Welcome to my sample readers.
This is the first three chapters of part Two only. At the end of this webpage, you will find a link to the rest of Part Two.
Breaking into your thoughts – A message from the author
This is the second of five lateral thinking “progressions” designed to unlock your thought processes.
the solving of problems by an indirect and creative approach,
typically through viewing the problem in a new and unusual light.
Logical solutions aren’t always obvious at first:
A man walks into a bar and politely asks the barman for a glass of water. The barman unexpectedly ducks below the bar for a moment, then abruptly emerges holding a shotgun, points it directly at the man’s face and yells “BANG”. The man smiles at the barman and says sincerely, “Thank you”. He then leaves without drinking any water.
At first, a plausible explanation seems highly unlikely. Believe it or not, there’s a perfectly logical explanation that you’ll readily accept. Lateral thinking derived explanations, whilst not easily arrived at, often seem obvious when they’re revealed from an unexpected, or unknown, viewpoint.
Explanation. The man has hiccups.
Keep an open mind and let go of your preconceived ideas. From our new perspective of knowledge about the alien encounter at Roswell, we can solve some of the greatest mysteries of all time.
Chapter Four –
An alien strategy
“Clearly, unless thinking beings inevitably wipe themselves out
soon after developing technology, extraterrestrial intelligence
could often be millions or billions of years in advance of us.
We’re the galaxy’s noodling newbies.”
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0423 hours (Shortly before dawn)
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The sleep that Evan found himself in was an unnatural sleep. He wasn’t drugged, not in any normal sense of the meaning of being drugged. But somehow, he’d found sleep in the middle of one of the greatest discoveries of modern times; sleep next to an alien species he had no reason to trust.
The two aliens weren’t asleep now, they lay facing each other with their dark wide eyes open. They were silently considering Evan and their options whilst in telepathic communication with the crew that had been awakened aboard their very much larger Research Ship orbiting the Moon.
Lying in a fitful sleep beside the aliens, Evan dreamed of significant events in his life. In each event, the alien was somehow quietly present, directing the unfolding of detail in the background. He dreamed of football triumphs, and vacations with family. He dreamed of his first bitter taste of love, and of how proud his dad was at his being accepted as an Air Force cadet. He dreamed about racing cars, racing his own V-8 hot rod, getting drunk and enjoying life. He dreamed about the shame of being caught stealing at age eight. He dreamed of the horrors, atrocities, sadness yet excitement of the recent world war, . . . and he dreamed of aliens being the saviors of mankind.
Even though asleep, Evan was acutely aware of his military responsibilities. It occurred to him that he might not actually be asleep at all. He’d abandoned his post and failed to notify his superiors of the alien presence. Yet he was not overly concerned. Evan decided to continue to sleep, he needed sleep and he needed to be fresh and alert in the morning. There was much to do.
Every significant memory and motivation in Evan’s life was being dissected by the aliens. They were learning a great deal about Evan, and about human nature. More than that, the aliens were conditioning Evan’s thinking and responses. But that was okay. It was necessary after all. He wouldn’t remember this anyway.
Completely exhausted from their extensive probing, conditioning, and communications, the aliens finally left Evan’s subconscious so they could rest also. They were extremely weak from their ordeal, much weaker than they appeared. The probe into
Evan’s subconscious had been entirely necessary. It was now vital that they return to report their unexpected findings. Mankind was evolving in a way they’d never anticipated; in a direction they couldn’t understand. We had changed in ways that might be potentially dangerous to the peace of the galaxy.
Evan would not remember this intrusion into his thoughts when he woke. He would never remember . . . or so it was intended.
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0450 hours (Shortly after dawn)
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Waking abruptly to the sound of a pistol “crack” echoing through the undulating countryside, Evan sat upright and looked at the two aliens sleeping peacefully beside him. The breaking light of day searched out the tops of hills and trees, but it was still quite dark in the gully. Evan knew they’d be searching for him; he’d slept for hours. Rising to his feet, he could hear the faint sound of a car horn in the distance . . . yes, they were looking for him alright.
It was freezing cold but the rising sun offered the promise of warmth soon. The two aliens slept almost lifelessly. They’d survived the cold night wrapped up warm in the improvised reflective thermal blankets that Evan had made from spaceship debris, but they wouldn’t continue to survive without assistance. Evan checked that the aliens were still breathing and that the improvised blankets were still properly in place. They didn’t wake and seemed content to stay put for the time being, so Evan, now free from the alien influence in his thoughts, made the decision to start the journey back towards whoever it was that was searching for him.
Evan realized that his body was well below normal temperature. He’d slept fully exposed to the elements of the night. Bending over, he tightened his shoelaces ready for a fast run to warm himself up. About five minutes into his journey Evan could faintly hear voices. He made his way towards them, not sure how he would reveal the alien presence.
‘Over here,’ yelled Evan having difficulty breathing having run so hard and fast. He was keen to report his discovery. ‘I’m over here!’
A minute later, gasping for breath, Evan was face to face with his Commanding Officer, Colonel Sam Curtis. The two had never spoken face to face before, but they recognized each other instantly by sight. Colonel Curtis struggled down an unstable rocky slope, he was clearly angry, and that anger was directed straight at Evan.
‘Where the hell have you been Cadet? Why have you deserted your post?’
Terry and Con Sanchos came scrambling over a small knoll delighted to see that Evan was okay. They slowed as they approached. The angry dressing down of Evan by Colonel Curtis was in full swing. Evan, still trying to catch his breath, seemed very distracted. He was having difficulty listening to his Commanding Officer and his thinking was highly confused and conflicted.
‘You must not reveal our existence friend,’
Evan’s mind was rushed with the telepathic communication which was accompanied with a strong feeling of empathy for the aliens’ need to remain concealed. Deep inside, his motivations were in conflict with the duties of service.
‘The fate of mankind is threatened if we’re known to your authorities.’
Evan’s enthusiasm for an encounter with others to tell of his amazing discovery had now completely vanished. What was he to do? He was in a lot of trouble for abandoning his post unless he came up with an exceptionally good excuse. Feelings and thoughts from the aliens continually rushed at Evan. At the same time, Colonel Curtis was giving him a lecture like nothing he’d experienced before. Something had to give.
Colonel Curtis’s anger was even stronger now. Slightly shorter than Evan, the Colonel stood toe to toe and looked up fiercely at Evan’s distracted appearance believing him to be grossly insubordinate. It was at that very moment, as Evan sensed the anger expressed by Colonel Curtis but could not make sense of his words . . . he realized that he could shut down the intrusive alien communication at any time he chose to. He did so immediately.
‘Sir, I wish to report that I found alien survivors from a crashed spaceship. I have been caring for them through the cold night, and decided to wait for daylight before attempting to go for help,’ blurted Evan in his defense. Finally, clarity in his purpose; he was a loyal serving cadet first and foremost. ‘They’re about a quarter mile in that direction sir.’ He was looking and pointing over his shoulder.
There was absolute stunned silence.
‘There are three aliens, sir,’ continued Evan. ‘One’s dead, one is badly injured, the third seems relatively okay.’
Continued silence from the others. Colonel Curtis, having finally backed off Evan, stood there with his mouth open, but he could think of nothing to say.
‘When I left them, they were sleeping,’ Evan was speaking towards Terry now. Terry seemed scared and had started retreating up the slope he’d just come down. ‘They won’t harm us. They are our . . . friends.’
‘How do you know that? How could you possibly know that?’ Terry was screaming at the top of his lungs. ‘We shot them down for Christ’s sake! They won’t be too happy about that I’ll bet!’
Con moved over to Terry in an attempt to calm him down. Con realized it was important not to panic. He turned to Colonel Curtis as if expecting him to know exactly what to do.
‘We need to get some help out here,’ said Colonel Curtis, deliberately calm, taking control of the situation as was expected of him. ‘Terry, please go back home and tell Major Baker what’s transpired here. Tell him to come personally if possible, and bring reinforcements.’
Con Sanchos hugged his son before they separated, it was clear that Terry was still very disturbed. Terry wasted no time and scrambled back across the knoll he’d just come over to make his way back to the cars.
‘A crashed spacecraft?’ asked Colonel Curtis still having difficulty coming to grips with the enormity of Evan’s claim. ‘Is it safe for us to visit the alien location?’
‘Absolutely safe sir,’ said Evan not sure if he should still be standing at attention. ‘They’re not aggressive in any way.’
‘Let’s move out then,’ said Colonel Curtis, not completely convinced and clearly very keen to put some substance into this incredible report from Cadet Armstrong. ‘Con, we might need you. Do you mind staying with us?’
‘You couldn’t drag me away,’ said Con looking quizzically at Evan. ‘How do you feel Evan? Are you injured or hurt in any way?’
‘I’m fine Mr. Sanchos. Please believe me. An alien spacecraft has crashed and the aliens need our help,’ said Evan recognizing the doubts felt by both Con and his Commanding Officer.
The journey back to the crash site took much longer than coming the other way. Colonel Curtis and Con Sanchos both walked very tentatively, expecting ambush, danger or
surprise at every turn. None was forthcoming of course, even the rattlesnake had retreated well away from all the unusual activity.
As they arrived at the crash site, even before they could appreciate the wreckage strewn all about, they were greeted by an alien sitting in an upright position looking straight at them. A second alien lay next to him. The second alien seemed sedated or possibly unconscious even. Colonel Curtis pulled his pistol from its holster but made no effort to point it in the aliens’ direction.
‘Please do not be afraid, we cannot hurt you. We are friends.’
An immediate sense of warmth and friendship overwhelmed the trio. The shock of experiencing telepathic communication was something Evan hadn’t warned the others about. His story was already incredible enough he’d thought at the time. Con Sanchos smiled broadly. The Colonel laughed out loud. Evan was quite relieved to see his C.O.’s mood lighten substantially.
‘Can you understand us?’ Colonel Curtis asked of the alien sitting up. He put his gun back into the holster.
‘We understand completely,’ was communicated. ‘Do you think you might be able to find some important medical supplies that were onboard our ship? They should be over there likely hidden from view by that large pile of wreckage. You’re looking for a silver box.’
