Welcome to my sample readers.

Lateral thinking is intrinsic to the discovery process used throughout the Caesar Rising series of novels.

Part One opens with a radical change of pace with the first lesson of my online lateral thinking lessons. You might consider synchronizing your reading of Roswell’s Final Witness with the lessons contained on my author website. Whilst not a necessary requirement, and the lessons go well beyond the scope of application within these pages, I have never met a single person not richer and truly happier for the understanding of these simple personal development techniques.

The added familiarity of the lateral thinking techniques that you will gain from my online lessons should help you appreciate the simplicity, yet the enormous power of the unique reasoning processes applied.

The lessons are NOT compulsory, but they ARE highly recommended.

Use/copy this link to start lessons:


Enjoy, and thank you for participating,

Michael Muxworthy

Lateral thinking investigations . . . of the third kind





Breaking into your thoughts – A message from the author

This is the first of five lateral thinking “progressions” designed to unlock your thought processes.

Lateral thinking


the solving of problems by an indirect and creative approach,

typically through viewing the problem in a new and unusual light.


Unlearn your “blinkered” thought process:

Use 3 separate lines to join the boxes labeled with letters; a single line for each to join “A” to “A”, “B” to “B” and “C” to “C”. The lines cannot touch or cross each other. They must stay inside the diagram, and cannot touch the sides. They cannot touch or go through other boxes. There’s no trick involved.

Lateral thinking helps solve problems


Do NOT turn the page until you’ve made a decent attempt at this.

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Over a lifetime, your thought process has been conditioned, or “blinkered”. You probably couldn’t solve the puzzle because of two deeply entrenched teachings:

  1. “A” comes before “B” and “C; and
  2. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.

In your mind, you likely drew a straight line between the two “A” boxes. At that point, you thought “it’s impossible”, or “there’s some sort of trick to this”. The solution is simple. Your education and experiences were working against you in determining a solution. In order to solve the problem, try joining the boxes “B” and “C” first. (Try this on others).

The solution to blinkered thinking problem

Throughout these pages, I will creatively approach laterally thinking derived solutions (truths) to the greatest mysteries of all time; freeing you from the constraints of what you automatically accept, and normally assume. Immerse yourself in the story, free your mind, let go of your pre-conceived ideas, and enjoy the ride . . .





Chapter One –

A fateful encounter


A complete stranger has the capacity to

alter the life of another irrevocably.

This domino effect has the capacity to change

the course of an entire world. That is what life is;

a chain reaction of individuals colliding with others

and influencing their lives without realizing it.

 A decision that seems minuscule to you,

may be monumental to the fate of the world.

J.D. Stroube, Caged by Damnation


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Date:               February 22, 2017

Time:              1655 hours

 Location:     Adelaide Domestic Airport

                        South Australia 

                        Pre-Flight Qantas Domestic Flight QF7650

                        Adelaide to Sydney

The Business Class Qantas seating was absent of other notable celebrities this flight. Reflecting on a remarkable, but a mostly disappointing trip to Australia, Julius Ryan found his aisle seat, stowed his carry-on-board luggage, and scanned his fellow travelers for possible interesting flight companions. Julius enjoyed flying Qantas. It’s the world’s “safest” airline, a feature that often attracts the patronage of very important and interesting people.

Unable to sleep on long-haul flights, Julius had chosen to break up the journey to his eventual destination of Chicago with much-needed stopovers in Hawaii and Los Angeles. Departing Adelaide at the local time of 5.05pm, the first leg of his journey was to Sydney which should take an hour and 55 minutes. From there, he had two hours and five minutes to transfer to the Sydney International Airport. The flight from Sydney to Honolulu would take another nine hours and 55 minutes, eventually arriving in Honolulu at 11am local time, assuming that all went to plan.

The truly dedicated entrepreneurial spirit too often has little time or room for love and personal “only” relationships. Success is your love, your lover, your best friend and your life, and you crave it as much as an addict seeking his next fix. Time is always too short to waste on excursions of purely personal desires.

At 44 years of age, Julius was not only single and childless, he realized that there wasn’t a single realistic, romantic prospect currently within his sights. The failure of his Australian “mission” and the recent emptiness of the Christmas festive season had left Julius acutely aware of his relationship status. His palatial split-level Chicago penthouse would be cold and empty upon his return, with not even a pet fish to greet him. He was in no great rush.

In business, Julius easily made friends, more than often great friends. But, in his roles of entrepreneur and lateral thinking protagonist, Julius found that typically, when he moved between business ventures, he also moved between the people that were current in his life. As his business focus would change frequently, so too invariably would the people around him.

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Typical of Julius, once a venture or project was off the ground and running successfully, he’d let go of control in favor of fresh, newly-recruited management talent that he’d always insist on selecting personally. They would usually thrive on taking his visions to ultimate success. Julius would always look in on his business ventures occasionally, but mostly, he liked to inspire confidence by giving an unfettered hand to the people he’d personally chosen for the top jobs.

Julius’s most recent venture launch, a new talent management, and promotion company, had achieved the viral success he’d envisaged from the beginning. Exciting new talent had catapulted to fame through the advent of innovative new media that the “experts” insisted could never work. What next? Seriously, he didn’t have the faintest idea. Something would come along. It always did.

He was exceptionally skilled in the disciplines of mathematics and statistics. Fortunately, at a relatively young age, Julius learned that to work in the fields of your strengths was to also confine your potential to merely being a “cog in the machinery”. The five years he’d spent working for the nation’s treasury, Julius considered a complete waste of his time and his talents.

Only by stepping outside of your comfort zone, and away from the areas you normally excel, can you ever hope to have a truly fresh and original perspective. People would often ask Julius, “What’s the secret of your repeated success?”. The response he willingly and freely offered would seldom be understood or appreciated . . .

“Never be an expert! Never be the best! Never be really good at anything. If you are . . . STOP! You’ll not likely substantially succeed there. Try to be briefed and experienced at as wide a range of experiences and skills as possible. Get sufficient knowledge and experience only up to a point that you are able to recognize talent, then move up, or onto something new.

When you find that special something that you’re incredibly passionate about, leap forward without fear or hesitation. Trust in your own instincts, ignore and defy the experts. Strike boldly with absolute faith. Gather talent and the experts under you, but it’s you who must determine your business strategy and steer your course, not the experts. As soon as you begin to feel that you’re becoming an expert in the field of your passion, it’s time to MOVE ON! Don’t make the mistake of ending up being merely a cog in the machinery of your own creation.”

A self-made billionaire, Julius freely divulged his confidence in the use of lateral thinking for entrepreneurial success. Many listened. Few dared. Even fewer succeeded. That not everybody could successfully implement this radical type of thinking was clear.

This trip to Australia was his first real holiday in years. Julius was one of the world’s foremost “experts” on the subject of UFOs, able to readily recall most of the more

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credible UFO sightings throughout modern history. He’d documented, studied and even predicted the appearance of UFOs. Their appearance wasn’t random he believed. Statistics had revealed to him that certain astrological conditions often, not always, pre-empted sightings.

The circumstances had been ideal for an Australian UFO appearance in a desolate region of central Australia. This was the reason for his journey halfway across the planet; to witness his predicted appearance of a UFO and establish proven links to astrological phenomena. The most important measure of success for this venture was to finally prove beyond doubt, the existence of UFOs.

Even with the strength of his lateral thinking beliefs, Julius couldn’t resist the temptation to use his statistical and UFO expertise in the attempt to solve the riddles that UFOs presented. To prove his earlier point that once you become an expert, you should move on, his mission to Australia concluded with an inconclusive curiosity at best. He was close, but his thinking was still “blinkered” by his extensive knowledge and expertise on the broader UFO subject. In fact, now that he thought about it, the whole exercise had been a complete failure really. It was a rather deflating admission.

