Part 1

Dedication

To my children for their patience, and to my father, who always told me that there were no such things as monsters; not real ones; but there are; he was wrong.

1290 BC Chinese wise man- Teng Mu:

"How unreasonable it would be to suppose that, besides the earth and the sky, which we can see, there are no other skies and no other earths..."


Introduction

The Ainui, who live on Hokkaido, the northernmost island of Japan have fair skin; unlike the Japanese Mongoloid phenotype, their eyes are round and the men have thick facial hair. Their special language has no written form. Oral traditions passed from parents to children over thousands of years tell that their ancestors came from space-"the same who now live in the clouds in flying saucers." On a hill in the Saru River valley on Hokkaido stands a monument to this legend. The inscription states: "this is the place where the first Ainu came to Earth."

A radio message to Goddard Space Flight Center, the backup center for Houston-on March fourteenth 1989- was picked up by several sources at 06.42 Eastern Standard Time. It said: "Houston. This is Discovery. We still have alien spacecraft under observance."

Chapter 1

Two days before the St. John's symposium, on Tuesday, at about 1:30 am on the morning of May 9, 1998 police officer Louis Byrnes of Wynnewood, Oklahoma, spotted a lighted object in the sky. The UFO flashed blue, red and white lights. Byrnes radioed in to the Oklahoma Highway patrol and then kept the UFO under observation for forty five minutes.

In the meantime, the State Highway Patrol office at Oklahoma City was notified and it in turn alerted Tinker Airfare Base nearby. The airbus reported having the object located on it's radarscope and also that there were no other aircraft aloft at that time, so that the nidentified blip was the only one on the screen.

The next night, May 10, a Wednesday night, diamond-shaped formations of UFO's which changed colors from red to white were seen for forty five minutes by patrolmen in three police cars cruising about Shawnee, Oklahoma. Oklahoma highway patrol headquarters received so many calls from a wide area that it's teletype was jammed. It's official report said the sightings came from Purcell north through the Norman area to Chandler and back through Meeker and Shawnee. It also stated; "Oklahoma highway patrol units 26, 30, and 40 have also made visual sightings. Tinker airforce base has had from seven to twelve of them on radar, at a time, and they advise that they are flying at approximately 22,000 feet. At eight the next morning, the whole state was plunged into unexplained darkness for over an hour; a bright morning dawn became midnight. At C.I.A. Headquarters, in Quantico, Va. , Dr. Phyllis Boylan, Chief Officer of E.T.B.E. (Extraterrestrial Biological Entities) research read a presidential briefing paper to an office of seven committee members.

"This is why the president is worried: yesterday, at Ellsworth AFB in South Dakota at 9:32 pm, a saucer-shaped object landed approximately 50 yards beyond the fence surrounding a missile silo."

"Air Force security was alerted when an inner zone alert was triggered BENEATH the 150-ton hardened concrete block atop the silo. The alarm indicated that someone or something had entered the underground chamber."

She passed copies of the official report to the seven saying, "Save yourself time; no one was found, the craft was seen leaving by site survey teams who arrived at the scene and took radiation readings which measured from 1.8 to 3.1 roentgens. Missile maintenance examined the missile and warhead and found the nuclear components missing from the warhead."

"The answer may be at the Tonopah, Nevada USAF Air Defense Command Headquarters at Groom Lake and Papoose Lake bases where we have retrieved and recovered crashed disks. This is above top secret, gentlemen."

A projected slide behind her showed a military base of plain brown buildings.

"This huge sprawling base east of Groom Lake 15 miles on U.S. 6 is not run by the Department of Defense but by Sandia National Laboratories for the DOE. "

A slide diagram behind her showed a device. "We have reverse engineered an engine, producing controlled, self-sustaining, nuclear fusion, contained by a strong magnetic field. Lasers are used to implode fissionable material and produce a cold fusion propulsion system which has gravity-defying magnetic fields.

Sandia Labs has developed and designed a device that can defeat alien craft in space." On screen behind her was a 1.5 block long barrel horizontally supported on a non-conductive wooden tressel 30 feet high connected to a two-story tower, connected in turn to immense electrical apparatus with huge arms and massive connecting cables, looking life a gigantic Van de Graff generator.

