Welcome back to my sample readers.
This is the continuation of Part 2.
Chapter Seven –
We should never have trusted the aliens
“World War II, the atomic bomb, the Cold War, made it
hard for Americans to continue their optimism.”
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 3 hours and 10 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Did anybody ever break their oath?’ asked Julius. ‘Before now I mean.’
‘There’ve been a few incidents over the years that made me wonder,’ said Evan. ‘Owens apparently leaked a couple of things, but without physical evidence and someone to back it up . . . well, whatever he leaked, it never found credibility. Sometime during the 1950s, Owens went through a prolonged and expensive divorce. He may have been tempted to try and cash in on what he knew.’
‘Where were the other possible leaks?’
‘I’ve occasionally thought that one or more of the cleanup crew still might have souvenired some of the crash debris,’ said Evan. ‘There was rumors from the 1960s onwards of crash debris from Roswell being in the hands of the military who then passed it on to the private sector as part of some deal . . . an exchange or something.’
‘I’m well aware of those rumors Evan,’ said Julius. ‘Evidence of that nature would be impossible to keep under wraps though if it were true I’d imagine.’
‘Exactly,’ said Evan. ‘The crash debris collected by the cleanup crew wasn’t the sort of material to reveal insights into new technologies. The debris from the first crash site was made up of the skin of the spacecraft and probably frame or structural material. Nothing else. No wiring. No electronics. No technology of any sort other than what might be concealed within the composition and design of the materials. The wreckage was incredibly light. As light and as thin as a modern aluminum can, but considerably stronger.
‘Con Sanchos confirmed that at the time of discovering the original crash site, he searched through the wreckage quite thoroughly. All he ever found was the outside shiny shell, which occasionally had some thicker frame type material attached. He actually thought that the frame might be silver painted balsa wood.
‘Claims that reverse engineering such debris led to inventing transistors, the laser, the integrated circuit and more seem far-fetched. There’s also claims that the
spacecraft was made using, or including biological materials. I read somewhere that a blue fluid oozed from the wreckage.’
‘I can’t see how it could be true,’ said Evan. ‘No such thing ever materialized in all my time of being in contact with the alien or the wreckage. No blue fluids. No laser beams. No whiz-bang communication devices. It was a very basic spacecraft, Julius. They used only telepathic communication as far as I could tell, no electronic communication seemed evident for the crew. Given how light everything was, and that most of the spacecraft seemed to be dedicated to propulsion, I believe there wasn’t excessive technology onboard. The crashed spaceship was designed to get in and out quickly with a crew of three, that’s all. If something was found other than the skin or frame of the ship, it’s something none of us ever saw.’
‘What about the alien bodies that were supposedly discovered?’ asked Julius. ‘There’s been so much evidence of the military having “something” in their possession.’
Evan couldn’t contain himself, he laughed out loud. ‘That, my friend, is a very, very funny story. You’re absolutely right. They had “something” in their possession alright.’
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ said Julius. ‘You have a captive audience.’
The flight attendant saw Evan motion for two more scotches. Just as Julius was about to protest, Evan said . . . ‘They’re both for me.’
Once the drinks had arrived, Evan began.
‘A couple of days after the encounter, Major Baker came sneaking into my barracks. He was nervous, constantly looking around as if there might be someone following him. He wanted an urgent meeting. He was in big trouble apparently, everything was about to be uncovered and he needed our help.’
. . .
Date: Wednesday, July 9, 1947
Time: 1840 hours
Location: Sanchos Ranch
Grain Storage and Horse Stable Shed
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Con Sanchos pulled up with Terry at the old timber and tin roof, horse and grain shed situated about 200 yards south of the homestead on the road heading towards Roswell. They got out of the old Austin truck and began to prepare for their visitors due to arrive within the next 20 minutes.
Terry had some yellow paint and used it to paint a cross on the road to mark the entrance gate to the property. You couldn’t afford to stray off course when passing through the narrow gate as there were irrigation ditches on either side.
Con unloaded some old but very comfortable lounge chairs and a huge old rug from the back of the truck. They’d been damaged in the storm; Con’s wife relishing the opportunity to redecorate the entire house and throw out the old furnishings. The floor of the shed was dirt, and the whole shed was in a very rundown state. Con had decided that if these meetings were to be regular, they might as well make themselves comfortable. It was a good excuse to fix up the old shed a bit anyway as he often spent time out here. It was home to the bulk of his quite substantial bootleg whiskey operation.
Inside the shed, Con had previously set up some kerosene lamps, a large barrel of water, an old table with seven chairs, and a cast iron wood burning stove next to the entrance. Con lit a fire in the stove and started to prepare coffee for his guests. If anything, he was a considerate host.
Terry moved the old Austin truck to a discreet position behind the shed in order that their presence not be detected by passing vehicles. He then waited by the roadside in case the others missed the markings. Several minutes later, he could hear Evan’s V8 roaring towards him at a speed many might consider as being less than safe. Maximum revs were reached in each gear followed by a quick gear change and full throttle applied straight away; 85 horsepower of high-speed adrenalin.
Struggling to keep up, Colonel Curtis cursed the near out-of-sight driver he was doing his utmost to keep up with. The World War II surplus jeep couldn’t hope to maintain that pace. The three officers onboard were very exposed to the elements with the sides completely open and the headlights attracting every damned bug that the “composite entity that had survived the previous universe” (God) had thought to put on this Earth. Colonel Rafter was sitting next to the angry Colonel Curtis and laughed inwardly. He imagined Cadet Armstrong being assigned some rather unpleasant duties in the not too distant future.
Terry waved the noisy V8 with Evan and Fells through the gate, then patiently waited for the jeep. Once the officers were inside the property, Terry closed the gate and directed the vehicles to the seclusion afforded behind the shed.
‘Fresh coffee, cornbread, and cake if you’d like to help yourselves,’ announced Con as the others entered the shed. Everybody, even Terry, was highly impressed with the improvised meeting place. Con had put a lot of thought and effort into their needs and comfort for these meetings. It was perfect for their clandestine purpose in every way. ‘Or something a little stronger perhaps?’
Major Baker wasted no time. He looked about the shed to make sure he had everyone’s attention.
‘Thank you to everyone for coming at my request at such short notice. Colonel Rafter, I thank you, in particular, it’s quite a journey from California to Roswell.’
Colonel Rafter nodded his appreciation.
‘I wanted to speak to you about what happened yesterday with my superiors in Air Force Intelligence and give you the heads up on what you might soon be facing.’
Colonel Rafter was clearly anxious to speak. Seeing him stand up the Major gave up the floor.
‘If you hadn’t called this meeting Major, I certainly would have. I’ve already been grilled over the phone by Intel, and I expect them to turn up at Muroc at any time.’
‘I got the same call Colonel,’ interrupted Colonel Curtis. ‘We need to get our stories straight!’
‘Exactly!’ said Major Baker. ‘I’m all in a twist. They know I’m lying. I don’t like deceiving my superiors . . . I’m just not a good liar.’
‘Fells, Armstrong, have you been approached yet?’ asked Colonel Rafter.
‘Con? Terry?’ asked Colonel Rafter.
