They were onthe map but they lacked thousands of years of development beforethey were ready for contact."

"They do have a sense of time because they talked of millions ofyears, but I had difficulty coordinating this with their discussionof laws of relativity (where time changes). Also they seem to beaware of future time because they told me that we are going toexperience a third world war, and that they know exactly when itwill start. They desire that all men unite in one thought, to seekreal peace for the whole planet without distinction of race, creedor color; that in the next few years we are going to make thegreatest discovery in the history of the planet, the discovery ofGod, the final truth. 'But how is this possible,' I said,'if wealready believe in God?' Their answer was, 'You have never believedin God in a normal form,' and I think I know what they meant. Theycalled it a great unknowable, preferring to give the force no name.They told me that we have to distinguish between the inner and theouter forces, and I began to understand that we have searched forGod outside when in reality IT is within, and that the kingdom ofGod is in every one of us. We must understand this first before wewill live in peace and understanding with all men."

"They told me that they were in a way emissaries of beings superiorto them, and that they had been the destroyers of Sodom and Gomorra!This gave me a great sensation. I said, 'How can you be judges? Howcan you destroy a nation with thousands of people, including manyinnocents?' They said, 'You cannot comprehend this now. We will tryto explain. We were emissaries of forces superior to us that governthe Cosmos, and when they give us an order, we carry it out, and inthe case of Sodom and Gomorra it was exactly that. They sentemissaries, they warned the people and they refused to understandand would not believe that which was happening over their heads. Thehour arrived and it had to be destroyed.' I thought, 'How could theybe the judges,' and I said that I could not understand, that I wouldnot go into detail, but that I also could not understand. For me itwas not important to know at that time, because there were otherthings.They told me the time of the beginning of the third world war, andtold me also that they had been the inspirers and the consultants onthe building of the great pyramids, where they have placed manyyears of the Earth's history. In the future, we are going todiscover two cities in South America where there are records of theorigin of the Earth's races, how they came here, how the history waswritten and why it was done."

"They told me the time of the beginning of world war III and saidthat we could delay that time 3 or 4 years and its intensity by acondition of heart, that mankind alone could do this, because theyare not permitted to interfere with nor restrict the freedom ofaction of a civilization such as is developing here. I understoodwhat they meant quite clearly and didn't have to ask twice. Theyanswered all my questions rapidly."

"When I asked them if we could go someplace, they said, 'We arealready traveling, from the moment you entered the craft we havebeen traveling.' They took me to a special panel there, like a greattelescope, which I was allowed to look through, and it gave me thestrange impression that I had gone out of there into space, whichwas very still. There was no feeling of acceleration. It felt likethe aircraft was standing still and not moving at all. I didn't hearany sound and I couldn't detect the least movement. They seated mein front of a panel which they opened and said, 'Here is yourhouse.' We seemed stationary some 5,000 to 10,000 meters above it,and they focused it into the telescopic device. They said it was anelectronic device, but it had to be very advanced over anyelectronic telescope of ours, because it could penetrate walls andmetals, and I could see my family sleeping. I asked them if we couldlook at something else, and the craft, which had been hovering overmy house now began to move about, and I looked at the two greatavenues (in the city) and saw the autos and the people in thestreets."

"Time passed and we talked much. I looked at my watch, and had tolook again. It read 20:25. Krhisnamerk said, 'Your watch is notgoing to function until you leave this craft.' and he laughed. Iasked him what caused this and he said, 'Precisely when you camewithin the field of this craft and its energy force it stopped. Itmay not work again.' They must have a different notion of time fromours, because I did not see clocks of any kind aboard. He justsmiled and dropped the subject I did not want to bother him abouthow long I had been aboard, as it did not matter anyway. He told methings about all our religions which at this time I do not want todivulge(røpe). He told me something about the Fatima letter, whichthey seemed to know all about. At that time I understood though, andI understood also something that I had learned in a Mormon Church,that hidden in the heart of all men, are the great truths of alltime, waiting to be awakened, and that this awakening must come fromwithin. We talked about many other things that came to mind."

"They gave me a kind of chocolate bar, sealed in plastic, which Iopened and ate. It had a taste like 'sabajon', a kind of mild liquorsold in Colombia, and my hunger disappeared completely. And then hesaid, 'WE have something that we want to give you that is veryimportant.' My body began to warm up all over. 'You are going to eatsomething very interesting and which you will like very much.' Theybrought me something like large white corn taco and told me to eatit. I broke it and put some in my mouth. In a moment I felt atremendous sensation and warm feeling. I thought at that moment thatthey were drugging me. 'ciril; Krhisnamerk said 'Do you know whatthey called that? The Jews were fed on that for 40 years in thedesert.' 'The manna of the scriptures,' I said. 'No more, no less,'was the reply 'You are eating manna and you will not get hungry for24 hours. It gives you tremendous energy; it is prepare for us.'Then ideas began to rush into my head, so fast I could notcoordinate them. I thought of Elias and of Moses, and then Ireturned to the present. I felt like I was going crazy. They laughedand simply observed, 'We were one of those who helped the Jews. Ourgreat ship were always camouflaged. They could be made invisible bya simple change of vibrational energy, right over the heads of thepeople, and they could not see them."'

"I couldn't understand this then, and I can't today. I have a littlemore knowledge about it now but I still do not completelyunderstand. The public has asked many questions and I have tried toanswer but I must confess(tilstå) my ignorance concerning acivilization so advanced as this, and they were trying to simplifyeverything as much as possible so that I could understand it better."

"After eating the substance it made me sleepy, and they let me sleepabout three hours. Then they came and wakened me. I was lying on avery comfortable bed, and where I had been lying I left the imprintof my body. 'Pardon me Enrique, you have awakened because we gaveyou a suggestion to awaken at this point. You are going to receiveyour last information and it is time we left you in the place wherewe met you,' a voice said. Cramacan had gone someplace and did notreturn. We circled the eastern plains and they showed me a site thatwas illuminated like day. It was the site where we would nextmeet. 'look well and observe the highway. Here we will meet again onthe 18th of this month at 8:00 in the evening.' They lowered theship and passed slowly so that I could see the place well. I sawthat the highway was long and ran through the mountains. I tried toremember all I could of the place, thinking I may have to come hereby horse."

"Then they took me back and left me in the exact place where theyhad picked me up. They bid me good-bye with a form of embrace. WithCiril Weiss, I always talked in Spanish. The others bid me good-byewith strokes on the shoulder. 'We will see you' Ciril said, and Idescended to the ground. They left me off about 05:00 in themorning. I slept a little, awakened and saw that my watch wasrunning and indicated 11:15. I left the place running as fast as Icould. I wanted to tell the whole world what had happened. The firstperson I met was a farmer leading a burro, and I said, 'Pardon mesir, what time is it?' He replied, 'Almost 8, 08:00 in the morningsir.' I calculated that I had slept about three hours."

"When I caught the bus at the road I wanted to tell everybody. Iwanted to tell the whole world what I had just lived, and I wantedto embrace all men. I was happy. When I returned to the house I hadleft the night before I found some 60 people awaiting me.""I met with the man who had made the telepathic contacts, and beganto give him the first information about the experience. I told himabout the war and its timing, and the great destruction, and thegreat religious power around the Earth, and the years that remainedof normal life. Nobody believed me, of course. They thought I wasattacking religion and society for some reason of my own. I did notsay much more then nor ever in public, because I could see that itwould cause confusion and possibly even harm. I could only hope thatsomeday all men would arrive at an understanding of the things I hadjust been shown. That is all that I can say about that first contactnow.

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