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I came here early in the year and posted a bit then things began to happen to my family and I. In return I retreated back to my solitude and tried to put this site behind me. That plagued me to no end and although my mind was at rest, my heart cried out for closure. And so I'm back again, ready to face whatever it is "they" throw at me. Two weeks ago my family threw a party and we had many friends over. Needless to say we had some beer and I drank despite the fact that I "quit" several years ago. I got wasted and started confessing to my wife about the things I had experienced while employed by the government. She began to get scared and wanted us to go inside (we were outside smoking a cig at the time). I didn't catch the hint and it wasn't until she pointed out the "thing" across the street clearly observing us that I had decided it was a good idea to heed her warning. It was then that I decided I had limited time and needed to come back if only to share what I know so that others wont become victims to "their" madness. And so I'm back.

Tonight we talked more about it and I could feel their presence much like one can smell the sickly sweet stench of garbage on a summer day. They have a smell about them that I cannot put my finger on but it almost hints at vomit or some other disgusting thing. They make my skin crawl when I think about them and although I read about how others have positive experiences when it comes to "aliens" I however do not.

I have seen them in all their glory. I have worked along side of them and even called one of them "friend" though the idea of it today makes me nauseated to say the least.

They are not good, they are evil, plain and simple. They do not care for us or our plight. In fact, they are mostly responsible for the state of affairs we find ourselves in today. I feel lost and without honor. I feel disposed of and hope above all else that what I share here will indeed lead to some kind of goodness and not more suffering.

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The Hollow Earth

When one mentions the Hollow Earth theory, many main-stream folks will instantly balk at such a thing and ignore everything beyond. That's rather unfortunate. That said, the Earth is hollow. In fact, every single "rocky" world is indeed hollow.

How do you know?

Easy, it's essentially basic physics, though I do know for certain it is hollow.

Have you ever been to a park with a playground? Sure you have. Have you ever jumped on the merry-go-round and have a friend spin it so hard it becomes difficult to hold on and stay on unless you're sitting in the center? That's because of Centrifugal Force.

Ever since the early days of the Shuttle Program, NASA has been conducting experiments in space, testing theories regarding centrifugal force. They (the various scientists) would set an object in motion, such as a ball of clay or other such material. The purpose was to determine what would happen to these materials in a vacuum and or in a weightless environment. What they uncovered shouldn't really "blow you away" as much as you should essentially feel like a dumb ass for not realizing this earlier:

  • No matter the material, it would always become hollow as centrifugal force "pushed" the material from the center toward the exterior. This can of course be applied to each and every single rocky world out there.

Go ahead, try to debate this, just know that no matter what, centrifugal force will be applied to objects in space, thus making them hollow. That's just the way it is.

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The Greada Treaty

NOTE: All of this is from memory, so bear with me.


Also referred to as the "Alien Embargo", the Greada Treaty was signed by Eisenhower in I think it was 1954 between the people's of Earth and the taller Grey Aliens, the one's with smaller eyes and bodies much more similar to ours, proportionally speaking of course.

The treaty posited the Greys as a dying race desperate to find help to fix their unique genetic problem, that being their DNA is unraveling at a rate to which they will meet their ultimate demise very soon if something isn't done. They wanted access to the human genome for genetic research. At first they told us that they planned to create a new organism that was both human and Grey. You can look at it as a new vessel used as a genetic template for the continuance of their society and culture. They claimed that there was no worry or fear that they would take advantage of the Human populace they decided to experiment on.

In exchange for this access to the Human race, the Grey's would give us specific technological advancements. We thought we had them by the proverbial balls as it were because we knew they would never give us the tech to go into space or otherwise become a galactic player yet we had already reverse engineered the various craft that we had already recovered and no, I'm not talking about just Roswell. There were many crashes, I think over 20 vessels have been recovered by the time the Treaty was signed and many more since then. Also, there were two Vimana's recovered in Iraq yet only one was accessed. Apparently the other was damaged beyond repair as they were both sitting entombed for over 20,000 years.

Anyway, since we figured we had the upper hand, at some point we made our move in the 60's as a true show of force. But by then the Grey's had already reproduced over 30,000 new bodies right here on Earth in the various facilities that they brought here aboard their ships long ago. In short they beat us down and wagged their finger at us saying that we screwed up and they would ensure that never happens again. Despite this, they remained, because they need our genetic material to save their skinny little butts from utter destruction. Frankly they're all evil and I could honestly say that the universe would be a far better place without them, but unfortunately the sad truth is that they are us but that's a story for another time. I have however mentioned this previously in my blog titled The Greys.