Evan was surprised by the substantial deterioration of the wounded alien’s condition.
Colonel Curtis, Con and Evan all marveled at the communication. They knew exactly the appearance, weight and size of what they were looking for. Without a word actually being spoken, they knew it would be impervious to damage, how to open it, and what was needed inside. It took all three of them to dislodge the medical kit from the tangled web of wreckage.
The alien opened the medical kit, took out breathing apparatus and applied it to the wounded alien. Taking a canister and flexible tube from the medical kit, the alien inserted one end of the tube into the canister and put the other end into the breathing apparatus. Fluid flowed gently through the tube when it was in place securely.
‘Your atmosphere is most suitable under normal circumstances, but my colleague is struggling. Rescue is still several hours away. Will you help us to get through this time?’
‘Of course,’ said Colonel Curtis trying to mask the alarm that he suddenly felt. ‘Are there more of you coming here?’
‘Don’t be alarmed Colonel Curtis, yes, a much larger ship is already on the way having recently left orbit around your moon. It carries no weapons. It is only coming to assist us and will leave as soon as possible.’
‘You mustn’t leave,’ Colonel Curtis said with absolute dismay. ‘We know nothing about you.’
The second alien opened its eyes to look at the other for a moment.
‘We’d like to know you better very much. Maybe one day soon we hope. But for now, we ask that you please keep our existence secret. It’s very important that our worlds meet under the right circumstances. Will you do that for us Colonel Curtis, Con and Evan?’
It was at this precise moment that Evan first realized that the aliens were holding something back. There was something very important they weren’t willing to reveal. Something they feared. The others picked up on it too. Telepathy works both ways it seems.
‘The local head of our Intelligence is Major Baker,’ said Colonel Curtis deciding to enforce military protocol. ‘What happens from here on is up to him. He should be on his way here soon. Unfortunately, it’s a little bit late to contain knowledge of your discovery.’
Without warning, the badly wounded alien began having involuntary convulsions. It was kicking and thrashing wildly under the improvised thermal blanket. It then pulled off the breathing apparatus. Fluid similar to the blood Evan had observed previously was coming out of its mouth. Then it stopped moving. They all knew instinctively; the alien had died.
Great sadness was felt by all as the trio empathized with the surviving alien’s telepathic projections. They sensed the alien’s loss completely. It was a very moving moment, much more moving than one would expect from human crew mates in similar circumstances.
Con calmly moved over to the surviving alien, took his four-finger hand, looked into its dark eyes and asked . . . ‘Is there anything we should be doing? You must let us know if there is something we can do.’
The alien was genuinely grateful for the sentiment . . . his eyes were smiling, they don’t smile with their mouths at all. The alien instructed the trio to lay the two dead bodies side by side in a shaded location inside the wreckage and to cover them with the reflective material in order to stop dehydration from the steadily rising temperature. When this was complete, the surviving alien used the breathing apparatus for himself.
‘Please stay with me while I determine the best course of action. Help is very close. We must contain the damage we have caused here somehow.’
‘What damage? What do you mean?’ asked Con earnestly.
‘The fate of mankind, the fate of this planet, depends upon you not knowing about the existence of other intelligent lifeforms. All future life on Earth is jeopardized if knowledge of alien existence is widely known.’
The imperative importance of what the alien had just communicated was fully appreciated by the three men given the advantage of “in-depth understanding” that is a feature of telepathic communication. Silence fell across the group. They all understood that it would be virtually impossible to contain knowledge of the alien crash at this point.
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 46 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA.
Qantas flight QF74045 had departed Sydney on schedule, lifting off the tarmac at 10.14 pm local time. First class seating was completely full, the seatbelt sign was off, the hum of conversation filled the cabin. Food had been selected from the menu, and the second round of scotch on the rocks had already arrived.
Once again, somehow, Evan had charmed the female flight attendants. Their service and attention were exemplary . . . to Evan. Julius wished he had that sort of charisma. Some have it, and some don’t it seemed. It was Julius that now found himself enthusiastically pushing the pace of their conversation.
‘So, is that why you’ve kept this a secret all these years Evan?’ asked Julius. ‘But how did the alien convince you that it was necessary? I’d be suspicious of the alien’s motives.’
‘We didn’t agree at all,’ replied Evan finally able to get a word in. ‘At least not for considerable time. Major Baker, head of Intelligence at Roswell, was extremely opposed to any withholding of information. I must admit, I was also totally opposed at first. It was only after an enormous amount of information had been communicated to us by the surviving alien that seven of us eventually agreed to the alien request.’
‘Seven?’ queried Julius. ‘You mentioned Major Baker from Intel, and there was your Commanding Officer from the Roswell base, Colonel Curtis, plus father and son Sanchos. That’s five including you. Who were the others?’
‘I’m glad to see your enthusiasm for the story, but, you’re jumping ahead again Julius,’ said Evan. ‘Please let me continue . . . Our numbers grew suddenly, and much sooner than we’d anticipated . . .’
As Evan continued with the telling of events at Roswell, Julius gradually came to the realization that something was very wrong. Julius was keen to proceed, and that is what Evan had gone to so much trouble to achieve. Yet Evan seemed . . . uncomfortable for some reason. His appearance looked unwell Julius decided, very unwell. Also, Julius got the distinct impression that Evan was being cautious for some reason. He kept looking around as if expecting to find someone he knew or recognized.
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0617 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The remaining alien was clearly distressed with the prospect of having its existence further revealed. It lay down on its right side with the breathing apparatus, securing it with a strap around its head, closed its eyes, and seemed to be in a state of meditation. All communication with the alien ceased, but they all somehow understood that they were waiting for Major Baker to arrive with reinforcements.
While Con stood by to assist the alien in case it needed something, Colonel Curtis and Evan took the opportunity to inspect the wreckage of the alien spacecraft. It was like nothing they had ever witnessed previously. The outside coating was a shiny seamless chrome that seemed almost like flowing liquid. There were no windows at all, and just a single hatch on the starboard side for the crew to enter and exit by. The propulsion system was exposed through a tear in the chrome revealing
completely unknown technology, with two exhaust or propulsion ports at the rear of the craft, but curiously, no engine intake was apparent at all.
The shape of the spaceship displayed aerodynamic principals that seemed familiar. The small pulled-back flat wings extending off each side bore the same curves as modern aircraft wings. There were no flaps, but you could tell by the variations of each wing that they were able to alter their shapes as needed for aerodynamic performance. The sharply-pointed nose, although now substantially damaged, had been shaped like an arrowhead. The tail was completely wrecked, but it was clear that it had similarity to the tails of conventional aircraft but without obvious moving parts.
The starboard side of the spacecraft had a large tear completely exposing the crew area. Inside were two capsules that were obviously some sort of sleep or hibernation chambers for the aliens. A third capsule had been thrown clear of the wreckage and ripped open from the impact. Quite surprisingly, there was very little instrumentation, controls or crew comforts to be seen anywhere.
The alien sat upright and put down the breathing apparatus. It had been much less than an hour from the time Terry was sent to fetch Major Baker when they both unexpectedly walked over a small hill to the east of the crash site. Twenty yards behind them, Colonel Rafter and two Army MPs followed.
‘I ran into them back at the vehicles,’ said Terry by way of an explanation.
Colonel Rafter, Major Baker, and the two MPs had been on their way to the first crash site when they decided to detour and see what was taking Colonel Curtis so long. They found the abandoned cars on the road and saw footprints leading into the Sanchos property. They’d only just decided they would investigate when they ran into a highly-excited Terry Sanchos with an incredible tale.
Terry was almost hysterical when he spotted the alien sitting in an upright position. ‘Oh my God, is it alive?’
‘Is this site secure Colonel?’ Major Baker asked of Colonel Curtis, hand on his pistol, ready to remove it from its holster if needed.
‘Yes, we are secure Major,’ replied Curtis. ‘Please ask your men to put away their weapons. You’ve no need of them here. The sole surviving alien is very weak and has not shown any aggression at all. He understands us and can communicate with us.’
‘Please come over and introduce yourself Major Baker, and you also Colonel Rafter.’
The alien communicated telepathically so that all could “hear” the communication. Major Baker looked to have the most surprised reaction, he was lost for words.
‘You have nothing to fear Major, I will not, and cannot harm you. It is not something I would ever do. Please come over here so that you can see me properly.’
Major Baker ignored the request from Colonel Curtis to tell his men to put down their weapons and made his way cautiously over to the alien. The alien stretched out his right hand and the Major took it tentatively.
‘Colonel Rafter, please come and join us. I am flesh and blood gentlemen, just like you.’
Colonel Rafter moved towards the alien cautiously but stopping well short of being within reach. He wasn’t quite ready to engage the alien flesh just yet.
‘We have some very urgent business to attend to and you must help me make some very important decisions for all our sakes. The meeting of our two cultures was not meant to happen this way. The consequences of this meeting must be known to you so that you are best able to perform your duties. I would very much like to reveal things of consequence to you as soon as you are ready. It is a discussion that I suggest we should all be involved in.’
Major Baker stood up too quickly, stepping back unsteadily. The rush of information and emotions lasted only seconds, but the effect was overwhelming. Major Baker was in shock. He said nothing.
‘It will only take a short while for you to adapt to my communication method Major. You would describe this form of communication as telepathy. It’s a skill that your civilization will master one day soon we hope.’
The Major quickly regained his composure.
‘Please do not be alarmed. You can shut me out of your mind any time that you choose to. I hope you don’t though . . . there is so much I wish to share with you.’
Colonel Rafter remained a cautious distance away, preferring to let Major Baker approach the alien alone in case there had been unexpected aggression or consequences. He called the other officers over to him for a confidential discussion.
‘We need to contain this. Washington won’t want hysteria. How far has the word got out about this?’ asked Colonel Curtis.
‘Only those that are here right now are aware of the alien existence,’ replied Major Baker. ‘And also this crash site. I’m not forgetting our duty as officers gentlemen. By all means, we should minimize knowledge of what has been discovered here, but
this must be reported to our superiors as soon as possible. I propose we send an officer to report back to Air Force Command as soon as it’s practical.’