"The weapon has advanced particle acceleration capabilities that can deliver a one hundred trillion volt burst of ions using a lithium diode one inch thick; this device would be clearly overkill for a mere incoming missile."

Chapter 2

On May 11th 1998, 700 people crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred. It began to rain. It was a rain unlike any other rain. It rained streams, torrents, drenching and swelling; a deluge of rain; it rained and it never stopped raining. It was a rain that turned rivulets into streams and streams into frozen rivers. It molted the bushes and trees of leaves; it shrank the wet hands of men into the shriveled claws of apes. The rain slapped a cigarette from Dr. Larry Lincoff's hand, half lit, as he cupped his hands from the rain to shelter his cigarette lighter. Its guest speaker was Dr. Gary Lincoff, a worldrenowned psychoanesthesiologist who was also an abductee. He himself had been taken from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old. His father, shot-gun in hand and he were climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and scrub. A craft appeared overhead. It had appeared from nowhere instantly. It had blue, like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then silver as though the color progression change of metal cooling. Later, when his father had awoken, a shell had been discharged, missing from the chamber but he had no memory of ever firing the gun. Gary was swept into an overhead craft and examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings; large pear-shaped heads that extended in the back, a thin torso, long arms with three long fingers, spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouth. The large black eyes strangely failed to have any compelling power; he felt pain unlike any ever imagined; as he screamed they penetrated virtually every part of his body; ears, eyes, nose, head, sinuses, feet, arms, intestines, legs.

The large black-wet eyes stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his head. "This will not hurt, they said." But agony suffused lines and channels in his body. Terror, rage and pain overcame him. The creatures were puzzled at his pain; they could not alleviate his suffering; he was oddly resistant to their profoundly powerful form of mind control.

When he returned to the desert floor some forty minutes later his father looked switched off. eyes glazed saliva dribbling from the right corner of his mouth. The boy's sobbing woke the father.

His father told him he had imagined and dreamed it. "The Texas sun can give you heat stroke, make you see things", he had said holding the shaking boy close and placing a hand over his son's forehead. "We'll find some shade." They walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and ate bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard and washed it down with canteen water. But the child held his father's hand and would not let go; he stared upwards in fear.

When he was seventeen his abduction experiences ended violently. One night he pretended to be asleep; going into deep, regular breathing, visualizing a dream he would like to be in. The wallpaper on three walls bulged, snouts and pear-shaped grey heads waggled quickly back and forth. They had melted out of his bedroom walls to stand coldly surrounding him.

He had jumped up and grabbed the closest one to him around the neck; clutched the feather-like being's back to his own chest, pinioning him. The creature frantically struggled to hit him with a rod-like device, but the pillows prevented the creature from hitting the teenager. In panic, the creature squirmed and thrashed in the boy's tightening grip. The others, in quick moves like jumping spiders scattered from the tight circle. He tightened his grip and squeezed hard. Something brittle snapped in the creature's neck.

Suddenly the scene changed; he saw his whole family, brother, mother and father surgically eviscerated but alive. On a black floor under hospital lights were lungs, intestines, strewn amidst gore as they pleaded with their eyes to him to save them. The image was real, and confused and startled and distracted him.

He was convinced that real harm had come to his family and he loosened his grip. His parents writhed in agony, butchered horribly in front of his eyes. There was as dank, musty smell that permeated the room. The creature in his arms, in self protection, in desperate panic to free itself had flashed the image into his mind, but he had killed one of them. They never came for him again after that night, and he resolved to devote his life to understanding mind control.

He began a career in medicine at age 20 at John Hopkins specializing in psychiatry in 1972. In 1975 he finished his post-doctoral work in psychoanesthesiology from the Mayo Clinic; where he worked in obstetrics delivering babies without any anesthetics to the mothers.

