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Extra-terrestrial biological entities or aliens have a long history in American folklore and elsewhere as well. The idea of aliens first entered the human mythos probably since ancient times when people looked up at the stars and imagined distant worlds. UFOs, in particular, have been reported for centuries, and some contend that they are even mentioned in the bible as the so-called Wheels of Ezekiel. Perhaps the first instance that aliens touched the American mainstream was with the publication of H.G. Well’s War of the Worlds in 1897 and the subsequent radio broadcast in 1938 by Orson Welles, which caused mass hysteria from people believing the earth to be under attack by little green men from Mars.
Since then, there have been repeating cases of UFO sightings as well as alleged cases of alien abduction. In 1947, there was a highly publicized weather balloon crash in Roswell, New Mexico that many now believe to have been a cover-up for an alien spacecraft crash where actual specimens were recovered and studied by the U.S government. Around this time, the infamous area 51 Air Force testing base gained notoriety for alien-related phenomena. Then, in 1961, a rural farm couple claimed to have been abducted by alien aircraft and aliens who they referred to as the “Zeta Reticulans” after the Zeta Reticuli system where they supposedly originate from. The Hill abduction case took place in New Hampshire and was perhaps the first recorded introduction of the alien Grays, an extraterrestrial race known for their large heads and oval-shaped eyes. There has been no shortage of movies, books, and other forms of media published that depict aliens ever since.
Now, the common discourse centers around conspiracy more than fiction. Is the government hiding the existence of such entities from the public? Many UFO researchers say that they are. Val Valerian is one of the top authorities when it comes to alien research, and he published a volume of reports beginning in 1981 called the Matrix series (no, not the movie) each spanning several hundred pages of compiled research. There are electronic versions floating online that are free to download. However, whoever ventures to read them should be warned, as the books contain harrowing details of a government cover-up. Matrix I, published in 1981, goes over the extensive detail of the alien Grays, covering subjects such as cattle mutilations, human implants, and underground facilities. Research these books at your own risk. The following story is based off a first-hand account recorded in Matrix I.
Visitors from the Mojave
This happened during my time as a researcher for a local university. While I was working on my master thesis I was assigned geological field work to be conducted in the mountains of southern Nevada. I tell this story not because I lead a boring life that requires occasional embellishment of the details, but because the things I saw shook me to my core. Any geologist will tell you that our work is exciting enough for the need of embellishment. Surveying rocks, mountains, and desserts are all the excitement that we need. Being a man of science, I believe strongly in empirical methods. I am well trained in the scientific method as well as experimental design. These are well-established methods for discovering the truth, or close enough to the truth that it is accepted as being true. At the end of the day, logic and science are the only sources of truth that humans can rely on. This much I will take to my grave. My only conclusions from this entire experience are that either these methods are flawed, or there are glaring inconsistencies between what we are told and what is actually out there. I have no reason to believe that science is flawed. On the other hand, I have no way to verify that the so-called empirical facts given to us by our leaders and governments are true. I think we are being lied to. The magnitude of that lie will only become more and more apparent as the twenty-first century takes it course. What I tell you today may put me in mortal danger. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve already passed to the other side.
The mountains of southern Nevada are beautiful. They make up part of the Mojave Desert, one of the driest deserts in North America. I won’t tell you the exact location where I was surveying, both because of my research and because I don’t think it’s safe for people to go near there. Don’t go looking out in the desert either. You are not trained to survive there like I am, you wouldn’t last very long. I actively discourage anyone from going into the Mojave for whatever reason. The number of operations going on around that area is astounding. If you are smart, you will stick to the cities. You have probably heard of the military base Groom Lake? I guess you might know it by that other name given by the media, Area 51. That base is also located in the Mojave, but the incident happened miles away from there. Well really it was more than a single incident, that cumulated into one big mess. That’s all I can really call it, a mess. Believe me, I’ve tried other words, but what’s the point? No word will do it justice unless I tell you it from the start.
When I go on a survey I either go at it alone or with a trusted partner. The company helps from getting bored when you are out camping in the desert. The areas are usually inaccessible by car, so you have to hike a good ten or fifteen miles a day. I had a dog with me too, Sherry. She is no longer in the picture. The point is, on these geological surveys you want to go with someone else or you will lose your mind. I think that’s what happened to Earl because he left the program and was never heard from again. To this day nobody has been able to locate him, not the police or his family. Of the times I was out there, I think I spent two long trips with Earl, each lasting around a week at a time, Well Earl refused to go with me after that second trip. Something happened, and he could never find the words to tell me.