‘I’ll return,’ volunteered Colonel Rafter. ‘I was in the middle of preparing a top-secret report for the Pentagon on events at Muroc and the Nevada Test Range when I got word of a downed aircraft. What has occurred here is an extension of that report. Let me get a feel for things and then I think we should put our heads together to determine exactly what I should take out of here . . . and to where and to whom.’
Although equal in rank to Colonel Curtis, Colonel Rafter was the senior officer present and he’d also been invested with authority to investigate this matter by Eighth Air Force Commanding General Roger Ramey.
‘I agree. In the meantime, I suggest we post the MPs back on the road to keep unwanted visitors away,’ offered Major Baker.
‘Sounds like a plan,’ said Colonel Curtis. ‘You should know that more aliens are on the way, and in a much larger ship! How do we handle that Colonel?’
Colonel Rafter and Major Baker took a moment to absorb the enormity of what they had just been told; more aliens and a larger ship?!?
‘Let’s talk to our alien friend and see what we can learn before making any rash moves,’ suggested Colonel Rafter.
‘Gentlemen, I understand your concerns. Please let me show you what is about to happen,’ offered the alien. ‘Please come and sit with me.’
The three officers carefully made their way over to the alien and sat down on the uneven earth surrounding it. Evan watched as events unfolded without him. He felt as though his destiny had taken a detour towards obscurity all of a sudden. Evan, Terry, and Con sat together well out of earshot. The MP’s stood guard over events, although their weapons were now holstered.
‘What do we call you?’ Colonel Rafter asked of the alien.
The answer was understood, even if a sound could not be used to represent what had been offered. The aliens used much more than just a name, more like a complex identity that contained detail of origin and family. That they were creatures of strong and resilient family and social groups was clearly expressed. The answer also contained detail of achievement and community responsibilities, much like we might use a title such as “Doctor” or “Ambassador”.
‘My people have a Research Ship that we used for this expedition. It was orbiting your moon until just a few hours ago. It is now on its way to Earth to rescue me. It does not carry weapons, and it does not intend to reveal itself to the inhabitants of Earth. You
should not be concerned about its arrival. The Research Ship has been my base ever since we left a much larger spacecraft more than 6 months ago . . . a Space City with many millions of my species aboard.’
At the mention of the Space City with “many millions” of aliens aboard, the officers’ instinctive military reaction was to canvas the possibility of invasion. The alien “sensed” their concerns and immediately countered those fears with an in-depth understanding of the sense of peaceful purpose of their mission in our solar system.
‘An enormous Space City orbits at tremendous speed and in close proximity to your sun. The city lies in wait for our return; it is almost ready for departure from this solar system. About two years ago, we made the decision to check on the Earth before we departed. Preparations took about 16 of your months due to the slow passage of time on board the Space City.
‘We are leaving, to continue our exploration of this galaxy as soon as the Research Ship returns. We hope to see the people of Earth again one day in the future. At that meeting, you will be welcomed by the entire galactic community of advanced species. It will be a time of great joy and celebration for all of us.’
The vivid imagery communicated with this message left the three officers with an exact understanding of where the aliens were in the solar system, and how they were traveling. The Space City was moving relatively close to the speed of light and in close proximity to the Sun’s gravitational influence so that Earth time would pass rapidly in comparison to time aboard the alien Space City. For each full “day” of their time aboard the Space City, many hundreds of years will pass here on Earth.
After a hasty preparation, the Research Ship departed the Space City for our moon about seven months ago, taking that long to slow down and shift to Earth’s time parameters. Arriving into the orbit of our moon, the Research Ship launched the smaller Exploration Spacecraft that eventually crashed at Roswell.
The Research Ship was now less than two hours away from Earth’s orbit. The size of an aircraft carrier, it was mostly automated with a crew of about 60. The Research Ship was built for exploration, transport and rescue purposes. Incredibly, the three officers could visualize the ship and its crew clearly.
‘What happens when they get here?’ asked Major Baker.
‘I will be taken aboard for urgently required medical treatment. Our physiology will not be familiar to you,’ communicated the alien. ‘The bodies of my colleagues will be collected, as will the wreckage from my crashed craft. As much as possible, all evidence
of this incident will be removed. We will then depart Earth as if we had never been here. How successful we are will depend on your cooperation.’
‘You have to understand,’ said Major Baker. ‘We’re part of the military of the United States of America. We are obliged; it is our duty to report your presence to our Military Chiefs including our President.’
‘Loyalty and a sense of duty are wonderful qualities of your people Major Baker. We would never assume to instruct or direct you against the interests you so proudly represent. However, we have an unintended meeting of our two species. It is a meeting that potentially contains repercussions of cataclysmic consequences.
‘I suggest that we take this time before my Research Ship arrives to make sure the best outcome possible is achieved. You need to make critical decisions. I propose that I give you all the necessary information you need in order that you are best able to determine and direct events from this time forward.’
‘Are we directing events, or are you?’ asked Colonel Rafter quite bluntly.
‘At this time, it would appear that I am,’ replied the alien. ‘However, with a significant transfer of information, it will be you in charge of this event. You must fully appreciate all factors that should weigh upon your decision making. All I require is the opportunity to avail you as to the circumstances surrounding my being here.’
‘Let’s hear him out,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘It’s pertinent to my report.’
‘What we are facing involves us all,’ communicated the alien. ‘I believe we should all be involved in this conversation. You will understand why gentlemen, by the time I finish this briefing.’
The message’s accompanying imagery and strength of feelings convinced Colonel Rafter and the other two officers to invite the others in. They had all been privy to the alien’s communication and the officers’ responses, even though they were out of range to hear the officers’ actual words.
‘Gentlemen, as I communicate with you telepathically, I will also be creating imagery within your minds so that you are better able to appreciate my messages. If it helps, try closing your eyes so that you can appreciate the full depth of my communication. It may take a little getting used to, but persevere please, do not try to shut me out.’
Three officers, two MPs, a cadet and two civilians all gathered around the sole surviving alien . . . as equals.
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 1 hour and 3 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Delicious, thank you,’ said Evan to the flight attendant clearing away the remnants of his second meal that evening, then indicating to replenish Julius’s glass as well. ‘Please keep the scotch coming.’
Julius had unwisely chosen not to eat. His thinking was becoming clouded with the alcohol. This would be the last one he thought.
‘As we sat there listening to the alien, it occurred to me that he considered us as all being equal to each other, and also to be his equal as well. They don’t have rank or positions of power. Whilst courtesy and respect for their ranks had clearly been offered to the officers attending the crash site, now we were all being equally considered and addressed by the alien. In the alien’s world, that all intelligent self-aware beings, no matter what evolutionary level they had reached, are considered as equals, was made absolutely clear.’
‘That would have put a few noses out of joint I imagine,’ said Julius. ‘You said, “he”. These aliens are male?’
‘I actually don’t know. In our telepathic communications, we used male terminology to describe them and this seemed acceptable. They used to be male, but now they’re somehow more, maybe best describes their sexual status.’
‘That explains their lack of aggression,’ Julius joked.
Evan continued, ignoring the attempted humor.
‘It was always clear that after the briefing from the alien, that we, humans that is, would have control. That meant privileges of rank and any hierarchy we used would be recognized and fully in place at that time. The officers completely understood this and seemed happy to oblige the alien request that we all be involved at this point.’
Evan waited until fresh drinks had arrived before beginning the difficult task of verbally interpreting what had been telepathically communicated.
‘It may not be in the order I was given the information, but I’ll do my best to give you the true essence of the communication as best I can,’ said Evan looking decidedly pale.
‘Life is abundant in our galaxy Julius. The variety of life is amazing. However, all life follows very similar evolutionary processes. Given sufficient time and the right circumstances, eventually, intelligent life or “self-aware” life will evolve.
‘Billions of years ago a planet relatively close to the center of our galaxy first formed RNA. Are you aware of what RNA is Julius?’
‘Yes, ribonucleic acid,’ replied Julius. ‘It’s used by DNA as a sort of messenger I believe.’
‘The planet that first evolved RNA in our galaxy exploded long ago. This explosion eventually seeds every substantial body in our expanding galaxy. For life to form, first RNA must become self-sustaining or self-replicating. This occurs under great heat and pressure. Hydrothermal vents are the most likely source of the ideal circumstances here on Earth. If life emerges on a planet, it is self-replicating RNA, which is not itself a lifeform even though it replicates, that makes life possible.
‘Anyway, moving on, as life evolves, often, one species will emerge as intelligent and self-aware. The technological evolutionary steps that these life forms move through are virtually the same as what mankind has experienced here on Earth.’
‘I see where you’re going I think,’ said Julius. ‘It’s logical to assume that aliens would discover the use of tools, fire, metals and so on.’
‘Exactly’ said Evan. ‘They’re usually summarized as “Tools, Machine, and Automation”. All of our technological discoveries are common to evolving intelligent life throughout the galaxy.’
‘Why haven’t we been contacted by any of these advanced intelligent species scattered throughout our galaxy?’
‘That was exactly the question posed by Colonel Rafter to the alien. At that point, the advantages offered using telepathic communication began working heavily to our advantage. We knew the alien was reluctant to reveal too much. His goal was containment, not only in the numbers of the human race that were aware of the aliens’ existence but also in the amount of knowledge we were given. Of course, these motives did nothing to alleviate tension or suspicions amongst us. In fact, the opposite. But once again Julius, you’re getting ahead of me.’
‘Sorry Evan, please continue.’
‘The sense of mistrust from the group wasn’t lost on the alien. The flow of communication stopped. There was silence from the alien for several minutes. We understood that he was communicating telepathically with other members of his race.
‘Unexpectedly and without warning, the alien started communicating again, but the message and imagery had changed substantially . . . the alien began to tell us about the imminent destruction of our world.’
Chapter Five –
A unique and difficult challenge
“If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as
when Columbus landed in America, which didn’t
turn out well for the Native Americans.”