It had been two full days since the darkness had begun. Dark storm clouds threatened; in the distance thunder rumbled. Dr. Lincoff was 38 years old, chubby, spectacled, and chain smoked cigarettes as he paced nervously and gesticulated nervously with his hands as he spoke. He stood on the auditorium stage of St. John's University's Avery Hall, behind a lighted lectern with a yellow spotlight surrounding him. As he spoke behind him on a large screen flashed preprogrammed- 35 mm slides in five second intervals, of UFO's and myriad alien life forms. In back of the auditorium a priest in a dark double breasted suit slipped in during the screen change and sat in the last row. His tall, wiry frame was twisted in the seat, topped by a big, wet, yellow rain hood, which hid his blue eyes.

"The darkness in Oklahoma has made front page in every nation in the world. But here in America the press did not cover that at 8 o'clock at the same time at the other side of the world dawn failed to come; a gloom descended without hints of clouds throughout Sri Lanka and all of Zanzibar."

"Perhaps the fate of the earth and the continuation of human life forms hang in the balance." Although unpredictable, all sightings of UFO's and all abduction experiences have a shared purpose, not merely to change human consciousness and its relationship to the world and to each other but to replace mankind. I call it the "Noah effect."

"We on Earth, have been, for millennia, like fleas on a dog's pelt, satisfied and convinced that everything in their world had been ordained perfectly for their existence; but that theory falls apart when the dog's mistress gets a flea collar."

"Research tells us that the time intervals for the DNA manipulation were 25,000, 15,000, 5,000 and 2,500 years ago. What this means is it is not just a 20th century phenomenon but rather it is millennia; it turns out that we are somebody's experiment. They might have farmed us throughout the universe. There is even evidence that they placed our moon to stabilize earth's wobble and climatic fluctuations.

"Moses and the burning bush, Mohammed's and Jesus' ascension, Fatima and the founder of the Mormon Church simply were abduction experiences."

"For the first time in human consciousness and human history we are studying something that is studying us, but our insights and realizations of what are happening is always vectored off. We are in a hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor."

"When you hear about a string of boxcars on a railroad track that suddenly goes straight up in the air, a little biplane that moves into fog and comes out a disc, a silent helicopter which turns into a disc, or oil barrels in Oklahoma that rise vertically straight up, you realize there is something about this phenomenon, at every level, that seems to be disguising itself."

In the background the screen showed a being-type that was half reptile and half human; a smooth lizard-skinned reptilian, eight feet tall with a saurian face. It had a four-clawed hand with brown webbing between the fingers. The caption underneath the picture read: "This reptile type has cat-like eyes with gold-slit pupils. This being is sinister and deceptive in manner."

"Recent human DNA research tells us that all races on earth today, no matter how diverse come from a common ancestor who lived about 128,000 years ago. Perhaps his name was Noah. The bible says that God chose Noah to survive because he was a righteous man. As far as we can understand it simply means that he followed God's laws. That was the only criteria for his and his seeds survival. The specific blueprints, the architectural directions of how many cubits were to make up each dimension of the arc, were hardly a spiritual, inspirational, oblique philosophical guidance but directions to build a worthy seafaring ship worthy of escape. Everyone but Noah's line vanished. The same is happening again today. The aliens are looking for the mystery of goodness in human beings.

Evil is common and understandable; but because of the rarity in man of goodness, goodness is a mystery. Why would a priest deny material wealth and sacrifice his life for helping the poor? Why would a G.I. throw himself on a grenade to save a group of men in a trench he had never met and would never get to know? The human race is its present form is facing its end." The priest stood and addressed Dr. Lincoff: "I disagree, that's a rather childish, religious view. It's not as if God has intervened directly in the affairs of mankind; nobody has stopped the malevolence of the Holocaust, great famines, plagues, terrible suffering on Earth, why don't they intercede in an unequivocal and meaningful way, rather than abducting ordinary people who have no real power to do anything?" The voice on the microphone was deep and resonant: "Father," He said gently,"Although these creatures work in mysterious ways, we abductees think we know, at least we're up here on stage talking. People treat us like Joan of Arc; it's okay to have rules about God, as long as you don't claim direct conversations with God; they still burn people for that." The priest took his seat.

