Jim, This is a file taken from the journal of a friend of mine who is fairly deep into var
This is a file taken from the journal of a friend of mine who is fairly deep
into various new age/occult techniques and ideas. I knew he was doing
some channeling off and on so I asked him to see what he could find out
about the US government and UFOs, since he had just read the Roswell
Incident with some interest.
I am interested, of course, in any SPECIFIC corroboration of details in this
psychicly obtained description of the government/UFO situation with any
non-psychic facts, or high plausibility, putative facts, you might be privy to. I
I would also appreciate any disconfirmation of this narrative too. You might
consider this a first effort at one of the suggestions I put forward in my file
of ways to move private ufology ahead. I sent that file to you a few months
Late Wednesday Night
At 8:30, we meditated together, and my partner noticed I had a faraway
expression in my eyes, as if I "was looking at other worlds". What I had
experienced was even more unusual than that: it was this world I was
seeing, but from the vantage point of the pilot of a flying saucer. In great
silence the small craft floated over a dark, silvery nightscape of meadows,
rivers, and silent barns. It seemed to be somewhere on the east coast of this
country, Connecticut or Vermont perhaps, with rolling countryside,
hardwood trees, and dimly-seen farms. The only color were blurs of yellow
and orange light under the some of the trees and inside the houses; these
colors were produced by emanations from the humans and farm animals
sleeping beneath us. The other colors came from my crewmates within the
darkened craft; no one and no thing spoke, leaving a perfect silence. Within
this silence I saw pulsating colors communicating swift thoughts, blue, green,
flickers of white. I saw a clearing and the craft slowly drifted down ... we
Later, soaking in the tub, I started to meditate and felt the contact again. We
were on the ground, and the other two crew members opened the oval door.
The sterile, unobtrusive air of the craft was suddenly replaced by a startling
gust of spring air, vibrant with flowers, trees, animals, bursting upon us. We
were on Earth.
5/12/87 Tuesday Evening
My partner and I had recently completed a class in channeling psychic
information, and we wanted to try out our new skill by asking questions
about the Roswell incident that I'd read about in Moore's book. This was our
fourth session; neither of us consider ourselves trained psychics or any such
thing. I mentioned this session to Keith Rowell next day, and he really
wanted me to write it down, so I did.
This is an account of the information received during a recent psychic
channeling session. I was asking questions and prompting my partner; she
answered with the words and images that came to her. I frequently received
images and feelings myself as she spoke.
I started by asking if there were any UFOs retrieved from Roswell, NM in
1947, and if so, where were they now? She answered that there were three
places. The first was in New Mexico, in the SE quarter, and it appeared
"dark", with no current investigation being done. This appeared as a large,
dark hangar or warehouse, lit by a few pools of light, with many different
groups of objects on the floor. I felt an emotion of an eerie, strange quality; I
mentioned this and she said that the people guarding it felt afraid of it,
although there was no danger; perhaps they falsely believed that there was
nuclear radiation in this area. This area was the site of an investigation that
was now terminated, probably due to inconclusive results.
Two other areas appeared that were "bright"; these are the focus of on-going
investigations. Both these areas are just over the border in Texas, with my
partner reporting the border area being fuzzy and indistinct. Perhaps parts
from the warehouse were being moved across the border.
One area was quite bright, and it was mostly due east of Roswell, and a little
to the south. This area is apparently an Air Force base with a large, brightly
lit hangar which contains a 30 foot UFO of the classic "flying saucer" shape, a
disk with a central bulge rising on the top. There is an area about 8-10 feet
across where there is a ragged gash in the side, where the investigators are
focussing their efforts. People dressed in white coats were operating
computers and observing the UFO with instruments. They have been able to
enter the UFO through the hole in the side, but they have had very little
success in breaking off any pieces for further study. In the whole time it has
been under study (now 40 years) they have only broken off 2 or 3 pieces.
This is a source of major frustration on the project.
I asked my partner to find the navigation console. She described three
ranks of buttons curved around a padded chair, with banks of slide controls
on the extreme right and left. Above the buttons is a rectangular view-
screen about 2 feet across. This is the only way to view conditions outside; it
is also used for navigation displays and communications with the home
planet -- or home plane of existence. Looking around, the simple interior
was essentially intact, except for the area of crash damage.
The military officials responsible for the UFO wish they had never found it,
since it has eaten up money and resources for 40 years and produced
essentially no useful information. They'd like to bury it once and for all.
This has not been done because it is too difficult to move the big disk in
complete secrecy; it is hard to disguise, and cannot be dismantled in any
way. There is an amusing tradition of the old base commanders keeping
their little surprise to themselves, allowing the new ones to discover the
"skeleton in the closet" all on their own.