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0715 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
‘Your world is in great danger. The very survival of your species will depend on what happens here this day. It is imperative that you make informed decisions.’
There was a pause to let the weight of what had been communicated fully set in on the group. It wasn’t a threat, they all understood that very clearly, it was something the alien feared. The alien continued . . .
‘We are your friends, as are all advanced alien races within our galaxy. Fourteen different alien species from fourteen very different worlds have survived the trials of evolution to emerge from “the physical age” as explorers, protectors, and citizens of our galaxy. It is our very sincere hope that humanity will one day join us as a valued addition to the rich tapestry of advanced beings striving to explore this galaxy and master further evolution.
‘Once you have mastered the physical age, humans will embark on a journey of exploration more exciting than anything previously conceived . . . you will start your evolutionary journey through “the spiritual age”. But first, you must survive the evolutionary trials presented as technology impacts your destiny.’
‘I think you need to elaborate quite substantially,’ said Colonel Rafter, mirroring the thoughts of the other officers. ‘What trials?’
‘As I previously communicated to you, life is abundant in our galaxy. So too has been the advent of intelligent life. For many millions of years, possibly even billions of years, self-aware, intelligent species have emerged from the physical age only to self-destruct at the threshold of a new and greater evolutionary journey. We believe many hundreds of worlds have perished this way since the dawn of time.
‘However, as you will one day discover, “nature is imperfect, by design”. The process of intelligent life emerging from the physical age eventually produced an unexpected result. One intelligent alien race survived. One alien species overcame the final trial of the physical age to continue their journey along their evolutionary path.
We are that species. About 6 million of your years ago, we survived Armageddon.’
‘What did you survive?’ pursued Colonel Rafter. ‘What’s Armageddon?’
That the alien “avoided” the question was clear to everyone.
‘Very few of our species survived. Less than a thousand of our race escaped the total destruction of our planet and our entire solar system. The destruction was absolute . . . nothing remains now. Virtually the entire biological diversity of our planet, with all its potential, has been lost for all time.
‘With our planet gone, there was nothing left but to look for a new home. The exploration of this galaxy and our journey through the spiritual age began. We have never found a replacement planet to call home. Instead, as our population has grown, we have built numerous space cities, each capable of holding many millions of our people. Cities containing our species have been sent off to explore in every direction across the galaxy.
‘Near the center of our galaxy, a new sun has been created. Around that sun, each of the surviving alien species is building a permanent presence. Finally, a base we will all eventually call “home”.’
Evan envisaged a “gentle”, purposely engineered sun that was being slowly drawn into sustainable orbit around the supermassive black hole at the center of our Milky Way Galaxy. The sun’s orbit would eventually lie just out of reach of the insatiable accretion (feeding) process that sustains the black hole. The aliens selectively use that accretion process as a supply source for the materials they need for the creation of 14 new worlds and more than 20 moons currently at various stages of completion.
Each world closely replicates the planetary and environmental circumstances of the destroyed alien home-worlds. The incredible darkness of the event horizon looms ominously in the night skies of these new worlds. Proximity to the supermassive black hole means that time moves slowly in this fully artificial solar system. Completion was still millions of years away, but there was no rush for some reason.
Colonel Rafter wanted to ask a question, but before he could speak, the alien continued. It sensed the question on Rafter’s mind.
‘The trial that you must face cannot be known to you at this point Colonel Rafter. It is doubtful you could understand it, and it would negatively impact upon the human race’s chances of survival in the future I’m afraid.
‘Exploring the galaxy over millions of years we have come across thousands of worlds with evolving lifeforms, several hundred of which offer hope of developing a self-aware species. Many have already reached the threshold of entering the spiritual age. However, not all make their way through safely.
‘When we first discovered intelligent life in the galaxy other than our own it was a time of great celebration. Our two worlds befriended as we attempted to assist them through the technological perils that lay ahead. It proved to be a most costly and incorrect decision. Not only was the world of our new friends lost, but a great Space City, our largest and proudest technological achievement at the time, was also completely lost.’
The alien conveyed genuine emotion. Evan sensed the truth of what was being communicated. However, the alien also continued to be very guarded of the content of what he revealed. Truth and deception.
‘In the first four million years of our exploration of the galaxy, several more worlds in an advanced technological state were discovered. Despite our best efforts, those worlds and all they contained were also lost completely. At the final stage of technological evolution, each species advances at an incredible pace. It heralds a time of unprecedented peace and prosperity. At this time, you are at your greatest; you are also at your greatest risk. This is when an advanced species will most likely fail, and when they will likely destroy themselves. You know this as Armageddon.’
Con was intrigued with the biblical reference. He looked among the group to see if anyone else thought the reference to be of interest. Most sat mesmerized by the alien communicated imagery, their eyes closed unaware of Con’s glance.
‘As other species from other worlds have had to face the trial of Armageddon, so too will the people of Earth. It is inevitable.’
‘Can’t you help us?’ asked Major Baker.
‘Initially, our attempts to help worlds reaching this threshold all failed. Eventually, though, we discovered a path through this cataclysmic event. That path is the only proven path we know of that has succeeded previously.
‘A necessary precondition for success is that there must be no contact before you reach the technology that brings about Armageddon; no assistance from any other race that has already successfully crossed this technological threshold. We have left the solution to Armageddon here on Earth for you to find. You will find it at precisely the right time
and not before that time. What you do with that solution, and whether you implement it at all, is a choice that you must make as a species alone.’
The group fell silent as the weight of what they had just learned sank in. The end of the world . . . literally! Evan wasn’t sure how the others felt, but he was highly suspicious of the guarded measures that he sensed the alien was revealing the information. Something critical was being left untold.
‘How long before we reach this threshold?’ asked Con concerned for his family.
The alien response was evasive.
‘We are not sure. We have no idea at all.’
Evan sensed confusion and hesitation. The alien did know something very important and critical to our future but was doing its best to mask us from that knowledge.
‘Why does knowledge of an advanced race having survived this Armageddon jeopardize our chances of surviving?’ asked Colonel Curtis.
‘The decision to implement the solution must be universal and fully committed to. It is a very difficult decision. Not all of your population will survive. If you believe that crying out to us for help may offer an alternative, some will try.’
Colonel Rafter stood up slowly and stretched. ‘We need some time to absorb and consider this,’ he said looking very unhappy. ‘How long until your Research Ship arrives?’
‘The Research Ship will not make its final approach to Earth until you have given permission for it to do so Colonel. You have all been given as much information that I believe is safe to provide. From here on in, you are in control. You must decide events from this time forward.’
It was a strong statement, delivered with telepathic conviction, that had the effect of substantially calming the situation, and Colonel Rafter. The three officers moved off together in conference. The two MPs, mostly silent until now, moved over towards Con, Terry and Evan. The alien sat alone, drinking from a second canister that had been in the medical kit.
‘My name is Owens,’ said the taller of the two MPs extending his hand towards Con. He then indicated towards the other MP. ‘And this is Fells.’
Con smiled. ‘My son Terry, and do you know Evan?’
Introductions and handshakes went full cycle.
‘What do you think the officers will decide?’ Con asked of the two MPs.
Fells answered. ‘I don’t know. But honestly, I’m more than happy to leave the decision to them.’
It was a sentiment that reached general agreement.
The officers had disappeared from view having gone over a small knoll behind the spacecraft wreckage. The buzz of intense, and sometimes excited, conversation could be heard in the distance.
The alien was now lying down. Having replaced the breathing apparatus, it had settled on its right side again, eyes closed. The light grey skin seemed paler than before. The alien wasn’t well. It looked as though it might be dying. Con, Terry, Evan, Fells and Owens all set about the task of making the alien more comfortable.
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0917 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The officers returned after more than an hour of deliberation. They immediately rushed to the side of the alien as they noticed the dramatic downturn in its appearance. The alien attempted to sit upright, but it was now too weak. Con assisted the alien into an upright position. It opened its eyes and addressed everyone . . .
‘Please do not be too greatly concerned. Your atmosphere takes a lot of getting used to. So too does the high temperature and punishing gravity. There is nothing more you can do to help me for now. There is nothing that I need that you can provide. If you have questions, or you have something to say, I am more than able to communicate without impairment. I would appreciate knowing your decisions at your earliest convenience.’
Con and Evan tended to the alien’s comfort now that it was in an upright position. They moved the alien slightly, so that its back rested comfortably against a tree. Con removed his jacket and placed it under, and behind the alien’s back. The alien now sat in an elevated position under a shady tree, ready to face the decisions of the
officers. It had been offered water but refused. With the alien’s uniform stripped to the waist, its body looked extremely frail and weak.
‘Is the arrival of the Research Ship crucial to your survival?’ asked Con making sure that the officers heard the question?
‘Would you say that your need of the Research Ship is urgent?’ Con continued.
‘How Urgent?’ asked Con.
‘I have at least two or three hours to live before I must get the air that my lungs need badly. The breathing apparatus assists with your atmosphere, but unfortunately, I have sustained severe injuries to my chest cavity. Breathing is very labored under the weight of your gravity. I need to breathe an atmosphere more suited to my physiology, without the tremendous pressure being exerted on my lungs.’
‘I’m sorry we took so long,’ said Colonel Curtis genuinely. ‘It’s an enormous decision.’
‘I understand completely Colonel Curtis. My life is inconsequential when compared to the weight on your shoulders. Do not be concerned about me. There may be nothing that can save me now anyway. Gentlemen, I sense unresolved issues. Please sit down and let me assist you.’
Making sure he blocked the alien from his thoughts, Major Baker pulled Owens and Fells to one side and spoke to them confidentially. Without fanfare, the two MPs gathered their belongings and dutifully headed off towards where the vehicles were parked. The officers then sat around the alien’s new position under the tree. The others were not invited to join them. This was to remain a military matter it seemed.
‘We’re having trouble reconciling events with what you’ve told us,’ said Major Baker not shy about his concerns. ‘Why, if it is imperative that you remain hidden from us, did you fly straight into the United States in full view of our extensive array of radar? Apart from several radar contacts, you were spotted by two aircraft as well.’
