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Twenty Seven
ALIENS VS. THE MILITARY
"Dan!"
He turned.
Glenn Donalds waved to catch his attention. His tall
slender figure stood out at the back of the crowd of curiosity seekers lining the street
and sidewalk directly in front of the museum.
Dan carefully picked his way through the crowd to Glenn.
"We came here to talk to you when all this happened."
"Several died under mysterious circumstances. This is
all part of it. The media will call it a drive-by shooting and dismiss it at that. Did
they catch the men who did it?"
"I heard one of the officers who chased them on a
police radio. He said they got away and the license plate could not be traced; something
about a computer block on the information."
Glenn Donalds nodded. "Bring your friends. We have a
lot to do before anything else happens. We'll meet in my office.
XXX
All fear had evaporated from the group that met in Glenn's
office. Seeing God in action filled them all with elation.
Glenn cleared his throat and sat on the edge of his desk.
It's a wonderful thing to feel the thrill of victory, but remember, the police haven't
caught the men who did this. Those men you locked up in that hole aren't going to rest
until they get you one way or the other. You have made some powerful enemies out
there. Don't forget your friends riding around in their UFO either. They all mean
business. Sorry to throw a wet blanket on your party, but we must all remain vigilant. We
can't let our guard down for even a moment. God protects, but He also expects us to be
vigilant.
"While MJ-12, if that's who they are, were busy
killing ten of our people, others did get through. One of our field investigators from El
Paso and a companion managed to bring back artifacts from the cavern."
They all breathed a sigh of relief.
"However," Glenn continued, "we need you to
decipher it and put the information out on the Internet. We'll make a video and send it to
TLC as well and keep a copy locked up somewhere just in case. What you found reinforces
what I and several others have believed all along. The Ragsdale report was true. The crash
site was Pine Lodge, not the Corn ranch."
"From what we read and saw on their record of events,
three of them were flying in formation." Dan's commanding voice boomed through the
room. "One of them exploded after being hit by lightning. That's what Max Brazzel saw
in the debris field. The other two went off course and crashed. One crashed at Pine Lodge;
the other crashed near Magdalena. One alien or demon (whatever) lived long enough to hide
the artifacts in the cavern. We found his bones. From the records left, another lived as
well, but he chose to stay behind as a decoy to keep the military from following the one
who hid all the stuff."
"He's right," Phil added. "The VLA is right
on top of that Magdalena sight. Who knows? Maybe some debris was lift behind there as
well."
"After all the years since then, sand and wind have
probably hidden it beyond finding by now," Glenn said. "If they could dig out
the Sphinx, I suppose we could dig out those artifacts. We just need a specific place to
start. There's a lot of desert out there." He sighed then brightened. "We
already have a wealth of information what has been found, thanks to you. Let's concentrate
on that!"
"What about my boy? The kidnappers warned us about
giving out any more information on this or something bad would happen to him."
"The decision has to be yours. You have
the most to lose," Glenn agreed. "But consider this. Whether it's the military
or aliens or some other interested party, they are always going to threaten bodily harm.
They could have picked up any of you at any time. Perhaps by airing this, it will force
them out into the open or if it's announced that this information will be released they'll
make their move. This could remain a stalemate indefinitely unless we make some kind of
move. So, what do you want to do, Dan?"
Betty put her hand on Dan's arm. "whatever you decide
is what we'll do."
"I think Dave himself would want us to tell it all.
Announce it ahead of time. Let's see what they do. In the meantime, we can pray for
Dave." Dan put his hand on top of Betty's and looked into her green eyes. "We'll
do it."
Phil nodded. "We can all pray for your son. We also
need to make a video tape ahead of time in case something happens to stop us so the
information will still be available. I know it's on the Internet, but not everyone has a
computer. God Himself will have to put the ring of truth to our words. The story is so
fantastic some won't be able to receive it. That part is His job. Many will see the truth
and turn to Him. We must do it for them. I know God will take care of Dave."