Julius was certain of one thing; a logical and credible explanation for the UFO phenomenon was plainly within view. The task at hand was to break the shackles of his expertise and what he already knew. An easier prospect than to have to face his abysmal romantic prospects. Maybe the seat next to him would be the future Mrs. Julius Ryan? There was almost certainly greater probability that the seat was assigned to an alien in disguise he mused.

Domestic business class in Qantas occasionally offers internet access. Julius rescued his laptop and settled in for the initial Sydney leg of his journey. Time to update and respond to the mountain of email and social media contacts needing to be considered. They’d be a welcome distraction from his current mindset.

. . .

‘Excuse me.’

The voice accompanied a kind, weathered face belonging to an elderly, but ruggedly handsome gentleman, not too well you’d assume by his very pale appearance. He gestured towards the seat next to Julius.

‘I have the window seat.’

Julius politely stood up to allow him to take his seat.

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‘My name is Evan,’ said the man extending a strong hand once they’d both been seated.

Evan Armstrong displayed a solid frame. A little taller and broader than Julius, he’d once been an athlete, but with the ravages of time, he now struggled with his size. His heart must also struggle thought Julius as he considered Evan’s appearance more closely.

Evan looked to be well into his eighties, yet still had the charisma and presence to charm the female flight attendants. They fussed over him, assisted him into his seat, and cheerfully stowed his overhead baggage for him.

‘Julius,’ said Julius accepting Evan’s handshake. ‘Pleased to meet you. You’re American.’

More of a statement than a question.

‘Yes. Pleased to meet you too.’

Evan fumbled awkwardly with his seatbelt even though it’d be quite some time before it’d be required.

‘We’ve spoken before Julius, sort of. I emailed you several times some years ago.’

Julius was quite taken aback by the sudden realization that he was at a complete disadvantage. This person knew him.

‘What were the emails about?’ probed Julius cautiously.

‘The last email I sent you had a subject heading “I have known them”. You commented that I created quite a stir amongst your inner sanctum of UFO conspirators,’ said Evan, finally managing to secure his seatbelt. ‘Evan Armstrong.’

A short period of silence as Julius thought back to that exchange. He vaguely recalled the subject and contents but decided he’d politely lie.

‘Yes, yes! I remember well. It’s a real pleasure to meet you in the flesh Evan,’ said Julius with seemingly genuine enthusiasm. ‘I can’t say that I ever turned up anything to support your story or your theories, but they were fascinating. What brings you to this vast land down under?’

‘A visit with family,’ said Evan wistfully. ‘A last visit with family almost certainly. Doctors have advised me not to travel anymore. What do you do? Shut down? Give up? Damn them! Without your family, what do you really have left? Doctors would have me as good as dead if I listened and obeyed.’

Julius’s thoughts drifted to his own family-less state. Parents long dead, no siblings, no children, he was very much alone in this world.

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‘It was a great visit,’ continued Evan after a short pause to reflect. ‘We all had a wonderful time getting reacquainted. Now it’s time to clear up some difficult but necessary tasks that need to be done . . . time to “drain the swamp” so to speak.’

‘Good to hear,’ said Julius unconvincingly. He wondered who would really care when it was his time to pass. Julius wasn’t aware of a single living relative. Rich with lifetime friendships, Julius’s life was void of truly intimate relationships at all levels.

He was lonely of course, something Julius could barely admit even to himself. How is it that someone who’s so successful on a professional level, can at the same time be such an utter failure when it came to intimate interactions with other human beings?

‘Quite a coincidence,’ said Julius, forcing himself away from unpleasant thoughts. ‘You and I running into each other like this halfway across the world I mean. Don’t you think?’

‘Some say there are no such things as coincidences Julius,’ said Evan with a mischievous grin. ‘By chance, I’ve been following you on Facebook. I read your posts about your experiences here. I’d be interested to hear how everything went if you have the time and inclination.’

Julius enthusiastically welcomed the distraction.

‘Not too much to get excited about I’m afraid, but I’d enjoy your perspective on events,’ replied Julius truthfully. Julius found himself warming to the trip and the chance to relate his experiences.

‘I’m off track somewhere,’ continued Julius. ‘I don’t have a clue where to turn to next. If my memory serves me correctly, I recall that you have some rather alternative and creative thinking on the subject of aliens. Maybe you can provide the jolt I need to remove me from my current mindset?’

Curious running into Evan like this. And how did he know who Julius was straight away? Recent photos of the famous business entrepreneur Julius Ryan were rare. He shunned media attention, trying as much as possible to keep his life private from public scrutiny and only reveal that which yielded a return in some tangible way. When he was brought to the attention of the paparazzi media, typically, Julius would heavily disguise his appearance. Cap, dark glasses and very unshaven was the image that usually came to mind for anyone who didn’t know him personally.

‘How’d you recognize who I was so quickly?’ asked the now clean-shaven Julius.

‘I once attended a highly-spirited lecture you gave at the Chicago School of Economics,’ replied Evan. ‘I, like you, have long been a huge fan of laissez-faire economics and the

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philosophies of Adam Smith. We’ve very similar beliefs and interests in that field. I recognized you immediately, even with a little grey added to your profile since then.’

That lecture had been almost 12 years ago. Julius’s appearance had changed considerably since that time. He’d put on more than a few pounds, had laser eye surgery to remove his need for glasses, and his short back and sides hairstyle was in stark contrast to the ponytail he displayed back then.

Silent alarm bells triggered somewhere deep in Julius’s subconscious. Something wasn’t right. There were several seats still vacant in Business; should he request a change of seat?

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of . . .’  Qantas domestic flight QF7650 was ready to depart for Sydney.

Too late! Julius decided he could always change seats during the flight if he felt the need.







Chapter Two –

Unravelling the UFO mystery

“It’s hard to believe in coincidence,

but it’s even harder to believe in anything else.”


John Green, Will Grayson and Will Grayson






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Date:                           February 22, 2017

Time:                          1710 hours

Location:                    In-flight Adelaide to Sydney Qantas Domestic Flight QF7650

Flight Duration:       One hour and 55 minutes

A paranoid person might suspect the encounter with Evan to be anything but a coincidence. Was it possible to arrange the seating that way? There would be a follow-up inquiry with the airline for certain.

Julius opened his laptop, tapped into the internet as soon as it became available, and began trolling through the huge array of communication awaiting him. More than 120 messages competed for attention on Facebook alone. Social media can wait. Ever since Donald Trump ascended to the presidency, Julius found himself having less and less respect and desire for the use of social media. He’d be returning to a very different America.

All of Julius’s various email accounts, except for one, were forwarded to a single account. Six hundred and seven messages awaited his attention. Had he really been away that long? They can be put off until later. The communication he’d most longed for would be in an email account used exclusively for communication with his personal assistant Mel. It was the “return to business” briefing from Mel that would take priority. Julius held no doubt that in his absence, Mel had vigilantly maintained the blood flow of his enterprises, and she was more than capable of troubleshooting any problems. But more than that, Mel had a keen sense of identifying opportunity. That’s where the “return to business” brief from Mel would focus.

Melanie (Mel) Stuart would happily tell anybody who’d listen that she was the hardest working, most efficient, most patient, most underpaid, yet most dedicated personal assistant in the whole world. Julius agreed absolutely. Mel was the sort of person that excelled at anything her heart was in. More than just intelligent, she was insightful, resourceful, a great ambassador and people person. She could’ve made C.E.O. of almost any of the companies he presided over, but long ago Julius realized that she was much more valuable to him in her current role; and so too did Mel. Together, they made an awesome team.

Mel loved her job of nine years. In particular, she’d thrive on the enormous and diverse challenges thrown at her by her ever-expectant employer. Nothing was out of bounds in their relationship, Julius knew that. However, long ago, he’d decided not to throw this highly-valued relationship away frivolously. Mel had evolved to become his right hand,

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his strength, and his keeper. She scrutinized everything, tirelessly identified opportunities and risks, inspired success throughout the empire, and she’d saved his bacon too many times to remember. In Julius’s absence, she was confidently and justifiably entrusted with full capacity to act on his behalf.