The alien took a moment to gather his thoughts. Evan sensed indecision. The alien felt the need to reveal much more than it had originally intended.
‘We never imagined that you had such capacity. Our ships are fully automated. We were in what can best be described as a “slumber” or hibernation. It is a necessary part of the process of long term rapid deceleration.’
As the accompanying imagery came flooding into the minds of the officers, they sat with their eyes completely closed. With respect being given to the officers’ decision to keep the matter under military control, Con, Terry and Evan were now excluded from the communication.
‘The Space City that orbits your sun travels close to the speed of light. Time slows considerably as you approach the speed of light. Nearly two years ago in Earth time, or less than two minutes ago aboard the Space City, we detected a nuclear detonation here quite unexpectedly. Our most ambitious expectations of your technological capacity couldn’t come close to explaining the detonation. It was decided to send a Research Ship immediately to investigate the circumstances.
‘From the perspective of on board our Space City, the Research Ship was launched within a matter of minutes of detecting the detonation. It then took several more minutes for the Research Ship to slow down and achieve orbit around your moon, and then launch this smaller spacecraft. This entire exercise has taken less than 10 minutes from the time we detected the detonation, to this moment, viewed from the perspective of those aboard the Space City.
‘Our previous observation of your species was some 2,000 years ago. From that time, to the time that we detected the nuclear detonation, only several hours of time has passed aboard the Space City. 2,000 years ago, you had not even invented the wheel on some parts of the Earth. The nuclear technology we detected seemed impossible for you to reach in such a very short period of time.
‘When we departed our Space City, the crew aboard the Research Ship were put into hibernation to enable us to survive the rigors of the extreme rapid deceleration. Not until after we had arrived in your atmosphere did we commence the awakening process, and the process had not finished completely before we crashed.
‘We never expected to face hostile forces in the skies. We honestly thought you would still be on horseback using bows and arrows, not flying and using technology such as radar, missiles and high powered jet-propelled aircraft.
‘The crew aboard the Research Ship were roused from their hibernation process only after we crashed. They have only just been brought up to date on what has transpired. However, with the slow movement of time aboard the Space City, it is likely that they are only barely aware of what is happening here. Onboard the Space City, less than a second has elapsed since we crashed.’
That substantially explained the strange behavior of the intruder into American airspace, it was anticipating a society more typical of one found in the 12th century.
‘But why were you heading straight for the military’s secret testing location?’ asked Major Baker.
‘Earth time about two years ago, we detected the first nuclear detonation not far from here, which was our original destination. After entering Earth’s atmosphere, our spacecraft detected stored nuclear material at another location, the location of your secret jet and missile testing Colonel Rafter. The fully automated spaceship altered its original course to go directly to the site of the stored materials. A secondary site of interest was the White Sands Proving Ground facility where the first detonation had been detected.
‘You can now understand, I hope, that we definitely never anticipated an aggressive response using any meaningful technology. It was not considered possible that mankind was capable of such technological achievements yet.’
‘How long have you had the Earth under observation?’ asked Colonel Rafter.
‘We first encountered the Earth around 18,000 years ago. Our last encounter was around 2,000 years ago. Members of that expedition arrived back at the Space City only minutes ago in our time aboard the Space City.’
‘How is it that such an advanced race that’s been keeping tabs on us for 18,000 years can possibly get our current level of technological advancement so incredibly wrong?’ asked Major Baker.
That question caused the alien to stop and think deeply.
‘The answer to that question is one that I am very reluctant to offer as I do not believe it will assist you in determining the best course of action. Do you not have enough on which to base your decision?’
‘What happened with your other expeditions to Earth?’ enquired Colonel Curtis. ‘Were you seen by the human populations at other times when you’ve previously visited here?’
Once again, the alien went silent. The officers all eyed the alien intently. Nearly a minute passed as the alien consulted others of its species aboard the Research Ship.
‘There is much more that I will now need to tell you before you make your final decision. The information I am about to divulge is for everybody with your permission gentlemen.’
Major Baker indicated for the others to come over.
‘Owens and Fells are guarding our vehicles and ensuring our privacy. We’ll update them later.’ Major Baker was lying, and the alien knew it. The alien continued anyway.
‘Your Earth faces a difficult and unique challenge, one that is very different to anything faced by any other world previously.’
Chapter Six –
The sworn oath of secrecy
“It is difficult to imagine evolution in alien
planets operating in any manner other
Simon Conway Morris
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 0954 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The alien was assisted by Con and Colonel Curtis to a more comfortable position to address the group. A log was placed against the tree to act as a seat, and Con’s folded jacket served well as a cushion. Colonel Curtis helped the alien to put the breathing apparatus strap back on, placing the mask in place over its mouth and nose. The alien’s condition seemed to be deteriorating even more rapidly with stress caused by their indecision.
‘If we call for them, how fast can your Research Ship be here?’ asked Colonel Curtis with genuine concern.
‘In under 20 minutes if needed, the Research ship has already traveled most of the distance and awaits my contact. Thank you for your concern Colonel. Please be seated so that I might continue.’
‘You must keep us informed,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘If your condition becomes critical, you must advise us in sufficient time to allow the opportunity for the Research Ship to arrive with enough time to assist you.’
There was a spirit of cooperation and a strength of resolve in their dealings now. Several more logs had been found for the others to sit on as they gathered once again around the alien as equals. The alien began . . .
‘Over millions of years we have discovered thousands of worlds containing life. Some of those worlds contained intelligent life. After many failed attempts with the loss of entire civilizations, eventually we realized that the path to survive Armageddon required non-contact and non-intervention before the event. Rather than intervene, we leave the only known solution to Armageddon with every intelligent species we discover, for them to find at precisely the time it will be needed and not before.
‘Once an alien species emerges from the destruction, the intergalactic community of species that have survived Armageddon greet them and assist with their survival. The gift of an enormous Space City is given so that they can continue their journey of exploration, learning and spiritual age
evolution. The necessary practice of non-contact with developing worlds is explained and agreed upon.’
Evan could envisage the proposed “gift” Space City awaiting the survivors from Earth as if he were there. Much smaller than the city that currently orbits the Sun, still, what it lacks in size, it more than makes up for in potential. Designed to accommodate a population of up to 300,000, it contains sufficient resources to get surviving humans away from risk and start them on their journey. It’s been designed so that it can easily be expanded to accommodate a rapidly growing population.
The “gift” Space City can theoretically reach any point across our Galaxy. It utilizes a seemingly endless invisible “dark’ energy that can be safely and easily harvested throughout the galaxy. Cylindrical in shape, the city rotates slowly to simulate Earth’s gravity exactly. The heavily fortified “nose” of the Space City protects the craft from the hazards that come from extreme velocities. The entire shell of the city is made of materials so dense, they can pass right through a large sun without damage. Nothing short of a black hole can stop it.
Inside the city, the rich biological diversity of the Earth is preserved for our eventual needs, some of it already in use to hydroponically grow foods for a future thriving population. Everything had been considered; sporting fields, early learning centers; research, art, craft, entertainment and manufacturing facilities, spacecraft for exploration, it is a truly incredible gift.
The Space City that waits ready for humanity, is disguised in near light speed orbit within our outer solar system’s asteroid belt. Fully automated, it will remain there unable to be detected, ready to greet any survivors that successfully implement the alien solution and survive the Armageddon event.
‘Arriving at your Earth 18,000 years ago, something was different from any other planet we’d visited. For the first time ever, we were not the first advanced species to arrive. Another alien race had arrived before us. It was an alien species we had never encountered before . . . an alien race that had also survived Armageddon on their own, in exactly the same way we had survived.
‘The “Greys”, as we affectionately like to identify them as, arrived 600,000 years before us. They are slightly taller and more slender than humans, with dark grey skin that sheds like a snake. They originally came from a solar system that is further distance from the center of the galaxy than Earth.
‘Several thousand Greys had survived their Armageddon event. Earth was the first planet they had come across that held hope of producing an intelligent and self-aware species. Your sun’s orbit became their temporary home, while great work stations
orbited your Earth . . . a chance to consolidate and build again . . . a launching pad for their future ambitions.
‘The Greys find the Earth highly toxic . . . poisonous atmosphere, high levels of alkalinity, dangerously high levels of radiation. They struggle to even move under the weight of your tremendous gravity. But the Earth still suited their purposes well.
‘The Greys left the Earth periodically, but would always return eventually. They sent out great cities to explore, but theirs is a race with a history of strong desire for communal interaction. Their exploration did not venture far and continuously as did our own. Eventually, the instinct to physically interact would bring them back to the same meeting place that had served them so well, Earth’s solar system.
‘From 146,000 years ago until 14,000 years ago, the Greys had maintained a permanent population in orbit around the Earth to facilitate their huge space craft construction ambitions. They can only stand your gravity for short periods of time, so trips to the surface of Earth, although frequent, rarely lasted for more than a few hours at a time.
‘The difficulties the Greys faced working on the surface of your world eventually led them to the decision to enhance the skills and abilities of the local population. They only did so because they truly believed it to also be beneficial for the eventual evolutionary development of mankind.
‘The first of my race came to Earth on the same Research Ship that awaits your directions now, with a crew of 84. The Space City that currently orbits your Sun was hurling through space at close to the speed of light and had already traveled well past this solar system. It took 640 of your years to launch the Research Ship, travel to your solar system and put it into orbit around your sun. It took an additional 2,000 of your years before the arrival of our Space City.
‘When we first arrived into your solar system, the Greys were jubilant to know that they were not the only advanced intelligent life in the galaxy. They had substantially mastered the art of telepathic communication. Like all advanced races, they were peaceful, focusing their efforts towards exploration of the galaxy and the discoveries of the spiritual age. They had built, and were continuing to build, Space Cities to take their rapidly growing population safely across the vast distances of space.
‘The Greys were a friend to the Earth, or so they had believed up until the time of our arrival. The Earth had been kept safe from cataclysmic events, and you should know, it always will be. The survival of all species was of paramount importance. The Greys
maintained the biodiversity of the Earth with tremendous responsibility. As much as was possible, they left your environment in pristine condition.