Laura nodded her agreement. "Amen to that." The
others echoed, "Amen."
XXX
The educational channel would video tape pictures of the
artifacts with Dan, Laura and Phil explaining each in turn. Under Betty's supervision,
Laura's two girls remained in the background to watch the proceedings as TV cameras and
lights were set up. The girls excitedly kept the TV crew busy answering questions as they
worked.
The TV channel crew chose the UFO Museum as the most
appropriate place for the filming. The Pine Lodge site in the Lincoln National Forest had
been cordoned off by the military and no one was allowed near it. No explanations had been
forthcoming yet. Rumors had trickled out about foul play being suspected in the deaths of
the museum workers, but no explanations why the military had become involved. It seemed
like a scene from July 1947 repeating itself.
The cameras were in place. Someone had hollered,
"Quiet on the set." Dan and Phil held artifacts. Laura sat in the ruby chair for
effect, and where she could point to the controls. The interviewer began asking her
questions as Dan, Phil and Laura took turns explaining the symbols and language of the
Atlanteans. They used diagrams to explain the propulsion methods used and how time slowed
inside the ships.
Suddenly the whole museum filled with blinding light.
Papers and objects whirled. People screamed and then froze into immobility.
Dan's eyes flashed. "Those ugly gray monsters are
back!"
The light became brilliant blue and seemed to be searching.
Everyone else remained frozen in place including Betty and Laura's two girls. It became
difficult to breathe.
They all found themselves airborne, sucked toward the roof
of the museum, now open to the sky. The huge ship appeared to fill the whole afternoon
sky. The trio prayed silently as they were whisked away.
Once aboard the ship, breathing became a little easier.
They faced their captors without fear.
The grays and reptilians all seemed angry. Their great eyes
radiated rage. The group was shoved roughly into an examining room.
"Hey, we're not frozen this time," Dan said as he
shoved back against those pushing him along.
Phil held on to Laura.
"What do you want, as if we couldn't guess," Dan
said through clenched teeth. "You aren't up tight because the black box was empty are
you?" Dan sneered at them. "Where's my son? In Jesus Name you hand over my
son," Dan demanded.
The demon aliens jumped back as if slapped.
"We're not unconscious this time," Phil said.
"We won't tell you anything unless you ask real nice," Phil said as he joined
the mood of Dan's banter.
"We're not telling you anything until you return my
son. In Jesus Name you do it now!"
They were all shoved into a colorless, empty, room. A door
swished shut and they were left alone with their thoughts.
"So now what do we do?" Dan said.
"Be patient. Let's just wait and see," Laura
said.
They all sat on the floor and waited, praying silently.
The door swished open and David appeared. "Dad. You've
got to come see this!"
Dan jumped up as did the others. He embraced his son in
relief. "Did they hurt you?"
"No. I'm OK, but there's something going on you all
need to see. Follow me!"
They all followed David down a long and narrow corridor
until he stopped in front of a doorway and waved them in.
The room was filled with bodies of grays, reptilians,
several other species of known aliens and humans, all stacked in cubicles around the
walls. David walked over to one of the grays and touched it.
"Dave. Watch it!"
"It can't hurt me, Dad. It's alive, yet dead."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
This room is never left without a guard for long. They'll
be back. Get ready. Just stand against the wall and watch."
Several grays and other species entered the room with
ghostly looking vapors drifting among them. The vapors were contorted and had hideous
faces straight out of a nightmare. They entered into the bodies in the cubicles including
those that looked like humans.
They all stared in shock. "My God!" Phil
whispered.
"What is it? Are those demons going into those
bodies?" Dan mumbled almost to himself.
"Exactly. There are no aliens. They all died in the
destruction. These demons have total control this way. Human clones are a perversion of
God's creation. They have full access to those, too. There's always some restraint because
of our own indwelling spirit, but with clones and genetic gene splicing to make these
bodies, that's gone. This gives them access to the physical world without restraint
or struggle." Phil and the others looked on as the bodies in the cubicles stirred to
life, snarling and growling. The distinct smell of rot and sulfur could be detected.