Now this is just between us and the Greys, no other species is involved in this Treaty. Because of this Treaty, we also made the decision to engage in the Luciferian Experiment, to which it will not end well for us.

The Treaty ultimately prevents us from doing business with the greater galactic whatever and ultimately forced the elite to enact a double defensive shield around the Earth but not in our reality. Instead this shield extends far beyond the 3rd and 4th dimensions. This is all a part of the Luciferian Experiment designed to seclude the particular world from the rest of the universe. This is also one of the main reasons why it's so difficult for one to ascend or otherwise grow spiritually, because we have a physical shield preventing that very thing from happening.

Now, there are several races of Reptoid that are all involved. One of them are claiming dominance over the Greys at large and say they're the ones pulling the strings. These particular Reptoids are also the ones that David Icke talks about being in government positions. Is this starting to make sense here? Supposedly those Reptoids are from another planet while there is also supposed to be the true inheritor of this world and that being the Reptoids that have been here since the beginning but were forced under ground by the Annunaki Empire as well as the Grey's who claim to have been fighting them for generations. Perhaps the Reptoids that are pulling the strings in government and elsewhere are indeed the Annunaki and their ilk? Just a thought but it would make sense, otherwise someone would have to say there's a 3rd race of reptoids as the Annunaki are led by a Reptoid race but it's important to understand that The Annunaki Empire is a grouping of races, not a race itself. It may have been a single race at one time but today they're a collective of various planets all falling within a physical location of Clean Space.

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For Marique

Hello Marique. Folks like yourself, those beings growing in vats, the horrible experiments that nobody knows about, such as the telepathy research being conducted in Dulce are but some of the many reasons why I had to come forward. Those two final images in the above post are indeed real images taken within the Dulce Research Facility. Their quality are really bad because the camera was successfully brought in despite the incredible technology put in place to prevent that exact thing from occurring. There's even a point where you need to take off your watch and leave it with them as you're about to walk though a portal that is similar in design to a metal detector but instead of detecting anything, it blasts you with electromagnetic waves that will "knock" out any electronics on the person. This camera survived that because it was EM shielded but as you can see from the quality of imagery, it was still somewhat damaged.

On a side note, you'll never see images from the dreaded level 4, Mind Control Experiments Level as the stuff that goes on in there would turn your stomach 7 ways to Sunday. Seriously, these guys have done things like taking an animal, child, you name it, and using their minds to either mess with it, or utterly destroy it, usually in a rather disgusting and slow manner. The reason you'll never get those images is because those in there would detect the desire to release information and they'd be able to zero in on the offending individual damn near instantly and take him or her out. Seriously consider what I just said... 'they'd be able to zero in on the offending individual.' That means that everyone else who works on that level has absolutely no desire to release this info at all. In fact, they are the type that wished they could possess such abilities. Nice people eh? Every time someone tried, they failed miserably and then the custodians had to be called in the clean up the mess. That's not a joke nor am I exaggerating. Most of the desire to reveal much of this is quashed when people find out what happened to Bob who tried to do that but failed. They make a big stink out of it and everyone is paraded by the "scene" so as to really sink it in.

FEAR is what drives most to keep their mouths shut.

I can assure everyone that those images are real and were indeed taken in the Dulce Facility on level 6 (Genetic Experiments).

Marique, I'm very sorry about all of this. Chances are, if you were experiencing these events in the 90's, then there's a really good chance that I was there. You see, we were used as security, and the term security is a very broad term to say the least. On many occasions we were tasked with performing perimeter security while the Greys took the time to snatch and grab someone.

That sensation of floating up and into a ship is more or less a manufactured memory. You see, the establishment wants you to think you're being taken away by some merciless aliens for God-knows what. But the truth is that you are being taken by humans to a human facility. Those rare cases when Grey's actually attend the abduction are for reasons that were beyond me and we were never told the why. What I do know is that those (like yourself) who have been abducted multiple times are done so for their genetic compatibility. They typically don't like the idea of abducting people over multiple time frames as this will typically lead to mnemonic backlash wherein the subject will start to remember no matter how many times you wipe them. This is the case with you and is most likely the main reason why you've been left alone now for a few years. If for whatever reason you experience this again, it's probably because they need to either harvest more genetic material from you or they plan to impregnate you or do some other kind of experiment such as that. That being said I do however feel that most likely you're time there is over because you're still here and usually they take folks permanently by the time they begin to experience what you have if they plan to continue to use them that is. That's part of how they "keep the secret safe." When they are done with those folks, they are typically rotated to level 4 and used for that research which of course typically ends in a rather gruesome death. Or they are merely fed to the many possible critters they've grown down there. Shocking but true.

I've personally been assigned to security watch over the ladies who are either breastfeeding or performing the touch therapy you mentioned.