The individual investigators and contractors feel differently; they are
fascinated by the object, although they are bound by severe secrecy
agreements. The feeling-tone of the secrecy agreement was that anyone
who ever spoke of the project or their findings would not live very long, so
they have made a Faustian bargain with their employers.
There was a contractor off-base, with a name similar to "MEARS" or
"MARRIOT", but not either. This contractor had an L-shaped piece of pipe,
about 3-4 feet in total length, with both ends roughly torn. The pipe has an
outer metallic jacket, a thin, dark intermediate layer, and an inner layer. It
has an outside diameter of about 4-5 inches. What was of interest to the
investigators was that just beyond the "L" bend of the long section is a
partially open valve, which operated in the manner of a sphincter. Beyond
that is a closed valve. These valves, or sphincters, cannot be seen outside the
pipe; it took a fiber-optic probe to find the surprising inner construction of
the pipe. Apparently the metal can flow under electrical command, perhaps
in a manner similar to peristalsis, or at least form a double valve. What was
defeating the investigators was the location of the control wires, which are
simply regions of differing conductivity within the pipe, rather than separate
I asked what the range of the UFO was and received an initially baffling
answer ... 6 times the Earth's orbit around the Sun, INCLUDING the proper
motion of the Sun/Earth around the Galaxy during the 6-year interval, in
other words, a spiral of length unknown to the writer or channeler. I asked if
the UFO could reach the nearest star, and got the answer about 1/4 short of
that distance. I asked where the rendezvous point was, since it couldn't
reach any nearby stars. I got the answer that it was dark ... like a desert, or
a junk yard, with spare parts laying around everywhere. There was no life
here, it was only a stopping point or repair station. The location is about 1/4
to 1/5 of the way to the nearest star.
A question about any possible aliens associated with this craft produced the
answer that they were all dead, with three or four in cryogenic suspension.
They are located north of the UFO team, but still within Texas. The zoologists
and biologists studying the aliens have been taking small samples from the
frozen aliens for many years, but their results have been inconclusive. Most
of the studies have been radiologic, using CAT-scan techniques to map the
internal organs. The UFO and alien investigator teams have not had contact
with each other since the early days of the project, although they know of
each other's existence.
When we visited the contractor's office, I had my partner trace the
documents to their origin. After a long pause, she saw an office in
Washington. It had a flag in it, and after looking at some of the certificates
on the walls, she decided it was the office of an official in the Air Force. She
looked around some more, but it was pretty plain, the usual governmental
office with file cabinets and a wooden desk.
I prompted my partner to find the real origin of the information, no matter
where it was ... I was getting a little annoyed with all the diversions and
sidetracks. After another long pause, she described a corridor deep
underground. I started to see it myself, the same as I saw the dimly-lit
hangar earlier in the session (I seemed to be seeing things that had strong
The corridor was very dark, with a frosted-glass door on either end. It felt
like a tomb. Everything was a stony gray, and a massive safe, with smooth
edges, projected about 6 inches out from the wall. Inside this safe, which
looked a bit like the heavy doors in a morgue, was the secret. I gradually
started to feel uneasy in this place. Suddenly I felt a rush of danger, like the
hot breath of a powerful animal bearing down on us. I spoke out to my
partner, "Let's get out of here now! This is psychicly guarded!" Suddenly we
were back in the living room, eyes open, shaking. I asked if she felt any
sense of psychic trace-back, and she said no.
My partner told me she had actually entered the safe, and had felt gradually
pulled in. She was glad I asked her to get out, because it felt to her like
anything that went far enough into that whatever-it-was would never get
out. She said it felt like a black hole. Information could get in, but never get
out. Since she was under my direction to find the origin, it took my words to
break off the search. We both felt shaken by this experience. It hadn't
occurred to us that some things might be under psychic isolation.
My partner thought the psychic guard was probably there to prevent yogis
in caves in the Himalayas and the idle curious from poking around with the
deepest government secrets.
She did actually see what she was seeking; it was a tape, probably an audio
tape, that could self-destruct immediately. There were other tapes also; they
had other secrets, the deepest secrets of the government. It's actually kind
of clever to keep a psychicly guarded document in a form that requires a
machine to reconstruct the information; asking a psychic to read an audio
tape, decode a computer tape, or play a record in their mind would be quite
As for the accuracy of the channeling, who knows? Both of us were quite
new at it, and this session produced the most detailed information of any of
our channeling experiences. Whether we picked up objectively real events,
or the projections of mass consciousness, or shared a detailed waking
fantasy, is something we can't answer. Where do you draw the line on what
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