‘About an hour ago I got a call from some fellow. He said he was with Military Intelligence or something like that,’ said Con. ‘He wanted to bring some of “his people” out to look over the crash site. He asked if I’d be able to take them to the actual sight. I told him it’d be okay if they could wait until after lunch tomorrow. I have an auction to attend in town in the morning.’
‘My superiors consider the Air Force Intelligence office at Roswell to have been “compromised” for the time being,’ confessed Major Baker reluctantly. ‘We’ve been stood down in all matters relating to the crash site. I can tell you Con that you’ll be dealing with some tough personnel that will be flown in from Washington, and they’re the top of their profession. Don’t underestimate them.’
‘Okay, we have tonight to get our stories straight,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Were you able to dispose of the wreckage okay Con?’
‘Buried discretely on a distant abandoned property more than 20 miles from here,’ said Con. ‘It’ll never be found, I guarantee it.’
‘Excellent Con, well done!’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Major, you called this meeting. I suggest you run it.’
‘Thank you, Colonel,’ said Major Baker standing up again to address the group. ‘Yesterday’s newspaper gentlemen.’
The Major was holding up a copy of the previous day’s edition of the local Roswell newspaper. It read “RAAF Captures Flying Saucer on Ranch in Roswell Region”.
‘Just so you know,’ said the Major referring to the front-page article.
Con took the paper from the Major and passed it around.
‘Can I start by asking you about the nature of your conversation with Intel Colonel Rafter?’
‘Yes of course,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Just this morning I submitted a work-in-progress report on the bogey that entered the Nevada no-fly zone. Basically, I said that in my opinion, it wasn’t a manned aircraft, but some sort of long-range unmanned surveillance craft possibly sent by the Russians to spy on the Nevada testing. I said it went wildly off course and most likely crashed somewhere near the Grand Canyon. I pointed out that I still had several interviews to conduct before I’d be able to submit my final report with conclusions.
‘Intel rang me shortly after I submitted the report and asked me if I still stood by those assumptions given the radar contact made by White Sands and also that a B-29 Superfortress made contact over the Cibola National Park. I told them “yes, but as I am still making investigations and conducting interviews for my final report, my position might change”. Then they asked if they could come and see me sometime next week, to which I agreed, but I suggested that they wait for my final report to Commanding General Roger Ramey was completed and approved to be forwarded on to the Pentagon.’
‘Colonel Rafter and I have spoken at length on this subject already,’ interrupted Colonel Curtis again. ‘We thought it’d be beneficial to separate the sightings and discredit any notion of an alien spacecraft. My summary report supported the observation of the Commanding Officer aboard the Superfortress that engaged the “alleged” bogey in the storm. He said that he believed there was, in fact, no bogey, and that what they saw was merely lightning being reflected by ice particles at the leading edge of the storm.
‘I pointed out that the velocity and altitude of our bogey were completely different to that of the bogey reported over Nevada. I also noted that the bogey contact made by White Sands was entirely consistent with other multiple contacts made over the previous weeks. Whatever it was that they detected in those multiple contacts, it was the same as they detected last Thursday. Those sightings could not have had anything to do with the Nevada sighting as they happened consistently, and over many days.’
‘Did they question you about what you witnessed at the crash site?’ asked Major Baker.
‘Yes,’ said Colonel Curtis. ‘But only briefly. I told them that I didn’t go to the actual crash site, but instead went to check up on Cadet Armstrong when I got caught in an unexpected storm.’
‘I haven’t been questioned on my time here at the ranch,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘But they know that I was here, and also that I returned here today, so it’s only a matter of time.’
‘Excellent work gentlemen,’ said Major Baker. ‘I was questioned at great length by my superiors who flew in from Washington yesterday afternoon. They grilled me until late in the evening and unfortunately, I was forced to improvise some of my answers. It’s important that you each know what I said so that you support the testimony I have given as best as possible.’
There was general agreement and understanding from the group. Major Baker continued.
‘Arriving at the Sanchos Ranch, I took a quick look at the crash debris with Con and immediately recognized it as a balloon from a top secret military project that I can’t divulge to civilians or lower ranks, sorry gentlemen. I then went back to the Sanchos homestead to await a cleanup crew and some assistance in guarding the crash site.’
‘I think it’s a good idea to stick as close to the truth as possible,’ said Con.
The Major was grateful for Con’s comment, even if it was a little obvious.
‘Armstrong arrives, I send him to his post to the north,’ continued the Major. Evan was about to speak but the Major stared him down. It could wait.
‘Early the next morning, very early, Colonel Curtis arrives at the Sanchos home. Upon learning that the crash debris is merely an experimental balloon and that the collection of the debris is already underway, he decides to inform Armstrong that he should go home. Con and Terry offer to drive the Colonel to Armstrong’s location. When they catch up to Armstrong, he’s fallen asleep with his headlights on. You all stay to help him start his car, which turns out to be more difficult than expected.
‘Colonel Rafter, Owens, and Fells turn up a little later at the homestead. Concerned that Colonel Curtis and the others haven’t turned up, we go to investigate. I send Owens home at this point as he is not feeling well.
‘When we arrive at the location where Armstrong’s car has broken down, myself, Colonel Rafter and Colonel Curtis take the opportunity to discuss events of the past couple of days. We lose track of time when the storm hits unexpectedly. Are we all on board so far?’
There is a general murmur of agreement from the group. The Major pauses so that anyone can add something if they feel the need. As nobody speaks, he decides to continue.
‘We eventually get back to the Sanchos home once the storm eases somewhat, dismiss the cleanup crew, and decide that for security reasons, it’s best to take back the crash debris in the truck ourselves.
‘As we’re about to leave, the truck gets bogged. We unload the truck in order to free it from the bog. I decide that it’s best to burn the experimental balloon wreckage rather than leave it lying around. That way we’re not in a position of having to produce the debris. Everybody still on board?’
As nobody still spoke, the Major continued.
‘Rather than head home, Armstrong decides to stay with the officers overnight at the Sanchos homestead to assist with the truck in the morning. We get the truck moving in the morning and all leave, grateful to our generous host. That’s about it.’
‘Sounds like a simple and manageable story to me,’ said Colonel Rafter.
There was general agreement again.
‘Now I have some far more difficult problems for us to consider,’ said Major Baker. ‘Intel are about to launch a thorough investigation.’
‘Why? asked Evan.
‘They don’t believe a blasted word of it!’ said Major Baker. ‘So be on your toes, and stick to the story like glue. Let me go over it one more time . . . ‘
. . .
‘The biggest headache you can help me with is the media,’ said Major Baker. ‘We need to quieten them down. They’re stirring up a hornet’s nest back at the Pentagon.’
‘I can confirm that,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘Interest in my pending report is extremely high. I’m under enormous pressure to deliver the report with conclusions in as short a time as possible. The Pentagon aren’t sure how to respond to the incursion and are pressing hard for the facts. The President himself has asked for regular updates.’
‘How did the media even find out about this sir?’ asked Fells.
Major Baker was about to speak when Con interrupted.