Once, and only once, there’d been a “moment”. Working late whilst based in Jakarta one evening, it had been decided that to break open a bottle of scotch would not be inappropriate to their circumstances. Was it scotch? The kiss! That was long ago, and forgotten . . . almost.

What is the time in Chicago? It doesn’t matter. Even before he read her emails, Julius thought he might first try to minimize the advantage Evan had over him.

From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 17:14

Subject:          I might have a stalker on my hands

Mel, are you about?

If it’s not an inconvenient time, can you please dig up any previous email correspondence (about 2 or 3 years ago I think) and any background you can find on Evan Armstrong, American, about 85 years old, sitting in flight next to me now. Interests are UFOs, alien conspiracies, laissez-faire economics. Family in Australia. Served in the Air Force from memory. I believe he mentioned it in one of his emails.

“I have known them” was his last email subject.

Urgent. Everything you can please. Thank you.


From:             Melanie Stuart

To:                  Julius Ryan

Date:               Feb 22 2017 17:21

Subject:          I might have a stalker on my hands

Welcome back, Caesar. Why has your phone been off? You made your flight obviously. Did you catch your alien??

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Evan Richard Armstrong. 86 years of age. Born Roswell N.M. March 3, 1930. Served in the Air Force 1947 to 1964. Military test pilot 1951 to 1963 except for time spent in service in Korea 1952. Highly decorated. All previous correspondence attached (7 received, 3 sent). Give me an hour and I’ll send a more comprehensive brief.

Please approve the schedule I’ve tentatively booked for your return? IMPORTANT!!

Please read the attached “Resignation” document.



Julius didn’t even look at the schedule, Mel was always on top of things and knew best. Yet another resignation to deal with. That could wait.

From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:35

Subject:          I might have a stalker on my hands

No aliens in my net, but I have a great story to tell about the one that got away.

Yes, schedule approved. Thank You.


 ‘Scotch on the rocks please,’ said Evan to the attentive and very attractive flight attendant who was still clearly charmed from her earlier encounter with him.

‘Make that two please,’ said Julius feeling slightly ignored. It was scotch. And on the rocks. He remembered now. It was a bittersweet memory.

‘Your menus for this flight gentlemen,’ offered the flight attendant. ‘I’ll be back shortly to take your orders.

’‘Are you heading back to the states?’ asked Evan, ‘Or are you expecting UFOs in Sydney?’

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‘I’m heading for three well deserved nights at Waikiki. I’ve been roughing it in the Australian outback pretty much alone for eight days, no phone and no internet. I’m taking a little time to relax and recuperate, and maybe catch up on some correspondence and the election news.’

‘Ah,’ exclaimed Evan. ‘We might yet be stuck together on the same flight to Honolulu then. I’ll be continuing to Florida after a two-night stopover in Honolulu. Personal business.’

‘I call Chicago home,’ said Julius. ‘I don’t enjoy long flights, so any excuse to take a break is a good one these days.’

‘So, Julius, I’m all ears. Please tell me about your experiences in Australia,’ probed Evan. ‘Did you find what you were looking for? I thought I read on your Facebook post that you found your UFO?’

‘Yes, I didn’t uncover what I had hoped to, but I did at least manage to see a UFO. I’d never seen one before. It was exciting to finally witness a sighting first hand,’ said Julius without revealing his concern that Evan was watching his Facebook posts that close. That post had been made a mere fifteen minutes before boarding.

‘That’s incredible! But, exactly what were you looking for then if it wasn’t a UFO?’ asked Evan, genuinely perplexed with Julius’s response.

‘Proof!’ replied Julius. ‘Proof to the world that they, UFOs, exist. Proof that they come from other worlds.’

‘Hmmm. I have to admit, even after hearing it from you first hand, I have doubts that what you saw was really a UFO,’ said Evan.

‘Why do you say that?’ asked Julius with more than just a hint of indignation in his tone.

‘Well, you predicted this sighting I read on your Facebook post. Is that correct?’

‘Yes, although, my predictions were quite a bit off to tell the truth,’ Julius confessed. ‘I ended up having to stay a couple of extra days before the UFO belatedly made an appearance.’

‘The stroganoff sounds good, no wine please, but you’ll win favor with me if the scotch is replaced regularly,’ said Evan to the flight attendant.

‘That sounds fine,’ said Julius still feeling slightly ignored. ‘I’ll have the same.’

‘Sightings originally seemed impossibly random,’ continued Julius. ‘For years, I searched for a common thread that might link the appearances. More frequent credible sightings occur in the less populated southern hemisphere. The sightings in Australia are more often from reliable witnesses such as airline pilots and military, which attracts me because I can be more confident in the analysis of the data.

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‘Credible sightings in South Australia are quite rare and seem to only occur when the Earth is in certain positions in relation to our Sun and the other planets in our solar system.

‘Last week, after years of waiting for the ideal circumstances, I finally tested my theories by attending the predicted time and place of an appearance in a very isolated location about a three-hour drive northwest of Broken Hill, which is about 300 miles northeast of Adelaide, and I must tell you, the isolation I found myself in was truly an amazing experience.’

‘Nobody else saw this UFO?’ offered Evan reinforcing his skepticism.

‘No, I didn’t see evidence of human existence, except for an occasional passing high altitude jet or satellite, for four whole days at one point! There were no roads where I needed to be, just endless miles of flat, tree-less plains as far as the eye could see in every direction.’

‘Please don’t take offense at my observation here, but what you describe sounds more like a natural event,’ said Evan. ‘A “St. Elmo’s Fire” type event rather than aliens traversing the galaxy to spy on us.’

Julius considered Evan’s comment as their meals and drinks were placed in front of them. It was an astute observation Julius had to admit.

Evan continued. ‘It seems logical to me that your research will point to these events as being a purely natural event. One that we haven’t figured out yet. That’s my initial take on what you’ve told me so far. Why would alien visitations be influenced by astronomical alignments?’

‘Actually, that’s a very clever and logical deduction from the information I’ve given you Evan. Can you now see my disappointment with this whole exercise?’ asked Julius despondently.

‘So, you agree with my deduction then?’

‘Any impartial party listening to our conversation would agree with you and consider it to be obviously a naturally occurring event I’m sure,’ admitted Julius.

‘But I can see, you’re not convinced,’ said Evan. ‘What haven’t you told me?’

‘Let me show you instead.’

With that, Julius opened the South Australian images files on his laptop. Scrolling through, he came to some grainy, very out of focus images of what looked to be “classic” UFO captures.

‘These are yours?’ asked Evan thinking Julius may have opened the wrong file. ‘I can’t help but think that I’ve seen these before.’

Julius understood what Evan meant. They looked exactly like most of the images of UFOs floating around the internet. They’re always grainy and out of focus, just as you’d expect

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from someone trying to perpetrate a fraud. Julius continued unabated, he was trying to mask his own considerable disappointment.

‘When the UFO eventually appeared, I could see it quite clearly. Even though it was daytime, I could see that there was light emanating from the underneath, and I saw markings evident of design around the outside rim. It moved with purpose, moved around clouds, moved towards landmarks and features just as you might expect of a curious observer. There was nobody else around for hundreds of miles. It was the sort of place you wouldn’t expect to run into anyone ever.

‘I quickly started my recording and sensory equipment, which was supposed to have started automatically as soon as anything at all was about. Nothing worked as it was meant to. Nothing! Every possible detection device I could think of was trained right at that damned UFO, but it was as if it wasn’t there. For all my preparation and planning I got nothing. These poor-quality images are the result of my last attempt to capture something using my iPhone. I can’t understand how they’re so out of focus. It’s the only device that recorded anything at all . . . the only evidence of what I witnessed.’

‘How close did you get?’

‘You know, I can’t really be sure, it was difficult to judge. At the closest point, and by close, I mean I thought it was only fifty or a hundred yards away, it seemed to me that it spotted me. It then took off at such an incredible speed it was gone in under a second. That was the last I saw of it. The whole experience only took a minute or less.’

