THE SECRETS OF THE MOJAVE — Page #2a

As a result of this war, according to Meier, a leader by the name of Pleiore allegedly led a mass exodus of surviving refugees from the Lyran system in an effort to reach and colonize the Pleiades, the Hyades, and Vega. Even today as we’ve seen previously, some ‘Contactees‘ have reportedly encountered the modern-day Vegans, as well as the Pleiadians. Whether Tau Ceti was colonized as a result of this exodus, or whether it was an original ‘link‘ in apparent colonization by ancient Eartheans of the Lyran system, is uncertain.

It is interesting however that, when viewed from earth, the three constellations of Taurus (Pleiades), Cetus, and Eridanus are ADJACENT to each other and in the same sector of the sky. At this point in time, Meier was told, the Pleiadians were part of a union of interstellar colonists and civilizations numbering over 127 billion humans. One interesting thing that Meier was told is that the ‘Nordics‘ or ‘Pleiadeans‘ were approximately 3000 YEARS advanced over us in technological development!

(This extreme closeness in development when compared to the multi-billion year history of the galaxy may seem highly unusual, as well as the fact that nearly all human cultures in this sector of the universe who have contacted earthen claim to be no more than a few thousand years advanced over us. The most likely explanation is that human life in this part of the galaxy appeared in one single world and quickly spread out to other systems, adapting themselves to their new environments, especially after “hyperspace” travel became a reality).

Are there any other accounts that might support the above scenario?

In the Spring, 1991 issue of “UFO JOURNAL OF FACTS” (Box 17206., Tucson, AZ 85710), researcher Forest Crawford gives a very remarkable description of a crash-recovery of a disk which was reported by a former deep-level government employee who Crawford refers to only as ‘Oscar‘.

For reasons which should be obvious, ‘Oscar’s‘ last name was not given. His story, as quoted by Crawford, is as follows:

“‘…The eggs had their typical lack of firmness and the sausage tasted more like greasy rope than pork links. The order to mobilize saved me from this breakfast experiment. We proceeded down six flights of stairs below the COMTRAPAC submarine base in San Diego to ‘shoot-the-tubes.’ After placing a few pieces of jewelry in a container I climbed into the cylinder to travel the tunnels to an unknown assignment. I wondered what was so important to upgrade our pay from E-3 to E-6 before we left and besides that, we could not even finish breakfast.

“‘ As I am told of our departure, a familiar uneasy feeling comes over me. When you push down on the accelerator in your car, one can feel the tug of inertia sinking you into the seat.

When you travel the tubes there is no feeling of motion but you know when the door opens you will be in another place hundreds, even thousands of miles away. For some comfort, I checked to see if the watch hidden in my pocket was still there. I quickly looked to see if it is still running. It seems to be working normally, so why no jewelry? Because of electrical charge buildup perhaps?

“The soft clang of the door opening made me tense again. I did not even feel us stop!

Peeking at the watch I noted only 30 minutes had passed. We must be in California, Nevada or Arizona, I thought. As I stepped from the windowless capsule I heard a military policeman murmur ‘Turners’ Rangers.‘ Our reputation had preceded us. As I readorned my jewelry the first surprise of this assignment was about to come.

“‘ A high-ranking Naval O.S.S. Officer informs us that we will not be allowed above ground while in North Dakota.

NORTH DAKOTA!

Several of us were led to a large hanger-like room that had been quickly set up to function as a laboratory. Resting on heavy jack stands in the middle of the room was a large disk-shaped craft. The chief scientist present was introduced as Professor Bear. As his briefing and some discussion proceeded, I rapidly developed a rapport with this talented, open-minded and gentleman.

“‘ The craft had crashed near Phoenix, Arizona and was moved to this North Dakota base.

Two dead alien bodies with fatal radiation exposure were found outside the craft. I reflected on my O.S.S. Training for crash retrieval and remembered thinking. ‘Why bother, we will never get a chance to be involved in anything that exciting.‘ Well, not only was I involved, I was the security team leader. This meant that when the craft was opened I would be the first one inside! After all, one does not send in a high ranking officer or a chief scientist to possibly encounter an alien booby trap or extraterrestrial virus. Come to think of it, the prospects did not excite me either. As Professor Bear prepared his ultrasonic sound generators for opening the craft, my apprehension turned to intensity; after all, this was what my training was for.

“‘As ‘the Bear‘ tuned his equipment the smooth solid metal surface of the craft began to ripple like when you throw a stone in the water. When the ripples seemed to gain harmonic stability the now liquid metal parted in a circular iris-like fashion. As I stepped inside I noticed a fresh pine scent and a strange smoothness to everything. The interior was rounded off and continued with no seams or rivets. It was as if the walls, floor, and ceiling were formed out of one piece of metal. Even a table in the center of the craft looked as though it had been pushed up out of the floor. What appeared to be control panels had no knobs, switches or dials. There were strange symbols highlighting these futuristic yet simple consoles.