‘My fault! At least I think I might have been the cause,’ confessed Con. ‘I’d been listening to the radio about all these flying discs being spotted around the area over the past few weeks. When I spotted the crash debris, I immediately assumed it to be one of the discs they were talking about. Even before calling the Sheriff, I told a lot of people, and to be entirely truthful, I may have embellished the story just a little.’
‘Me too,’ added Terry rather meekly.
‘It can’t be a coincidence, can it?’ asked Colonel Rafter. ‘The aliens must have been sending out other spacecraft, which means that the story the alien gave us about not being prepared for our technology was false.’
‘The alien wasn’t lying . . . or at least I don’t think it was lying,’ said Major Baker. ‘The Eighth Air Force has been experimenting with materials and designs that offer minimal radar profile as well as electronic radar jamming technology. The sightings at White Sands generally correlate with confirmed testing in their area by the Eighth. The problem is, nobody at White Sands has sufficient clearance to be told what the Eighth has been up to. Hence the confusion. That’s the military for you.’
There was general amusement at the comment.
‘But very beneficial for our cause of deception,’ added Con.
‘The local radio station aired the story Saturday afternoon,’ said Major Baker. ‘Then, to make things worse, a further press release was issued Monday morning from the public information office without my knowledge. Whoever released it, well, they aren’t owning up to it so far. It doesn’t matter now anyway. It’s out there and it is a huge embarrassment to my office that should’ve scrutinized the press release before it was released. Despite my assurances to the local Roswell newspaper editor that there were no UFOs, they took up the story yesterday. Front page!’
‘What can we do?’ asked Colonel Curtis.
‘The most important thing we can do is discredit the reports in the media and attempt to contain the damage,’ said Major Baker. ‘We must not allow the media to
link the events over Nevada, with the contacts in New Mexico, and then also link those events with the debris found here. I’m reasonably confident, that if we stick to our stories, the media and the military won’t pursue the links.’
‘I’m sorry Major, but I have to disagree completely,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘The officers in charge of all three events are clearly placed together here at Roswell for an extended period of time. We might be able to keep this from the media, but the military will be scrutinizing this much more thoroughly I imagine.’
‘I agree,’ offered Colonel Curtis thoughtfully. ‘I think we need to come up with something more.’
‘I have an idea,’ said Con sounding pleased with himself. ‘When Intel come here tomorrow, I’ll tell them that I actually first noticed the debris several days earlier. It wasn’t until much later that I had sufficient time to investigate properly. It was only at that time I called the Sheriff.’
‘What about the explosion you reported hearing? How will you explain that away?’ asked Major Baker.
‘I’ll say that Terry was playing around with some fireworks getting ready for the fourth of July celebrations,’ offered Con.
‘Brilliant! That means the wreckage found by you and Terry cannot possibly be from the bogey sighted in Nevada,’ said Major Baker sounding relieved. ‘I’ll include that prominently in my up-dated report which is due tomorrow.’
‘I have another idea,’ said Con now feeling rather clever. ‘The local radio station is keen to get me in for an interview. I’ll be in town tomorrow morning so I can do the interview then. I can take some pieces of a weather balloon with me and say that this is the strange material I found on site.’
‘Of course,’ said Major Baker. ‘I must say Con . . . well done! When you hand them pieces of a weather balloon, they won’t want you showing anyone else. It’s a definite killjoy.’
‘Thank you, Major, is there anything else I can help the military with?’ asked Con in jest.
The Major considered Con’s offer for a moment before replying.
‘Actually Con . . . there is.’
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 3 hours and 48 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘When Major Baker ordered Owens to go to Roswell to collect resources in case of a biohazard, he also sent him to the local funeral parlor to get three small coffins, preferably ones that could be completely sealed. They didn’t have any, but they said that they could have them delivered on Monday afternoon. Well, Owens took the initiative, and he ordered the coffins . . . in Major Baker’s name, to be delivered to Major Baker “personally”.
‘The Major had no idea at all that the coffins had actually been ordered . . . Owens completely forgot to mention it before he left us that day. Right on time on Monday afternoon, the coffins arrived at the base in the Major’s absence, and caused quite a stir as you can imagine.’
‘I remember reading about those coffins,’ said Julius. ‘I never imagined they really existed.’
‘They certainly did exist,’ insisted Evan. ‘The biggest headache of all for the Major was those three child-size coffins. They’d been specifically ordered, in his name, specified to be “airtight” and “delivered urgently”, leaving Major Baker fumbling for acceptable answers.
‘After initially denying all knowledge of the coffins, the Major was forced to alter his story by saying that he recalled that there’d been three dead cows badly deteriorated near the crash site and that he may have instructed “someone” to remove the carcasses out of the debris area for later examination. Perhaps that person showed initiative and ordered the coffins when they returned to Roswell?
‘None of the cleanup crew supported his story. It was the beginning of the end for Major Baker. They knew without any doubt that he was deceiving them about something. That was the catalyst that brought the C.I.A. into play.’
‘Is that how the rumors started about the three dead aliens?’ asked Julius.
‘There’s more to it, stop jumping ahead,’ said Evan in a mock dressing down. ‘The storm had caused considerable damage. More than 40 head of cattle had died. The very young calves were the most vulnerable. Con came up with the idea to put three of the dead calves to the side of the crash site area.
‘The next afternoon, when he took the men from Intel to the crash site, he made sure that the badly decomposed corpses were spotted. They’d been ravaged by birds and
animals, and also by the storm’s ferocity. A huge colony of ants was systematically dismantling the remains that were left. The corpses weren’t readily recognizable as calves.
‘Con told the Intel men that he had originally found the corpses amongst the crash debris, but someone, or something, had obviously moved them aside. The coffins were eventually used after all when the Intel officers decided to take the corpses for later examination, so Major Baker’s credibility was at least partially redeemed.
‘Over the next few days, those coffins were apparently shipped halfway across the country, eventually arriving in Washington for post-mortem examination. There had been many involved in the transportation who actually believed them to contain aliens. Military Intelligence involvement only served to feed the rumors.’
‘Oh, my God that’s hilarious,’ said Julius. ‘How did the interviews go at the radio station?’
‘Con was a bit of a ham actor we soon learned,’ said Evan thinking back. ‘Back at the base the following morning, I sat in my car with Fells, and we listened to the radio. They were spruiking the interview with Con and advising the audience that they’d soon have “actual alien spaceship wreckage” in the studio. The “cloak of military cover-up” would be lifted. Honestly, the whole town was talking about it.
‘Earlier that morning I’d met discreetly with Major Baker. He gave me pieces of a high-tech weather balloon to pass onto Con. Con came well prepared; he wrapped the pieces reverently in an old blanket he’d brought with him. Then, before he walked into the radio station, he put on a huge pair of gumboots, an over-sized yellow raincoat and hat, and an old pair of gardening gloves. “Stand back” he yelled, “stand back”, as he entered the station holding the blanket cautiously well out in front of him. Everyone stood well back, fearful of the contents.
‘Con refused to unwrap the blanket until they were “live on air”. It was “too dangerous to be exposed to the contents for prolonged periods” he claimed. Before the final unwrapping, Con removed a pair of safety goggles from the pocket of his raincoat and carefully put them on making sure their fit was perfect. The radio announcer was very nervous. He moved as far away as possible and towards the exit. The anticipation, the buildup, the . . . absolute silence as the radio interviewer realized what he was looking at. Ha, ha. Rubber and balsa wood. Plain old rubber and balsa wood.