‘Fifty yards, that’s awfully close. A spaceship traveling light years to reach us would have considerable size I’d imagine. How big was this thing?’

Julius pondered the question for a moment before replying.

‘I honestly don’t have a clue, Evan. It seemed to grow, then shrink, or was it just moving closer and then moving away? The closest point was when it appeared to be at its smallest. No bigger than an average size house. At another point, I assessed it to be nearly as big as a baseball field. It was weird.’

‘Sounds like you might’ve had some trouble focusing on it yourself. You think that it saw you observing it and just took off?’ pursued Evan.

‘It sure seemed like it. When the disc was almost fully facing towards me and at its closest, it stopped momentarily as if it’d only just realized I was there, as if to briefly observe my exact position. Then it just took off at incredible speed as if it didn’t want to be observed. The rate of acceleration was so fast, I imagined the occupants inside being plastered over the walls like lumpy ketchup.’

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‘And yet, your sensory equipment picked up nothing at all,’ said Evan. ‘Very curious. What sort of sensory equipment are we talking about?’

‘A magnetometer, designed to pick up magnetic field anomalies, special movement and light sensor cameras, mobile radar, a radiation detection system, electrical anomaly detection. All were set at extreme sensitivity. All were in operation and should have detected the UFO’s presence automatically. All failed to detect anything,’ said Julius dejectedly. ‘One morning I woke up and made myself a coffee and there it was in plain view.’

‘Did it make any sound?’

‘Not that I heard. Sound recording equipment, of course, picked up absolutely nothing,’ said Julius despondently. ‘The speed it left at should’ve generated a sonic boom, but I’m certain there wasn’t one.’

The grainy images displayed on Julius’s phone and laptop were evidence that he’d witnessed something. The images did indeed bare the characteristic ingredients of a UFO image . . . grainy, streaked and just out of focus.

Why are all UFO images like that? thought Julius. When I know the answer to that, I’ll be well along the path to finally working out what these UFOs really are.

‘Maybe you should believe your sensory equipment,’ said Evan breaking the silence. ‘There was nothing physically there perhaps?’

‘But I saw what I saw. Something was there,’ insisted Julius.

‘Consider this,’ said Evan determined to break Julius’s mindset. ‘Spaceships might take many thousands of years or more to get here from other worlds. Yet we purportedly witness so many UFOs and they stay for only very short periods of time. You’d think at least some of them would stop and say “hi” or invade us or something.’

‘Are you suggesting they aren’t manned?’ asked Julius.

‘Not at all. I’m suggesting they’re not spacecraft! Maybe they’re observing us from afar, and for some reason, they can’t communicate with us?’

‘I’ve considered that the UFOs might all be unmanned . . . fully automated,’ said Julius not able to break his mindset and consider what Evan had actually suggested. ‘But they at least have their tools of observation physically here. The UFOs I mean. They’re still spacecraft of some sort.’

‘Not according to your sensory equipment,’ countered Evan. He understood Julius was having difficulty letting go of his “expert” preconceived ideas. He was patient. ‘According to your sensory equipment, there wasn’t a UFO there at all. No UFO, and no spacecraft.’

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‘That’s true, but I don’t think I understand where you’re leading with this,’ said Julius, the point of difference finally registering.

‘I’m not completely sure either, but follow me anyway. It’s unlikely that they’d travel so far and stay for only a short time, whether they’re manned or not,’ offered Evan. ‘But evidence suggests that’s exactly what they do.’

‘Agreed,’ said Julius after consideration.

‘However, it seems logical to conclude that the UFOs we see are most likely the tools of their observation only, and that they observe us from afar.’


‘It might take thousands of years for the information gathered by the UFOs to reach the beings that sent them here,’ said Evan. ‘And it may take many hundreds of thousands of years for any spacecraft to make the journey here.’

‘Once again Evan, agreed,’ said Julius curious as to where Evan was leading with this.

‘But you said that it was as if they spotted you and then almost immediately took off? If they’re possibly many light years away, how could this reaction time be possible?’

Julius took a moment to consider this dilemma. ‘The unmanned UFOs have been programmed to stay out of sight perhaps . . . The only other explanation I can imagine is that they’ve found a way to observe us in “real time”. They sit at their desks on their homeworld and study us “live”, as we would study an ant farm. They see the action as it happens, without the need for light to travel enormous distances . . .’

Julius realized that the shackles of his expertise had just been broken.

‘Nothing can travel faster than the speed of light though,’ Evan stated categorically.

A small pause while Julius quickly thinks through what he’s just realized. Evan’s glass is empty. He decides in favor of ordering another and not waiting for Julius.

‘Maybe, it wouldn’t have to!’ Julius finally offers. ‘Oh, my God of course. They wouldn’t be interested in outdated observations, they’d want to observe us “live” . . . and from the comfort of their living rooms.’

‘Or their nests,’ quipped Evan. ‘But how’s something like that possible unless they live very close, like on the dark side of the Moon or something?’

Julius didn’t even hear Evan’s words, he was so deep in thought. He emerges with a rush of enthusiasm.

‘Imagine a two-dimensional universe. Two points, “A” and “B”, are hundreds of light years apart. If we take their two-dimensional existence and fold it, so that in effect point “A” is directly on top of point “B”, they could then communicate instantly. It’d seem

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impossible in a two-dimensional existence because they’re still light years apart, but we who master a three-dimensional existence think the solution to be obvious.’

‘I think I follow you,’ said Evan.

‘We live in a universe with multiple dimensions, more than we’re currently aware of is the latest thinking out there with string theory. What if they’ve somehow managed to “fold” space and/or time; that they are actually viewing us “live”, but through another dimension?’ Julius ventured with real excitement in his tone.

‘There’s a theory that the “Big Bang” was caused when the gravitational dimension somehow touched the electromagnetic dimension, causing it to move perpendicular to the other dimensions. As it did so, the amount of gravity interactive with our dimensional existence became minimal; a minuscule fraction of what was needed to contain all matter in the universe to the tiny size of a pinhead. Without the strong gravitational influence, matter expanded rapidly, resulting in the Big Bang. Could they be looking through this perpendicular gravitational dimension?’ asked Julius in part rhetorically.

‘If the possibility exists, they’d be exploiting it I imagine,’ said Evan. ‘But gravity being a dimension, I don’t think it’s quite scientific fact yet.’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ said Julius excitedly. ‘I’m sure that they’ve found some way to view us “live” when there are favorable gravitational influences in our solar system, or it might be as simple as them only needing a clear line of sight between our world and theirs.’

‘So, what you’re saying is that in fact, your sensory equipment was giving you correct readings. There was nothing “physically” there. Your UFOs, rather than being spacecraft, are likely to be futuristic telescopes located on distant worlds, and all you saw was a visual coming through to you via another dimension. Am I then correct in saying that there was nothing “physically” there?’

‘Yes. Ummm, I think so I mean. Now we’re moving a little out of my depth,’ said Julius.

‘Your UFO. Did it resemble a lens?’ asked Evan.

‘When it was fully facing me, almost exactly,’ said Julius grinning.

‘Different species from different worlds observing us would need different lenses I imagine. Some would need different light spectrums or frequencies, hence the strange lights seen on some UFOs. Some would prefer night to day. Some may use echo, or even sonar to scan our oceans. Could this be why we have so many different types of UFOs? Are we being watched by numerous advanced civilizations?’ asked Evan.

‘I’m wondering, have we just somehow managed to come up with a theory that fully explains the UFO phenomenon? What’s missing in our theory?’

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Evan was considering his response when Julius threw him another insight into his UFO encounter that now held significance.

‘Evan, have you ever been in a large lecture theater, and the person speaking stands at the back of the room with a laser pointer?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘The UFO, the “jerking” and the irregular way it moved, it moved just like the laser light point you see on the screen. When the lecturer moves the light away, the point races off suddenly at incredible speed. It’s not because the lecturer has super-human powers, it’s because he’s so far away, that even a small movement can appear to be quite substantial.’

