 John R. Renz: Part 2 |
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Chapter 5
The being explained the cause to me in words I could understand. Maybe some of the missing people I seen on posters aren't missing, maybe they are just abducted or dead and no one knows about it, or do they and they're not saying anything. The being seated on the right told me that the target would be appearing on the screen in five minutes by my measurement of time. I remember looking to the right and I could see another craft just like the one me and this being was in. It was not closer than at least fifty feet from wing tip to wing tip. The screen in front that stretch across the whole top of the control panel was giving a view of the terrain of 100 miles in front constantly. The readout on the screen was like pictographs and hieroglyphs geometric figures and the like. A type of beeper came on. The being leaned back in its seat and I looked at the being and I yelled at it, "What the hells that?" And I saw the craft to our right explode with a blinding bluish white flash. They were no more. The force of the explosion shook the craft me and that being was in. When I looked forward again eyes wide open, sweating and my heart was pounding. This craft unlike any I saw before darted in front of us. It darted from the top left to the bottom right of my viewing area. I knew that this little bastard just killed the ship beside us and this little bastard isn't killing me, no way. The being beside me told me to go after it. It must be terminated. Without resistance I instinctively did what is commonly known as a barrel roll to the left turning back chasing what appeared to be a long cylinder shape with small triangle wings and no cockpit and no engine as we know them. While chasing the smaller dart shaped craft with a side to side motion this would enable the being I was with to get a lock on the dart shaped craft. The indicator in front made a steady tone and the being touched what looked like a jewel type button on its side of the panel. The as I had described exploded violently. I saw no laser beams, no rockets of any type. The explosion was like a fireball that was reddish bluish white and amber mixed. The craft disappeared in an instant nothing remained of it. After this dogfight, the being told me to turn back to target. At that point and time I remember screaming back at the being in these words, they were "Fuck you, your the G-damn navigator so get your ass back on track." "I just fly this G-damn thing. "The being just looked at me saying nothing as I felt a rage I had never felt before. And never before in my lifetime wanted to kill a target and a race of beings like the one I saw on that table and never knew existed before until then. The indicator for tracking started blinking. The being told me to go through the valley below just ahead of us. While descending down to the valley through the reddish brown cloud that was sparse I kept looking ahead and side to side looking for anything flying. The being said something to me like mirror image activated. What ever it was talking about. There were two mountain ranges ahead. The valley below showed no signs of vegetation or water just rocks and dirt and sand. I looked back up and then I saw it. "My God", I said. It was huge and massive in size. I didn't dare blink. I was in aw. the target. It was gigantic . The screen in front showed a perfect crystal clear three dimensional image of the mountains and the target that looked like a gigantic bee hive. And you can see creatures inside it. They appeared to be scrambling back and forth. You could see at least 200 of them on screen. They were the same as the insectoid thing I saw on the table that floated. The hive was at least two miles in diameter and two to two and a half miles high. It had a huge entrance that seemed to be a solid door with an archway around it. It had a huge window around it. That’s where you could see at least two hundred of them scrambling about. It had four pillars with flat round tops and round spheres on them. The pillars themselves were huge at the bottom and tapered up 2 miles to the flat round tops. They were at least on half a mile at the bottom and at least one quarter mile at the top just under the flat round top that was a half a mile in diameter and the round spheres were just over a quarter mile in diameter but were under a half mile in diameter. The whole thing was like limestone but the spheres were like chrome plated balls. The being told me that when the mountains clear the screen that it would execute. It seemed like for ever. Sweat was running down my face, wiping my eyes with the sleeves of my shirt. I prepared to take evasive action. The mountains cleared the screen. The being told me that it had fired and to turn away. I immediately pulled back on the stick and to the left and pulled up on the levitation control. The craft followed suit. After getting turned around and after clearing the two mountains I pushed to control stick forwards and turned the oval handle forward. The terrain below became once again became a blur. From behind us there was a blinding flash that literally lit up even the terrain below us even as fast as we were moving. There was a blinding bluish white and then a reddish color. The craft we were in shook violently and then all was calm. The being turned on a viewer for the rear and all you could see was gigantic crater that was still glowing red with fire. nothing remained of the hive or of the pillars, just a empty burning hole. At that time with out words, I knew over two hundred creatures in that hive died. The being told me to follow the setting star. In other words it was telling me to follow that planets sunset. It seemed like hours passed. The being with me told me to reduce velocity. So I turned back the oval handles and the craft began to decelerate. The terrain down below was no longer a blur and you could see another valley ahead. With crystal clear view you could see something was wrong. The valley was big like an open crater. It had a stone structure in the middle of it with an entrance way, and no windows. The being I was with told me to stop the craft and hover so I pulled the control stick back until the craft stopped moving forward and lowered the levitation control until we were at least 10 to 15 feet above the ground. Then I pushed the jeweled handle on my right down to stabilize the ship. The being with me told me that we must leave the ship and look for survivors. But from where I was sitting there were no survivors. The being got up out of its seat and went back to where the doorway had opened in the floor of the ship before. After it had opened the transparent ladder came from the ceiling and extended to the ground. The being looked at me and said "come". I got out of the seat I was in and followed the being down the ladder. After reaching the ground the ladder retracted back up into the ship and the door closed. "That’s great," "that f***ing great!" "Now we can't get back in to the ship." I yelled at the being. The being told me not to think negative or derogatory and that we will be able to get back into the ship. It looked at the structure. The Massacre The being started walking to the crater valley where the sand stone structure was. So I followed it not really willing but not much choice. As we approached the area you could see dead bodies lying all around. The stench was so strong that I had stopped and puked dry heaves. After that I walked up to the being I was with whom was looking at two very mutilated bodies. The one on the right wasn't human like but it was one of the insect like creatures with half its face chewed off. The one on the left was disemboweled. It looked more humanlike. Large eyes, something like nose and mouth and chin, but no hair. Grey in appearance as for the skin color was. Two others had dismembered limbs and the rest had large holes through them. It was the most sickening thing I ever seen. The being told me to leave them and that we would go into the structure. Now my heart was racing, I just knew hell was about to happened it wasn't good. Both the being and I went into the stone structure. It was deserted. It looked like a cantina. There was what looked like a counter top cabinet to the right and a stone table. The being moved to my right. I moved over with it away from the doorway. You could hear footsteps approaching. I knew that we were in serious trouble. I started searching for a weapon of some kind desperately. The being I was with seemed to remain calm. I moved further from the doorway. And then all of a sudden this thing that had a face of a wasp walked in and looked right at me. You can’t imagine the terror I felt. I wasn't willing to die with out a fight. The creature had on a long dark cape like cloak on and it walked to the wall across from the doorway and opened the right side of its cape it was wearing at arms length. I couldn't believe my eyes. This thing was carrying insect like creatures, three of them hanging upside down. They were the least a foot long. Each of them and their heads were more triangular in shape with large eyes. The next thing I know gun fire started. The creature was being killed by the being I was with and who ever was outside that door. Pieces of the creatures head was being blown off and pieces of the insect like creature hanging in the cloak were being blown off. The screams that thing made I will never forget. The creature fell against the wall behind it and then to the floor. I stood there shaking I couldn't even move. The being I was with told me to stay where I was and that it was going outside. I replied, "Oh no you don't, not without me ." The being answered , "as you wish, come." I followed the being outside. We looked around and saw no other being around. I don't know who or what was shooting through that door at that creature but they were no where in sight. "We must go nothing more can be done here." I replied, "lets get the hell out of here." We walked past the dead ones in which the sight of them will