Marique, I'm offering you the option to learn why you (or anyone for that matter) are chosen to perform the touch therapy. If you wish to know, please let me know and I'll inform you. Before you choose however, please understand that the information will most likely be very shocking and perhaps even mentally damaging on some level. Because of that, I will not just throw it out there, you must tell me if you wish to know and then I'll let you know. I've hurt enough people and I hope that by posting this data people will see that it's my way of saying I'm sorry. I am so very sorry Marique...

And this is where my pain comes from... The hundreds if not thousands of innocent people, not to mention the lives they created down below and since they are not 100% Human, then they do not possess any rights what-so-ever. They even teach them how to talk. So on many occasions you'll run into (for lack of a better term) a teenage mutant ninja turtle and can actually carry on a conversation! I just feel like beating my head against a wall or something sometimes... I abhor what I've done and what I've become because of it. I seek absolution, though I fear I will never find it. Maybe that's justice? Maybe that's Karma? Either way, I'm sure I have a debt to repay and the universe will always, eventually collect.

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This is a good question and deserves a straight answer, sadly, like with so many things, this doesn't really have a straight answer, but I'll do the best I can.

For starters, let's use an example that I know for a fact is real, so off to youtube! PS: I really don't care what anyone else may say regarding the authenticity of this video. It's real, that's all the needs to be worried about.

Many of you may have already seen this particular video. I can assure you, it's absolutely real. What the man narrating is saying is essentially true and I use the word essentially as every situation is different and rightly so. No two Grey's are the same and that really throws us for a loop, but it's true.

Another tell tale sign (and it's not something you'd think) is when you see these Grey's moving about as if they are puppets on strings or being manipulated by someone else. The sad truth is that they really do move that way because our dimension is far more dense than theirs. In fact, on a side note, the higher you go up in dimensional vibrations, the lighter everything is because the very atoms that make up matter are far further apart yet retain their atomic bods to form matter.

Conversely, the further you go down, the more densely packed those atoms and thus the heavier they are. So when Grey's come into our reality, they are essentially taking on a great weight and it's difficult for them to move about. That's why we have to take care of them at all times to ensure their safety while they're here. At least that's the text-book answer.

So, when watching videos online and you'd like to know if it's real, here's a couple of pointers to help you decide but remember, ultimately, it's really up to you to decide if it's real or not.

  1. Darkness, look for darkness. If the video isn't darkened, like by a LOT and the alien in question isn't difficult to see, then chances are it's NOT real. They cannot survive in our lighted environments without protection
  2. The "alien" ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS moves as if they're being controlled by a 3rd party. If you see something and it's moving smoothly without it's head shaking and otherwise strange movements like that, then it's not real.

Another tell tale sign is the fact that most videos display a Grey but nobody takes notice that the arms and legs are not nearly as spindly as they should be. If the "Alien" in the video has arms and legs like a thin kid or something like that, chances are they're not an Alien. All of the aliens that I've had the displeasure of meeting and or being around sport arms and legs that wouldn't allow for a human to get into, you know, like a suit. So, if you watch a video and you see a "Grey" that doesn't have sticks for legs and arms, then chances are it's not real.

Spotting any kind of "sagging" skin is a dead give away that they're not real. Grey skin doesn't sag, not even when they're dead. There's just not enough of it to do so. They're not fat, they're not even overweight as they have solved all that long ago via their cloning technology. They don't suffer disease or sickness unless they come to a world that doesn't fit their unique physiological needs.

That's about the size of it really. If you have any questions, go ahead, hit me up in the comments, I'll do my best to answer them.

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The Greys

mq1.jpg?v=4fa86cabFirst and foremost, what you’re about to read is merely a synopsis if you will, regarding the subject matter. I also hope that you understand that I’m not by any means an “expert” on the subject, just another observer who has come across this data from one means or another.

To begin with, The Greys or simply Grey Aliens are not so much Aliens as in from another star system per se. I’ll get to that but for now understand that they do NOT “originally” hail from an alien world.

Genuine cattle mutilation, livestock abduction, human abduction is being performed for genetic and reproductive research. Most “abductees” do not find themselves in space but rather here on Earth in the Dulce Facility. There are others around the globe such as the undersea facility off the coast of Florida. Those who have found themselves in a zero gee environment have been abducted for the same reasons however that group is being “humane” about the research they’re conducting while the others are quite unethical as we would see it.

Cattle Mutilation

  • The mutilated bovine in question is typically the now empty vessel that was once used for incubating those genetic human/whatever hybrids you’ve undoubtedly heard so much about
  • This program should be suspended by now as they have advanced far beyond what it could bring to the table. In the event that mutilations have continued (I haven’t heard of them happening in a good long while but that doesn’t mean spit really) it’s most likely being conducted by our off-world “friends.” I’ll get to that as well.