‘So, what you’re saying,’ said Evan. ‘Is that the alien tool of observation on the other world was moved only slightly, but here on Earth it seemed to move at an incredible speed?’

‘Exactly! Which also explains the lack of a sonic boom.’

‘Maybe communicating with these alien civilizations is as simple as mastering the use of the gravitational dimension?’ ventured Evan.

‘I think we have a fascinating new theory at the very least,’ responded Julius.

‘No wonder your iPhone couldn’t focus properly,’ said Evan

‘It’s an interesting and credible theory, Evan. I’m certainly excited about it and I’ll have to consider it further that’s for sure.’

‘You mentioned before that there were more often credible sightings in the southern hemisphere. Why would that be?’ asked Evan in part rhetorically.

Silence as they pondered the question.

‘It could be because the southern hemisphere faces the center and older parts of our galaxy and universe. That’d be where I suspect most advanced civilizations would be . . . the much older parts of our galaxy that developed millions of years before our solar system even existed,’ suggested Julius.

Fresh scotches arrived.

‘Several years ago, I spoke to a witness who said that a UFO actually landed right in front of him without realizing he was there,’ said Julius. ‘When I pressed him further, he corrected what he had said, and told me that it “almost landed” instead. He said it hovered several inches off the ground.’

‘So what’s your point?’

‘Well, I was just thinking that if it was, in fact, a lens rather than a spacecraft, it was probably trying to get a very close look at the makeup of our surface. It explains so-called UFO “landings”.’

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‘Is it possible that the gravitational fields of our Sun and the other planets simply disrupt their viewing, which is why you’ve found the statistical relevance that you claim?’ asked Evan eventually.

No response from Julius at first. He then says slowly and deliberately, ‘It is exactly the correlation of the gravitational influences of the Sun, planets, and Moon that I’ve been using to predict the appearance of the UFOs.’

‘Why is it, do you think, that if they master this gravitational dimension, they don’t use it to contact us? They seem to understand that we can “see” their tools of observation, yet they don’t attempt to use those tools to open communications,’ said Evan.

‘That’s true,’ said Julius. ‘It’d be a very simple matter to establish communication if our theory was correct. The fact that they don’t, or can’t, contact us puts our theory in doubt.’

‘Maybe,’ said Evan. ‘Another possible explanation is that there could be some sort of galactic strategy of “no contact”, or even “no interference”, with developing worlds that’s been agreed upon by advanced alien civilizations? A bit like the Star Trek series even? A single policy that explains the behavior of all UFOs and why they try to remain hidden from us and never attempt contact?’

‘Ha, ha, now you’re stretching your imagination just a bit too far even for me Evan,’ said Julius.

‘Have you forgotten the contents of my previous communications Julius? That’s exactly what I claimed back then about all alien contact. There’s a critical point that mankind must reach before we’re contacted by the inter-galactic community.’

Julius began to recall the contentious contents of his communications from Evan all too clearly. At the time, he now remembered, he’d dismissed Evan as a bit of a nut. He may not have even bothered to read the last one or two of Evan’s emails, he’d considered them that far-fetched.

‘What critical point Evan? I remember now, you believe that mankind must face a trial of some type, and only if we survive this trial will we then be contacted by other worlds. Am I right?’

‘That’s not exactly what I said, but you’re in the ballpark that’s for sure.’

‘Our correspondence from back then is right here,’ Julius began opening the forwarded emails sent by Mel originally from Evan. ‘I asked you how you came to such a conclusion, and you sent me back the email with the subject “I have known them”.’

‘I did.’

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‘I have to admit,’ confessed Julius now wishing he was sitting anywhere BUT next to Evan Armstrong. ‘I assumed you to be a little bit off balance after that last message. I don’t think I even read the contents.’

Evan didn’t answer immediately. He struggled to bring his rage under control.

‘I’m not crazy Julius. By now, I assume you’ve taken the opportunity to have a peek at my credentials. I saw my name appear on your laptop before.’

‘You had me at a disadvantage. I simply . . . ’

Evan was highly agitated. He cut Julius off.

‘I am a highly qualified and decorated U.S. fighter pilot. I’ve never made my alien views public. I honestly believe we’re about to face an apocalyptic future, and of our own making. I do not believe we’ll survive. Can you now better recall the context of our previous correspondence?’

‘Yes, I remember now, but I never received any satisfactory explanation for the origin of your . . . your prophecy,’ replied Julius awkwardly.

‘Yes, you did. As I told you, “I have known them”.’

‘I thought that to be a little bit cryptic a response to such a crucial question,’ said Julius. ‘It was at that point, I think, that I decided not to pursue further correspondence from you.’

‘It wasn’t meant to be cryptic,’ said Evan rather gruffly. ‘It was the first and only time I’ve ever admitted to anyone that I’ve had alien contact. I was rather upset that you didn’t respond at the time . . . but now that I think about it, your reaction is quite understandable and I should’ve expected it. It’s quite an outrageous claim I do realize.’

‘So, you’re not saying . . .’ Julius sounded more than just a little cynical now, and he was clearly disappointed with the conversation’s direction.

Evan sat up straight and turned to Julius with a fierce and determined look in his eyes. Clearly, he didn’t appreciate his credibility being questioned.

It was a difficult moment. Julius decided to allow Evan some slack so he could say whatever it was that he wanted to say, even if he didn’t really want to hear it. Evan took close to a full minute before speaking his next words very carefully. He’d actually rehearsed these words to himself many times in anticipation of this exact moment.

‘I am burdened with a terrible secret Julius. It’s a secret that I’ve promised to take to the grave. But, as my time comes close, I fear that I’m making a terrible mistake by doing so. Our entire civilization is at stake Julius. The end of all life on Earth. I believe that I’m the last surviving human to have ever had actual contact with aliens and I’m not sure that the knowledge I’ve gained should die with me.’

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No such thing as coincidence, thought Julius.











Chapter Three –

First contact


We only regret the chances we didn’t take,

the relationships we were afraid to have,

and the decisions we waited too long to make.”


Lewis Carol




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Date:               Saturday, July 5, 1947

Time:              1725 hours

Location:        Roswell

New Mexico, USA

For motives that seem impossible to fathom, somebody over at the Intelligence office at Roswell Army Airfield purportedly confirmed that the contentious phoned in reports made to the radio station claiming alien wreckage had been discovered at the Sanchos Ranch, were true. It was now all over the local airways and likely spreading like wildfire across the state. A storm of interest resulted.

The normally sleepy Sheriff’s office was swamped with calls. It wouldn’t be long before the Santa Fe and Albuquerque media, the curious and the downright crazy made their way to Roswell. As soon as he fully realized the chaos that was unfolding, Sheriff Wilson, less than politely, informed Intel of the consequences of the media storm. Sheriff Wilson made it abundantly clear that he didn’t have the time, or the manpower, to police and contain the crash site against an army of curious. The Intelligence office would have to supply their own people to guard the site. And very soon!

. . .

 Seventeen-year-old Air Force Cadet Evan Armstrong was stationed at Roswell Army Airfield with the 509th Bombardment Group Very Heavy. On leave for the holiday weekend, he was staying with his folks north of town when he got an urgent call late in the afternoon. His family home was near the crash site.

The caller was the 509th Commanding Officer, Colonel Sam Curtis. He informed Evan of the crash site. Intelligence personnel had arrived at the Sanchos property and were attempting to secure the site, but they were short-handed. They were attempting to contact and bring in military personnel currently on leave for the holiday weekend, but that could take some time.

‘Can you please report to the officer in charge at the Sanchos Ranch as soon as possible and offer your assistance?’

‘I know exactly where the Sanchos ranch is,’ said Evan keen to impress his Commanding Officer. ‘Right on it sir.’

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Evan was to report, in uniform, to a Major Baker in as short a time as possible. As the matter was the responsibility of Intel he could speak to no one about this unless advised otherwise.