be forever burned in my memory. We got back under the craft and the being held up what looked like a Zippo lighter sized control and the doorway on the craft opened up and the transparent ladder appeared. We climbed up the ladder and I remember stopping for a moment taking in the view of the crater valley and the massacre there. Then I went up into the craft as did the being that was with me. The ladder retracted back into the ceiling and the doorway closed. Already seated we prepared for take off. I pulled up the jewel handle after I placed my hand on the control panel ,and the craft became activated. Then I pulled up the levitation control and the craft gained altitude swiftly. I didn't pay attention to what the being I was with was doing, I just wanted the hell out of here. After the craft got on altitude of about five miles, I leveled it off there. The being looked at me and told me to control my fears. I sat there for a moment getting myself together. After I had calmed down some I looked at the being and asked it what do they call him. The being replied, "you already know." In a way the being was right, some how I always knew, but I wouldn't know consciously until many years later. Still looking at the being I said to it, "My name is Yunk." The being looked back at me and said "I always knew who you are. "I said "ok." Lets get the hell out of here. "The being told me to follow the valley opposite of the setting star. What it was telling me was to go away from the sunset. I learned the control stick to the left and forward and the craft followed suit. After getting turned around I leaned the control stick forward and turned the oval handles forward. The terrain below became a blur. On the way back to the point of origin nothing was said between me and the being I was with. About an hour later on the front screen the valley with the rocky cliffs showed up. I started to reduced the velocity. After reducing velocity and altitude the craft glide under the rocky cliffs the jutted from the mountain side. Coming to the pillars where the craft sat before. I reduced the craft to hover above the pillars and pushed down on the levitation handle on my left and the craft settled down on the pillars. I reached to my right and pushed down the jewel handle. It holds the craft to the pillars by a magnetic force of some type. I don't know how I know this, but I do. After the landing, me and the being exited the craft by the transparent ladder. The being told me it was time to go back. I remember walking out from under the craft and then everything from there returns to the point when I ran in front of the jeep on the air force base as I described earlier. After I saw that so called doctors at the base hospital and got my ass chewed out. The refueling Section kept me off the flight line. I watch them towed a friend of mine's car off the base and I watched his parents go to his dorm room to collect his personal belongings. The N.C.O. told me that he was a deserter. But I knew better. He was on the craft that got destroyed before the destruction of the valley hive. Some how I always knew this. During this time it wasn't not more than a month later I was discharged from the air force. I knew my career was over but I knew the truth behind it all. They said I couldn't adopt to military ways, and that I wasn't mentality confident but that’s their option. I still can vaguely remember just what all happened between the time of after the incident and the time of my discharge. Well years later I checked the universal calendar at the local library. Calendar number 6 for the year 1971, August 16th is on a Monday and the following Saturday is August 21, 1971. That’s a time span of five(5) calendar days. And for years I only remember missing seven (7) hours. When I, with help, put it all together on the day and year from the time on the bridge to the airmen at the trash dumpster, it has been total of five(5) days. What happen really doing those five days? Well the air force never court marshal me for being awol. So who's covering up what? Years later, I found more evidence. Now its my turn. Chapter 1 - The Experiment Many years later the light came on, Unknowingly there has been experiments the government has done with out the public knowing about them. Until the ones that participated in the experiments came forth with their stories and proof. The 1950s and 1960s were a time of arrogance for Uncle Sam. C.I.A. agents taking L.S.D. with out them knowing it. Radiation experiments being performed on citizens and military personnel with out them knowing it at all for years. Remember the book titled, "Killing Our Own"? The author wasn't lying about it. And so the experiments go on and on. Health care has been on the rise and with no real relieve in the illnesses. Small wonder. Ok lets get it on to the main thing. Back in the early 1970s by the testimony of an officer the Air force has made their first antigravity flight at S-4. Where would you get pilots to fly such crafts and not have them remember anything about it? First you need someone that has no flying experience at all so that they can be instructed under hypnoses how to operate the craft. Operate not by conventional means in a sense and be brought out with no memory about the training. The training consist of flying a craft with extraterrestrial technology. Sounds crazy don't it? Well what is science fiction today is science reality tomorrow. Get the idea? Therefore that leads us to an understanding that there are areas in our countries security that needs to be left alone by the general public and others. Granted there are things that are being done for our nations security and all and good with that. But when experiments are done and cause harm to one's person by his or her own country. Then there is no excuse for it, period. It was relayed to me that in 1971 a six year experiment was being conducted by the Air Force at the base in which I was stationed . This information was released to me by a gentleman that wished not to be identified by any means. I agreed to that and I still don't know who he was and don't want to know. The six year experiment consisted (according to Mr. X as I will call him) of the mass hypnoses of 14 Airmen who had no training nor any knowledge of flying any aircraft. Selected by their back grounds mental stability and what ever else. Anyway they were taken to a class room, put under hypnoses, trained to operate and fly craft that had extraterrestrial technology. They were brought back to the class room after the training and brought back to normal state of consciousness with out any memory about the training. No idea of what they did during that time. Sounds crazy don't it? What makes you think it don't happen yet today? Anyway the fact that we have techno planes has been known for years. But that's Ok. The point is this, Experiments are done every day and the repercussions can be devastating. I remember vividly being in a room that was round, at least ten feet high and I vividly remember looking at two people. A man and a woman. The others were not clear visually because I do remember I didn't have my glasses on. The two showed the total expression of fear in their faces. I was close enough to see that and then everything goes blank after that. An empty space in memory. Why? Your guess is as good as anyone’s. I also remember being on a table like a gurney and looking at the background between two individuals and seeing something very large and black in color while something was being done to my head behind my ear. Then another blank spot. You figure. Anyway when I can go through hypnotic regression therapy it should come out about that time and place. But you can never get back what have lost. Never. I still like to know where five days, eight hours went to and what exactly happened during that time period. But its like this, what I know is what I know that came from my conscious memory and through my nightmares for many years. I can deny them no longer. They are embedded deep in my memories if not by photogenic memory but by recall by the enhancement of time places and things. I'm not worried about what they do at area 51 nor am I worried of what they do at S-4. Because I have no interest in those areas. My interest is why the Air Force call my fathers home before I got discharged and told him that I had cracked up and told them that I saw something on a bridge in which they labeled as imaginary and told him that I wasn't fit for military service. And it was in the best interest that I'd be discharged under medical reasons. I remember my father asking me back in 1987 some months before he died what really happened there. I still refused to tell him because I didn't want him to have that burden on his mind. But sometimes I wished I had told him. Some how I thing he knew anyway. My not telling him still hurts me to this day. So its been known that individuals have been put under hypnoses and trained to operate craft of unconventional structure and technology. And then regressed back to normal state of mind with no memory of anything related to the experiment they had gone through. An act of security, memory removal. So here I am wondering and yes I have asked my self many times if someone had put these things into my mind to cover up something else. But I do remember being with others in a round room. I counted thirteen individuals not including my self. I do remember being on a table like a gurney and seeing something in the background that was black in color and it was large. Even though someone was doing something to my head. How can you deny these memories of such as they are? And most of all, When will Uncle Sam quit lying to us about the flying saucers and Extraterrestrials biological living beings? WHEN? So here we are sitting in front of the TV with the albundy in hand watching the programs that are shown to us. Are we just watching or being conditioned? Conditioned, Conditioned, yes that's it. Conditioned, why not. Give them what want and they'll leave us alone. So TV has become the