‘Early man was recognized as the dominant and emerging intelligent species on Earth. The Grey’s presence could not help but influence your development. You learned to use tools and you learned to trade. You even assisted in some of their mineral extraction endeavors on the surface of Earth.
‘Life was very harsh for early man. The Greys embraced mankind, and they made your lives better, and easier. Thanks to the Greys, you live longer, healthier and happier lives than you might have without their intervention.
‘Mankind was genetically enhanced. You have been advanced, you have been strengthened and saved from the ravages of many plagues, and you have been likened to the Grey’s image. The human race now includes genetic material not of this Earth. You are now possibly millions of years advanced of where we would have normally expected you to be on the evolutionary ladder without their influence.
‘We told the Greys of our experiences of becoming involved with advancing civilizations before the Armageddon event. They never doubted us. They wanted to rectify the situation and asked for our help. Numerous possibilities existed. We even considered eradicating mankind so that a new intelligent species might emerge. But that is not our way.
‘Around 14,000 years ago, after a great deal of studying man, a way to help you survive the Armageddon event was decided upon. All evidence of alien activity on Earth was to be removed as best as possible. A strategy of counter-intervention was decided upon.
‘Everything that could be done to help man’s long term survival was done. The solution to Armageddon had been left on the Earth for you to find at precisely the time it was required. The counter-intervention was in place and having exactly the sort of impact we had hoped for. Then, 2,000 years ago, both races departed the Earth, never to return, never to interfere with the evolutionary path of mankind or the events of Earth again.
‘Mankind will destroy this Earth, that is for certain. But hopefully your species will emerge from the destruction and join the galactic community that peacefully explores this vast galaxy.
‘The Greys have preserved the biodiversity of the Earth aboard the Space City they hope to gift to you one day. It is also hoped that you will one day join us near the center of the galaxy to build a new home world and sow the seeds of life of Earth once more. It is the first time we have
had the opportunity to do such conservation work before without the risk of intervention preventing us.
‘Our Space City has just finished a major renovation with the help of the Greys. The city was being readied for departure from this solar system when we detected atomic fission detonations on Earth. That is how we come to be here together this day.
‘It is imperative that we give mankind its best chance for survival. The counter-intervention strategy must be allowed to continue to work. Knowledge of other worlds and intelligent species must not be allowed to be widely known. You have all the information I am prepared to reveal. The decision of how we proceed from here is now yours.’
With that, completely exhausted, the alien sat down on the flat ground, lay down on its right side and closed its eyes. The act of telepathic communication is much more taxing than that of speech alone.
As Con used his jacket to place under the alien’s head, the rest of the group got up and stretched. Colonel Rafter spoke first.
‘This is still a matter under military control. Colonel Curtis, Major Baker, I suggest we retire to consider our next move.’
The officers retreated to the privacy afforded on the other side of the crashed spaceship once more.
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 2 hours and 7 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Can we take a step back please Evan?’ asked Julius. ‘You mentioned something before, only briefly, and I thought I’d get you to expand on it before the thought was lost.’
‘What was that?’
‘You said that the aliens told you “nature is imperfect . . . by design!” What does that actually infer . . . “by design”?’
‘You’re paying attention Julius. As I’ve mentioned before, telepathic communication is a very efficient and comprehensive communication. When that term was communicated, it came with a rich mosaic of additional understanding and imagery.
‘All advanced aliens believe that our universe was created . . . by design. The alien journey through the Spiritual Age is still in its infancy. However, they’ve projected a future where at the eventual end of the life of our universe, all intelligent species will unite just as the universe collapses back into a single point.
‘There’s a “tipping” point where an energy that causes our universe to expand begins to rapidly diminish relative to a strengthening of gravity. Minute traces of residual energies that resonate in deep space offer proof of previous existences before the “Big Bang”, so the processes of creation and end of our universe have occurred before, possibly infinite times before.
‘At the alien encounter, I envisaged an energy that was unknown to me at the time, but I now believe it to be what we today term as “dark energy”. I’m not sure how it diminishes, but I envisaged a universe to be expanding at a seemingly unstoppable pace, then, something happens . . . a critical point is reached very early in the expected life of the universe as the lower universe density somehow causes a shift in the laws of physics. Gravity, which has been minimal since the “Big Bang”, returns relatively quickly to strength, reins in the expansion and reverses the process to an ultimate single point.
‘Just before the final moments of time in our existence, all surviving advanced spiritual entities unite. They then become one. That “one” becomes the creator, or God, for the next universe as the process of the “Big Bang” is repeated. Our God is merely the composite entity that survived the previous universe; that created the scientific parameters to bring about our “Big Bang”.’
Evan paused, the substance of what he communicated would need a little time to be absorbed.
‘God is the composite entity that survived the previous universe?’ asked Julius thoughtfully. ‘You know something, that’s the first time I’ve ever heard of a credible origin of God. It makes perfect sense.’
‘Each universe is vastly different to any that have gone before it. Each universe is created with its own unique set of scientific parameters designed to create a unique result. Each “God”, or “surviving composite entity,” is as different as each universe, and the contribution they bring to the further evolutionary process.
‘Aliens consider the universe to be like a seed that has been planted, and that the fruit that it eventually bears be harvested for sustenance for a far more advanced evolutionary process. They believe there have possibly been infinite universes, and therefore, an infinite number of Gods. God is not the final stage of evolution, but merely the next stage of the evolutionary ladder. Evolution climbs infinitely, and has done for all eternity.
‘The “all caring, all listening” Gods of our religions here on Earth don’t exist. Our God is unaware of our individual existence. The result is all that matters, and that result is securely in the pipeline already. Our God is off somewhere evolving. He is not likely to be involved in the unfolding of our universe.
‘Scientific observations over millions of years have led the aliens to believe that the results from perfectly identical experiments occasionally deliver an unexpected result, despite having no scientific explanation of how such a varied result is possible. This is proof of the existence of God in their eyes, as there is no possible scientific explanation for their observations. Essentially, Darwinism is correct, with two additions. One addition is that the massive diversification of life is substantially accelerated because nature was “designed” to be deliberately imperfect.’
‘And the second?’ asked Julius now completely absorbed by what he was hearing.
‘The second addition is that evolutionary adaptions are not confined within species. If one species finds an adaption that is beneficial to its survival, it is possible for other species not closely related to still learn and adopt the innovation. The sharing of genetic information between different species can be facilitated through mere interaction. The sharing of genetic information is even possible between advanced alien species from different worlds they’ve discovered. Part of their belief in the unification process at the time of the end of our universe stems from that knowledge.’
‘I knew it!’ said Julius, deliberately trying to slow the momentum of the conversation to a manageable level. ‘Dogs and their owners really do end up growing to look like each other! The aliens’ theory proves it once and for all!’
They both laughed.
‘Seriously though Evan, do they actually believe that their destiny is to become God?’
‘That’s been a point of concern for me for many years Julius. One of several.’
‘What are your other concerns?’ asked Julius.
‘You’re getting ahead of me again,’ said Evan looking a little run down and quite pale from the exercise. Evan looked around as if trying to get the attention of a flight attendant, but his look seemed almost paranoid. ‘Let me organize some fresh drinks and I’ll continue.’
More drinks? thought Julius despondently. Oh great!
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1035 hours
Location: Main Crash Site
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
The officers returned after only a few minutes. The alien’s worsening condition must have motivated them to respond promptly.
‘Everyone gather around please,’ said Major Baker indicating that everyone should move back into position around the alien.
As they gathered around the alien, Major Baker gently helped it back into an upright position. The alien opened its eyes. It was too weak now to sit back on the improvised seat, instead it rested against the tree.
‘I sense that you have not reached a final decision.’
‘Not entirely’ said Colonel Rafter to the alien. ‘But a decision will be forthcoming within minutes we hope. We invite your participation.’ Then towards Major Baker. ‘Major, I think it best for you to run this gathering at this point.’
Major Baker stood, he began to pace as he addressed the group.
‘It was the unanimous decision by the officers that we should agree to the alien request to allow this to be a decision by all of us. If the alien secret is to be maintained, it must be a decision that is made by, and agreed to by . . . everyone.’
There was a general murmur of agreement from everybody.
‘The military personnel here have sworn an enlistment oath to their superior officers and to the President of the United States of America. By not reporting what we’ve found here, and also what we’ve learned here, we will all be breaking that oath.’
The officers looked towards Evan.
‘The intentions and motivations of our alien friend here are not entirely understood by us. However, we believe that the alien has offered sufficient evidence of goodwill for us to reach a conclusion that we should not be revealing what has transpired here. Furthermore, we believe it’s in the best interest of all that we do not pursue further revelation from the alien. We, the officers that is, are confident that the alien’s efforts and advice are entirely focused on the best outcome for mankind.
‘The oath of enlistment does not make allowances for this type of contingency. There are legal precedents where military personnel have defied the orders of senior officers and been vindicated by the circumstances. A degree of discretion is not so unfamiliar when it comes to decision making within the American military. We are exercising discretion here even by allowing this to be decided by a vote.
‘We believe that only if the entire group agrees, and that includes Owens and Fells, can we achieve the alien requirement for secrecy. No one should be put into a position of carrying secrets against their wishes. Should a single discerning voice be heard, the decision will be to hand the contact over to the appropriate authorities whilst still containing knowledge of what has unfolded here as best as we can.
‘Basically gentlemen, the question is this. Do we contain the information to ourselves, or do we entrust it into the care of the military and our government?
‘As Military Police, the sworn duties of Owens and Fells are in sharp contrast to what we may decide here. I suggest we first determine if the act of secrecy can be agreed upon here, before we approach Owens or Fells with the dilemma.’
‘Does anybody want to contribute?’ asked Colonel Rafter of the group.
‘I believe it should remain a decision of the officers,’ said Con. ‘You know better than us how our government will respond. Can such a secret be kept by our politicians, numerous military and other government department personnel?’
‘Possibly,’ responded Major Baker. ‘But I honestly doubt it. I think it’s okay to tell you that we officers are strongly in favor of containing this right here, right now. We will do so only with your absolute agreement and cooperation though. That is how it stands.’