Evan relished the opportunity to take his newly acquired 1938 Ford V-8 Tudor for a run. It was fortunate for Evan that his uncle on his mother’s side thought so highly of him. Car manufacturing had been halted during the war years making cars very expensive; even older models fetched a high price. The cost of purchasing such a “hot rod” wouldn’t normally be affordable on a cadet’s meager income.

The rumble of the V-8 Tudor rolling to a stop outside the Sanchos home was a familiar and welcome sound to the residents. Con Sanchos walked out onto the front porch smiling and waved to Evan. Standing next to him was a face that he recognized, but had never been introduced to. Major Roger Baker walked over to Evan’s car to greet him. Seeing Major Baker approaching, Evan jumped out of his car, stood to attention and saluted.

‘Cadet Armstrong reporting for duty sir,’ said Evan looking smart in his freshly pressed uniform his Mum had quickly whisked into shape.

Parked well out of sight from the road was an army transport truck. Major Baker explained that he’d come with several other personnel in the truck. The others had gone to the crash site to assess and contain the site. He was expecting more personnel in the next couple of hours with luck and would be remaining at the Sanchos home to coordinate all military activities. Sheriff Wilson had promised a roadblock to the south within the next hour. As Evan had his own vehicle, Major Baker assigned him the duty of patrolling the road.

‘Nobody’s permitted to stop along this road for at least five miles in either direction,’ instructed Major Baker. ‘Your patrol Armstrong is the five-mile section of road to the north of this point. Find a vantage point and keep your eyes open. Immediately approach any vehicle that stops and ask them to move on. Are you gassed up and ready to go?’

‘Yes sir,’ said Cadet Armstrong standing at attention and saluting the officer having been given an order.

‘It will be dark soon and it’ll be a long night,’ continued Major Baker. ‘Roadblocks will soon be employed all around us. Until then, we have to assume that a few curious tourists will try to slip through the gaps.’

Major Baker walked Armstrong back over to his car. ‘Somebody will drive over to check on you every couple of hours. Nobody stops. Nobody gets out of their vehicles. Nobody enters the Sanchos property. Nobody. Off you go. With luck, you’ll be relieved in the morning.’

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With that, young Evan Armstrong was off. He hadn’t heard a thing about “alien spacecraft” and until now, had assumed that some sort of top-secret experimental aircraft had crashed yet again. Leaving the Sanchos Ranch, Evan tuned into the local Roswell radio station.

‘. . . aliens. We’re joined now by Stephen Cradshaw, who says he witnessed seven silver alien flying discs spying on the B-29 Superfortresses stationed at Roswell Army Airfield Base. Hello Stephen . . .’

Evan found an excellent vantage point on the road a couple of miles north. He could see for miles. He parked his hot rod prominently on the side of the road, turned up his radio and listened intently for hours to interviews and conjecture. It sounded like an all-out alien invasion.

The roadblocks must be in place, thought Evan after a while. Either that or people are too scared to leave their homes.  Not a single vehicle had passed, nor a sign of life was evident.

Around 9pm, about three hours after leaving the Sanchos Ranch, a dusty old American Austin pick-up truck that Evan knew well came down the road from the direction of the ranch. It puttered to a lazy stop next to Evan’s car. Evan’s best friend in the world, Terry Sanchos, got out of the pick-up. The eldest Sanchos offspring, a tall and wiry Terry was carrying a much-appreciated flask of hot coffee and a roast beef sandwich.

‘Terry, am I glad to see you. I still have this massive hangover from last night. Have you heard the stuff they are saying on the radio man? Is it true what they’re saying?’

‘I dunno Evan. Pa found the crash site and reported it to the Sheriff yesterday afternoon. Just driving out here gives me the creeps. Brought you some food and coffee. Pa says to leave everything to you folks or we’ll end up bein’ medical experiments or somethin’. A crew turned up about an hour ago; they’re collecting all the debris they can find. Trouble is that it’s spread all over the place, so it’ll take a bit of time I reckon. Anything been happenin’ here?’

‘Nah, really dead. Only the radio for company but they haven’t played any tunes for hours. Just endless speculation on what crashed.’

Terry started walking to his car, he didn’t want to stay around it seemed. ‘It ain’t of this world Evan. I can feel it. So can Pa. And the dogs too, never seen ‘em so spooked. They callin’ to us Evan, but we ain’t listening. I gotta go ok? Will you be ‘right?’

‘Yeah sure. I could use a blanket if you have one?’

‘Sorry,’ said Terry. ‘Somebody will be back out soon. I’ll get ‘em to bring you somethin’ warm.’

‘Thanks a lot,’ Evan said to himself as Terry drove off. ‘As if I wasn’t spooked enough by the radio, you have to come all the way out here and tell me that shit. Jesus!’

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It was a beautiful clear night, not a single cloud in the sky. The stars were shining brilliantly. Evan Armstrong lay on the bonnet of his car with his back to the windscreen to take in the view of the heavens and search the skies for alien spacecraft. The radio continued with non-stop talk about aliens. They’d been spotted in town now, abducting some lady’s dog. They ran off though, after she went inside and re-emerged with her broom.

Evan was completely exhausted. The previous night had been one of wild celebration and heavy drinking, followed by an early breakfast from scathing and unsympathetic parents. Tiredness soon overcame him. He’d dream of the heavens, and of aliens and flying silver discs.

. . .

Do not be afraid, we will not harm you.

Evan jolted from his restless sleep. ‘Who’s there?’ His pounding heart was racing at a million miles an hour.


Standing beside his car, Evan leaned in the open driver’s window and turned off the radio. Scanning the horizon, there was no sign of life. He looked back towards the Sanchos Ranch. Had somebody snuck past while he slept?


It was just a dream. Evan looked at his watch; it was 2.35 in the morning. What happened to his blanket? It was cold for a mid-summer night, freezing cold. He took a quick look around to confirm all was quiet and then take a leak in the bushes.

‘Do not be afraid. We are in need of your help if you can please make your way over to us.’

‘Who’s there?!?!’ Evan yelled, now profoundly terrified. ‘Show yourself now!!!’

Evan fumbled about the car desperately searching for a torch or spotlight of any description. None was forthcoming.

‘What’s going on here?’ said Evan out loud. ‘Am I going crazy?’

‘You are not crazy. You are hearing my call for help. We are in a small gully to your west, about a half mile from where you stand now. Please hurry, my companion is in considerable distress.’

‘I need to report this,’ said Evan to himself, shaking his head to be sure he wasn’t dreaming and had actually woken.

‘There is no time to waste. We need your help right now. Please hurry.’

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Evan sensed pain, despair, fear, and frustration. Someone . . . or something, really did need his help. Somehow, he understood that he must help. Even though he was fearful of this unknown contact, he found courage and made his way with haste to the source of the voice. Not a voice he wondered, something else.

Despite having to negotiate the difficult terrain in darkness without any source of artificial light, Evan easily traversed the ragged countryside. It was as if he knew instinctively the optimum path to take, and somehow, he even knew exactly where a startled rattlesnake lay in his path. He didn’t question why he was making this journey, or even stop to think about the dangers he might face. Evan’s sole focus was on getting to the voice in need as quickly as he could.

Arriving at the gully about 15 minutes later, the first thing Evan noticed was the hull of what appeared to be a large spacecraft. There was wreckage strewn all about. A great tangle of twisted silver metal lay at the bottom of the gulley. There would be the source of the voice.

‘Please hurry.’

The spacecraft had impacted a small rise, plowing through it, then eventually coming to rest against the right-hand side of the gully he was now entering. A fire had burned; there was scorched earth and several logs remained smoldering. He could see that the front of the spacecraft was badly damaged. There was an alien body lying out in the open. It was clearly dead. He’d known that even before he arrived somehow.

Great sadness, great sacrifice.’

Making his way to the bottom of the gully, Evan could immediately see the problem. Some of the spacecraft’s frame lay across the chest of one of the two surviving aliens. There was dry blood from a wound where the wreckage still rested. The other alien lay at the wounded alien’s side. They were embraced; comforting each other more accurately.