"This is the reason there are so many
abductions." Phil commented. "They need our DNA."
"What's going to happen to us?" Laura clung to
Phil in fright.
"Hey, No fear. We are part of God's masterpiece. The
power of God dwells within us. They have no power over us."
"Hey, you ugly monsters," Dan bellowed with his
new found boldness. "In Jesus Name, you let us out of this ship or whatever it is. Do
it now!" The others echoed in agreement.
The aliens jumped back as if slapped.
Dan hung onto Dave as Phil cleared his throat.
"All of us are doing the job God called us to do. You
can't touch us." Phil looked at them with his face set in lines of determination. He
said, "If God be for us, who can be against us?...and that includes you," he
finished victoriously holding tight to Laura.
They could all hear the thoughts of the creatures around
them, but this time from a distance. Their thoughts did not invade their minds.
"What was in the box?" The tallest gray thought
at the group.
Dan cleared his throat. He was enjoying this.
"Instruction on building things, including your space ships. It also told about the
first people who lived here on Earth and what Lucifer did. You must already have that in
your own history. What do you need the information for? You already know all that
stuff."
Dave tugged at Dan's sleeve. "I can hear their
thoughts. They don't know, Dad. They don't know. The real aliens had that knowledge, not
them. They don't know how to do anything on their own. The bad angels showed them that
stuff, but those bad angels are forbidden to do that anymore."
"Yes, I can hear those thoughts, too." Laura
spoke up. "Their main purpose is genetic manipulation. We humans are important to
them because of who and what we are. The only real weapon they find most effective, is to
confuse people by turning them away from God. They aren't even sure what the purpose for
that is."
Laura felt the cold stares of hostile black eyes upon her.
"What is the masterpiece?" The tall gray thought
at them.
Phil looked the gray straight in his evil black eyes.
"You will have to figure that out for yourself."
"You will tell us anything we want to know!"
If you believe that is so, why don't you try it!"
Dan was grinning. "Yeah, you little gray worm, try
it!"
"We have the promise of Jesus Himself that our hearts
and minds are protected," Phil said.
The tall gray ignored him and signaled those around him.
All of them stared at the group. As one, their thoughts focused on them.
The four felt it like electric charges being shot at them,
but nothing broke through.
"No weapon formed against us will prosper, " Phil
shouted.
"You still have not told us where the contents of the
black box are." The tall gray was insisting on an answer even after their
unsuccessful mind probes.
Laura exchanged glances with Phil. "The mighty breath
of God took it," Laura declared triumphantly. "It was all on filmy stuff that
the wind scattered. You would do better to look for it than wasting your time questioning
us."
The tall gray signaled the others. They were left alone in
the room. In a few moments one of the smaller grays appeared and led them down a corridor.
It faced toward what looked like an outer wall and a section shooshed open. The gray
looked at them and pointed to the opening. They needed no second invitation. They could
see desert sand and daylight.
***
After they had walked a safe distance away, they all turned
and watched the ship float upward and gain speed until it disappeared.
"That's one abduction everyone had to have
seen," Dan said. "It was in broad daylight right in the middle of the city of
Roswell."
Phil smiled. "And the cameras were rolling."
"I hate to burst your bubble," Laura said looking
around in confusion, "But where are we?"
"Yeah. The little creeps left us in the middle of
nowhere," Dan agreed.
"Dad, they are not so smart as most people believe.
They probably didn't know the difference."
"Good thing it's winter, not summer. We'd be boiling
by now," Phil mumbled.
"What was that?" Dan asked.
"Never mind. Nothing out here looks familiar to me
either. Wait a minute. Those are the Capitan Mountains over there and they're west of
Roswell. Trouble is, it's hard to tell distance out here."
"I can hear something," Dave said. He pointed.