"Last month I hypnotized and regressed an abductee, who is a psychic and worked in the intelligence community. He learned that a council of nine from a galactic trade union, representing some fifty worlds, will not interfere; 'You are a small planet of no particular significance'."

"We can't look for help anywhere but in ourselves. Our government policy is a kind of garbled mixture of denial and cover-ups which fuel conspiracy theories. In truth for them this whole phenomenon is excruciating. It is, after all, the business of government to protect its people. Our government knows that if it affirms and acknowledges that alien beings from radar-defying craft which defy gravity and space time are invading homes and abducting its citizens they know it would cause world-wide political and religious upheavals and corequisitely world economic upheaval. So the secret stays a secret in the name of national security. As long as the UFO phenomenon continues in my opinion, he said, national security is an oxymoron."

All the people in the small bedroom community of Modest, Oklahoma, just outside of Tulsa, surrounded in mesquite, willows and sweet gum, were having the same nightmares. Dr. Gary Lincoff smoked a cigarette. "The traces of post-abduction are subtle; fast growing hair and fingernails; there is also a detectable luminous phosphorescence on abductees skin."with black light." "I've noticed that abductees have much higher serotonin levels than other people; these people are resistant to pain killers, like Novocain and may even awake during surgery. This higher level of serotonin may make it easier to contact these people." "But the unhappy evidence suggests that most people who have entered an alien spaceship will not remember it or ever know what had happened to them except in dreams or under medical hypnosis and how few people can remember or even examine carefully their dreams, dreams lost as they struggle into consciousness each morning."

"Throughout the world," he said, "abduction is merely a frightening experience that many therapists would rather not confront unless symptoms resulting from the encounter require them to do so. For most people it's just terrifying nightmares that they barely remember." He put his hands in his pockets and fished for a pack of cigarettes.

"My understanding of the alien-phenomenon has grown with each regressive hypnosis I've done with this and with other outreach contactee groups.

Small, large-eyed, dark, telepathic creatures are playing at Frankensteins in space suits; genetically engineering a "new" creature, the best of their race and mankind's to replace all of us, who they feel, are the destroyers of the planet. By putting people in nightmare scenes, they can screen, test, genetically separate the Jeckyl from the Hyde; the ones who show courage, charity, self sacrifice, openness, will be saved; their seed and their minds. According to you, these aliens are also playing psychic-vampires to transfer memories from good and noble souls in neural-mind-transplants to these hybrids to develop and cultivate their minds and souls" He sighed, "Like Neanderthals, who also vanished mysteriously, today's breed of mankind has been judged and again the verdict is annihilation."

"Doesn't it strike you that there is a burning irony?" he said. Although these creatures are seeking the complex, extraordinary nature of what goodness is, they must be morally depraved; they are about to turn the whole world into Auschwitz."

He took a row of pre-selected abductees on stage.

"All of you have undergone regressive hypnosis, by me, with no hypnotic dissociative techniques; that has been stubbornly discredited as a method of re-experiencing because that is the way phobias are usually erased, remotely, freeing both the therapist and the patient to amend and change what is seen on the remote projection screen; freeze it, slow it down, to slowly extinguish the phobia. Since that "screen viewing" is altered it is felt by specialists that that recall technique is flawed with abduction experiences.

"I would like to turn the tables on the aliens by abducting one of them; who'd like to help? I need a volunteer. All six responded with upraised arms.

With the audience in evidence, he put them all in a light trance; they entered quickly, as he took them down ten ladders to a warm swim on a beach, and in a light state of altered consciousness, put a post hypnotic suggestion, buried in amnesia with a target trigger. They would all pass the initial mind scan; they could not reveal what they themselves did not know.

All were programmed to release an accusational finger pointing indictment at the aliens and break the short psychic leash. When they were within twenty inches of their captors, always just out of sight the statement would be released and triggered. They would say "why are you doing these terrible things to innocent people?"

Within five days the results were in. In the delivery of that sentence the trance had been broken and each could clearly see that they faced a small, dark, large-eyed creature. One member said that for the first time in over thirty years of her abductions, the alien had become enraged and livid, violently angry; something she had never seen before. The response from all was identical and instantly chilling in its vindictiveness.