The spacecraft materials were amazingly light. Evan easily lifted the large pile of twisted frame off the injured alien, pulled it free and found some material to compress the wound which had now started to bleed. Then he used some foil-type material to wrap around the alien to keep it warm.

Pulling the other alien away from the wreckage, he lay them both together. Finding more of the foil-like material, he covered the second alien and wrapped the first alien again to be sure.

‘Thank you, Evan.’

How does it know my name? ‘You’re welcome. I should go get us some help,’ said Evan not understanding how he could possibly remain so calm and normal under the circumstances.

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‘Help is already on the way. Lay down with us and rest. We may need your help again soon friend.’

Another huge wave of tiredness suddenly swept over him. Evan was asleep before he had time to even consider an alternative. He was safe, he knew that. He was with . . . yes, he was with friends.

. . .

Date:                           Wednesday, February 22, 2017

 In-flight Time:           1 hour and 17 minutes into a journey of 1 hour and 55 minutes.

 Location:                    In-flight Adelaide to Sydney Australia

‘Here we go gentlemen,’ said the smiling flight attendant. More scotches had arrived. They were going down rather well.

‘That first moment of communication was the single most terrifying experience of my entire life,’ continued Evan. ‘I knew it couldn’t be of this world, and I somehow understood I must face them . . . alone!’

Turbulence; the plane vibrated violently as if wanting to emphasize the point.

‘So, you were really there,’ said Julius. ‘Not at the official crash site, but at a second crash site location further north?’

As Evan’s retelling of events unfolded, Julius found himself more and more accepting as to the validity of what he was being told. Earlier tensions were now forgotten. A genuine bond was forming here, and Julius encouraged it. Here was a man that was truly interesting. At the very least, the company was enjoyable, the conversation stimulating, the story highly entertaining.

‘I’m now certain I was at the main crash site,’ replied Evan. ‘Terry Sanchos later told me that he heard an explosion not far from the Sanchos homestead. It was the sound of that explosion that originally caused old man Sanchos to investigate in the direction he did. I believe that the crash debris that he found was only a small part of the tail of the spaceship.

‘The long, deep gouge in the earth that Terry Sanchos described to me couldn’t have possibly been caused by the small amount of very light crash debris that was collected at that site. I believe the alien spacecraft intended to land at the first site, but something went wrong. The spacecraft tail must have hit the ground hard and fast, ripping off some of the outer “skin”. The spacecraft then tried to regain control unsuccessfully. The main

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body of the craft eventually crashing to Earth at the site I found about two miles further to the northwest.

‘If there were ever any suspicions of additional wreckage or a second crash site at the time, the pattern of scatter of the debris and the direction of the gouge in the earth at the first crash site would’ve led any consequent search to the south.’

‘Why did it crash? Did the missile fired by the X-1 hit its target?’

‘The aliens were in hibernation until the spacecraft crashed. They were largely unaware of what’d gone wrong.’

‘What were they like?’

‘Small and fragile,’ replied Evan. ‘Seriously, they looked pretty much exactly like the alien images we typically see. Large heads, frail bodies, huge dark bug eyes, delicate four-fingered hands, light grey skin and no hair that I could see. They didn’t open their mouths to breath or speak at all, and they’re about the size of a 10-year-old boy.

‘And they’re very, very old,’ Evan added as an afterthought. ‘I got the impression they were at least many thousands of years old, but age doesn’t concern them somehow.’

‘Were they wearing clothes?’

‘Uniforms I’d say, or space suits. But I’m not sure. Very thin thermal type wear of excellent quality. Probably fire-proof and all sorts of added protection I thought at the time.’

‘You said that one of them bled?’

‘A brown fluid much lighter in color and more . . . watery than our blood,’ replied Evan.

‘And they spoke to you?’

‘They communicated telepathically,’ said Evan. ‘Their communication is more than words or language. I felt what they felt. I empathized immediately. I knew their goodwill and kindness. I felt their concern for me and greater mankind. I felt their pain and distress. I even detected their fears.’

‘Did they tell you much?’

‘So much, so much,’ reflected Evan. ‘Telepathic communication allows the transfer of enormous amounts of information very quickly, comprehensively and with absolute clarity of meaning and purpose. Far better than language I promise you.’

The vibe between Julius and Evan was firmly into the territories of positive and enthusiastic now. Evan knows he’s being taken seriously and conversation flows easily. However, deep within Julius’s thoughts he can’t help but wonder how this “coincidence” came to be.

‘Ladies and gentlemen . . .’ Sydney was close.

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From:             Melanie Stuart

To:                  Julius Ryan

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:27

Subject:          I might have a stalker on my hands

Update on Evan Armstrong information:

  • Never married according to his social media profiles. No children. A brother with family (wife and 3 children) living in Australia, but I can’t find out where yet;
  • After leaving the military in 1964, he spent several months in a psychiatric hospital;
  • Officially resides at an affluent retirement home in Florida, although he is seldom seen there. Failing health, he’s had a heart attack some time ago
  • He’s wealthy, but I can’t say how wealthy. He made his money in the stock market with astute investments in computer and technology-based start-up enterprises;
  • He drives dangerously, and he also flies dangerously. Several convictions, and spent a night locked up for abusing a judge in Roswell 1961; and
  • He’s been known in the past to volunteer for overseas duty with aid/welfare groups. Brief stint with the UN in Africa in 1993/4.

Basically, not much of interest apart from a turbulent period of his life in the ‘60’s. Is there anything specific you’re looking for?  No comment on resignation????



From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:33

Subject:          I might have a stalker on my hands

No. Stay tuned please.


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From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:37

Subject:          Alternative UFO theories

Please see if you can find out if there have been any theories on UFOs as being viewing lenses/portals for other worlds to view us in “LIVE” time using/through the gravitational dimension as maybe a “dimensional fold” in the universe. Or anything like it.


From:             Melanie Stuart

To:                  Julius Ryan

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:37

Subject:          Alternative UFO theories

Ha ha. Sounds real cool! I like it. Will do.

Your idea?


From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 18:38

Subject:          Alternative UFO theories

Ours. I think. Find out if I’m being played. FAST please. Thanks, Mel.


‘Why have you decided to tell me your story now Evan?’ asked Julius. ‘Why me, and why now, after all these years?’

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Concerned that this was a prearranged meeting, an edge of skepticism had returned to Julius’s tone.

Evan resented the use of the word “story”. He sat a moment in silence to gather his thoughts. It was an awkward moment for both. Eventually, having regained his composure, Evan broke the silence.

‘Julius, you’re recognized as someone who readily accepts new ideas,’ said Evan calmly. ‘Perhaps you should hear me out to the end and draw your conclusions then. It’s an amazing “story” that deserves to be heard.’

Julius considered this proposal. Does it matter if I believe what Evan is telling me?

‘Whether you believe me or not, I believe mankind will soon face an unprecedented challenge. At stake is our very survival. I was hoping you might offer me some new insights, and some hope,’ Evan said genuinely.

‘You misunderstand Evan,’ said Julius ‘I tend to believe everything you’ve told me so far. What I don’t believe is that this whole coincidence of us meeting like this is just that . . . a coincidence! Is it a coincidence Evan? Or am I at a very distinct disadvantage here?’

‘Ahh,’ said Evan feeling more at ease as he understood the tension between them. ‘Now I see the problem. Okay, I confess. I haven’t been entirely upfront with you. It’s no coincidence.’

Julius masked his concern.

‘I knew you’d be on this flight from the post you made on Facebook when you arrived at Broken Hill,’ said Evan. ‘You were bound to be flying Qantas, it’s your favorite airline in the world and you insist on flying with them at every opportunity.

‘Qantas don’t offer first class domestically, so for this leg of the journey, I booked Business. You always insist on an aisle seat. I chose a window seat for that very reason. If I didn’t pick you up on the trip to Sydney, another opportunity awaited on the next leg of our journey to Honolulu. There was an excellent chance I’d be seated next to you at some point or even the opportunity to persuade someone to swap seats.’