‘Admittedly, the balsa wood did carry some rather odd markings. We never did figure out what they were. But that was the death of the hype in the media. It was a sudden, and for the radio station, very painful death.
‘Con kept those same pieces of weather balloon for years. Anytime some curious UFO researcher came knocking at his door, Con would quickly dress up in his improvised biohazard outfit and excitedly go get his trophies to show off. There were many hundreds of disappointed and disillusioned visitors to the Sanchos Ranch. It wasn’t long before their numbers dwindled.’
So, thanks to Con, you were off the hook with media and the military?’ asked Julius.
‘Pretty much. Except that Major Baker had been branded a liar earlier on. It stained his record. It was something that his career would sadly never recover from. The military considered him as being possibly “compromised”.’
‘Were there other meetings of the group?’ asked Julius.
‘Yes, five in total. Several months later, Colonel Rafter asked for the group to meet for the second time,’ said Evan. ‘He was certain that we were fueling a future war with Russia.
‘The incursion into U.S. airspace that was detected by the 637th Aircraft Control and Warning Squadron was proof of technology well advanced of anything the United States could effectively respond to. Colonel Rafter’s final report confirmed that. The Pentagon used the incident to canvas government for greater funding. No other singular event had a greater influence on military expenditure at that time according to Colonel Rafter.
‘In August of 1947, Colonel Rafter, and the Airforce Flight Test Centre that he commanded, were substantially relocated to Home Base in Nevada. That’s the infamous location known as Area 51 today,’ said Evan. ‘He was still headquartered in California, but he now commanded a significant presence at the new facility.
‘I’m aware of that,’ said Julius. ‘I’m also aware of the huge amount of weapons technology research funding that was applied to Area 51. History tends to condemn our actions through this time, and particularly our expenditure on research into weapons technology.’
‘The infrastructure at Home Base was minimal in those early years. It was operating as a division of the Edwards base in California. Colonel Rafter chose to base himself in California for operational efficiency, but operate all “Black Ops” testing of aircraft and weaponry strictly from the Groom Lake airstrip, as inadequate as it was.
‘Well, Colonel Rafter personally witnessed the unintended consequences of our deception better than anyone. He was under enormous pressure to reach certain milestones; milestones measured against the intruder’s performance that day into American airspace. Breaking the sound barrier and new altitude records were not met with celebration, so much as relief.
‘The Pentagon was convinced that our military capabilities were considerably at a disadvantage when compared with those of Russia. As each new weapon became operational, Colonel Rafter couldn’t help but wonder if so much emphasis would’ve been placed on military expenditure but for our deception.’
. . .
Date: Thursday, October 16, 1947
Time: 2338 hours
Location: Sanchos Ranch
Grain Storage and Horse Stable Shed
Northwest of Roswell, NM, USA
Colonel Rafter was angry, very angry. He’d come to Roswell expecting full support for his cause. He paced the rug on the floor of the old wooden shed trying, but failing, to regain his composure.
‘I respectfully remind you, Colonel, that you swore an oath. We all swore an oath,’ said Major Baker also getting a little bit hot under the collar. ‘There are no superior ranks here Colonel. If you remember, it was you who insisted that we be considered as equals. If you do as you say, you’re placing yourself above all of us. I’m confident that was never your intention, but it will be the case if you act against the wishes of the majority.’
The meeting had been running for hours without resolution. The others felt that Colonel Rafter was using his position of authority to push the agenda, and the outcome, in his favor. They were entirely correct.
The Major’s words served only to fuel the Colonel’s anger. He was not used to being addressed in such a way by a lower rank. He was struggling to accept the “equal” status of them all.
‘Major, with all due respect to all of you, you don’t seem to understand where this is leading,’ said Colonel Rafter. ‘There is a fever, a sickness, growing within the psychology of the military. It’s infected the Pentagon, and it’s spreading through our Federal Government. Truman’s “Doctrine of Containment” is like an incubator for this sickness.
‘They’re calling for war; war while we have the nuclear advantage. They’re calling for war before it is too late. A nuclear war that they believe we can’t lose. They truly believe that Russia has a huge technological edge. Those fools, they’re scared of their own shadows.
‘Evidence of Russian military technological superiority is non-existent except for one single incursion . . . the alien incursion. Nothing the Russians have is currently beyond our own capacity to combat immediately or in the very near future. They don’t have the technological edge that Washington fears.
‘The private sector feeds these fears. I’m forced to work with the bastards. They’re nothing but greedy, evil war mongers. As the sickness grows, so too do their profits. They won’t stop until they destroy the whole God damned planet.’
‘Maybe this is the Armageddon the alien told us of?’ offered Con.
The Colonel was approaching exhaustion. He couldn’t maintain his rage.
‘Con, this doesn’t need to be the end of the world! This is preventable. We, you, me, us. We can stop this. Forget secret alien remedies, all we need to do is reveal the truth about what really happened back then . . . before it’s too late. I’m not saying we tell the whole damned world, but, a few words spoken quietly and confidentially in the right ears could put the brakes on this right now.’
Nobody spoke. The others felt that such a revelation could never be contained.
Colonel Rafter was now too exhausted to continue. He sat down without further fanfare. It was a huge decision; he’d give them time to consider. It was a strong argument. They’d come around. They must come around.
‘I brought bedding and blankets in the event that this ran late,’ said Con. ‘I’m going to break them out in case anyone really needs to rest.’
While Con, Terry, and Evan busied themselves attending to everyone’s comforts, Colonel Curtis discreetly pulled Colonel Rafter aside.
‘I hear congratulations are in order Raffy. Mach 1? That’s incredible! Well done my friend.’
‘Yes, thank you, Sam. We’ll be smashing Mach 2 within a year I predict. Hopefully, it’ll take a bit of the pressure off me for a while. The demands from the Pentagon have been relentless. By the way, the news is very top secret in case they didn’t inform you.’
‘Poor Chuck, his deed might never make it into the history books,’ said Colonel Curtis. (The Colonel was referring to the breaking of the sound barrier for the first time in level flight by Chuck Yeager on October 14, 1947.)
‘Don’t misunderstand my intentions here Raffy, I fully appreciate what you’re saying and I see your point. However, reaching such a substantial milestone, Mach 1. Does that give us some breathing space? Will that make the powers that be in Washington a little less afraid of their shadows?’
Colonel Rafter didn’t reply.
‘Let’s sleep on it. In the morning, if you still believe that we must act urgently, I’ll back you all the way. However, if we have a little time to maneuver, maybe we can find a more palatable solution that still protects the oath we took, yet pulls the world back from the brink.’
There was wisdom in the words of Colonel Sam Curtis, Rafter could see that. Without discussing it further, he made an immediate decision and addressed the group.
‘Gentlemen, I’ve made you all aware of the problem as I see it. Colonel Curtis has just reminded me of something that potentially removes the need for imperative action. I suggest we get a good night’s sleep, and in the morning, we discuss what positive action we can take whilst still maintaining our sworn oaths.