perfect devise to use in covering up most anything and to keep a population occupied. I remember back in the late 1950s that on TV they showed the public how to protect themselves from a atomic bomb blast. And they sucked it up line hook and all. So during those times there were experiments being conducted by Uncle Sam and his cousins . The 1960s was the era; L.S.D. was put on the streets in San Francisco to see what its effects were. So what makes you think that their not turning science fiction into science reality. We went to the moon on July 29,1969. Or did we really? The moon landing is still under investigation yet today. We landed a robotic rover on mars. Now their training a crew to go to Mars. So what ever happened to the occupants from the saucer that crashed at Roswell New Mexico? Body parts for study? And the craft it self? Was it taken apart to study in order to make a super jet? Or reversed engineered for the construction of a replica of the original? Wake up and smell the coffee folks! The things they are working on is at least forty years ahead of today. They have things that are out of this world. And so the experiment of letting the public have what they wanted to have as far as TV and the news media and entertainment has worked. Very well indeed. So are we being methodically conditioned to what is yet to come? In some ways yes and in others, No. Were they conditioned to having implants that recorded their heart beat rate, body temperature, and thoughts? Hell no. The experiment of implants in military personnel was developed in the late 1940s. And some implants last thirty years or more. The basic idea in my point of view was to be able to track an individual wherever he went. But look at today they have a camera pill you can swallow and it transmits an image to a recorder as it passes through your system while it takes 500 pictures of your system. Out of science fiction? not hardly. Minute cameras have been developed during the 1960s. So what makes you think that the experiment of implants that can receive sound and visual imaging hasn't been done already? Well there you have it. The experiments happen, science fiction turns into science reality. You take it from there. You got your own beliefs. But keep an open mind.
Chapter 2 - The Thirteen Others - 'Can You Fly?'
Since the late 1950s to present day I love to fly. As a child I remember watching TV programs involving airplanes of all types. As the years went by I still had an interest in flying an airplane though I never flew in one until I enlisted into the Air Force. No I never flew an Air Force jet or plane. Just traveled on a commercial airliner going to and from Wyoming. By watching these movies and TV shows on air planes I made it a point to watch how the pilot operated the planes so that I would have some kind of a idea how it was done. I always wanted to obtain a private pilots license for small aircraft. But that never resolved. The bottom line was money to pay for the schooling. And I made the big mistake of holding myself back from getting a pilots license. So I never had one at all. Ok let’s go back to where I described how I had operated the Manta Ray shaped craft earlier. As I described before It seemed like I had done it before and knew exactly what to do. Everything from sitting in the seat to take off. So if I didn't really do that, then why the memories? The locking control, the levitation control, and the guiding control (yoke) and the acceleration control. I remember its simplicity. Oh yes I've questioned my self many times if I had imagined this and if this was planted into my head or what. I don't come up with any reason except that it took place. Example, your first bicycle you ever rode in your life. You should remember everything about that bike. Size, color, appearance and so on. Even though the bike doesn't exist any more. The memory of that bike is still in your sub consciousness. That memory never left you especially if you have a photogenic memory. Do you understand what I mean? Once you ride a bike, you never forget. Sound like something you've heard before? Or experienced? If someone showed you how to fly an airplane once and only once you will never forget it . Unless that experience was interrupted and replaced by another experience that wasn't real by the common knowledge of a cover up memory. Scary isn't it. The point of cover up memory is to replace the original knowledge by a planted knowledge. Hell the government has been conducting mind control experiments for years. Look at all the microwave dishes around you. Even the telephone of the cell phone type has microwave in them. And what does microwave do? Cook? From the inside out, right? Right. So if brain tissue is cooked at a lesser degree that the microwave that heats your meals you probably wouldn't notice it until it was too late. Are you cooking or what? Can you think as clear as you did twenty years ago, thirty years ago? I surely hope so. Ok getting back to flying ET's craft. Its new, totally different and with the right training a five year old could fly it. Does that blow your mind? It shouldn't. Look at the video games your children are playing. In one sense are they not being conditioned to operate a craft of alien origin and technology even though it’s only a video game. When I was a child we never had any of these type of entertainment games. So that leads me back to the watching of pilots flying their planes in movies, TV shows like the one called Sky King if you remember. And don't forget all the class B movies of science fiction. I do remember that I was told all movies were man made for money. How true that is. But when you've had an experience of operating something not of earthly origin you'll never forget it. So how can you tell someone about it. That’s the hard part. No body would believe you. You would be labeled a crackpot or a liar by most or all people. So you keep it a closely guarded secret for a very long time until you can't endure the mental anguish of it any more. And I can tell you for one it is a mental anguish. Even to the point of contemplating suicide. But you don't kill your self not for them, no way. They’re not worth it by any means. That would be too easy for them. I found out the hard way that when your in the military your an expendable asset. That’s no lie. So the fact that someone can be taught how to fly a craft of extraterrestrial origin will stand. I go back to the point in my story where I was operating the manta ray shaped craft and will describe how it was as my conscious memory allows. (Its your choice to believe or not) When I sat in the pilots seat (left seat) I placed my right hand onto the right side of the control panel. The craft would become activated by identification of the hand print or by scanning the bone structure of the hand. The craft would make a wining sound not enough to become irritable because you couldn't hardly hear it. After the craft has been activated the panel screen would display a series of pictograph and geometric scribings on it in a continuous moving state. An amber color indicator (translucent) would appear on the monitor on top of the control panel. The monitor was the whole length of the panel and tapered off at the ends. This monitor would show you the landscape up to one hundred miles ahead of the craft. The panel has a voice-activated control to show any display you needed. This same computer would tell you every move you were making and how fast you were going like it was reading your mind. When the jeweled handle on the right was pulled up it would release the craft from where it was sitting or from a steady hover position. The darker like turquoise handle was used to elevate the craft up or down and would do it as fast as you could pull or push on the handle. (Example) If you pulled up fast on the handle, turquoise in color and counted by seconds, you would travel the distance of five miles in one and one half seconds. Mass G- force does not exist. The control stick (yoke) is used to control the direction of the craft. Up, down, left, right and the two oval shaped knobs on the ends of the oval shaped control stick are used to accelerate the craft to incredible velocity. When you rotate the oval knobs back and pull the control stick back toward you the craft will slow down from Mac 3 to a gentle glide. and remain at what altitude you may have selected. For landing just do the reverse. For craft to shutdown the left hand is used on left side of panel. Remember things from the past has to be validated. So how would you validate anything from the past without any witnesses of the incident? You search for any witnesses from that time and place. Anyone who can show the remote possible proof that they were there. So as for the flying part how can one tell about it if they didn't do it? Especially if they had the their memory disturbed by false implanted memory. Easy, photogenic memory doesn't forget. What’s that? Simply put a picture memory. Flying such a craft would arouse your senses to the point that you wouldn't notice that your photogenic memory has remembered a lot more than you realized. I have several flashbacks pertaining to operating the manta ray shaped craft. This includes the sights and sounds pertaining to the craft and its occupant. While operating it upon gaining or lowering in altitude your ears don't pop, there is no change in cabin pressure. That remains stable in pressure. The temperature remains a constant seventy degrees. So if someone wasn't in a craft of alien origin, then how could they remember how it looked, how it operated, any other things about it? You tell me. You figure. Remember most people would rather hear a tainted truth. Its now the first time that someone somewhere has told of the experience of flying a alien craft. Nor will it be the final one you will hear about. Reason, there are hundreds and hundreds of people that have done it . Prove them all wrong. If you can. So people everywhere see UFOs flying everywhere and have you given it the thought of who's really flying it?