"It's coming from that way I think."
"He's right. See that little dot over there. It seems
to be getting larger. It's coming toward us, but that's not where the sound is coming
from. Look up." Laura pointed above them. The need for action to survive temporarily
blocked all else from her mind.
"Our Gestapo people, as Jeremiah so fondly called
them," Dan said, "must have tracked the ship and saw where it came
down." Dan looked around. "There's no place to hide. Everything is open. I don't
even see a rock or bush."
Phil sighed in resignation. "Well, maybe it beats
being stranded out here."
"What if they start shooting?" Dan looked for a
place to dig in.
"They'll probably want to question us first,"
Phil replied.
"Gee, Dad. I want to go home. I want to see Mom. I've
had enough of this stuff."
"We all have, son. At least we're together. It may not
be so bad. Can't be worse than aliens/demons."
Dan looked at Phil. "No more talk like that. Let's
remember how God has been helping us."
Before anyone could reply, armed military men
surrounded them, guns drawn.
XXX
Dan stared at the bland face of the man in the gray suit
sitting across the table from him. They were sitting in a small room with a mirror. From
what he had seen on TV, Dan figured it was a window on the other side and they were being
watched. He wondered if the others were similarly occupied. Their captors were playing the
divide and conquer game. Oh well, he had nothing to hide, but what were they doing with
Dave? God, take care of my boy.
Had they found the two men under that boulder in the
valley? Were they even part of the same group? He decided it would not be wise to ask.
"We tracked the saucer. What did they want from
you?" The man finally spoke after staring at Dan in silence for a while.
"You tell me where my boy is and I'll tell you
whatever you want to know."
"No problem." He motioned toward the mirror and
the door to the room opened. Another man brought Dave in and sat him next to Dan.
Satisfied, Dan answered their questions. "They wanted
a black box we found in a valley in the Capitan Mountains or I should say, they wanted the
contents of the box. They took the box itself from us."
"What was in this black box and where are the contents
now?"
"It was full of filmy looking stuff that floated into
the air and spread out. It had maps, diagrams, pictures, writing and stuff on all of
it."
"Be more specific. Maps and diagrams of what?"
"Star maps, diagrams and plans on how to build space
ships and how their propulsion systems work. It also told about civilizations of long ago
that were here on the Earth. They had space travel back then right here on Earth. How
about that?"
"And just where is this stuff with all that
information on it now?"
"In the valley near Pine Lodge. The winds were
tremendous. They carried the stuff away. We figured it was for the best because the ship
came back and took the box. At least they didn't get the stuff."
"We're the ones who need it, not them!" The
expressionless face of the man across from him flickered with brief emotion and his voice
rose a little.
"That's where you're wrong. The technology belonged to
a long lost civilization that's dead now. They need it to build more ships and service
what they have. That's why it's so important to them and why they've been looking for it
for so long."
"Can you remember any of it?"
"Bits and pieces. I remember a lot of the
writing."
"You could read their language? I thought they didn't
speak."
"They used to. An, yes, I can read their language.
It's Atlantean."
"Atlantean? How can you read Atlantean? Is it a
language they used to speak on their planet?"
"Thousands of years ago, all spoke one language; not
just here on Earth, but everywhere in the universe. Atlantean was spoken here by the first
civilization before it was destroyed."
The man smiled a humorless smile and lit a cigarette.
"And just how did you come to know this...Atlantean; the first civilization being
Atlantis, of course."
"I was there. We all were."
The man blew a perfect smoke ring into the air and tipped
his chair back then brought it back down with a crash. "Enough of this!. Do you think
we are all fools here? We do have ways of making you talk."
"My Dad doesn't lie!"
"Shut up, kid."
"I'm telling you everything I know. It is the
truth."
"How did you know where to find the black box?"
"Salamas told us."
"And just who is this Salamas...an alien?"
"He's an angel; one of the good angels."
The man stood up and stared angrily at Dan, then turned and
left the room.