‘If and when things deteriorate, and I promise you I will keep my finger on that pulse, I will call another meeting, at which point we decide what action to take. I will not proceed without the support of you all. That is a promise. We will always remain equal participants in our mission.’
It was a positive note to close the evening on.
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 4 hours and 7 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes.
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Do you personally believe that the alien incursion influenced the Government, and the Pentagon, to that extent?’ asked Julius.
Evan didn’t answer immediately. He carefully considered his response before replying. He chose his words very carefully now.
‘I believe that the witnessing of that advanced technology, with tangible proof of technology well beyond that of anything in our own armory, was the single greatest
catalyst for the rapid escalation of the arms race of that time. It gave the military rationale to secure exorbitant defense expenditure.’
‘Wow!’ exclaimed Julius. ‘Talk about unintended consequences.’
‘I joined the air force to become a pilot. The alien encounter turned out to be very beneficial for my ambitions,’ said Evan. ‘Colonel Curtis pulled me into flight training almost immediately after the event. He personally intervened in my career path and opened doors that wouldn’t normally be open to me. At the earliest possible opportunity, he got me into the testing program over at Edwards. Seriously, my feet hadn’t hit the tarmac before I was transferred to Home Base, which of course, was the branch of Edwards directly under the command of Colonel Rafter. I have no doubt that my rapid escalation to fighter pilot, and then later to test pilot, was in large part due to the personal friendship I developed with both officers.
‘I landed at Home Base in November of 1949. The psychology evident at the base was like nothing I could’ve imagined. We were perceived to be in a desperate race; a race for survival. To lose this race meant death to us, our democratic beliefs and our nation. More than once I heard discussions refer to “the July 3rd ‘47 Russian incursion”. That was more than two years after it happened and they still talked about it as if we should be living in bomb shelters. I can only imagine the fear it must have generated back in 1947.
‘At the time of the meeting called by Colonel Rafter, I was inclined to believe that he was overreacting. By the time I fully appreciated the consequences our group of seven was fully disbanded. I’ve never discussed this subject with anyone before, but I am certain that Baker, Rafter, and Curtis were all fully aware of the consequences of our actions.’
‘But things worked out in the end. We won the Cold War,’ said Julius.
‘Did we? I disagree completely,’ said Evan. ‘That nobody really wins a war is a lesson I’ve learned over a lifetime. You just lose less. What would the world look like if we hadn’t wasted the resources we did on the Cold War? I started to have doubts about our oath when I moved to Home Base. That, and two wars changed my views considerably.’
‘What happened in the end with Colonel Rafter? Did he eventually have that quiet word in the right ears?’
‘We originally thought that the military believing the bogey to be Russian was a real bonus. The military and the government became very secretive about the circumstances surrounding the incursion. They became our allies in deception and secrecy in effect. We were very wrong.
‘In the end, it was decided that there was nothing we could do about the situation. To reveal the truth wouldn’t end the Cold War, nor would it have any effect on the escalating Korean war. Our final meeting in October of 1950 ended on a very sour note . . . we were committed now, and for all time, to a deception that threatened world peace and security. We would never meet as a group again.’
‘What happened to everyone?’
‘Major Baker was pressured into leaving the military in 1951. He became very bitter about how things played out. Whilst he kept his resolve to remain faithful to the oath we’d all taken, we never heard from him again after that. He died in an automobile accident in 1952 I discovered several years later. The circumstances of the crash were considered suspicious. It occurred to me that it may have been suicide.’
‘Colonel Curtis served in the Korean war and was sadly killed in action on a bombing mission in 1952. Why he was onboard for that mission nobody knew. An officer of such high rank and experience wouldn’t normally fly such a mission.
‘Colonel Rafter continued to command at Home Base until he was reassigned duty at Edwards Air Force Base in 1961. Several times after ‘61 I tried to talk to Colonel Rafter, but the opportunity never fell into place. He retired from the military in 1962, moving into the private sector with McDonnell Douglas.’
‘Did any possibly alien inspired design innovations ever find their way into the McDonnell Douglas aircraft through Colonel Rafter’s involvement?’
‘No, I don’t think so,’ said Evan in reflection. ‘Anyway, moving on, Fells married late in ’47. I was his best man. He became a highly-decorated Vietnam war vet but unfortunately, he died of cancer in 1971. The cancer was almost certainly a legacy of his service in Vietnam. I last briefly spoke to Fells in 1970. He wouldn’t talk about the events of 1947 over the phone. He seemed extremely paranoid. After Vietnam, he seemed disillusioned with his government and the military.
‘Terry stayed on at the ranch until he volunteered for service in Korea in January of 1951. He died within a week of arriving. They described Terry’s actions as an incredible act of bravery. Apparently, Terry went to the aid of his wounded platoon leader, successfully dragging him to safety in the middle of a fierce battle. He was shot several times while doing so. He died on the field. I attended the funeral and couldn’t help but feel Con’s pain. He felt responsible, and in some small way, so did I.
‘Con Sanchos died of a heart attack in April of 1951, not too long after Terry’s service. Con had always been deeply religious. At the mention of “Armageddon”, Con had initially believed the aliens to be part of “God’s plan”. Before he died, Con had lost his faith. I don’t fully understand the reasons why. Are you religious in any way Julius?’
‘Not in the slightest,’ Julius replied with absolute conviction.
‘I used to be, but the way things turned out, I also lost my faith a long time ago. Anyway,’ confessed Evan. ‘I digress.’
‘After Terry’s death, a great sadness descended over Con. I visited Con’s family several times after Terry’s funeral. More than just losing his faith, he’d lost all hope for mankind and the alien counter-intervention strategy. Although we never spoke directly on the subject alone together, I knew this to be the case. His health clearly suffered from his negative state of mind.
‘Julius, I haven’t truthfully spoken to another living soul about my experiences at Roswell since 1951 . . . more than 65 years ago. My last brief conversation was with Colonel Rafter just before I left to fight in the Korean War, a week before Christmas in 1951. I never expected to be left alone with the secret for so long. I tell you honestly, I’m so weary of the burden.’
Evan got up to use the lavatory leaving Julius alone with his thoughts. Julius sat and reflected on his encounter with Evan so far. Was it a coincidence? No. Did he believe him? . . . He wanted to. Was he telling him the whole truth . . . ?
Evan returned to his seat after several minutes. A smiling, smitten flight attendant followed close behind him with two fresh glasses of scotch on the rocks. Evan downed his entire glass of whiskey in one go and then quite unexpectedly he says . . .
‘We made a huge mistake Julius . . . we should never have trusted the aliens!’
Chapter Eight –
“Then God said, “Let us make mankind in our image,
in our likeness, so that they may rule over the fish in the sea and the
birds in the sky, over the livestock and all the wild animals,
and over all the creatures that move along the ground.”
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 4 hours and 23 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Not in a million years would I have expected you to say that,’ said Julius genuinely shocked. ‘Not after everything you just told me. Why???’
‘Honestly, I spoke completely out of frustration. It’s so wonderful to be able to talk to you about all this. It’s such a tremendous weight off my shoulders. Seriously, you’ve no idea,’ said Evan taking a long pause to savor his scotch. ‘There are many reasons why I no longer trust the aliens or their strategy, but my doubts first started to materialize back in the ‘50s.’