Livestock/Human Abduction

  • Taken for the reason(s) listed above under Cattle Mutilation, however, instead of impregnating (although this has occurred more than a few times), usually your typical abductee is being harvested for possible genetic compatibility. What’s this compatibility for? Good question, I’ll  get to that too.

So what are you saying?

Glad you asked.

This is one huge genetic experiment designed to save the Human Race from absolute extinction in the very far future. That’s really the best way to put it, but it also involves copious amounts of interdimentional understanding as well.

Are you still with me?

Okay, check this out…


Remember the Philadelphia Experiment? Okay well, back then they were trying to make the ship invisible, like totally, to even the naked eye. Well, they didn’t succeed. Instead they actually figured out how to teleport matter through space/time which includes separate dimensional layers if you will.

Remember a guy named Nikola Tesla? Tesla would often write in his personal journals that he could literally see energynikola-tesla.jpg as it ebbed and flowed throughout all things. That’s right he claimed he could physically see it! Talk about impressive. Well, he took his work to an all new level, so, you decide.

At one point in his life he headed to Colorado and for a while he stayed in a remote laboratory that he had created for himself. While up there he performed many incredible experiments with electricity. Apparently he managed to find a way to electrify something with such great magnitude that a strange green fog enveloped the object and then as if dismissed by the hand of God himself, the object and the mist vanished, never to be seen or heard from again. Reportedly, Tesla was able to reproduce this effect with impunity and even demonstrated this to select friends who would later corroborate this.

As rumor would have it, this very effect made manifest by Tesla was coupled with the work of Albert Einstein and together they managed to make the U.S.S. Eldridge disappear and then reappear an hour or so later. But this is all just hearsay right? Or is it?

In 1986 at I believe it was Hill Air Force Base in Utah, two MP’s performing their appointed rounds near an abandoned airfield, reported in and said they were going to check out some strange electrical discharge and what appeared to be a green mist.

Upon further inspection, the two MP’s stumbled upon what happened to be two sailors wearing outdated uniforms. After a short conversation the very disorientated sailors were reported to have vanished. Several months later one of those MP’s were later approached by an old man who retold that story from the sailors point of view, as it was supposedly one of the sailors who was onboard the Eldridge and that was his experience with space/time, or so they say.

What does this have to do with Aliens? I’m getting to that…

Apparently, that green mist is an indicator that a rip or tear in the fabric of space/time has appeared. Tesla explained it as an alternate state of being separate and devoid of this reality. One in which you can appear in, recalibrate your instruments and transfer back to this reality but in a drastically different physical location based upon the entered coordinates prior to transfer.

This is how the “Aliens” enter into our reality. This is also how they “travel” from one star system to another. It’s not warp as you know it, nor is it hyperspace. It’s a form of teleportation if you will, but interdimentionally.

On a side note, we use a form of hyperspace to travel to and fro within our “Clean Space.” Clean Space is where we physically are. The further one travels from their home planet, the greater the danger and so we try to stick around in our own neighborhood. It’s just a really big neighborhood. If you’d like, I can write about this in another article.

So, back to Greys…

Where-to-you-come-from.jpgWhere do they come from? I heard it was the Pleiades star system or Zeta Reticuli.

Well, that’s correct, so to speak. What we know as the Pleiades/Zeta Reticuli star systems is the physical location of their world, physical as in our dimension. Ultimately, Pleiades or Zeta Reticuli, it really doesn't matter where. A physical location is meaningless when we talk about the ability to appear wherever you wish. We know there are mathematically at least 11 separate dimensions. One stacked upon the other each traveling forever in either direction, much like an infinite loaf of bread if you will. They have the technology to punch through each layer and they reside in the 4th and 5th dimensions.

Hey, I thought you said they were us, but from the future?

I did. They are, and time is relative.

Is this starting to make sense?

You see, the story goes like this:

In an effort to obtain immortality through technology, the only successful means was via a biomechanical method, ie: Cloning. Unfortunately, there were some seriously bad repercussions of their meddling of the genetic code. It was deteriorating at a rapid rate and there seemed to be no way to fix it. So they decided to return to a time where they could harvest compatible genetic material to repair the damage to the genome. Otherwise they were looking at utter destruction.

Anyone here watch Stargate SG-1? Remember the Asgard? Same deal, except the Grays aren’t as nice.

