But THEIR SHOES LOOKED STRANGE AS THEIR SOLES WERE SO THICK that they gave the impression of being made of wood. (John Keel’s book ‘THE MOTHMAN PROPHECIES’ describes men who were seen wearing THICK-SOLED shoes in connection to MIB reports – Branton) We just stood there for a minute or two and looked at them. We had no idea there was anybody within miles of us and there stood three men looking at us in a cave a mile or so in the depths of old Mount Lassen. I was scared. We were unarmed. And we knew nothing about these men. One of them spoke to us. He asked what we were looking for. I told him, but I could see he didn’t believe it. We both tried to convince him, but he just smiled. We had a little argument with him, but fearing they might be some criminal gang in hiding, we came to the conclusion that we had better retreat. Turning to go we were confronted by two more of them. I can’t find any words to express the fear and utter helplessness I felt in finding our retreat cut off.
I do remember having remarked to Joe, ‘Well, it looks like we are behind the well-known eight-ball.’ I sure didn’t feel as jovial as I spoke either. One of the strangers told us, ‘I think maybe you had better come with us.’ We were in no position to argue, though we both would have liked to do a little of that right there, but we had no way of enforcing our arguments. Where could a hero gain any credit in a place like that? So we permitted the five to escort us deeper into the depths of old Lassen. They had led us farther down and I guess we had gone a couple more miles when we came to the first thing that really amazed us. We came to a place where the cavern widened out a little and we saw some kind of machine, if it can be called that. Though I had no chance to examine it closely at the time, I did later and it was a very strange contrivance. It had a very flat bottom, but the front was curved upward something like a toboggan. The bottom plate was about eight inches thick and it was the color of pure copper. But it was very hard tempered. Although I have had a lot of experience in metals and alloys, I had no opportunity to examine it closely enough to determine just what it was. I doubt very much if I could. It had a seat in the front directly behind a heavy dashboard affair and there was a dial shaped in a semi-circle with figures or markings on it. I had not the slightest idea what they stood for, but they were very simple to remember. If there was a motor, it was in the rear.
All I could see was two horseshoe or magnet-shaped objects that faced each other with the round parts to the outside. When this thing was in operation, a brilliant green arc seemed to leap between the two and to continue to glow as it was in operation. The only sound it gave off was a hum or buzz that sounded like a battery charger in operation. The seat in the front was very wide. The only method of operation was a black tear-shaped object which hung from the panel by a chain. One of these men sitting in the middle took this thing and touched the sharp end to the first figure on the left side of the dial. When he touched the first figure, the contraption seemed to move almost out from under us. But it was the smoothest and quietest take-off I ever experienced. We seemed to float.
Not the slightest sound or vibration. And after we had traveled for a minute he touched the next figure on the dial and our speed increased at an alarming rate. But when he had advanced the black object over past the center of the dial, our speed increased until I could hardly breathe. I can’t begin to estimate the distance we had traveled or our speed, but it was terrific. The two horseshoe objects in the rear created a green light that somehow shone far ahead of us, lighting up the cavern for a long way. I soon noticed a black line running down the center of the cavern and our inner-mountain taxi seemed to follow that. I don’t know how long we continued our mad ride, but it was long enough for us to become used to the terrific speed and we had just about overcome our fear of some kind of wreck when we were thrown into another spasm of fear. Another machine of the same type was approaching us head on. I could see that our captors were very nervous, but our speed continued. As the other machine became closer our speed slowed down very fast and we came to a smooth stop about two feet from the front of the other machine. Our machine had no sooner stopped than our captors leaped from the machine and started to dash away. A fine blue light leaped from the other machine in a fine pencil beam and it’s sweep caught them and they fell to the cavern and lay still. “The figures dismounted from the other machine and came close to us. Then I noticed they carried a strange object in their hands.
It resembled a fountain pen flashlight with a large, round, bulb-like affair on the back end and a grip something like a German luger. They pointed them at us. After seeing what had happened to our erstwhile captors I thought that our turn was next, whatever it was. But one spoke to us. ‘Are you surface people?’ ‘I guess we are, as this is where we came from very recently.’ ‘Where did the horlocks find you?’ ‘If you mean those guys there,’ I pointed to the five motionless figures, ‘back there a few hundred miles.’ I pointed toward the way we had come in our wild ride. ‘You are very fortunate that we came this way,’ he told us. ‘You would have also become horlocks and then we would have had to kill you also.’ That was the first time I had realized that the others were dead. They put their strange weapons away and seemed friendly enough, so I ventured to ask them the who and why and everything we had run into. I told them of our search for guano and how we had encountered the five horlocks – as he called them. And also asked him about the machines and their operation and could we get out again? He smiled and told us. ‘I could not tell you too much as you would not understand. There are so many things to explain and you could not grasp enough of what I could myself tell you. The people on the surface are not ready to have the things that the ancients have left. Neither I nor any one in any of the caverns know why these things work, but we do know how to operate some of them. However, there are a great many evil people here who create many unpleasant things for both us and the surface people.