The shorter trips where we didn’t go far into the desert where easy, pleasant even. Short hikes only, usually no complicated mapping needed. We went in the morning or afternoon to try to get done before sundown. The longer trips though, you had to endure through the nights. Something about the darkness and the desert is unsettling to say at the least. You hear things you probably shouldn’t be hearing. You see lights where there shouldn’t be any. Being a scientist and a reasonable person overall, I do believe that most of these feelings can be attributed to tricks of the mind. Being out in the field for days at a time, you don’t have the luxury of full course meals. Water can be scarce. I do believe that people start imagining things due to a lack of nutrition. That, and the fact that humans aren’t nocturnal, your mind is already on edge when the lights go out. Almost as if you are expecting something to be there. It was on one of those nights that we first saw strange lights. I saw them, Earl saw them. Old Sher probably saw them too. This was on the first long trip we had, maybe four days into the excursion. We had returned to camp as usual and set up a little-canned food dinner. I and Earl talked for a bit, I think I had brought a novel to read then we went off to bed.
I was awoken that night by Sher’s barking. Normally well-behaved dog, Sher hardly barks at anything, so you can imagine the state I was in getting up from that tent. We were permitted to carry firearms on our trips, just in case some animal caused us trouble or if we encountered a mad person out in the desert. I remember reaching for my revolver before stepping outside. Earl was nowhere to be found. I yelled for his name, but there was no response. Only Sher’s distant barking. I wasn’t sure how far she’d gone, but at the time it sounded like a quarter mile away. I figured Earl would be with her, so took off in that general direction. I saw the lights before I could see Sherry. It wasn’t a plane, that’s for damn sure. If I had to describe the color, I would say just plain white or maybe yellow? The kind of lights you see at night. Not stars, these lights were moving. Multiple. At least a dozen of them, each spread out in equal distances. They formed a sort of lattice in the sky, but each was strobing ever so slightly.
My immediate reaction was to go towards them, towards Sher and Earl to figure out what the hell was going on. No matter how fast I ran through the desert shrubbery and rocks, the lights didn’t seem to change in configuration. They must have been really high up. By the time I got to Sher, the lights had disappeared. I found Earl not too far away. He didn’t look very well. At first, I thought he was on something because he had a hard time responding to my questions. She stopped barking when I got to her, instead she kept to low whines. Boy, was she happy to see me. Earl, on the other hand, was listless. For the next 20 minutes or so we spent walking back to the camp he had very little words for me. “Did you see those lights?”, I asked. He said that he did, but to my surprise, he didn’t feel like talking about it further. And every time I asked him what he thought they were, he simply changed the subject. I could tell he was disturbed, so I went easy on the questions. He told me Sher had chased off a medium-sized animal, maybe a wildcat and that is why she was barking.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to believe him. The rest of the trip was completed uneventfully. No more barking, or strange lights at night. I think neither of us got very much sleep the following nights. We didn’t mention it while we were out collecting data. In fact, we became engrossed in our work as never before. There was a point were Earl and I seemed to shadow each other’s thoughts and movements like we shared the same thought processes. We are both competent geologists, so this wasn’t too surprising. That we didn’t talk about the lights was the surprising thing.
Then on the last day, just as we were getting ready to leave, we encountered something strange. Well, I wouldn’t say it was out of the realm of possibility, but it was indeed odd. As we were walking back to our camp, we saw a man, maybe around our age—either the late thirties or the early forties, if I had to guess. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, with no sign of field equipment what so ever. That in itself isn’t odd. What is odd, though, is that we were hours away from the closest paved road at the time. There was no conceivable way for this man to be there unless he had also been hiking. But if he was hiking he would need equipment, water at the very least. This man didn’t have a backpack or anything else on his person. He didn’t speak to us. I’m not convinced if he even saw us. I remember saying a curt “hello,” but there was no response. He had Asian eyes, you know the little slits they have? Epicanthic fold I think is what it’s called. Probably just a tourist going camping with his friends. I wouldn’t blame him for not returning the greeting. At 6’2 weighing 240 pounds, I do come off as a little intimidating. Earl is just as big. We reached the camp and our way back to where I parked. We saw nobody else until we hit the highway back home.
I saw less of Earl after that but we remained in touch. The second trip we did not too long after that was completely uneventful. Earl was in good spirits the whole time, talking about his engagement to his fiancée. Sher didn’t bark like she did the previous trip, and we saw no lights. But, there were times that I could not account for Earl’s location. He disappeared for maybe hours at a time. At one point I was scared he had gotten lost, but he returned to camp just before dark saying he’d run out of batteries on his satellite phone. That was the only strange thing that happened. But again, is that so strange? When I examined his phone, it was indeed out of batteries. When I asked him where’d he gone, he would say he went off to survey a different area so that we could get the job done twice as fast. We didn’t see the Asian man. Overall it was a very successful trip.