Knowing that they would either succeed or die trying, they didn’t care about their methods or the outcome to their Aliens_in_Dulce_Underground_BaseNew_Mexico__106575.jpgspecimen collected. All they cared about was the DNA, that’s it. Sadly we’re so very far removed from them, harvesting practical DNA was nearly impossible and taking it from a previous time would only be disastrous to our development and anytime in the future and they’ve already introduced the problem gnome. So, today was pretty much the only timeframe for them to work within.

Now, there are 11 separate “races” of Grey, each with their own ideals, morals and ethics and for the most part they all fight amongst each other. Also note that they all don’t look the same. Some have longer necks, some are taller, some are squatter and some have almond shaped eyes that take up almost all the landscape on the face while still others have eyes only slightly larger than our own. A couple of them are roughly our size, perhaps 6 to 9 inches shorter but with only thin arms and legs not fragile looking like so many you see in the media. Sadly, most of them are damn near 180 degrees from what we consider moral and ethical save for 2 races. Unfortunately, one had to return to their home world as they were losing the battle with the Reptoids, (good story for another time). The other continued to aid us against the remaining 9. Of those 9, they are all vying for dominance over us as well as the others.

dul1.jpgIn order for those guys to gain access to us, they brokered deals with our military and government to be allowed to conduct horrific experiments on our people in exchange for technology. As disgusting as it sounds, our people jumped at the chance. The Dulce Facility was then built to accommodate this deal. Further D.U.M.B.S. were constructed and believe it or not, many are under the ocean, like to the tune of anywhere from the bottom of the sea floor at roughly 800 to 1500 feet or more and dug deep into the crust which is easy at that point. Especially since by this time we’ve been in the business of building D.U.M.B.S. for decades and drilling tunnels at depths of over 5 miles in some cases!

That’s about it in a nutshell. The war wages on if you will and next time I think I’ll write about the two protective layers or shells the Earth posses and the fact that not only do the elite know of its existence, they are trying to keep it secret as well. If the truth really came out regarding all of this, people would do some serious waking up and let me tell you, religion would take on all new meanings to a great many while I fear many more would commit suicide and I honestly think that’s originally why all of this was kept secret in the first place.

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To Whom it May Concern

NOTE: This is long. Grab some popcorn and hopefully you enjoy my writing style.


I was born in southern California during the 70's and one of my first recalled memories is that of the Bi-Centennial celebration of America in 1976. Even at that young age I was mesmerized by the fireworks and what I would later recognize as patriotism.

In 1981, shortly after Mount St. Helen blew her top, I found myself a stranger in a strange land. We had picked up and moved north to Oregon, settling on the I-5 corridor in the Willamette Valley but leaving all we knew behind. Later on my parents would say they did it because they knew that California was only going to get worse and Oregon was just far enough to not be too far when it came to family.

Shortly thereafter we were involved in Panama, remember that? My folks watched that intently, following each and every turn of events leading up the inevitable. The one thing I remember from that whole time was this particular moment on television when the news was showing footage of our boys deploying and all I could think of was, 'wow, I know what I'm going to do with my life. I'm going to serve my country!' I recall my mom asking me what I was thinking and I turned to tell her that I was going to join the military. Looking back on that, I now believe that was the moment my mom recognized my mortality for the first time.

A few short years later I joined the Cub Scouts and began my journey toward Webelos and the Arrow of Light. I did allwebelos1.jpg the iconic things one would expect of a cub scout: I built and raced pinewood derby cars, looked at stars through a telescope for countless hours on many a hot summer night and even, yes it's true, I even helped little old ladies across the street. I was your classic American boy.

I played sports during school, soccer being my game of choice and I jumped into Vietnam-era uniforms during the summer yelling "bang-bang" in the fields with my friends. My favorite holiday was hands down the good ol' 4th of July! Every year I looked forward to those amazing aerial displays that not only were guaranteed to satisfy but also because of the expected bar-b-Que and good times that were definitely going down. For weeks before the 4th I'd ride my bike around with a small Ensigns taped to each handlebar and me (of course), racing to the local stand to drop all my allowance on fireworks.

badge_aol.gifAs I grew older, I graduated from the Cub Scouts. With my Arrow of Light firmly sewn onto my new tan uniform I dove head first into the Boy Scouts. My first camp out with the troop was to a high adventure area in the Sisters Wilderness National Forest where we hiked in several miles and then camped out under the open sky with the Middle Sister (Hope) watching over us. It was absolutely amazing and surely something I'll never forget. A few short years later I would return to that mountain and finally conquer her. Taking six hours, seven minutes and twenty four seconds point nineteen, we ascended the mountain and for the first time in my life I had the opportunity to stand firmly on the ground while I watched aircraft fly thousands of feet below me. It was a very humbling experience to look across the vast land in absolutely every direction and truly see the curvature of the Earth.