Chapter 3 - Unconditional Agreement, Them and Them - 'The Warning Given to Us' To Deliver
The term agreement to me is an understanding of beneficial choice between two or more persons. Until the agreement comes from a higher authority. Then its unconditional, meaning that you got the short end of the stick. So what do you do when you have a problem that affects the population? You make it clear and to the point. The unconditional part is that there are no guarantees of agreement unless we as a species agrees to knock off our petty differences, superstitions, violence and spread of wars. Yes, I'm talking about a warning. A very serious warning. A warning that was given to me and thirteen others thirty years ago. What is this warning you ask inquisitively? I will tell you in a bit but not now. First let me tell you about the thirteen others that were with me at another place and time. It begins with the time Og and I left the massacre and the landing of the manta ray shaped craft near a residential area. The sidewalk leading from the landing pad was transparent amber in color and it moved very much like the breezeways do at airports today. I remember looking back to the landing pad and seeing the craft hovering above it by ten feet. When I looked back to the front and Og beside me we crossed over a causeway that was under the sidewalk that moved. You could see humanoid like people walking down below and when I looked back up and straight ahead I saw the gigantic structure that looked like it was made of transparent jade stone. The doors were huge and opened by themselves when we approached them. The next thing I could remember is that I was on what would be the top of a flat roof of the structure looking over the wall down at what was a creek with what looked like dead trees. I remember turning around and the next thing I know I'm standing in a room with some other people and they were staring at me. they were speaking to me but their mouths were not moving. The man on my right was heavy set and looked like he was in sales of some kind and the woman that was on my left was terrified. You could see it in her face. The others were not clear to see but I could that they were people. I wanted to speak but was afraid to. Then I heard a voice telling me to turn around. The voice was soft, gentle with a bit of beggingness to it. I turned around and viewed a humanoid figure standing on a platform that was luminous. The one on the platform spoke to us with out any movement of its mouth. But the humanoid did blink his eyes. The humanoid's eyes were large not really almond shape and did have a distinctive cornea with pupils. but the pupils were large in size. The corneas were a greenish in color and the pupils were very black. The corneas that surrounded the pupils were like thin rings around the pupils. The expression on the humanoids face never changed with the exception of when he blinked. The humanoid figure that stood before us told us we're not to be afraid that no harm would come to us and that we would be returned to our original places shortly. He then told us that we were to be the messengers of deliverance of a warning to the inhabitants of the earth for it is time. We were told that we were in the Beta Elipson Star System many light years away from earth. It only took them eighteen and one half hours by our time measurement to bring us there. It would be the same time span to return us to our point of origin. He expressed sorrow about the earth man that died in the conflict that happened shortly before we were assembled together. ( The manta ray craft that exploded during the air to air dog fight) He explained to us that they have listening to our radio and TV signals for a long time and have studied them. They found our species as a hostile race and that there were those who were not hostile on the earth. They told us about the two hundred twelve other species they knew of. Some hostile, but most were not. And so long as we as a species do not spread our violence into the void they will do nothing to oppress us. If we as a species threaten to extend our conflicts of war and violence to neighboring planets that has joined them they will stop us by the total destruction of the earth by committing it to its own star. In other words the earth would be reduced to a burned out cinder before it collides with the sun. I remember standing there trembling with fear while hearing this. They also told us of the climate changes to come. They told us that the global temperatures will continue to increase and that droughts will be more often. That the polar ice caps will continue to melt exposing more land that was buried for eons. That the host of our planet will continue to prey upon itself to near destruction. The polar axis will shift as well as the planets orbital path. The changes in the equinox will increase Magnetic changes of the planet will disturb the host. The star will expand and increasingly get brighter. The waters will rise, the beast will change. The knowledgeable will prevail over destruction of it self. The host will no longer prey upon itself. The void will be theirs. After that last sentence I quit shaking as well as the others. There was an eerie calm in the room in which we stood. Silence filled the room except the breathing of us and them. And all I could say out loud with a shaky voice was " My God". The humanoid looked at us and told us that they have a supreme being that lead them from their own destruction and they created a special race of beings to protect them and the innocent. They were created by the manipulation of their D.N.A. make up in order to gain peace. And that these beings were biologically created to eliminate aggression. they also told us that the special beings have absolute power over them in order to stop all aggression with in themselves. They also told us that the void continues to decline with other species as they multiply. Wars will not be tolerated. Famine will not be tolerated. Aggression will be eliminated. The humanoid then told us that we were to go and be the messengers and that they await our answer. Then the humanoid said go and return. I remember leaving the room with the others but I don't remember going through the doors. What I remember is that Og and I were walking out from under the manta ray shaped craft and he told me it was time for me to go back. The next thing I remember is that I had ran out in front of the jeep that had the three Airmen in it as I had explained earlier. It took thirty years for me to get the guts to deliver the message in the only way I knew how. I kept my agreement with the inhabitance of the Beta Elipson Star System. It was put in such a way that the common layman would understand. The warning concerns the existence of every last creature on Earth. No it is Not a word for word phrase from an old 1951 science fiction movie titled " The Day The Earth Stood Still". I shall phrase it in similar fashion so the common layman would understand it. THE WARNING;1. The universe grows smaller every day. ( Population growth by other species), 2. The threat of aggression by any group any where can no longer be tolerated (the threat of war and oppression by any species no matter the race) 3. There must be security for all or no one is secure ( The foundation of peace with all species). 4. Security does not mean giving up any freedom (oppression will not become hindering). 5. Except the freedom to act unresponsively (This will not be tolerated) 6. Our ancestors made laws to govern ourselves (provided an acceptable means of existing for the populations of all species). 7. And hired policemen to enforce them (The absolute authority). They of the other planets have accepted this principle (The foundation of existence between all species of life). 8. They have the organization for the mutual protection of all planets (their constant surveillance of all planets to detect aggression). 9. And the complete elimination of aggression (the absolute authority, by the race of special beings). 10.-The test of any such higher authority is of course the police force which supports it ( The aggression of another species). 11.- For their policemen, they created a race of special beings( biologically living beings by D.N.A. manipulation). 12.-Thier function is to patrol the planets and preserve the peace ( The craft are of the manta ray type and they seek out and eliminate the aggressors). 13.- In matters of aggression ( when war is threatening ). 14.- They gave the special beings absolute power over themselves ( To keep them from becoming involved in violence) 15.- That power cannot be revoked ( the D.N.A. change is permanent) 16.- They are free from aggression and war ( they no longer live with violence of any kind). 17.- It is no concern to them how we run our own planet ( live and let live) 18.- If we threaten to extend our violence and wars to other planets( A deliberate act of aggression)19.- Our Earth will be reduced to a burned out cinder( the earth will be forced to collide with the sun) 20.- We can pursue our present course of violence( to take aggression to other planets) 21.- And pay the penalty of provoking their action and face obliteration(The absolute cost of being aggressive toward other species) 22.- the decision is ours( They await our answer). End of Warning . And so the warning was given. The climate changes. The quakes get worse and famine continues. The temperature on the average keeps rising. What do you think about now days of what's happening? Maybe its because we are too involved with our petty differences as well as our petty squabbles. Sooner or later we the host of the Earth are going to listen up are going to wake up and realize exactly where we are heading. But for now we are on the course of obliteration. So time is the story teller of when the first landing will be. A lot of people are expecting the landing of a craft in Washington, D.C.. I don't believe it will be at Washington. I believe it will be at Cheyenne Button Lake Kansas or at Roswell New Mexico. But that's my belief. As I said before, I kept my agreement with the inhabitants of the Beta Elipson Star System. As far as the twelve others left (not counting myself) I've heard recently that over the years that others have given the same warning. Maybe they are of the twelve others. I don't know. Maybe I'll never know at all the rest of my life. If they were of the twelve others left then they have kept their agreements as well. If they never read my book, I know they will remember the unconditional agreement. The agreement by them of the Beta Elipson Star System and Them the thirteen left. Weather they survived the trauma of that time or not I can't really say for sure. But leaks in the system can lead you to them. All leaks come from a source somewhere and you have to back track it very carefully. So far I've heard of a couple down under.