Evan turned to face Julius, he was having difficulty putting a very complex scenario into words. Julius was actually highly impressed with Evan’s ability to relate the circumstances of the encounter so far.
‘I felt, we all felt actually, that the alien was holding something back from us. It was a subject discussed at the meetings. In the end, we agreed that the most likely reason for the deception was that the alien was trying to conceal information that might jeopardize our future. He wanted to limit our opportunity to mess things up you might say.
‘But there was something else. There was fear. The aliens fear us. Not just at the encounter. As a result of our encounter in 1947, I believe that I sensed they fear what we’ll one day become capable of . . . but why? They had the means to escape the destruction. Even as we were parting company from the sole surviving alien for the last time, I had this sense the alien was trying not to reveal his fear.
‘Telepathic communication involves the transfer of information on many levels. In a way, you “hear” the alien speak. Real words come into your mind, you can hear a real conversation sometimes. You can also sense things like smell, touch, and sight. But most incredibly, you get an insight into the aliens’ feelings. I assume that the same would be true of the alien sensing our feelings as well.
‘The aliens, however, saw even more from within us than feelings I believe. They can look into your past. They not only see your fears, your hopes, your dreams and your regrets, they see how they’re formed. They also understand our potential . . . good
and bad. They saw our . . . inner private selves. I always thought that this was what the alien feared. The alien didn’t fear our actions at the time, he feared what we were capable of.’
‘I’m not sure I completely follow you,’ said Julius.
Evan thought for a moment before continuing.
‘We telepathically envisioned an enormous Space City preparing to leave our solar system. Huge additions in size and accommodation were virtually complete. The entire city had been renewed. They’d taken advantage of the infrastructure and resources of the Greys and the Earth while they were around to prepare for the next leg of their exploration of the galaxy. They were in a tremendous rush. They knew they must leave us before Armageddon, and that time was short.’
‘From what you’ve told me, Evan, I am not surprised,’ said Julius. ‘They see a genetically enhanced and influenced species with aggressive behavior hurtling towards this alien prophesized Armageddon event at break-neck speed, much faster than they ever thought possible. They have a large population in reach of the danger. Their discoveries of 1947 could only emphasize the risk they’re exposed to.’
‘I’m certain,’ said Evan, ‘that I definitely detected from the original two surviving aliens a sense of foreboding of what was to come. The final surviving alien felt an urgency to return to the Space City so that his findings could be known. Time was definitely short for them for some reason. At the time, I assumed that our unexpected rapid technological evolution was the concern, but that can’t be the case. Even if all three of the aliens had been killed on impact, they’d have investigated and quickly realized our rate of progress.’
‘If time was that short, wouldn’t we have already faced Armageddon by now?’ asked Julius.
‘Exactly,’ said Evan. ‘For years I imagined Armageddon to be possibly months, weeks, days or even hours away. During the Cuban missile crisis, I actually lost everything I owned in a drunken debauchery of women and gambling, so certain was I that this was the end of the world. Eventually, I realized that the previous alien mission to leave the Earth some 2,000 years before . . .’
‘Of course!’ interrupted Julius. ‘The aliens had substantially accelerated the passing of time by their speed and proximity to the Sun. In their time, the previous mission to Earth had only returned minutes prior to your encounter in 1947. Even a thousand years from now, in our time, would seem perilously close in their time. Particularly if they needed to finish work on the Space City before departing.’
‘So, we potentially have a long time to come up with a solution, is that what you’re saying?’
Evan didn’t answer at first. He took his time.
‘I initially held the belief that there may have been work to be done on the Space City before it could leave our solar system. Work that, in a time-slowed scenario, could take hundreds or even thousands of our years. I’m certain that our unexpected rate of advancing technology to be of considerable concern for them,’ said Evan. ‘But I’m not confident that I know the reason why.
‘Something I am confident in, that I can actually telepathically sense, is they have already left our solar system, and possibly just in the nick of time. So Julius, the answer to your question is . . . I don’t think so. In fact, we have good reason to believe that our time is very short.’
. . .
‘I have a theory as to why it is that the aliens choose to exist with time moving so rapidly,’ said Evan. ‘In part, it was derived from impressions received whilst communicating telepathically.’
‘I think that seems obvious,’ said Julius. ‘To explore the galaxy will take many millions or billions of years in our time, but to them, it would happen much, much faster. Their yearning to explore and discover drives them to slow down the passing of time as much as possible. You’d imagine that in order to undertake the extensive modifications to the Space City that they’d slow the vessel down and take an orbit around the Earth. But they chose not to. That would indicate to me that they’re highly motivated to continue their journey and maintain their rapid forward movement in time as much as possible.’
‘You’re absolutely correct in what you say Julius, but there’s a far greater motivation that drives them.’
Julius was beyond intrigued.
‘When the alien died back in 1947, we all experienced the incredible sense of loss felt by the second alien. The sense of loss was far more than anything I could possibly have imagined. More than the loss of a life, it was the loss of an eternity.
‘Consider this Julius. The aliens have the capacity to extend their lives quite considerably. How considerably, we can only imagine. I believe each individual alien is attempting to survive until the time that this universe collapses back into a single point. If their technology has given them a lifespan of say tens or hundreds of thousands of years, and if they accelerate through time at an incredible pace, it might just be possible. Their technology may not even require a “physical” presence. If their fragile bodies can no longer be regenerated, they may continue to exist in a digital sense.
‘I believe that they’re attempting eternal life. Each individual alien is attempting to make it through to yet another stage of evolution. That’s why the loss of a single entity is so significant to them. The alien lost his companion for all of time to come . . . or so he believes.’
‘Eternal life,’ mused Julius. ‘Could it actually be within our grasp?’
‘Yours maybe,’ said Evan. ‘I think it’s too late to have any hope for this old fossil.’
. . .
‘Do you have any thoughts as to what the alien counter-intervention strategy could be?’ asked Julius moving the agenda along. ‘You’ve had nearly 70 years to think about it. I’m sure you must’ve formed a few ideas of your own by now.’
‘I’ve had many Julius. You’re renowned as the great lateral thinker. Do you really want me to cloud your thinking with my own failures and pathetic attempts?’
‘You’re quite right,’ said Julius with a hint of joviality. ‘Shut up and let me think will you!’
After several minutes, Evan couldn’t resist. ‘What’re you thinking?’
‘I’m wondering why, that once all evidence of alien intervention had been removed, that the counter-intervention strategy was still needed?’ said Julius. ‘Maybe there’s a clue there somewhere?’
‘Because we’re evolved well in advance of where we should be,’ offered Evan. ‘Possibly millions of years in advance of where we should be.’
‘Yes . . . but why’s that a bad thing?’ said Julius. ‘Why’s it a problem?’
‘Because we missed something important along the way,’ suggested Evan.
‘That . . . is . . . a . . really excellent answer!’ said Julius eventually after consideration. ‘What about the Greys having genetically enhanced us in their own image? Genetic enhancements that could possibly explain some of the missing links in our evolutionary past? Does that create a need for the intervention strategy?’
