From: [email protected] Organization: 24th Street Exchange Date: Tue, 28 Oct 97 12:31:49 -0700 Subject: DrRichCE4.1How does a psychologist begin to talk about contact by extraterrestrials? As I write this (February, 1993), I am still strongly influenced by the popular culture's carefully sculpted attitude of scoffing at extraterrestrial contact. And, of course, I have my professional position to think about. Then, too, the disclosure work I have done on covert weapons and operations of the "Black Budget" side of government has earned me scores of warnings from ex-military and "ex- "Intelligence types. Given the focus of the CIA and Defense Intelligence on psychological warfare, psychotronics and mind control, am I not giving them further keys to my mind by making open the intimate details of my close encounter experiences? However, to tell the truth, I am driven by a sense of mission to tell this truth and damn the consequences. It has become increasingly clear to me that this sense of mission comes from my extraterrestrial contacts. But, lest I sound like a galactic version of the Manchurian Candidate, let me affirm that I probably would have done it anyway. Telling the truth in the face of the Big Lie has always been important to me. So, here goes.
In reporting Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind (CE-IV's), I shall omit the possible, but not certain, incidents of my earlier life. Such would include an unseen, silent mystery "helicopter?" that shone an intense beam of white light down on our car and the roadside hill, as my girlfriend Donna and I were driving between Mokelumne Hill and San Andreas, CA on Highway 49 on a summer night in 1984. Or the intense light that lit up my surroundings and woke me up around 4:30 a.m. in 1952, as I, age 12, slept on a Boy Scout campout in the Eastern California desert near the Nevada line. I assumed it was the light from an atomic bomb test due to go off that morning at the Nevada Test Site. So I groggily went back to sleep, only to be reawakened about an hour later by the flashbulb-bright lightburst of the actual atom bomb, complete with delayed faint rumble sound from the East. I remember wondering puzzledly about "two" test shots so close together, when normally they are spaced weeks apart.
Leaving aside the unclear incidents, I will concentrate on what is certain. My sure Close Encounters are two, plus some "minor" incidents. My first sure Close Encounter took place from about 11:20 p.m., April 12, until 12:20 a.m., April 13, 1992 on a lonely stretch of U.S. Highway 180 in southern New Mexico. The second Close Encounter occurred along an equally lonely stretch of Nevada State Highway 375 about 100 miles north of Las Vegas on the night of November 30, 1992. Both encounters took place, perhaps not coincidentally, while I was engaged in covert reconnoitering of areas having classified UFO/Star Wars bases.
To put my first Close Encounter into perspective, the reader should know that this CE-IV took place on the fifth day of an intensive reconnaissance tour I made of secret UFO bases, Star Wars weapons labs, and Black Budget test ranges of the U.S. Southwest. I made this Grand Tour after four months of intense reading up on the latest information on these topics. My intensity came from some source outside of my usual curiosity.
During the portion of the tour before I had my CE-IV, I had already reconnoitered: [cf. footnote 1] a secret, undeclared missile battery at Deep Springs, CA, protecting the western approaches to classified bases in mid-Nevada; the Department of Energy's secret Tonopah (Star Wars weapons) Test Range; the Above-Top-Secret Area 51 and Area S-4 bases where I actually saw the U.S. flying its own homemade flying saucers; the anomalous support facilities to the Archuleta Mesa installation near Dulce, NM, where multiple UFO sightings and cattle mutilations have been reported; the Los Alamos National Laboratories' anti-matter and biological weapons, and extraterrestrial biological research facilities; the Sandia National Laboratories at Kirtland Air Force Base, Albuquerque where I discovered controlled, self-sustaining, compact, magnetically- contained nuclear fusion available as a powerplant or source of SDI weapon energy, and 100- trillion-volt electro- magnetic-pulse weapons development; the classified-Umbra National Solar Observatory at Sunspot, NM where USAF scientists research spaceflight effects of geomagnetics; and the adjacent National Security Agency's ELMINT Sacramento Peak Frequency Surveillance Station (under cover of U.S. Army) which monitors electromagnetic intelligence around the White Sands Missile Range, Holloman Air Force Base and NASA's secret Johnson Space City complex behind White Sands National Monument.
After my personal ET encounter, I completed, as scheduled, my reconnaissance of: the National Radio Astronomy Observatory (Datil, NM), (where I discovered the government is secretly sending and receiving communication signals from intelligent sources in space); secret underground tunnels being prepared near the site of what was supposed to be the Very Large Array radiotelescope facility (Pietown, NM); and Northrop's highly-classified U.S. flying saucer manufacturing works near Lancaster in the Tehachapi Mountains, where I saw brief test flights of the same U.S. saucers I saw extensively flown above Area 51, Nevada.
Thus, it was in the context of this eye-opening and dangerous reconnoiter,uncovering secrets of the Southwest's most exotic, classified and heavily-guarded UFO and Star Wars bases, that I was intercepted halfway through by extraterrestrials.
The Extraterrestrials have a vital interest in this governmental technological and weapons- oriented buildup response to the secret the government has suppressed for 45 years: that extraterrestrial contact is a fact. The Extraterrestrials' vital interest is that these Star Wars weapons have been prepared against, and are being targeted on, them.
Before I began my Grand Tour, I had shifted from my previously neutral-to-favorable stance on Extraterrestrials to a rather fearful and wary stance, due to having just read David Jacobs' deceptive book, Secret Life. In this book Jacobs purports to present investigatory cases portraying Aliens as uniformly cruel, predatory, rapacious, unfeeling, intrusive kidnappers and rapists, who continually prowl about invading the minds and body cavities of their human victims, terrorizing them, and looking for ovum and sperm samples so they can breed horrible hybrid monsters.
After my Close Encounter the night of April 12, I noticed the very next morning a dramatic change in the way I felt about extraterrestrials. I felt more peaceful and composed about them as I completed the rest of my mind-blowing reconnoiter of what "our" Government is up to. I felt: so what if people from another star system come here to visit.
Later on I determined that Jacobs's "research" book was a detectably false distortion of the facts. And I learned from author Karla Turner that he had discarded cases which did not fit his preconceived notions, thus "cooking" his "findings". [footnote 2].
Let me now relate to you what happened in New Mexico, as I had my first close extraterrestrial encounter. Part of what took place is blocked from complete recall. This sometimes happens to CE-IV experiencers, due to either the extraordinary context in which such encounters occur, or due to a post-hypnotic suggestion instilled by the extraterrestrials that the person will not recall all the details until a later, better time. Thus I will present all that I could retrieve, which seems to be most of what happened.
On April 12, 1992, after leaving Alamogordo I proceeded west on Interstate 10 towards Deming, NM in my Chevy Blazer. I had my CB radio on, listening to and talking with truckers along the way. At Deming I turned off onto U.S. 180, heading northwest towards my destination for the night, a campground in Gila National Forest. Highway U.S. 180 is a two-lane blacktop road that goes in an almost straight line for 53 miles between Deming and Silver City, through absolutely empty and featureless Sonoran scrub desert. It's mostly flat, with an occasional gentle rise, and this night had maybe three cars on it besides mine the entire length.