Chapter 4 - 'Who's Mind Is It Anyway?'
Psychological testing are for who really? The one's needing help or the head shrinkers? That's the question at hand now days. The human mind is a very complex thinking living biological organ. So that leads us to the conditioning of the thinking pattern from childhood up to adulthood. Ok ( Example only -) if you took a two year old and told them that a rock was a ball all their life, then they would believe that the rock would really be a ball no matter what anyone else would say. Do you understand the example? If not read it again. So the conditioning of ones mind comes from what the individual has learned from those he and or she trust. Reasoning out problems is the process of taking what is known and matching it to something unknown by the evidence there which presents known material. What is there is unknown and is that which is not understood by any logical reasoning. So there you have a void in reasoning in the sense. Fear is usually generated by substituting fear for reasoning. The thought of anyone controlling your mind and its function as far to have you do their bidding is a horrifying experience. We generally use only ten percent of our brains capabilities. What a waste of precious material. Don't you agree? Getting back to my story when I was at the base hospital after the incident. The so called doctors picked my brains for information about what happened at Crow Creek Bridge. They told me to tell them about the time I started across the bridge until I ran in front of the jeep twice. Not once. So that tells they knew about it some how. That's why they told me that it was being over worked and exhaustion. Cover up reasons. I damn near believed them. I'm glad I didn't. When you see something that terrifies you even for a split second your mind goes to the self preservation mode. Every human has it in them. But you take a detailed viewing of the subject that put you into the panic stage. Even in that split second. So your eyes don't lie to you nor do the other senses you have, hearing, smelling, touching, etc. So most psychiatrists are prone to prove to you that you just imagined it. Simply because they were not there. So they cannot compile a solid truthful answer. Hypnoses is the process of putting a thought into one's mind and having one believing it. But regression therapy is to let you be in more control of your conscious memory. As well as your subconscious memory. So you are able to express what you went through physically, mentally, and emotionally. Believe it or not their are thousands of people that think they are going crazy, acting crazy simply because they have no way to associate their experience without being condemned as liars. So the subject of mind control has become more understood by the public because they are viewing the UFO subject with more of an opened mind and taking the time to understand. They know Uncle Sam lied about the Roswell Incident. And that was fifty four years ago and their still lying about it yet today. The mind control there was based on paranoia. The response was unbelievable. Of most people that was there didn't talk about the Roswell Incident until they were on their death beds. Yes I do and have had the paranoid feeling that I'm being watched even thirty years later. But I'm not afraid of them like I was anymore. Fuck them. That incident happened to me and the thirteen others and not them. No I'm not crazy nor am I schizophrenic basket case. This stuff is real. It happened. Don't take my word alone but talk to the ones who know what its like to have your mind taken over and being aboard a craft not of this planet. Or try it yourself. You may not like it. Why I say that? Experience is the best teacher. Is it not? Take the time to imagine yourself being taken under control mentally ( not of your own free will ) and being instructed to do things you normally wouldn't do. How would you react? How would you feel? How would you stop it? How would you relate the incident to some authority without being labeled a schizophrenic paranoid individual? How? Can you do that without running into road blocks from those who never had anything remotely related? I don't think so. I'm speaking from the voice of experience. Thirty years of it. The mind control phenomenon of the extraterrestrial origin is real. There's no doubt in my mind about it. It's extraordinary power over the human mind has shown me that you can try to resist all you can but you do not have the ability to do so. Try as you may, there is the understanding that your powerless to resist the commands required of your capture. I guarantee you, you'll be terrorized to the core of your soul when you realize that you are in a no win situation. And I know that you'll never forget it. Ever. So here you are, with the traumatic event that you have no control over at the time. And you have no idea on how you can address the situation to someone by some means. What do you do? Well? I'm waiting. Now you have some idea of what has terrorized me for thirty years. Mental anguish? You damn well better believe it. Imagine yourself keeping your close encounter of the fourth kind a closely guarded secret for thirty years. And all related memories to the incident all that time. Your life will change. I guarantee you it will change. And you will have a totally different personality and out look on life as it really is. You will notice things that you normally wouldn't before such encounter. All your senses will be more awake than before. Your trust will be very limited concerning authorities of government nature. So here you are wondering what really happened to your mind. And ask yourself are you going to evaluate your mind with the help of a psychiatrist that has knowledge of the UFO subject? Sure you will but choose one that has the experience and will work with you on all parts of your experience. You have your own mind. Protect it to the max. You will have no other that can replace it. My thoughts run deep as I sit at my table sipping coffee remembering all the contacts I've made about my encounter of thirty years ago. I sit in wonderment if they ever believed me at all. It creates depression, a sense of hopelessness. So when I tried and contacted two well known UFO investigation agencies. I did get the negative from them both it tears at me mentally. At first I would become more untrusting in such agencies. I still ask myself if all this was put into your mind by someone to cover up something else. By analyzing the step by step events of my encounter as they unfolded by both conscious memory and the series of nightmares I conclude that most UFO agencies only want to hear what they wanted to hear. And that there is no way I could have imagined the incident as it was in August, 1971. As I've said before, I have used community as a cover-up for what I really was going through for years. I haven't spoken to many people about my encounter because of the constant fear of dangerous adversaries. Yes the paranoia still exist. Could you live with that for thirty years? So I have tried to put my encounter as if it was in the realm of science fiction hallucinations. The only true thing I was doing was lying to myself by doing that. And I've tried to deny my encounter for many years. So here I sit today wondering how and when I would be able to be working with a hypnotic regression therapist knowledgeable in such cases as well as a dermatologist with the same knowledge. The reason, to confirm weather or not the event really happened or was it planted into my mind to cover up something else. Time is a story teller.