Something had changed with Earl. He contacted me even less, and I stopped running into him around campus. I talked to his professors, and they all said he was MIA. I never met his fiancée up to this point, but I under one of our professor’s digression I looked up his address and paid a visit. What I learned was pure chaos. He’d been missing for two weeks at the time. The finance knew nothing. Earl had told her nothing. The day before he disappeared was a completely normal day. He simply didn’t come home from work. The police questioned me extensively, but the university backed me up on my claims. I had nothing to do with his disappearance. The last time I saw him was on campus a few days after our last trip and he seemed fine.
It wasn’t until a year passed that anything else happened. This year in fact, not too long ago. I had begun to think that the desert was just that, a dry geographic area. But two months ago, I was assigned another field trip in the same general area. The things I saw there have wracked my mind with unease. I can’t do anything now without thinking about what I saw, and I don’t know who I am supposed to reach out to. I will be direct as possible, as there isn’t much time for me. Extra-terrestrial biological entities exist, and the government doesn’t want you to know. I saw them with my own two eyes. I’ve been in contact with another man who believes me. Ex-military. He says he’s personally met them. Personally, I wouldn’t want to.
Here is what happened. I was set for a three-day excursion, just me and Sher. Right from the start, I felt like something was wrong. I couldn’t recognize any of the geological features even though I’ve surveyed the same area countless times. My coordinates were probably off, or there was some bug in the software because nothing was where it was supposed to be. It was as if entire rock faces were picked up and placed somewhere else. It happened during the day, maybe around noon but I’m not sure. I was hiking along with Sher and she started barking. I immediately recognized it as the same terrified barking from the other night. There was no animal though, and it was too bright to see any lights from that one night. The barking continued and intensified. It was then that I perceived a human form in the distance. I wouldn’t have spotted them if it wasn’t for the bright yellow t-shirt they were wearing. They were simply wandering about like they were lost. I looked at them through binoculars, and I was started to see that they had turned around and were looking directly at me. I swear by you, what I saw was the same Asian man from before! This time, upon noticing me, the man sprinted away like a startled animal. Either he wasn’t supposed to be there, or I wasn’t. For the first time, I was scared in that desert.
I was scared, but also a little angry that the Asian man simply took off in that manner. Was he doing something illegal, I wondered? I did something that to this day, I still regret. I chased after him as fast as I could, but upon reaching a rock formation that he disappeared behind, he was nowhere to be seen. Sher was still with me, visibly upset and whining nonstop. I ignored her for the most part, which was my second mistake that I regret. We walked for a few minutes in the general direction the Asian man left, going behind more rock formations and losing track of my position multiple times. Sher would no longer follow me—I told her it was okay to stay behind and that I would return for her shortly. What I saw next was mind-altering. How I didn’t faint on the spot, I will never know. But a mere hundred yards away from me, I saw a group of Asian people scaling down what looked like invisible stairs. Upon better inspection, I saw a strange outline-like glass under water that was distorting the light around the mountain. It seemed the Asian people were coming from the hatch of a large aircraft that had some sort of cloaking technology, certainly nothing our military had.
After I got back to my senses, I was overwhelmed by panic. I really should not have been there. To this day, I don’t know if they saw me, but I remember taking off running as damn fast as I could. I didn’t go back for Sher, but I did hear her barking in the distance. I remember how it suddenly stopped, and I didn’t hear it again after that. I ran until I was heaving with saliva falling from my gaping mouth. Once I was a suitable distance away, I hid behind some bushes and took my satellite phone out. Neither it or my GPS were working. Upon looking up, I saw a large, military-looking black helicopter hovering only a few hundred feet from where I was. I’m not too familiar with military craft, but this one had no insignia. I didn’t know if it was Air Force, Coast Guard, or what. If I had to guess, I’d say it was a black hawk. The strange thing is that I didn’t hear it coming until it was right above my head. Usually, rescue helicopters can be heard for miles out, but not this one. I thought I was a goner. Unmarked helicopters are bad news, wherever you are. I tried running, but I was completely out of breath, then the craft just turned around and went in the direction where I encountered the Asian group.
Somehow, I made it back to my car. Sher wasn’t anywhere to be seen—and I hate myself for doing this—but I figured my life was more important than hers. Later, I would convince myself that Sher would have gladly given up her life to save mine. Of course, I didn’t know what happened to her, but I had a feeling she was no longer alive at that point. Then, I perceived a black town car parked not too far from mine—and I froze. A man pulled the window down and looked at me with this icy look. He was wearing dark glasses, so I couldn’t make out his eyes—but the look told me, “I know what you saw. If you want to live, you will never tell anyone about this. Even if you do, nobody will believe you.” Then, he just sped off, leaving me alone next to my car. I went straight to McDonald's, ordered 3 big macs, and broke down crying inside the booth. I still see black cars following me around. I know I don’t have much time left, but I figured telling someone is the least I can do. It is vitally important that this information is passed on.