XXX
Laura determined in herself, she would not give these
horrible people the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She answered every question truthfully
and still they were not satisfied...and now this. One gray suited man was holding a gun to
her head and the other questioned Phil.
"Tell us exactly what we want to know or your pretty
little girl friend will pay the price." The man looked at Phil with a slight grin on
his lips.
Phil could see the man enjoyed his work. Phil prayed for
control before he answered. "I've told you everything I can remember. If you don't
believe me, use truth serum, hypnotize me, ...anything! My answers won't change!"
The man with the gun pulled back the hammer with a
loud click.
"We've told you all we know!" Laura gasped.
"What more so you want?"
"The truth. That's what we want. There are far more
abductions than we can account for on a radar screen or through a telescope. They are all
afraid of the masterpiece, whatever that is, and we know you have the answers." The
man shoved the barrel of the gun against Laura's head so hard he almost knocked her out of
the chair.
Phil lunged at him. the man near Phil grabbed him before he
reached his destination and shoved him down in a chair and cuffed his hands behind him.
Phil ground his teeth in anger. "Kill us both.
You still won't have any more answers. the only way you'll have more answers, is if you
answer some questions I have. If you shoot us you won't know anything. We know where we're
going when we die. How about you?"
"Enough of this! We can use drugs. You'll think you've
lost your mind by the time we get through with you," the man with the gun to Laura's
head said.
"Wait a minute, LT," the other man said.
"Let's find out what questions are so important to them Go ahead ask your questions,
but keep it brief."
"How man abductions are unaccounted for?"
"The numbers are too great to even mention. In the
millions I would say. We can track UFOs, but some fade in and out as if they are
inter-dimensional."
Phil thought for a moment. "They are. They are
from right here."
"what do you mean, right here?"
"If Satan himself, can appear as an angel of light, so
can the demons mimic aliens when it suits them. It gives them entrance into people's lives
they may not so easily obtain any other way."
Both their captors were scowling and looking incredulous.
"The other dimension is hell. Think about it. It
makes perfect sense," Phil insisted.
Laura brushed away a tear and brightened. "We were
there. We saw it. It's true!"
"Only Christians have the way to defeat these demons,
Phil added.
"Oh, yeah, and how is that?" LT and friend were
sneering in amusement.
"We use the name of Jesus, to whom every knee must bow
whether above the Earth, on the Earth, or under the Earth."
"Is that why they let the lot of you go?"
"Exactly. An I can tell you what the masterpiece
is." Phil looked at Laura.
"I can tell you that, too!" Laura said.
"Jesus Himself is the head of the church. He is our
head. We are His body, mouthpiece, arms, legs. Together we are the masterpiece God's
masterpiece."
"Enough of this religious rot!"
The man closest to him hit him so hard Phil fell over,
chair and all.
"God help us!" Phil prayed aloud.
Laura began sobbing.
"God's not interested, if there is a God!"
"Shut her up. Roll up her sleeve. Give her the drug
now. I'll do the same with preacher boy here."
XXX
Boyd straightened his tie as he looked in a mirror and
glanced at his companion.
"They let them go. Can you believe it?" He
fingered the bandage on his head.
"This isn't the end of it. We can find them wherever
they go. They're public figures now. I don't know about you, but I want them dead!"
The other man lounged back in his chair and smiled
slightly. "I already have a plan."
XXX
Dan was the first to awaken. They were beside a busy road.
He shook Dave. You OK, son?"
Dave nodded in the affirmative.
Dan shook the others. He asked them. "How did we get
here?"
Everyone nodded their heads in the negative.
"I don't remember anything," Dan said.
"Me either," Phil mumbled. "Let's see if we
can get a ride to Roswell."
"Does this road lead to Roswell?" Laura looked in
both directions.
"We'll just have to ask," Dan said. "You
wave someone down, Laura. You're the prettiest. Who could resist? Smile pretty and wave.
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