I returned from that summer camp with girls on my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about them. How they walk, how they talked, how they looked and even how they smelled. Yup, I was that kid on the bus in the back smiling because of that yummy smelling perfume that was so new to me and thus exotic. I had several crushes but of course they all ended and life went on, until High School.

I was a month away from earning my Eagle Scout badge and that's when I saw her. Instantly I was taken back, she was the one, I knew it, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Damn near knocked the wind out of me and I'll swear by that to this day. Her name was Alisa and that was yet one more exotic attraction for me as I'd never heard that kind of name before. I was entranced. She was a member of the dance team, I was a wrestler at that time and we hit it off!

Nasa_Logo18.jpgUp until this point I had had my life totally mapped out. I was going to accept my Eagle Scout, graduate from high school and then enlist into the Air Force. I planned on serving those first 4 years in pretty much any job, I really didn't care as I just needed to be in the military so I could earn that G.I. Bill. After those 4 years I was going to attend college while still serving in the Air National Guard until I graduated and returned as an officer. This time I would become a pilot as my ultimate goal was to accrue 1,500 flight hours and immediately turn around to apply for NASA's pilot program. If I graduated I would then be placed upon the active duty roster of Astronauts tasked with piloting the Shuttle back to Earth as well as possibly becoming a mission commander. I had it all planned I'm telling ya!

But she tossed all that right out the damned window...

I managed to still earn my Eagle Scout, but I surely didn't enlist in the Air Force. She got the idea in my head that they look like bus drivers, you know, what with that crazy hat they wear. I bought it hook, line and sinker. I didn't join the Air Force. Instead I tried college first but everything was wrong. She's pregnant now, a girl. She would of course be my first and her name would be Heather. She would be born in a couple of months and I was making minimum wage as a night-shift dishwasher at Sherie's while we lived in a 16 foot travel trailer in her dad's RV parking next to his house. I was miserable and not doing what I was put on this planet to do. I needed to join the military.


Shortly thereafter I had to attend an assembly of sorts where we all piled into some auditorium and the military recruiters took to the stage. First up, the Air Force. I heckled them the entire time, quietly of course... boy was I the ignorant one. One by one they tried to sell their branch. Each offering up a jab here and there but clearly nothing offensive. Eventually the U.S. Navy recruiter got his moment in the sun. He began with, 'I'm not going to lie to you...' famous last words I thought. But he wasn't joking. He told the truth, or at least what sounded like it, so much so that I decided to meet with him after their pitch and see what I could see.

We talked for a while, I ended up passing up the rest of my classes that day to get as much info as possible. You see, my father and his brothers and their father before them were all Navy men. I couldn't believe that I hadn't considered the Navy before! I was jazzed man! I hoped the bus and headed straight home to tell her my plan.

She wasn't as excited as I was but she did agree to go to MEPS with me to discuss my options with the detailer. Note: A detailer is a job in the military wherein the individual matches you up with a military job or what we called a Navy Rating. I wanted to work on planes, so I brokered a deal as an Aircraft Mechanic Hydraulic or AMH. Interestingly enough I was also classified as a TAR (Training and Administration of Reserves). Essentially we were fully activated reservists *shrug* who would be stationed state-side (guaranteed *wink*) on special bases called JRB's or Join Reserve Base and focus on the training of the reservists who came in on the weekends. It was supposedly THE gravy detail of the Navy. I was shocked but happy just the same. This was going to grant me the ability to not only take care of my budding family but also bring me closer to my goal, whatever it might be at this point as I'd basically given up on the whole astronaut thing.

My daughter was born and I head to boot camp located in Great Lakes IL, roughly forty or so minutes train ride to Chicago. I landed in Chicago Ohare Airport on Feburary 15th, early 90's. After making my way into the terminal I would find out that with the chill factor, it's 70 below outside!

I met a dude, a Korean kid from Macon Ga. His name is Bill and he quickly became my best friend. We ended up being roughly the same height. We were so close that we ended up being next to each other (bunk-wise) as well as being next to each other in every line we formed and by virtue was my chow mate too. We did everything together. Remember Joker and Cowboy? That was Bill and I. This guy was such a riot... Picture this: A round-faced 18 year old Korean kid from the deep south. That's right, he sounded like a redkneck but looked like a dutiful little Korean. It was hilarious! He was totally in the know and we turned it into a gag for the duration of boot camp and I assure you, I'm not racist nor were we being racist. I merely mentioned his race so you could form a perfect mental image of this as we really thought it was funny.

Ahem... Moving on!