"Tell Gary we're going to come for him and his son." .......

"To consider the earth as the only populated world in infinite space is as absurd as to assent that, in an entire field sown with millet, only one grain would grow..."

-Metrodorus, Greek sage Fourth Century BC

Chapter 4

In Wynnewood, Oklahoma, at the Church of Martyrs, diocese, Father Daniel Mahoney, a priest was sitting in the rectory library. He possessed a fine, white, beatific quality, delicate for all his great size, and his enormous eyes, far-looking blue circles of innocence, especially when seen against the black cloth of a priest's habit, where an impressive sight. He was surrounded by copies of daily newspapers, but his attention was captured by a moldy, historical, manuscript:

"Such strangeness, mysterious facts, those sudden shadows that fall in broad daylight when there is neither any cloudiness nor an eclipse. The classic case is one that occurred on April 26, 1884, in Preston, England: toward noon, the sky became completely black, to the point that animals lay down and went to sleep. Twenty minutes later, the sun reappeared. We know of several hundred cases of this type, without having any explanation for them. It has been suggested that they are caused by thick clouds of smoke from forest fires, but generally there has been no sign of forest fires at the time of these incidents, and when there has been, these smoke clouds have never been observed between the spot where the fire took place and the place where the phenomenon occurred.

The strangest of these darkening phenomena occurred in London on August 19, 1763. The most amazing thing about this occurrence was that the shadows seemed to have been completely impenetrable by lantern or candlelight. If this was a case of smoke so thick it would have left traces on objects and did not."

He took the subway home and walked upstairs to his fourth floor walk up apartment. In the sink under a dripping, dripping, dripping faucet, were old sardine tins, cans of cat food, half; smoked cigar butts and dirty dishes. The room reeked of life lived too long with the windows closed. He put on the television and sat on the end of the bed, removing his priestly vestments, mouthing aloud the names like a holy litany: cassock, dalmatic, tunic, surplice, maniple, amice, alb, and cincture. When he wanted something from God or he was in trouble, he recited the words as his own private prayer.

He lit a cigarette and put the butt out on the frame of the mattress. He swung his legs onto the floor and stepped on a large cockroach. White- faced, he sat on the bed again, and scraped the remnants of the cockroach off of his foot with a matchbook cover, and grinned with the deeper muscles of his face. He took a syringe from under his pillow and stuck it in his arm.

He was dreaming again.

He was walking the crowded cobblestone streets to Golgotha; in the angry crowd that thronged the crowded streets he saw his parents, their heads shaven, their purple gums conversing in clicks like bushmen.

He woke with a start. A large, potted plant, across the room, shook violently, incomprehensibly. He stared, his jaw, dropping slowly.

He felt a slight depression on the end of the bed; something feather light and invisible had just jumped up, catlike on the blanket; but he owned no cat. The ancient floorboards by his bed creaked, then by his dresser, then by the window.

He was frightened by the sense that there was somebody in the room with him and he couldn't see anybody. He fought the impulse to jump up.

Then despite fear of such intensity it caused him to shake, he recalled lying down again on the bed to escape his fear.

Overhead the red bricked four story apartment building, hovered a silver colored football shaped object. It was mostly gray in color, with a bright purple light on one side and a small blinking blue light on the other. It was double-decked with two rows of lighted windows; the light coming from them was bluish-white and phosphorescent. It was about fifty feet long and maybe twenty feet thick. Two vertical side seams in the structure and lines of rivets along the seams were lit up by the red glow of the underside where reddish vapor was being discharged. Yellowish vapor oozed from one of the ends and the craft settled behind a large sycamore tree.

At that moment, the television program in the next room was completely washed out in static. A beeping noise.

There was a tapping at the screen.

The priest leaned his body sideways off of the bed halfway to the floor and twisted around to peer out of the window. He could hear the television from the living room in the next room.

Two small, dark, puppet like, clear helmet encased creatures stared into the window back at him. As they bobbed in midair, he heard a buzzing sound like hornets in a jar.