“‘The outside of the craft had no apparent damage yet the interior showed some distortion, possibly from the crash. Next to one of the panels, I could see something that would challenge my training and change my perceptions of reality forever. The craft was just another piece of hardware, but seated next to the panel was a human! Its gender was obviously male. Aside from his unusual dress he could have walked past you at a grocery store and not command much attention.

Upon noticing some injuries about his head I instinctively and quickly moved toward him to help. His skin was a bronze color, reminiscent of Mediterranean or South American cultures. His hair was similarly brown and very short in a Roman or crew style cut. The only real difference in appearance from earth humans was that his ears were slightly pointed. He reminded me of pictures of Quetzalcoatl, the deity of the ancient Toltecs.

(Note: This mythic being which was also known as the ‘feathered serpent’ may have been either human or serpentine, depending on the different ‘depictions’ given by the ancient Mayas, Toltecs, etc. – Branton).

“‘He was conscious and in great pain. One leg was partially pinned by the shifting interior. I was examining cuts on his cheek and lip when I first touched him. An overwhelming feeling of compassion came over me as I heard his voice in my head. I could understand him clearly even though his mouth did not move. The communication was strictly telepathic…”

(Note: In this case, he mean ’empathic’. There is little evidence that actual mind-to-mind ‘thought reading’ is a reality, at least without the aid of sophisticated technology. Even if it were possible the ‘words’ formed in the mind of the human encountered by ‘Oscar’ would most likely be in a language completely unfamiliar to him. Most people who experience this phenomenon claim that ‘thought words’ are not involved, but that so-called ‘telepathy’ instead involves the empathic ‘feelings’ or ‘images’ BEHIND these words. Emotions are the most common ‘universal language’ between the various different human races wherever they may be.

Many experts claim that ‘words’ make up only about twenty percent of the actual ‘communication’ which passes between people. Sometimes body language, facial expressions, feelings, eye contact, and attitudes tell more about what a person is thinking than mere ‘words’ can. This is because humans have a duel physical and spiritual nature. Just as an astronomer can determine the chemical makeup of a star by looking at its spectrograph, human beings are like ‘lights’ in themselves who can to a large extent be ‘interpreted’ by others who are sensitive to the feelings, expressions and words-attitudes which they are projecting. For instance emotions, sight, and even thoughts result from a combination of the physical and spiritual natures of human beings. )

So with this interjection, we now continue with ‘Oscar’s’ account:

“‘ I perceived his fear of being harmed and told him that I would not let anyone hurt him. Suddenly, a voice from the doorway refocused my attention on the duties at hand. “‘ I called back that we had a live one. The craft filled with gloved and masked medical personnel to help free the occupant. He was quickly carried outside and placed on a gurney. I remarked that he felt heavy for his size and a few others that had assisted agreed. As the alien was whisked off for medical attention, Professor Bear examined the inside of the craft. He found what he thought was a star map depicting the constellation Eridanus and wondered if that might be where the alien was from. After a brief discussion concerning the nature of the communications, Bear asked me to accompany him to the medical lab. As we talked along the way I referred to the alien being as ‘Hank.’ The professor asked if that was the name the alien had given me.

“I explained that it was not and that I had chosen that nickname based on it’s native American reference to a ‘troubled spirit.‘ The professor smiled and said, ‘Hank it is,‘ and the name seemed to immediately stick. In the antiseptic, impersonal medical room Hank’s discomfort was compounded by his complete undressing. While still in great pain he was examined from head to toe. No stone was left unturned, so to speak. They treated him as if he were a baby of some rare animal species being firstborn into captivity. It became evident that Hank could not communicate with everyone involved so I was asked to be a translator. I had no trouble understanding that the normal anesthetics we were administering had little or no effect. Suddenly, with Hank’s discomfort still a concern, everyone’s attention became divided between the being and a new person arriving on the scene.

“‘This new person was obviously important yet seemed to make everyone uneasy. Even Hank recoiled in fear when he came close. He barked a few stern orders and several people, myself included, marched into a nearby conference room. The man introduced himself as Frank Drake and told us he was the head of the operation. The reports would henceforth be titled ‘Project OSMA‘ (with an ‘S’). As the sound of his continued briefing faded into a daydream, I thought about how my regimented life had just jumped the track and was now speeding off in a totally new direction…’

Forest Crawford, commenting on the incident, states:

“This extraordinary story, according to the witness, is not fiction. Oscar is a simple country person from rural Missouri where he lives with his wife, three children, and a menagerie of stray animals. His life is seemingly uncomplicated and unhurried. However, his eyes reflect a clarity indicative of inner knowledge and understanding. “We first came to meet this man as the result of a lead from nuclear physicist and renowned Ufologist, Stanton Friedman.