‘I vote that we contain this here and now,’ said Con almost immediately.
‘Me too,’ said Terry.
The group looked to Evan, he was still having some doubts about what the alien was withholding. After a quiet moment of consideration, he responded. ‘It’s unanimous then.’
Major Baker turned to the alien. ‘Call in your Research Ship, you’re going home.’
The alien communicated an enormous sense of relief which was welcomed by the group.
‘Thank you for your trust.’ The alien closed its eyes, lay back down, and pulled the breathing apparatus back over its mouth.
‘What about Owens and Fells?’ enquired Con.
‘Colonels Rafter and Curtis, and I, have already discussed this contingency. We’re going to proceed at this point and assume that we have the full support of Owens and Fells for the decision we’ve taken,’ said Major Baker. ‘If they should disagree, we’ll hand everything we have over to the military immediately. The most imperative action required right now is to get this alien aboard his Research Ship so they can administer the first aid required to save his life.’
‘No matter what happens from this point in time, we must make sure that there’s sufficient opportunity for the Research Ship to rescue the alien,’ Colonel Rafter added. ‘Inter-planetary diplomacy demands it.’
There was general enthusiastic agreement.
Major Baker continued. ‘Fells is guarding our vehicles and assuring our privacy here. Owens, however, has been sent to Roswell to secure some biological hazard containment equipment in case it should be needed. It’ll be some time before he returns and we can speak with him.’
‘Should we be concerned about any biological hazard?’ Colonel Curtis asked of the alien.
‘We have already eliminated that possibility,’ the alien replied. ‘There is no risk at all.’
‘How do we proceed from here?’ Colonel Rafter asked of the group.
The alien quickly took the opportunity to give direction for unfolding events.
‘You should leave immediately, making sure not to retain any evidence of this encounter, or of you ever being here. My rescuers onboard the Research Ship will remove me and all evidence of the crash as much as possible.’
They all got up, ready to leave. Con assisted the alien into a more comfortable position.
‘There is the problem of the small amount of spaceship debris at the other crash site,’ communicated the alien. ‘Can I please entrust your group the task of gathering and fully disposing of all the evidence found there. Some of the technology that may be evident at the site is clearly not of this Earth. It must disappear.’
‘I need to get back to the other crash site as soon as possible then,’ said Major Baker. ‘It’s important that I supervise the cleanup that’s well under way there.’
With all the strength it could muster, the alien sat upright without assistance.
‘Goodbye friends. It has been my great pleasure to have known you, and to have also so quickly earned your trust and respect. This could not have been an easy decision. I thank you. We thank you.’
They watched as the alien lay down, closed his eyes and rested in complete exhaustion.
Thunder rumbled through distant hills as soon as they commenced their return journey. A storm was coming; a big one by the sounds. There was an unnatural sense of urgency to get back to the vehicles. Without a word, the six witnesses to the alien encounter quickly made their way back towards where Fells was waiting. They would try to make as much ground as possible before the weather deteriorated.
The storm front raced across the New Mexico skies with uncommon haste. It occurred to Colonel Curtis that the storm was similar in its ferocity and nature to the one that masked the original disappearance of the spaceship. The Research Ship was making sure it wouldn’t be seen or detected. Very sure!
Within a few minutes of departing the alien crash site, the rain and wind commenced. An immense rolling storm front was quickly bearing down on the group making traversing the landscape extremely difficult.
‘We need to hurry!’ yelled Colonel Curtis, only too aware of the storm’s might to follow. Only he realized at that time the storm’s unnatural origin and awesome destruction it promised.
The heavy downpour made it even more difficult than any of them could’ve imagined getting back to Fells and the location of the vehicles. After more than half an hour of struggling to find their way back, Evan made his way to high ground to try to get some sort of bearing.
If anything, the storm was getting worse. Punishing rains brought flooding creeks that now swept through the gullies and across low ground. It was extremely difficult to find any way forward that wasn’t blocked. The aliens were making a good job of eradicating the evidence.
Finally, through the unrelenting downpour, Evan spotted the intermittent beam from headlights from one of the vehicles in the distance. He took a bearing and then headed back down the slope to join the others. They hadn’t moved at all.
‘This way!’ Evan screamed at the top of his lungs trying to be heard over the storm. It was no use, but the others got the idea and followed.
A little over 50 minutes after leaving the alien, the group finally found their way back to the vehicles. With all seven of them somehow crammed into Evan’s hot rod, Fells addressed the three officers. ‘Sirs. I have been expecting you. The alien has made me privy to all that transpired back at
the crash site. I know the decision that you’ve arrived at, and I fully concur. You have my full support and cooperation.’
‘Amazing,’ commented Major Baker in awe of the communication feat. ‘Thank you Fells, what about Owens, was he also privy to the conversation?’
‘By now Owens has had sufficient time to make his way back to Roswell sir. I don’t believe he was able to monitor events in the same way I was. At least, I believe that to be the case sir,’ offered a confused Fells.
As if the storm somehow sensed that the group had safely made their way back to their vehicles, an enormous wind, characteristic of category five hurricane strength, smashed the environment all around them. Con and Terry made a mad dash for the Austin to wait out the storm. Owens had taken the other car to Roswell, so the three officers and Fells stayed with Evan in the Hot Rod. Despite their urgent need to return, it would be another two hours before they would finally consider it safe enough to risk the few miles drive back to the Sanchos homestead.
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1407 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
As soon as the storm had abated sufficiently, the seven alien witnesses raced back to the Sanchos home so that they could cover their tracks. As they pulled into the driveway, they saw that the house had been substantially damaged. Roofing iron had been torn off above the bedrooms and lay twisted around a leafless tree, a bedroom window had been smashed by a falling tree branch. An elevated water tank on a stand next to the house had been completely blown over, barely missing the house as it fell. Uprooted trees and broken branches were strewn all about. The storm still raged, but not nearly as violently as before.
The army crew sent to clean up the original crash site had at the very least, substantially finished their task by the time the storm hit. They were now bunkered down in the Sanchos home against the storm’s ferocity when the others arrived,
attempting to stem the torrents or rain entering through the various damage upstairs.
Colonels Curtis and Rafter, and Major Baker, braved the lingering tail of the storm to inspect the debris that had been collected at the original crash site. It was contained within the back of one of the army’s 2½-ton 6 X 6WD cargo trucks. It covered almost the entire floor of the truck, about a foot high on average.
Major Baker and Colonel Rafter climbed up into the back of the truck so they could get a better look at what’d been found. In particular, they searched for any evidence of technology that couldn’t easily be explained. After a thorough search, they determined that the wreckage in the truck consisted almost entirely of the “skin” of the spacecraft except for a small amount of material that had a honeycomb type make-up. They assumed that to be part of the frame or structure in some sort of capacity. Satisfied that there was nothing that would create too much interest, the officers headed inside.
‘Could you please assemble the cleanup crew in the living room Sergeant?’ Major Baker asked of the most senior of the group.
Once assembled, flanked by the other officers, Major Baker addressed the crew.
‘Is that all the debris you’ve collected? It’s important that every piece be made available as we attempt to reconstruct the object,’ said the Major.
One of the men stood up and walked over to the Major. He handed him a small piece of foil like material.
‘Thank you,’ said the Major. ‘Is there anybody else that has anything? No?’
‘What you have witnessed here today is highly classified information that you must never discuss with anyone without permission from, and in the presence of, a senior military intelligence officer. That is a direct order gentlemen. What do you do when you are given an order?’ barked Major Baker.
The men all sprang to attention now, saluted and shouted in unison. ‘Yes sir!’ They knew by the Major’s fierce attitude that he meant business.
‘Last chance,’ said Colonel Curtis with extreme menace. ‘Does anybody still hold any of the debris you collected? Hand it over right now and the matter will be forgotten.’
One of the men handed over a tiny piece of foil.
‘Anybody else? This is your last chance!’ Major Baker was yelling now.
Nobody moved. The officers glanced at each other. They now felt completely satisfied that there was no more wreckage to be collected.
‘You may stand at ease now gentlemen,’ said the Major. ‘Thank you for your efforts up to this point. We’re not be going back to the crash site; today’s storm would make it too difficult to find anything that may have been missed.’
The Major thought for a moment; the room remained silent.
‘Project Mogul involves the deployment of very high altitude balloons used for the detection of Soviet atomic tests. The balloons carry top secret, highly sensitive sound wave detection technology that must never fall into the hands of our enemies. Did anybody here see anything that might incorporate the technology I just described?’
The men looked amongst themselves but no one responded.
‘I will be creating a cover story for the debris you’ve recovered,’ said Major Baker pausing for effect. ‘Most likely, we’ll claim the debris to be from a weather balloon. You can tell people it was a weather balloon should you feel the need to say something about your activities here today. Are there any questions gentlemen?’
None were forthcoming. The explanation seemed quite plausible.
‘Leave the vehicle with the crash site debris here for now and take the other truck back,’ instructed Major Baker, then addressing the Sergeant. ‘You and your men are to report back to your Commanding Officer as soon as the storm has sufficiently passed Sergeant.’
The storm had now abated considerably. The Sergeant immediately assembled the troops with their belongings and departed.
‘Nice job,’ Colonel Rafter whispered to the Major. ‘Even I believe the cover story.’
Not long after the cleanup crew departed, Major Baker attempted to call his office to make urgent contact with Owens. The phone line was completely dead. The storm had likely brought the lines down. The aliens had done a thorough job. There was nothing to do but wait for Owens to return as per his orders.
‘What should we do with the crash debris?’ asked Colonel Rafter.
‘I’ll dispose of it,’ offered Con. ‘We can put it into my shed for now. Once the storm has passed, I can take the bulldozer out and dig a hole somewhere that nobody will ever find. Nobody will ever know where that hole is except me.’
There was universal agreement.
While waiting for Owens, everyone helped to unload the truck into a shed behind the house. Once the rain had completely stopped, Terry took Evan and Fells to the first crash site to see if any debris had been left behind. Their task was to determine if there was any further clean up required. After several hours, they returned to report that it was virtually impossible for them to identify the original crash site location. The storm had completely upheaved the entire landscape.