In just over two months we graduated. On our final day we marched, performed our color review and quickly headed back to the barracks where we all had our sea bags packed and waiting on perfectly cleaned bunks 45 deep on either side. We nabbed our gear and took off. Some of us hit the airport, others jumped buses and even more took trains. I was the latter but not before hitting up the Mac Shack with my buddy Bill and his family where I was introduced to the concept that McDonalds has vastly different menu items in the east than it does in the west, hrmmmm. It was great and we traded info, hugged and said our goodbyes. Little did I know that I'd never see him again. I've thought about him countless times over the years, but that's a story for another time.

While at boot camp we all had the opportunity to take the SEAL test. I asked, what does that mean, and was quickly informed that any recruit who wanted to take the test would be released to the physical fitness section for the duration of the day. I thought, 'holy crap! a day without that jerkoff screaming at us?! Where do I sign up?' Needless to say my name was the first on the list.


The next day I found myself along with maybe ten to fifteen other guys from my Division (fancy Navy speak for Company), all sitting quietly on the bleachers inside the indoor swimming arena. That's when THEY entered. SEALS, honest to goodness U.S. Navy FREAKING SEALS MAN! These guys were awesome. They defined awesome! From their khaki shorts and yellow or blue t-shirts with blue ballcaps emblazoned with the SEAL Trident and of course, sunglasses resting upon the most epic mustaches imaginable. These dudes where the shit! I felt like I was meeting my favorite actor man, this was the bees knees for sure!

Then, this guy who for lack of a better description looked and even somewhat acted like Jessie Ventura when he was in the Running Man as a hunter. The guy was built like a brick... umm... you get the idea, he was HUGE! He ambles up because simply walking was not possible thanks to the massive tree trunks that doubled as his legs and began with a smile. He gave us the run down, what we could expect and more importantly, what they expected of us.

The day was stupid hard but it was worth it. I learned a bit about myself that day. I learned that if I WANTED something bad enough, I could have it! They asked me if I wanted to attend BUDS in Coronado and after considering it, I smiled and shook my head saying "no thank you Petty Officer." He simply nodded and moved onto the next guy in line. I figured that was the end of that... but it wasn't.

After boot I headed out to my A-School to learn about hydraulic systems and fluid power in general. I loved it, I do have a mechanical mind after all. Two months later I graduated A-School and earned my rating of AMHAA which meant Aircraft Mechanic Hydraulic Airman Apprentice or just E-2 if you want to be a dick about it, heh.

I was ordered to report to NAS JRB NOLA (Naval Air Station Joint Reserve Base New Orleans) to which I naturally did and began my check-in process. After spending my first three months in the fleet doing all the crap jobs the base has to offer, I was finally going to be able to head over to my Division and with any bit of luck start work in my rating.

I ended my check-in at the Division but I had arrived at a time when the Chief was on a phone call so I had to endure many long minutes of uncomfortable silence in the waiting room with the "guys" who instead of asking me questions and introducing themselves, they instead decided to remain absolutely silent and casually look at me from time to time. I later found out they do that to everyone and I got my chance much later to pay it back but for the time being I was probably as uncomfortable as I would ever be my whole life... until that one doctor visit I had to endure since I've been in my thirties... ugggg... I'm happy to announce that everything checked out fine, I'm good to go, thank God!

Moving on...

The Chief ended slammed the phone down and quickly called for me to enter. "Close the door" he mumbled from under his heavy mustache that rested upon a weathered face. He dutifully finished penning whatever it was that held his attention and quickly dropped the pen, throwing his meaty hands behind his head and leaning back with a rather audible groan of disapproval from the chair. After a slow and clearly frustrated exhale, he drew breath and just hit me with it.

"So, you passed the SEAL test in boot camp huh?"

I remember thinking how I absolutely hate how people ask questions to which they clearly know the answer to. "Yes Chief" I sharply replied, my concern rising with every passing moment as I tried like hell to maintain my bearing. He didn't reply, he just looked me up and down and clearly satisfied on some level, he finally leaned forward with yet more disapproval from that poor chair. He rifled through a few papers strewn across his government issued desk and past his government issued lamp to where he had that paper nicely stashed. He rescued it from drowning among the sea of existing papers and placed his glasses on with his other hand.

"It says here that you scored the highest one can score," his dark beady eyes looking back my way from over his metal frames, his graying eyebrows taking on a personality of their own as he awaited a response.

To which I finally replied "that's correct Chief."

After a moment he simply grunted. A few more moments past and he dropped the page, allowing it flutter back toward that mess, folded his hands in his lap and just asked me, "are you going to do it?"

"I hadn't planned on it Chief" I said as professionally as my now drying mouth would allow. Man I tell you, I was getting scared, I didn't want anything to come back to haunt me and I certainly had no plans on becoming a SEAL, at least not until this moment.