‘It would create even greater opportunity for mankind to miss out on . . .’ Evan struggled for a word. ‘You know . . . stuff!’
‘I think the words you were searching for, the “stuff” that is missing, is evolutionary lessons,’ said Julius. ‘Time to evolve instincts, patterns of behavior and interaction, time to create neural pathways necessary for survival on our own in a future we cannot yet appreciate. Evolution’s tool of natural selection was bypassed. I imagine
we would have very different attributes to that of a human who had the opportunity to evolve normally over a considerably longer time.’
‘So,’ asked Evan. ‘What are we missing in our make-up that’s so important to our future survival?’
‘Maybe there isn’t anything missing Evan. If their counter-intervention is working, maybe we’re exactly the same as if we had taken much longer to evolve?’
‘I don’t think so,’ said Evan without elaborating on his position.
. . .
Fresh drinks arrived. Julius used the opportunity to change the subject.
‘Why me, and why now? And given that you’ve been warned that greater knowledge of the aliens’ existence will doom mankind, why tell me at all?’
Evan could tell by the tone of Julius’s voice that he wouldn’t be put off again.
‘I guess I owe you some answers,’ Evan replied. ‘It’s true. I’ve sought you out for many years. Not you specifically . . . but a person with your attributes. Ideally, I was looking for a person with a strong interest and track record of research into the alien phenomenon. I needed a highly intelligent person with an open mind. Most of all, the person I sought needed to have both inclination and means to act. You’re an excellent fit for my needs Julius. It’s taken a long time to find you and manipulate this opportunity to have this time together. I’m entrusting you with my secret. What you choose to do with it, I’ll leave for you to decide.’
‘Inclination and means to act?’ asked Julius. ‘Are you trying to recruit me into some kind of action?’
‘Am I trying to recruit you? . . . Possibly. But there’s no obligation beyond any moral obligation that you might feel. As to the question of why now? The unfortunate fact is that I’m dying. If I don’t pass the information on very soon, it’ll die with me.’
‘The aliens told you that if their existence is widely known, we won’t be able to implement the solution. Why not let the secret die with you? Why take the risk of me spilling the story?’
‘I’m not sure it’s in mankind’s best interests for the secret to die with me,’ said Evan. ‘And as I’ve told you, I don’t trust them. I’ll need to tell you more about the events that unfolded over time before you fully understand my decision.’
Evan had appeared unwell when they’d first met aboard the Qantas flight to Sydney. Now his condition was deteriorating considerably.
‘You don’t look well,’ said Julius. ‘Is there anything that you need?’
‘I don’t feel well,’ said Evan. ‘But I knew this would happen when we started talking.’
‘Are you suggesting your condition is some kind of preconditioned response programmed into you by the aliens?’
‘I can’t be sure,’ said Evan. ‘But yes, I believe exactly that.’
‘Should we advise the flight crew?’
‘They’ll think you’re crazy!’ said Evan attempting to lighten the mood.
‘Ha, ha, you know what I mean.’
‘Not yet,’ said Evan. ‘I knew this would happen, and I am as prepared as I can be. The drinks help a little. The drinks help a lot actually.’
‘It couldn’t just be the strain of recalling stressful events?’ suggested Julius.
‘Partly,’ said Evan. ‘But only partly. I believe this is almost certainly a preconditioned response to my attempts to reveal the alien existence. The aliens have somehow implanted this response deep within me. Every time I think about revealing them or take any action along those lines whatsoever, this tremendous sensation of nausea comes over me.
‘They don’t wish me real harm of any kind, of that I’m reasonably certain. Anytime I want to stop the nausea, I need simply to give up my intentions. I’ve no idea if the others were afflicted in the same way, it only became apparent to me about 25 years ago.’
‘It brings up the question . . . how much influence did the aliens have over you and the others when you agreed to keep them a secret?’ questioned Julius.
‘And the answer to that Julius is that I honestly have no idea. But I strongly suspect they had considerable influence, just like Owens said he recognized in us back in 1947. At the very least, there’d been some influence over me,’ said Evan. ‘I remember feeling very good about the decision we’d made that day. I somehow know now that I wouldn’t have felt so good if the decision hadn’t gone the way it had.’
‘Evan, I think you should rest a while. I need to use the lavatory, and I’d appreciate some more time to absorb what you’ve told me and maybe formulate some theories of my own.’
‘Done,’ said Evan.
By the time Julius returned, Evan had drifted into sleep.
. . .
Date: Wednesday, February 22, 2017
In-flight Time: 6 hours and 27 minutes into a journey of 9 hours and 55 minutes
Location: In-flight Sydney Australia to Honolulu USA
‘Was I out for long?’ enquired Evan emerging from his sleep.
‘A couple of hours I think,’ said Julius not aware of the time so intense was his thinking. ‘I have it. I think I’ve worked out what the counter-intervention is.’
‘That was quick work,’ said Evan. Let me order us a drink and give me a moment to wake up properly.’
‘Not for me thanks,’ said Julius, but it was too late. Evan had signaled for two more drinks to an attentive flight attendant.
The drinks arrived so Julius began.
‘It’s religion,’ said Julius confidently. ‘You have alien spaceships that are coming and going, strange technology on display, beings of a higher evolutionary order. While it may have been possible to remove most physical evidence of their time on Earth, how do they erase the memories of the people who witnessed these events? Memories that materialize as paintings, written records, myths, and legends. They can’t, and they don’t! They explain them away using religion.
‘It was before my time, the late ‘60s from memory, but I have read the phenomenon “The Chariots of the Gods”. I found it quite compelling. Author Von Däniken claimed the origins of religions were in fact reactions to contact with advanced aliens. I believe that the aliens have taken advantage of our religious beginnings, built on those foundations, and used them to cover their tracks.’
Evan seemed a little disappointed with Julius’s answer.
‘You don’t agree?’
‘I also concluded that religion was a part of the alien counter-intervention,’ said Evan. ‘But there’s more to it than that I believe.’
‘What are you driving at?’ asked Julius. ‘You’ve had about 70 years longer than me to think about this. Help me out.’
‘The Bible, both the new and old testaments, are incredible pieces of literature. Written so long ago, yet each finds relevance and meaning with each new generation. No other written work has adapted so well over time. The Bible displays timeless wisdom and relevance far beyond our capacity to re-create even today. What would you think if I told you that I believe there’s an alien influence in the creation of the Bible?’
‘Quite possible,’ said Julius. ‘It’s an example of them engineering religion for their purposes. In fact, it’s an obvious extension to what I was just saying.’
‘The timing of their departure from Earth . . . 2,000 years ago,’ said Evan. ‘Wha . . . ‘
‘They knew Jesus!’ exclaimed Julius. ‘Or Jesus could even have been an alien himself perhaps?’
‘I can’t believe Jesus was an alien, but, if there was an alien influence on Earth at the time of Jesus, it’s not too much of a stretch of the imagination to see that alien influence may have also played a part in the journey of Jesus,’ said Evan. ‘Which is actually quite disturbing.’
‘The question that comes to mind is,’ said Julius. ‘Why would they need to involve themselves so heavily in our religion? What did they hope to achieve?’
‘That’s been a subject of great concern to me for a very long time,’ said Evan.