Chapter 5 - 'Your Not Supposed To Remember'
The fact that I wasn't suppose to remember about my encounter of August 16, to August 21, 1971 comes from what the base attorney told me in his office. It was Quote; '' In time you will remember." Unquote. Now remember earlier in my story that I'd mentioned about being on a table on my left side looking between two individuals at a large dark object which was in the back ground? Why would I remember something like that if it didn't happen? And Why would I remember something being to my head on the right side behind my ear if it didn't happen? A photograph taken in December 1999 by another person in which revealed a hair thin scar just up in the hair line that’s about one inch long. I have absolutely no memory of scratching that area by any means. Especially there. But I do have the memory of something being done to my head there while I was trying to regain consciousness but failed to do so. What happened after that I have no idea. So that entails me to believe that the encounter did happen. That it was known by officials and that it was covered up. Why? Your guess counts just as much as anyone’s. And why did those doctors at the base hospital wear black suits instead of Air Force uniforms under the with over coats they wore? That entails me to believe that they were not doctors from that hospital. Were they Men in Black (M.I.B.)? I've had that thought for years after being there with them but no aggression pertaining to threats were given from them. I do remember that one was of Greek decent and the other was European. And I do remember their faces yet today. So why would I remember their faces if I didn't talk to them. The main point is that over a period of time I did remember a lot but there are still many questions I have concerning the time lost that I don't remember. The base attorney didn't lie to me at that piont and time. So the fact that I wasn't to remember anything about my encounter is true to my belief to this very day. That has bothered me undoubtedly with the insecurity of trust in our government. Why didn't they send me to a psychiatrist there? That answer is pretty obvious. Its better to label someone a crack pot that go the expense of a psychiatrist. That way they can neither confirm nor deny. As their favorite saying goes to cover their ass. So I continue to record what I can remember from that time and place. Like for instance the insectoid corpse I saw on that table that floated. I haven't described it too clear before but I will now. The corpse lay on a table that floated in mid air. Nothing supporting the table by our standards of support. The body of the creature was about four feet in length. The head was larger that a humans and was covered with a shell like epidermis as the whole body was. The shell appearance would put one in mind of a beetle's shell. The face was the appearance of a wasp's face. The upper part of the head (cranial top) was divided into sections that were a mixture of these colors, bluish gray, tannish for the main of each section and darker tan to dark brown at the joints of the shell sections. It didn't have a bridge for a nose area but it did have the very small version of a bridge area. The eyes were like the eyes of a wasp but they were oval shaped by the nose area and were more tapered as they reached the temples. The description of the eyes is hard to believe. They were as to have a clear covering that looked like they have multi lenses on them. The retina areas was a very pail yellow with the veins showing congealing of it's blood. What appeared to be it's pupils were almond shaped and was supported by an optic stem maybe one half inch long, About one quarter inch in diameter. Black in color. The eyes have what looked like a clear eyelid that was on the bottom of the eyes. They were light gray and one could see through them. The mouth was small, gaped opened and small teeth like small sharks teeth could be seen. The inside of the mouth was a tannish in color and there was a small tongue not like ours. It was totally bluish gray from the congealing of the blood. What blood that could be seen was a mixture of clear fluid and a reddish brown color gel like substance. The thorax area (upper chest) was covered with the same shell covering as described before, color variations were the same. The thorax had a hole through it. The hole was about one and one half inches in diameter. A clear fluid could be seen dripping from the hole down around to the back. The view inside of the hole revealed the tissues on muscles, cartilage, and internal organs as well as the skeletal structure. The flesh was a reddish brown and bluish gray in color. the skeletal structure that could be viewed was an off white in color. The odor that omitted from the wound had the distinct smell of sulfur and rotten eggs as we know them. Viewing the abdominal area was the blending of muscular tissue joining a shell plate that was in front. All muscular tissue was covered with this shell covering and the covering was transparent to a certain degree. The hip areas were like the pelvises as we know them with the exception of the pelvic area was small in dimensions. The legs were very muscular with in the upper leg and the knee areas were like a beetle's. The lower leg areas (calves and front) were muscular but not as thick as the upper legs. The ankles appeared to be like that of a birds ankle but there was only two toes on each foot, no heels. Could you imagine yourself looking at a creature like I just described? Would you ever forget anything like that? But I wasn't suppose to remember these things. Period. If these events hadn't taken place then I wouldn't have such memories. Nor would anyone else I presume. So that leads us to conclude that the subconscious part of the brain has been reactivated by both visual and sound and smell stimulants over a period of time. Only the conscious part of the brain is told to forget. not the subconscious part. It's just blocked by a cover memory of some sort. So who’s the real Vallier and who’s the real Vander here? Everybody knows that good ole Uncle Sam has been lying to them for years concerning the UFO subject and all of that stuff. Example; The toilet seats bought for a military jet plane at the cost of $600.00. Ring a bell? Did not good ole Uncle Sam say that they are not spending unwisely? Ok case and point. Uncle Sam is most definitely lying to cover his ass. No doubt about that. That’s a proven fact over and over again. And yet you the public do nothing about the wasteful spending. Its like this here. I don't care if Uncle Sam spends $600.00 on a toilet seat. That proves that he really can't manage our money. At least we can go to the local malls and get a toilet seat for less than twenty bucks. And it does the same job. To cover one lie, you have to come up with a better lie. At least one the general public will accept as the truth. So when your told something that almost convinces you as being the truth you would accept it because you run out of assets to back you up. No I'm not going to forget what happened in August 1971. Not forget what I consciously remember even thirty years later. The only ones that will listen are the ones that have an open mind and some kind of understanding.