"You should do it" he said and with a shrug he added, "would be something to tell the kids and maybe the grandkids about regardless if you graduate or not."

Without actually considering my words, I just spat them out "you think so Chief?"

"Suuuuuure I do son" he replied a smile forming on his tired features. He had me and I knew it and more importantly he knew it. I thought about it for a moment or maybe two but in the end I said "okay, what the hell right? Uhh Chief?"

He smiled and quickly initialed a request chit that he had already filled out for me. It read: I respectfully request permission to attend BUDS. And then I signed it and he took one copy off, handing it me while putting the other two into a basket with other chits awaiting the inner-office mailing of the day so it can head up the chain of command.

In less than a week I had my response. Two days after that I was on a plane for San Diego.

In just over six full months, I was one of 8 to graduate. Despite that incredible accomplishment, I still had a lot more training to complete. Arctic training, POW training, Survival, additional SCUBA, constant firearms and hand to hand combat training including knife fighting. Not to mention jump school, HALO, SAR and so on and so on.

It was November of 1995 and NATO was massing an international force of relief for the poor people of Bosnia who were really being negatively affected by the horrible civil war that was going on at that time. I'm not being sarcastic, those people were in literal Hell and we were going to save them from it. Or so I thought.

Because of the unique situation we found ourselves in, SOG insisted that we be smuggled into the country as air freight, unloaded by lift and finally cracked open after the doors to the hanger were tightly shut. Later I would find out that the reason they deployed us in that way was because the air field was being watched and someone had leaked the data regarding our arrival. The very man we were gunning for was aware.

And now, the reason why I joined this site and why I've taken you down this arduous path to help explain what kind of man I am and hopefully by now you have a pretty good idea.

From the moment we got there things didn't feel right. The very country itself, although beautiful when viewed through rose colored glasses if you will, didn't feel right. My gut was screaming at me and although I tried multiple times to ditch that terrible sensation, I couldn't, no matter what. As time went on, the "bad" feeling didn't just stick around, it grew.

Two nights after arriving, my team (Bravo Team) was holding down our house and I was drawing fire watch. Our handler was there, Jack. He was a good man, really gave a shit about us ya know? I mean really, he came with us! He was the ultimate manager-type-person-guy. While in the field, he never tried to take command, he merely offered advice, if there were any to give. To give you an idea, this guy looked like Mr. Clean with a goatee and had the smile to boot. But if there were ever a guy to have your back in a tight spot, it was Jack.

Anyway, Jack was there, sitting on the wooden-planked floor with his back to the wall, dozing off. I would make my rounds and from time to time go outside to look at the stars. Same stars, different sky and that feeling returned after a short bit of gazing. A shiver ran up and down my spine and it wasn't natural. Goose bumps made their presence known and with a grimace I performed an about face and took a step back toward the house. I looked up and in the dark I saw it for the first time.

I froze, totally unable to move. Here you have a U.S. Navy SEAL, a member of Team II, supposedly the toughest of the tough capable of just about anything, frozen in absolute and unadulterated fear. My mind raced to make sense of it and I found myself in a state of utter disbelief.

All my life I had read about them, saw t.v. shows or movies about them but never, ever, not in a million years would I ever have guessed I'd come so close and as time would tell, this was only the beginning.

It stood three and a half, maybe four feet in height. Lurched, fragile-looking shoulders on an equally fragile looking frame that was quite non-descript. His head, his head on the other hand was HUGE, proportionally speaking. And those eyes, so dark, so large.

After we rotated back to the world we promised each other that we'd each write our reports as we saw the events unfold and go from there. Hopefully we'd never talk about it again, but that was not going to happen.

I came within 20 or so feet of what can only be described as a Gray Alien.

Depending upon how this goes, I may or may not write more. I hope above all else this place will take me seriously enough so that I can feel comfortable sharing my experiences with you and hopefully learning a few things myself. I'm not a stranger to the esoteric, not by a long shot. Something I didn't mention early on (more for the sake of the story than anything), I've been studying spirituality most of my life. I've read countless books, watched a host and then some of documentaries and of course the gratuitous guilty pleasure of wasting a day, night, whatever on youtube being drawn in for just one more vid...

For now you can call me by my hard earned callsign: Ghost. Maybe one day I'll tell you that story. Now that one at least has a happy ending. The one I've begun today does not. Make no mistake, if you allow me to continue, I'll tell you things that will probably blow your minds. I just can't deal with this anymore, it's too much for any one person to keep inside and this is my last hope. I want the dreams and the nightmares to end and I figure that if I share this, they might just leave me alone for the first time in nearly 20 years now.

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