They are safe because no one on the surface believes us or them. That is why I am telling you this. No one would believe that we exist. We would not care, but there are many things here that the outer world must not have until they are ready to receive them, as they would completely destroy themselves, so we must be sure that they do not find them. As for the machine, I don’t know how it works. But I know some of the principles of it. It works simply by gravity. And it is capable of reverse. The bottom plate of it always is raised about four inches from the surface of the floor. That is why there is no friction and has such a smooth operation. This object suspended from this chain is pure carbon. It is the key to the entire operation. As I told you before, I cannot explain why it runs, but it does.
We want you two to return to where you came and forget about us. We will show you how to operate the sled and we want you never again to enter the cave. If you do and you do not encounter the horlocks, we will have to do something about you ourselves so it would not be advisable to try to return at all events. One thing I can tell you. We never could permit you to leave another time.’ He explained to us the operation of the machine and in some way reversed it’s direction. So thanking them, we seated ourselves in the sled, as he had called it, and were soon on our way back. Our return trip was really something we enjoyed, as I was sure not to advance the carbon far enough on the dial to give us such terrific speed, but we soon found ourselves where we started from. The sled slid to a smooth stop and we jumped out and started up the cave afoot. We must have walked a long way coming in, for we thought we never would come to the surface. But at last we did. And it was late afternoon when we emerged.
We lost no time in making our way down the mountain, and Joe tells me that he isn’t even curious about what is in that cave. But I am. What is the answer to the whole thing? I would like to know. We had been told enough for me to believe that down there somewhere there are things that might baffle the greatest minds of this Earth. Sometimes I’m tempted to go back into that cave if I could find it again, which I doubt, but, then I know the warning I heard in there might be too true, so I guess I had better be of the same mind as Joe.
He says: “‘What we don’t know don’t hurt us.'” Regardless of “Joe’s” opinion, however, there is reason to believe that influences from these nether regions can and do affect “us” in a profound way, and even the men whom Ralph and Joe encountered, whoever they were, admitted this fact. Is there anything else which we might be able to “read into” this scenario, based on the accumulated data which we’ve given in previous files? The men who were encountered do confirm than an ancient (ante-deluvian?) race did in fact leave behind extremely sophisticated technology, and it is probably true that man in his largely unregenerate state might be influenced to destroy themselves with these sophisticated machinery if given the chance.
Then again the so-called Horlocks (perhaps the same as the ‘cybernized’, mind-altered and controlled “Men In Black” described by John Keel and others!?) have seemingly utilized such technology without utterly destroying themselves. This could be due to the fact that their ‘controllers’ (the serpent races?) realize the dangers of such technology and desire to conquer without destroying that which they are conquering. Also, man already has enough ‘technology’ in the form of nuclear weaponry, etc., to destroy himself many times over, but no use adding fuel to the fire as they say. As for these underground or subsurface people, they are apparently part of a race or races who discovered these recesses either hundreds or thousands of years ago, or perhaps different groups who discovered this network throughout this entire period of time. The ‘horlocks’ seem to be a group working under an evil influence, for instance–as we’ve said–possibly that of the serpent race, since there have been documented CONNECTIONS uncovered between the MIB and the Serpent Race as we have seen and will continue to see.
The previous account tends to indicate that once one becomes a ‘horlock’ (via some mind-altering method of control, re-programming or implantation-cybernization!?) they become a threat to both surface and subsurface dwellers who are trying to live an existence free from conflict. We would suggest that NO ONE who still possesses a human soul is completely out of the reach of God’s power to deliver them from any evil influence UNTIL they have left this life, at which point it WILL be too late. There have been some who have suggested that a human body could, through advanced techromancy or technological-necromantic manipulation, be “killed”, it’s “soul-matrix” removed, and revived as an operating organism controlled by another non-physical entity or a bio-computer. As strange as it may sound, this would be a hi-tech version of the ancient ‘zombie’ legends which supposedly involve the possession of a human being by a demonic entity after that person has ‘died’, or the hypnotizing of a living soul via drugs, etc., into a perpetual catatonic state of control and servitude to a sorcerer, etc.
Could this explain why some of the so-called ‘Men In Black’ appear to be more mechanical than human, spouting off monotone phrases like a programmed computer? We would suggest however that such horrible perversions of nature, if they in fact exist, would not include ALL of the entities who might be classified under the term ‘MIB’ or Men In Black, who have been described as being anything from government silencers to alien humans to implanted humans to cybernized humans to androids to reptilian-like beings attempting to pass themselves off as humans. Perhaps this whole gamut of ‘alien’ entities just mentioned are involved together in the draconian control scenario!?
We would suggest that if a “human” or even a “human-hybrid” or hu-brid still retains some semblance of a human soul, there must be a way of breaking the mental “control” of over such a soul that may be captive to a malevolent power, if that soul is willing, rather than by killing them in order to subdue their influence. The Ralph Fields account referred to SEVERAL inhabited caverns, obviously connected with this underground sub- way system. Also, the fact that the ‘horlocks’ wore surface clothing would indicate that they probably operate jointly below and above ground, mixing with the inhabitants of the upper world as Keel and others have alleged. Others have described strange activities surrounding Mt. Lassen, suggesting that this area IS in fact a “battleground” between benevolent and malevolent powers.
Some have stated that there is an “alien” atmosphere about the place, others have described strange “voices” which seem to come from nowhere, while still others have described “showers” or rocks ranging in size from small pea-like pebbles to basketball-size stones in a few cases. This ‘might’ result from volcanic activity, then again, it might not.
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