The Reconditioning
The reconditioning I have gone through covers various aspects of my life. During the past thirty years I have become more aware of the climate changes, the temperature changes ECT.. During the nineteen seventies I didn't worry about the job situations and the economy I just wanted to identify myself as an individual. At that time I remember my father telling me to gain knowledge of a lot of things and not just a little. So I became a jack of all trades not that I disapproved of the idea but it did help me in ways that I could endure the future to come. Along with the changes in my life as to my style of living and the nightmares that followed in sequences. I have started at first to deny them. And started to accept them under false pretenses. And finally learned not to be afraid of the nightmares that pledged my sanity but took some time to try and understand them. I ruled out the dope because I don't smoke that stuff. I have gotten drunk on many occasions. That is true. But I needed to understand why the nightmares came on like they did. And then I remembered my father telling me that there’s a reason for everything. So I started to dig and dig hard. To help me reason these nightmares out I had to unlearn what I have learned about conditioned thinking. Unclutter my mind of the daily dogma. Get by myself when I could and think back to that time and place over and over with out having a contaminated mind. Even then when I would think of the time when I came face to face with the being on Crow Creek Bridge I would tremble with fear. The more I thought about the events of that time and place I had become less afraid and less paranoid of the incident. I was reasoning out why it took place. And the more I reasoned it out the more I had an understanding of why. But how in the world could one relate such a incedent to another with out sounding like a crackpot? The only witnesses I have were the thirteen others and God only knows where they are. So I had to record down the traumatic event as it unfolded to me through my nightmares and conscious memories. I tell you, its not easy to do. But I have to get on with it and make some kind of life for myself. So I conditioned myself to accept what was and utilize it to find myself. I accept what happened long ago but its hard to cover up my true feelings about some of the tragedies that took place at that time. Even yet today I have an empty spot that’s deep inside me that I can't fill with anything. Its the loss of a friend and a friend from another way of life. To whom I will never forget so long as I have my right mind. I have the knowledge that the great war will end in the spring of 2010. This will be signified by the gathering of the native Indians in Kansas. I was told this would happen thirty years ago. Accepting that I have become more in control of my fears, anxiety and depressions. I have become more aware of the fact that we are not alone in our universe. I have accepted the fact that we are the ancients. I have reasoned out the incident to the fact that I and the others have been selected to become the messengers of a peaceful species that would make contact with us. But they will when we quit being dominant of each other as well as the known universe. I have reconditioned myself not to be afraid of authorities that would oppress one self or others. And conditioned myself to stand up for what’s the real truth and not the lies we live and have been conditioned to accept. In the process of reconditioning over a period of time I have brought forth the hidden memories that were blocked in my conscious memory. Time is a storyteller. I had to recondition myself to do so.
Chapter 6 - 'Top Dog Failure'
The top brass has been trying to cover up all kinds of things ever since the 1940's. The two crash sites at Roswell New Mexico. The other crashes that happened since then. Not to miss include the UFO chases were American pilots were injured or killed. Nor do they let the public know the real truth about the experimentations they did even on the general public with out them knowing a thing about them for many years. Radiation experiments, L.S.D. experiments that was let out on the streets of San Francisco Ca.. Having our own troops in the 1940's walk into the shockwave cloud of a atomic blast. Remember the book titled " Killing our own."? The author wasn't lying, not one bit. So sooner or later I would know about the possibility of the military training troops to fly craft with alien technology. And it did come out in publications with documented accounts of this very practice being done. Some of the pilots were basket cases after the trainings. Sound familiar? The point is this, sooner or later it will all come out in the wash. So who is really holding the dirty laundry? The MX missile system didn't start until 1970 and was told to the public that it was new in 1978. Rubbish . During the mid 1970's the MX missile system was obsolete before it got finished. Uncle Sam was working on something better. You figure. I can understand the security of our nation but do they half to ruin the physical and mental health of military personnel and civilians alike? Anyway I know that there are dangerous adversaries out there that would stop at nothing to keep things quiet. So who really hires them? It's pretty obvious isn't it. Are the silencers the M.I.B.s that many people have had contact with over the years? Well more and more is being learned about the notorious M.I.B.s each year. But yet Uncle Sam doesn't know who they are. They can neither confirm nor deny. Over fifty (50 ) percent of the whole world undoubtedly believes in extraterrestrials have been here on Earth and a very large percentage has the proof. Prove them wrong if you dare. So when a military personnel is abducted by E.T. and released The troop will usually keep silent about it to keep Uncle Sam from putting him in the nut house for good. I've done that myself. Had to with no choice. On TV today you will see remarkable programs about the UFO and abduction phenomena and the related stories. And the most intriguing ones to me are the ones the ex-military personnel have to tell. Accounts of abductions, UFO chases by fighter pilots, Navy personnel and the like. I believe that some UFO sightings around area 51 are a hoax with the use of a hologram devise. Hologram devises do exist. Even the C.I.A. lied about themselves not having anything to do with UFOs. There were many documents squeezed out of the C.I.A. proving that they knew about the UFOs all along. They lied. As well as Uncle Sam lied. All for national security? I don't think so. For military domination? I believe that. So the military portrays all E.T.s as hostile beings. When so many people know very well all of the E.T.s are not hostile. So the cover-ups have been fruitless over a period of time. The sedative that tasted like mint did calm me down at that time but the P.I.N.E. did not work as well as they thought it would. I have not yet met any airman I served with back then as of anytime after I was discharged. Not a one. No reunions, no invitations to any reunions of the 809th supply group of 1971. Zero, nothing, Nada. Why? There’s always a reason for everything. Could it be that I've been labeled as a crackpot by Uncle Sam's party? Sounds reasonable enough. Letting people know about E.T.s is a tough sell on capital hill. Why? They already know about them and as they usually quote, They can neither confirm nor deny the existence of E.T.s. So to get a grip on what’s happening one must be enlighten by those who are in the know. The scientist and biologist who study the visitors. So get in the know if you don't know anything about our visitors. Quit being blinded by the conditioning.
Chapter 7 - 'Time Is A Story Teller'
Over the years I have put together my vivid conscious memories as well as the nightmares I've had. This was done without the aid of hypnotherapy regression or any medical help. I'm not the only one that has put together their nightmares over a period of time. Thousands of other people have done this by their own reasoning and logic. Ok if time is not a story teller then why are there thousands of serious people letting the population know about what has happened about the time they were missing. Cave arts in Australia have shown remarkable drawings of E.T.s even from back at the early times of the aborigines. They didn't lie about what they knew. Its my belief that one day soon we will witness a awesome event opening a new beginning. Or a hellish end but that decision is up to us here on Earth. There are times I wanted to just give up on my quest but if I do they win. But the thirst for knowledge of what happened douring those five days and eight hours, the events that I can't remember consciousely keeps me going. Even if I have to do it by myself. In which thats damn near impossible. Others have been in the same craft I've been in. This has been confirmed by a man I met on the wire. I do need to meet them to compair notes. So time was on my side as far as the identification of the UFO mantaray. Thirty years later but yet confirmed by others that has had contact with it.
Chapter 8 - 'Bits And Pieces'
Putting any puzzle together with out all the pieces is very hard to do in order to get a very clear picture. But when I construct the missing pieces from reliable sources I get a more provocative picture about the craft. Theory one; How would one get aboard such craft with out using a ladder? Ok, Remember Captain Kirk on the TV show called Star Trek? Beam me up? Hello? How can that take place one may ask. The mass has to be turned into energy. Then introduced to a molecular reconstruction state. Then returned into the original mass state. TRANSPORTER. Transport/ Energy/ regulator. We have not this technology. They do. Mass shrinkage is not impossible either. We just do not have such technology as to date. They do. But I've been advised that other people has seen the same thing that I have and reported that the crafts were various in sizes. And remember being inside them no matter the size of craft. So the possibility of shrinking mass in order to transport it is not impossible. Theory two, Subjecting one to negative gravity and then using the one's own molecular attraction to transport aboard. As well as to return. What do you the reader think? The bits and pieces didn't come easy nor were they dreamed up by any means. They were compiled over a period of thirty years. With limited access to information needed. Also with the psychological trauma that has pledged me during that period of thirty years. But I have overcome that over the years for reasons I hold for humanity. This whole thing didn't happen over a weekend. It took time to embrace the whole understanding of what I had experienced thirty years ago. Especially what I consciously remember. Time to search out the need of understanding of why the incident took place. Why we were selected. Is it because the world is being methodically conditioned to a new revelation? Or is it just to let us we the host of the Earth know beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are not alone. That we are not the only living biological beings in this universe. I personally know one hundred percent that we are not the only ones in this universe. I don't know what everyone else believes and everyone has the right to their own belief, but the point and fact is we are not alone. The testimonies of others even from the time of Roswell has proven to me that everyone has had a opportunity to understand that we are not as supreme as we think we are.