Before Evan could speak further, Julius jumped in on a completely new tangent.
‘We’ve been genetically modified,’ said Julius. ‘I assume genetically modified to mean genetically advanced, given that we were enhanced to be more like them. Could it be that they used religion to slow our rate of technological evolution? There’s a strong argument that religion has substantially held back our evolution.’
‘That’s true,’ said Evan. ‘That may be a consideration, but I really don’t think it to be of major consequence.’
‘You’re right. It couldn’t be the primary reason for such comprehensive intervention,’ said Julius thinking aloud now. ‘They need to supplement whatever it is that we’ve missed in the evolutionary process. I’m thinking that the lessons contained within the Bible are the supplement. Think about it. What does the Bible give us?’
‘I think I know what you’re fishing for,’ said Evan.
‘The Bible, with religion and the values and teachings that religion represent, gives us the blueprints for a moral, peaceful and just existence,’ said Julius not waiting for Evan’s answer.
‘I might not necessarily agree with that comment,’ said Evan.
‘Correction,’ said Julius. ‘They were meant to give us blueprints to a moral, peaceful and just existence.’
Evan said nothing, it was clear by his expression that he didn’t agree with the sentiment of the discussion. After a thoughtful pause, Julius continued, completely oblivious to Evan’s dissent.
‘If we’d taken the much longer evolutionary route and evolved without alien help, I imagine that there would’ve been a great deal more opportunity for conflict over such an extended time. Conflicts would’ve come in gradually ever-increasing size and capacity for destruction. In order to survive, mankind would need to change. Those who didn’t learn, those who failed to adopt the instincts or neural pathways necessary for our species’ survival would’ve been lost over time by the process of natural selection.’
Evan sipped on his drink silently as he considered Julius’s words.
‘The lessons of millions of years of conflict would be learned using primitive weapons,’ continued Julius. ‘Not the weapons of mass destruction we have at our disposal today. Natural selection would’ve evolved us towards a survivable version. Humans that survived would trend towards being moral, peaceful and just over time. We could not have naturally evolved to this level of technological achievement without shedding some of our immoral, violent and warlike behavior.’
Deep within Evan’s subconscious, hidden by the confusion of time, Evan recalled sensing some of what Julius had just described.
‘I’m not sure exactly how I know this Julius,’ said Evan. ‘But believe me when I say it . . . you’re partially correct.’
Julius remained deep in concentration while Evan continued verbalizing their train of thought.
‘Religion was created for the purpose of giving us something that we lost the opportunity to learn because we bypassed a substantial amount of evolutionary influence . . . Morality!’ said Evan. ‘They left us with a code of conduct necessary for our survival.’
‘Are you saying that you knew this all along Evan?’ asked Julius.
‘I think that I may have always known, but I was never meant to remember,’ said Evan. ‘It’s a bit like trying to recall a dream. You can’t remember until something jogs that memory.’
‘What about Jesus?’ asked Julius. ‘Is there anything more you can tell me about the role that Jesus plays?’
‘No, I don’t think so. But considering the timing and that they were the engineers of our religious beliefs, it’s hard to imagine Jesus not being one of their tools to help us onto the right path. Jesus may have been their parting gift!’
‘You know something, Evan? I’m liking these aliens less and less,’ said Julius.
‘That’s an interesting statement to make so early in your deliberations,’ said Evan. ‘Why?’
‘They influence your thinking without your knowledge whilst letting you believe that the decisions you made were your own. They have delusions that they are one day to become God, and worse, they play God with the introduction of religious beliefs of their own flawed design.’
‘They assume the destruction of our world and failure of their counter-intervention strategy, so flee our solar system but not before taking possession of the rich biological diversity of Earth to do with as they please. They’ve taken whatever they’ve needed from us and our planet over many thousands of years, and then left without obligation,’ added Julius.
‘With friends like that . . .’ offered Evan.
‘But am I worrying about nothing? Surely a strategy devised by two advanced species has an excellent chance of success . . . doesn’t it?’ asked Julius now looking straight at Evan.
Evan doesn’t meet Julius’s gaze or attempt to answer.
Breaking into your thoughts – A message from the author
Conspiracy – A second Roswell crash site:
There was a second Roswell crash site that was only ever attended by eight witnesses. Seven of these witnesses swore an oath and cooperated in order to ensure the encounter remained a secret. The eighth witness decided to distance himself from the others, believing the alien(s) had somehow influenced their thinking. The witnesses are from:
Roswell Army Airfield – 509th Bombardment Group Very Heavy. Home to the B29 Superfortresses that attempted the second bogey intercept:
- Colonel Sam Curtis – Base Commanding Officer
- Major Roger Baker – Senior Officer Air Force Intelligence
- Private Fells – Military Police
- Private Owens – Military Police (did not swear the oath with the others}
- Cadet Evan Armstrong – Air Force Cadets (who finally reveals the truth)
Muroc Army Airfield California- Air Force Flight Test Centre. Responsible for secret testing in Nevada and the first intercept attempt:
- Colonel James Rafter – Commanding Officer
- Con Sanchos – Property Owner
- Terry Sanchos – Son (and best friend to Evan)
Respecting the wishes of Roswell’s final witness prevents me from ever revealing the true witness identities, and also that of several other characters.
Theory – Religion to counter the alien influence:
The “Greys” intervention into mankind’s evolution was intended to be beneficial. Their fateful encounter with the “Small Aliens” revealed dangerous consequences from their actions though. Before leaving Earth and contact with mankind, the aliens attempted to “counter” the influence of the “Greys” time spent here in our solar system; to give hope that mankind might survive the Armageddon event and join with other survivors to peacefully explore and further evolve.
Religion was used not only to “cover their tracks” and explain away strange witnessed events, it was also designed to help us learn the lessons that evolution missed. The greater basket of teachings and moral guidance offered by religion are in place because we missed the opportunity to gain these valuable attributes with our substantially shortened evolutionary timeline.
The aliens intended to leave the Earth for the final time at about the same time that Jesus lived. The timing of their departure might not be a coincidence. It is entirely plausible that Jesus was influenced, directed or even “created” by the aliens. A parting gift.
Theory – Dark (limited) Energy . . . the return of gravity:
The Big Bang resulted from the sudden diminishing of gravity, likely caused by the parallel dimensions of gravity and electromagnetism touching; gravity moving perpendicular to the other dimensions. Instead of matter experiencing the full “weight” of gravitational force, we only “feel” a minuscule percentage; the tiny amount only that intersects with our dimensional reality. This is the source of the Dark Energy that our science has only recently discovered. All Dark Energy was created at the instant the gravitational dimension shifted perpendicular. However, Dark Energy’s long-term influence is not yet fully understood.
My best “interpretation” of the imagery projected by the alien(s) to Roswell’s final witness reveals a universe where gravity returns in strength as Dark Energy diminishes . . . the seemingly endless expansion of our universe is able to be slowed, stopped and reversed. The aliens projected a “critical” point of the density of matter at which time our laws of physics alter . . . the beginning of the reversal of the expansion of our universe as gravity is somehow able to realign with the other dimensions. (I would be interested in other interpretations. Michael@caesarrising.com).
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