‘You’re stalking me all over the world?’ asked Julius revealing his concern.

‘Sort of,’ replied Evan with a disarming smile. ‘I had genuine reason to be in Australia. I didn’t lie to you; this was a last chance visit with my brother and his family. They actually live in Australia.’

‘So, us being in Australia at the same time is, or is not, a coincidence?’

‘That part is a coincidence Julius, I promise you. I arrived in Australia long before I knew you were coming. However, I’ll admit that I did change my departure plans in order that I might hopefully run into you.’

That alleviated Julius’s fears to a certain extent.

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‘My other concern Evan, is that I’m reasonably familiar with the events surrounding the Roswell incident. What you’ve told me doesn’t fit with the eyewitness reports, or any information available. I’m pretty certain that your name isn’t mentioned anywhere.’

‘That’s correct,’ said Evan. ‘Our experience at Roswell has been a well-kept secret up until now. A complete secret.’

‘You said “our” experience?’

‘There were eight of us that eventually attended the second crash site,’ replied Evan. ‘We swore an oath that alien existence would never be revealed.’

‘Who were the other seven? And why would you take such an oath?’

‘It’s complex Julius, and I’m getting ahead of myself,’ said Evan. ‘Would you like to hear the full story? It’s important that I roll out events as they occurred so that you understand what follows.’

‘Please continue. Of course,’ said Julius. ‘You have me absolutely spellbound.’

Evan sits up keen to continue.

‘I woke at dawn that morning. The aliens were sleeping.’

The seatbelt light came on.

‘Let’s continue this on the next leg of our journey,’ suggested Evan. ‘I’ve made the same seat allocation requests in first class on the Honolulu leg of our journey, so hopefully, we’ll stay together. If not, we can always ask someone if they mind moving.’

The next leg to Honolulu was without internet access. Julius needed a little time to catch up on things before they took off again. The two-hour stopover in Sydney would offer some much-needed time to attend to business.

From:             Melanie Stuart

To:                  Julius Ryan

Date:               Feb 22 2017 19:35

Subject:          Alternative UFO theories

Can’t find anything like it anywhere. It’s absolutely original, brand new virgin theory as far as I can determine. Well done!


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From:             Julius Ryan

To:                  Melanie Stuart

Date:               Feb 22 2017 19:35

Subject:          Alternative UFO theories

Thanks. Change of plans. Please cancel my schedule. Clear your calendar also if you can, we have a lot of alien research to do. Wish you were here to hear this and meet this guy. Amazing!!!


With still about 15 minutes left before landing, Julius began to consider the mountain of correspondence fighting for prominence. Starting with the meticulously planned and presented “Return to Business Brief”, he could see that Mel had been extremely productive in his absence.

Mel had managed to finalize several substantial negotiations. Julius had to admit he could never have done the job so well. Mel could negotiate hard. It was a discipline that Julius never mastered. During this period of autonomy for Mel, she’d identified his failings in various recent dealings, taken the reins and found highly favorable outcomes. Julius had known that Mel would take advantage of this time out of contact to tidy up a lot of his very loose ends. Judging by the brief he was now enjoying, one thing became apparent . . . Julius should stay out of contact more often.

Finding the earlier email from Mel, he opened the attached file marked “Resignation”. By the look on Julius’s face, Evan knew something terrible had happened.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Mel’s resigned!!!’

. . .

 Date:               22 February 2017

Time:              1957 hours

Location:        Sydney Domestic Airport

                          Sydney Australia

What the hell’s going on???

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Mel had always been there. Julius thought she loved her job. Nothing’s changed, has it? The idea of a future without Mel was hard for Julius to grasp. Walking through the domestic terminal with Evan at his side, Julius read and re-read the resignation looking for the slightest hint of the cause of this shock decision from his “right hand”.

‘Why wouldn’t Mel talk to me if she had concerns?’ Julius was genuinely dumbfounded. ‘She knows how indispensable she is, I’d give her anything she wanted; a pay rise, extra benefits.’

Evan didn’t respond. He realized Julius was venting, merely coming to grips with the upheaval in his life. Julius was visibly angry now. After nine years together is this what he deserves? No discussion, no negotiating, no warning?

Did I do something stupid? His emotional and physical reaction surprised him. Anger was turning to panic. He would talk to her and change her mind.

It’d been nine days. It was the longest time they’d spent out of communication with each other in nine years. Rushing back to Adelaide to make his flight, Julius had misplaced his phone in his luggage. He’d barely made his flight only to eventually find his phone in his computer case shortly after boarding. Normally, Mel would chastise his disorganization. He’d miss that. It was one of those familiar rituals that somehow give comfort.

Turning on his phone, it took several minutes to catch up on receiving messages and notifications before he could manage a call. He dialed Mel’s number but her phone was off. She’d be sleeping, of course, it was 4am in the morning in Chicago.

Evan and Julius made their way over to the international terminal and spoke to the airline about sitting together. It wasn’t a problem. They sat at a bar and ordered some drinks. Scotch on the rocks of course. The conversation was lively and for Julius, fascinating. He was completely hooked on Evan’s story and he wanted to immerse himself deeper. He fantasized about revealing the truth about UFOs, aliens, life on other worlds and alien contact with Earth. The encounter with Evan was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he believed might potentially give him the success he craved, in the subject of his passion . . . aliens. He couldn’t be more wrong.


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Breaking into your thoughts – A message from the author

Theory – UFOs exposed

Aliens wouldn’t travel billions, millions or even thousands of years to visit our Earth, only to stay for a very short period of time. However, I’m sure that they’d be curious about life here, our evolutionary progress and our advancing technological capacity.

Given the right celestial circumstances, advanced alien species are able to observe us from afar simply by “folding” a dimension. Instead of information taking an incredibly long time to reach them, they’d watch the action like a “live” broadcast.

e.g. Two worlds that have a two-dimensional existence discover each other. They’re light years apart, so their communications take years to travel between them.

UFOs are not spacecraft

We who master a three-dimensional existence see the two worlds communicating and decide to help them out a bit. Without seemingly altering their universe at all, we fold their two-dimensional reality so that Point “A” and Point “B” are now immediately on top of each other. Now their communications are instantaneous as the three-dimensional distance between the two points is now minimal whilst their two-dimensional separation remains constant.

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Alternative UFO theory

The two-dimensional worlds think it’s a miracle that somehow, their communications are now able to transfer faster than the speed of light. Nothing can travel faster than the speed of light though. Their communications merely travel via the third dimension.

Advanced alien species observe us from afar. Just as we folded their two-dimensional universe so that distant worlds could communicate instantly, they either “fold” a dimension OR they may use the gravitational dimension, which is perpendicular to other dimensions, to view us “live”.

What I haven’t told you up until this point is that “Evan” knew that the UFOs being seen all over the world in recent times were not alien spacecraft. He didn’t know what they were, only that they weren’t spacecraft. He knows this because of what he was told at the alien encounter. He, therefore, has an entirely unique perspective.

By adopting “Evan’s” perspective, Julius was finally able to break the shackles of his “blinkered” mindset and solve the UFO mystery. The UFOs that we witness are viewing lenses, or tools of observation, as other species observe us from afar. Further confirmation of this theory and understanding of the behavior of UFOs is about to be revealed. Enjoy.


That’s the end of PART ONE.

Sample readers, please leave your comments in the comments section below. Things you might consider comment on are:

  • your impression of the dramatically different opening;
  • overall impression
  • would like to see;
  • criticisms;
  • maybe consider . . .

If you have anything more substantial you wish to bring up, please email me at michaelmuxworthy001@outlook.com

Please do not comment on grammatical issues ATM as the editor (Susan) will be reviewing all copy soon.

After commenting, please click here to access “Part Two (A)”

Thank you, I truly appreciate your time and thoughts,

Michael Muxworthy

Lateral thinking investigations . . . of the third kind


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