Chapter 9 - 'Shadow In The Background'
WHO'S your shadow? What do I mean? Isn't it pretty obvious that I'm talking about a information source? While I was digging into the Internet to find someone who may know anything about the Crow Creek Incident. Well I've chatted with a few individuals on the Internet and some has been helpful. Some were not. One day I started up the computer and started going through my files and found some of them gone. Not good. So I reprogrammed my computer and did other things with it and the hacker took the bait. I hope he or she can read Chinese. Anyway getting back to the shadow I found him and or her on line one night and had quite a conversation with this person. My shadow's researchers are very good. Very good in deed. I was impressed by their vigor. As it turned out my shadow has helped me in more ways than my shadow knows. My greatest most interested reason was for truth. And I got it. So I thank my shadow whoever they may be. The Internet is the super highway to information needed but I as well as everyone else knows there are dangerous adversaries on the wire. So I'm not on the wire much these days. The other shadows are working to find the truth. And given enough time they will. The UFO sites on the wire carry much the same description of encounters and stories so I don't go to them. I go to more educational sites. Their there you just have to find them. The other shadow I have is the one that lurks in my subconscious from long ago. The true shadow that’s in the background. Its dark, scary and is elusive by the possibility of a cover memory from long ago. Eliminated from conscious memory for some important reason. Important to who? What was so important to create this void? The void that remains elusive to conscious memory. Being blocked by a glitch in the process of reasoning and logical thought. Like a various in a computer. The door that needs the right key to open it no matter what’s on the other side. That void, that glitch is stopping me from understanding what all happened exactly during those five days eight hours of thirty years ago. Or was that void, that glitch planted to cause me to pursue something that doesn't exist beyond what I consciously remember? A decoy, a false interpretation of meaning? I will know when I unlock that door. Its like flying through thick fog and you must trust your planes instruments. Only my instruments are my six senses and reasoning. I know that’s hard to understand for most people. But some know what I'm talking about. They been there, done that. Another dark shadow that lurks around us all is the new world order. You got it. The new world order is developed to take away more and more freedoms we have. Tagged like a bunch of cattle? Time will tell. And is all information censored pertaining to the E.T.s and their activities here on Earth? Most likely. Reason for most likely is that a lot of information has been blocked out or just not given pertaining to the E.T.s. Why? Well there are some things that the public is just not ready for. Not at this time, no way. So we leave that part alone. Until its time. So the search continues for the reliable resources to make the full circle. No puzzle is complete with out all its pieces.
Chapter10 - 'Putting It All Together'
Thirty years have come and gone since that incident happened. And even today I think about it now and then. Wondering if part if not all was planted in my memory. As I've mentioned before I have questioned myself many times over and over. Even tried to deny that it ever happened. But the nightmares still haunt me still to this date. When I really started to put this all together back in 1998-99 I realized that five common factors were absolute. One was the successions of the nightmares. Two was the Trying to deny the incident ever happened. Three was when I put together what I could consciously remember about the incident. Four was why I couldn't remember what all happened between the time of the incident and when I was discharged. And five I figured out that I was missing five days, eight hours and still to this day can't remember what all happened during those five days, eight hours back in August, 1971. Another factor is the scars and markings and scribes that are there. When they were discovered in December 1999 Pictures were taken of them and put into imaging on a computer. The camera was digital with twelve hundred pixels per inch. I copied down where the scars, markings and scribings were at on a sheet of paper as to match the areas were they were on my back. The original pictures were destroyed by a various that contaminated the computer. They have to be redone and validated by dermatologist and photographer. But until then I just have to search out the truth a little at a time and seek validation. For now its just a story I carry with me without hard evidence. And hard evidence is hard to obtain by any means. If when I obtain the hard evidence that’s validated by professionals I will include them In another book. But I myself have put together that all extraterrestrials are not hostiles like the grays are. But I truly think that the grays are just contemplating their own species because their own D.N.A. is in need of fresh genes. To put it simply if one continues to clone D.N.A. from the offspring of the parent then the D.N.A. will eventually break down to the point that it no longer can be used. So I do need to go through hypnotherapy regression to bring out what all happened. As I said before I have no memories of any type of surgeries With the exception of the vivid memory of being on a table. And looking between two individuals at something very large and dark in the background and the object was long. And that someone was doing something to my head on the right side behind my ear in the hairline area. Implant? I don't know for sure not until I have it checked out by a professional. But with all my vivid memories and what I carry with me I know for fact that we were never alone. PERIOD. And just for the record, I have no memory of seeing any grays as described by other people. But that does not mean to me that they don't exist. There’s too much proof of their existence.
Chapter 11 - 'Who's Hiding What?' ( Epilog)
Button, Button, Who's got the button? Remember that came as a child? Your trying to figure out who had the button. In this case the button is to represent the truth. Well it's hard to think of me telling the truth about what happened between Monday, August 16, 1971 and Saturday night at two A.M. in the morning August, 21, 1971. Especially with a story that sounds too bizarre too believe in the first place. I'll take a lie detector test any time. I'll go through hypnotic regression any time. I'll go through the scrutiny of the physical exams by any dermatologist that’s U.F.O. knowledgeable any time. For those psychiatrist that think that hypnotic regression therapy is a yellow brick road to fantasy for me. I have a few words for you. They are UP YOURS BUDDY! Regression therapy is a tool to be used to uncover hidden memories that elude the state of conscious memory. A valuable tool in psychology. Now why should I lie about what happened thirty years ago when it had an immense impact on my life and caused me to change my life. When you look at creatures that you would have never believe exist in the first place. And look at the corpses of other beings that you would never believe exist in the first place. And you have no material witnesses at your disposal when you need them. You're pretty much screwed as far as being accepted as telling the truth. I ask anyone who has read my book of The Black Manta ray; incident at Crow Creek Bridge to have an open mind with understanding of the U.F.O. abduction phenomenon. In general most people will evade the truth and evidence of the phenomenon. Why? Because of their own personal ways of substituting fear for reasoning. So I continue my search even though I may never find all the pieces to my puzzle. Even though I may never find reliable sources of information. Even though I may pass on before my quest is finished. But one thing is for sure. I kept my unconditional agreement with the inhabitants of the Beta Elipson Star System that was made with them thirty years ago. I have delivered the warning given to me and thirteen others to be addressed to the inhabitants of our Earth. I delivered it in the only way I knew how at the time. And know of the others that has delivered the same warning in different parts of the world verified by professionals. Has not the climates changed? Has not the Sun's polarity changed? And what will our answer be for them? Now you have my story of thirty years ago. You decide. You think it over. All I ask is that you judge with an open mind and understanding. Respectfully Yours; John R.Renz A.K.A. Yunk Ex-Airman U.S. Air Force 1971. GOD BE WITH YOU. --------------------  |
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