The three officers had only just returned from the main crash site themselves. Flooding had completely altered the landscape there as well they said. There was not a piece of evidence to be found.
While they were all gone, Con got the bulldozer out and crushed everything left of the crash debris that wouldn’t burn. It compacted down to a size no bigger than a typical large motorcycle. It was now loaded onto the back of his Austin truck ready to be buried somewhere. There was nothing to do now except wait for Owens.
. . .
Date: Saturday, July 5, 1947
Time: 1922 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
It was several more hours before Owens finally returned with materials that could be employed in the event of a biological hazard. It’d been a difficult task to secure the items without drawing undue attention, but he’d succeeded. As instructed, he’d returned alone. The group gathered in the living room to discuss what had transpired.
‘Did you have any trouble with the storm?’ Colonel Rafter asked of Owens.
‘I wasn’t aware of any storm sir until I tried to make my way back out here,’ replied Owens. ‘The roads were impassable with flooding, so I headed back into town and waited a couple of hours before trying again. I then made it back to where the vehicles had been parked. When I saw that you’d left that location, I came back here.’
‘Have you mentioned to anybody about anything that occurred today?’ asked Major Baker.
‘No sir. I followed my orders to the letter. I managed to secure most of what you required without being questioned sir, and without being seen as much as possible.’
‘Good work Owens,’ said Colonel Curtis smiling. Owens was a highly-valued member of the 509th. He could always be counted on. ‘We have a lot that we need to tell you.’
Con, Terry and Fells had worked a miracle in the kitchen. They brought out a feast of thick tender steak, fried eggs, whole baked potatoes and lashings of beans.
‘Let’s eat first,’ suggested Con cheerfully.
There was no argument.
. . .
‘I’m sorry sir,’ said Owens. ‘I can’t agree to what you ask of me. It doesn’t seem right.’ Everybody was absolutely stunned. They didn’t expect Owens to go against the group.
The briefing to Owens of what had transpired in his absence took more than an hour. It didn’t go as well as it could have. Without experiencing the alien’s actions and influence first hand, Owens was suspicious of the alien motives and he clearly stated so. He wouldn’t agree to the veil of secrecy that’d been agreed to by the others.
Con realized that Owens was uncomfortable with his isolated position and the tension within the room so he took the decision to give Owens some much needed support. The officers understood Con’s intention and welcomed the interjection.
‘We’d anticipated your response,’ said Con gently. ‘It was agreed that if any single person dissented, that person’s right to do so would be upheld and we would report the encounter to the authorities.’
Owens appreciated the sentiment from Con.
‘If that is how you feel Owens,’ said Major Baker after a moment. ‘We all stand with you united. A course of action reporting the encounter has always remained open.’
‘That’s correct,’ added Colonel Curtis. ‘Your decision will be upheld without question.’
‘Thank you very much sirs,’ said Owens. ‘But I was never in any doubt that would be the case. Do you all mind if I take some time to consider my decision before making it final?’
The officers considered the proposition and nodded in agreement.
‘Of course,’ replied Colonel Curtis. ‘Con, I’d give just about anything for a stiff drink right now. It’s been one hell of an incredible day. Do you have anything?’
Con, Terry and Evan all looked sheepishly at each other and smiled.
‘I might have a little something out back,’ said Con nonchalantly, not wanting to spoil the surprise of what secret really lay out back.
. . .
A good meal followed by some quality home brewed bourbon left the group in good spirits. Whatever problems they faced seemed less daunting now. Colonel Rafter, as senior officer, addressed all that were present.
‘The phone lines are still down and we’re likely to be out of communication for some time. We’ve had maybe a little too much good bourbon to drive. I suggest that we all get a good night’s rest and consider our alternatives in the morning,’ then turning to Owens. ‘Is that satisfactory for you Owens? Can we be confident of your input in the light of morning?’
‘Sir,’ replied Owens now feeling much more relaxed after a few drinks. ‘You can be assured that I will remain here until the morning.’
‘Terry, Evan, grab the bedding and bring it downstairs into the living room,’ said Con.
Owens was now quite drunk. ‘I do intend to head back to Roswell later in the morning after further consultation with you all. I’ll keep an open mind as I don’t believe you took the course of action that you did lightly. However, I feel I should warn you, I’m a loyal and obedient soldier first and foremost. I have sworn an oath to my country, my superiors in the military, and the President of the United States of America.’
Fells laughed out loud at the hilarious inebriated state of his fellow MP.
Before turning in, the three officers conferred quietly out on the front porch.
‘What the hell are we gonna do now?’ asked Major Baker of his fellow officers. ‘We’re guilty of treason!’
Hearing those words being spoken out loud impacted heavily on all three officers. The reality of their predicament was suddenly very real, and very dire.
‘Do we live by our words as we committed to at the crash site?’ asked Colonel Curtis. ‘We could just deny everything. We could say that Owens is crazy. There is no crash debris, no space ships and no aliens to be found anywhere. No evidence will exist at all except for the witnessing of events by the personnel here. What do you think?’
‘I think we get a good night’s sleep,’ said Colonel Rafter trying to calm the conversation. ‘Tomorrow is a brand-new day. Who knows what it’ll bring.’
With that the group retired for the night. Except for Evan, none of them had slept for more than a day. Sleep would hopefully deliver a solution in the morning.
. . .
Date: Sunday, July 6, 1947
Time: 0607 hours
Location: Sanchos Home
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Con and Fells share a love of cooking it seemed; they whipped up a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, pancakes, hash browns and strong coffee. Terry and Evan made themselves busy with putting all the bedding back in place. When they eventually all sat down to eat there was very little conversation. It wasn’t just the bourbon from the previous night, the eventual decision by Owens weighed heavily on everyone’s mind. Especially Owens.
Three generations of Sanchos women and Terry’s younger brother were staying in town with Con’s brother for the weekend to enjoy the Fourth of July celebrations. Con was grateful they weren’t around to get caught up in the events that were still unfolding. However, he’d need to push the morning’s agenda, they were due home at any moment.
Major Baker felt that he’d failed to adequately communicate the turn of events that had unfolded at the crash site the previous day. If he’d done so, Owen’s decision would surely be the same as the decision agreed to by the others. For this reason, he decided not to chair the morning’s meeting.
Colonel Rafter wasn’t previously known to Owens. The officers felt that to be fair to Owens, the meeting should be under the direction of an officer that Owens wouldn’t normally answer to.
Everybody made their way into the living room well prepared for the task of making some tough decisions. The mood was positive, but apprehensive.
‘Thank you Con,’ started Colonel Rafter still feeling a little hung over from the previous night. ‘You’re an excellent host.’
‘Sir, if I may speak first?’ interjected Owens standing up unexpectedly.
‘Of course,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Speak freely Owens. You should know by now that the officers have all agreed there’s no privilege of rank here today. We are all to be considered of equal standing.’
‘I’ve had a very restless night,’ said Owens. ‘I’m not comfortable going against the decision that was made by everybody else. I believe I may have found a suitable compromise however.’
Colonel Rafter sat down giving Owens the floor.
‘You should know that I have the greatest respect for you all. I believe that if I had been present at the time the decision was made, things may have turned out very differently. Who can say?’
There was a pause while Owens gathered his thoughts. Nobody spoke.
‘I do know this. If I return and report what has happened here, and what your actions have been, it will cause us all a lot of trouble. So, I’ve come to a decision.’
Colonel Rafter tried to speak but Owens was determined to have his say.
‘I wanted no part of your deception at first, but, that may not be practical. I don’t want to get you in trouble with the government or the military. I propose a compromise,’ said Owens now speaking directly to Major Baker. ‘Sir, early yesterday morning when I first reported for duty here, I was feeling very sick. Rather than accompany you on your quest with Colonel Rafter and Fells, you sent me home for a few days sick leave. I propose that I leave here immediately, and report back for duty at the Roswell airfield first thing tomorrow morning. We never speak of these events again. Can it be done?’
‘Owens, I think you need to hear more about what transpired in your absence so that you can better understand the reason for our decision,’ said Colonel Rafter standing once again. ‘It was the selfless actions of the alien that . . .’
‘Sir, with the greatest respect, I don’t want to know,’ said Owens cutting the Colonel off mid-sentence. ‘You’ve all been somehow influenced by the alien. You seem to believe that the alien intentions are honorable. I’m happy to accept that, but please don’t ask me to understand the alien influence over you sir.’
Colonel Rafter was about to refute Owens observations when Colonel Curtis stopped him.
‘We’ll respect your decision Owens if that’s what you choose,’ said Colonel Curtis looking directly at Colonel Rafter.
‘Who have you spoken to since you left the crash site?’ asked Major Baker following the lead set by Colonel Curtis.
‘Nobody of consequence sir. I masked all my movements, and I made no mention of the events of yesterday.’
‘It can be done,’ said Major Baker looking at the other officers for confirmation. Addressing the group, he asked . . . ‘Are we in agreement then?’
There was agreement all round.
‘Owens, you should leave immediately,’ said Colonel Curtis. ‘I’m granting you two days leave due to illness as of yesterday morning. Thank you for your decision.’
Without speaking another word, Owens grabbed his few personal possessions, walked out of the living room and made his way to the Army jeep. He didn’t even look back. Nobody spoke as they listened while the jeep engine started and then slowly disappeared into the distance.
‘I think we’ve done it,’ said Major Baker, obviously in a jubilant mood. ‘The existence of the aliens and what happened here over the past couple of days will never be known by anybody outside this room and Owens.’
Colonel Rafter wasn’t looking as happy as the rest of them. He was concerned about Owens’s observation that they were under alien influence. As it didn’t seem to concern the others he let it slide for now.
There was one thing left to do before they parted on that day, Sunday, July 6th, 1947. Each of the seven remaining men at the Sanchos Ranch took an oath. An oath that they would never reveal to anyone, for any reason, the alien existence or what had transpired there.
You’ve reached the end of Chapter 6.
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