D.O.C.

When Claire asked me to go down to Iowa to see her, I was instantly terrified. I’d never flown in a plane before. Never taken a trip out of state alone. And how awkward would it be? I was awkward as fuck when she visited this last summer and I’d seen her two days that were days apart. How much more uncomfortable might a whole week of being around her in a place entirely unfamiliar to me be?

The anxiety was immobilizing. The automatic thoughts were putting in overtime. I kept telling myself, I have to. I have to do this.

So I planned on asking for the vacation time. Before I got to that point — and yes, I was putting it off — I see on Facebook that she’s now in a relationship with a guy she never once mentioned to me despite the frequent texting as of late. Stranger still, I wasn’t so much angry and jealous as I was embarrassed.

Though I’d been ignoring it, the realization had been creeping up on me that she doesn’t care about me the way I care about her. So often she has vented to me via text, and I never did. Until recently. Just once. And she texted back some time later and was polite about it. I’d apologized for the venting and she said I could vent to her whenever I needed to, which again, was a nice thing for her to say, but I could feel the deception. She really didn’t care. I stopped a moment to truly question the bond I always felt we shared. All this time, has it not been that she loves me, at least not in some romantic way, but that she loves the fact that I love her?

In any case, I’ve been blind to the fact that this is one-sided. Which sort of makes sense. She never seemed to get involved with a guy that actually knew her, and that never made sense to me — and I’ve come to accept it doesn’t have to. She never seemed too interested in probing my depths as I did hers, either, and perhaps it was selfish for me to be hurt by that. It is what it is and I’ve been neglecting to see it.

So I decided it was high time to just let go. Fuck it. Stick a fork in it. Her and I? It’s simply not going to happen and I’m tired of the fucked up fairy tale I keep telling myself that eventually it will. After all, wasn’t it I who used to critique her for chasing after a fairy tale that was simply incompatible with objective reality? And here I was. Here I had been for over two decades.

This was my epic hypocrisy.

Since I met her, thoughts of her, dreams of her have been my drug of choice. I was addicted to an illusion and it was time to bear the withdrawal and just get over it.

I was never going to be what she needed. She was never going to be what I needed. Fuck, I’m still not entirely certain I know what I need. It’s more akin to a process of elimination when it comes to me. And so another one bites the dust.

I still hope the best for her and still consider her a friend, of course, though I must admist I am perplexed a bit as to why she didn’t tell me, as she’s told me some incredibly private things over the years. Maybe she thought it would hurt me or maybe she just didn’t feel it needed to be said.

Whichever. Whatever. In any case, it’s none of my fucking business.

I am glad it happened, though; I prefer being aware as opposed to being in denial or being delusional, and I do believe that was where I had been before this realization.

For a short time afterward, it was as if I were riding a high. As a friend of mine put it, it was as if I had given away my power to her and had now gotten it back. I felt calmer, more controlled. I had this boost of mental energy. The anxiety went down, my depression lifted.

Or was it coincidence? After all, I’d been trying to lay off the booze again. I’d also started taking CBD in the hopes that it might alleviate the depression and anxiety, and it did seem to be helping. So all of that may have been a factor as well.

I don’t think I’ll ever get married, as I enjoy my isolation too much, and that never works out in a relationship, or so it has been my experience. Even getting into another relationship after — what has it been? A decade and a half? — seems inconceivable, and for precisely the same reasons.

If there was any girlfriend of mine that I should have stayed with, any relationship that actually held promise, it was Anne. That was something that struck me shortly thereafter. She was intense, intelligent, responsible, incredibly sexual, knew how to make her way in the world, and I do believe that she was the only one who honestly loved me. She just concluded, much as I now have with respect to Claire, that I didn’t care for her the same way she cared for me.

Was that true? I was so hung up on Kate, another ex-girlfriend, at the time that I couldn’t even say. And when Anne and I had had a chance years earlier, I was hung up on Claire. Both Claire and Kate were Virgos from California, had tattoos of the sun, moon and stars on their body — and both obscured any hope Anne had of really reaching me. It was like a ghost taking on alternate manifestations that always stood between her and I.

Shit happens. What goes around, comes around. So it goes, I suppose.

It’s been eight years, so as shallow as it sounds, I do hope I get laid again before I shed my mortal coil, but I’m not holding my breath. But my naive hopes for the perfect and longlasting intimate relationship is all but dead in me.

I feel like I’m at a point in my life where certain possibilities are falling away — and though it initially might seem otherwise, I’m quickly convinced that it’s not entirely a bad thing. Closing the book on particular potentialities, tying up loose ends, it’s like decluttering your life. And focusing on changing what you can, accepting what you can’t be and just letting go: it’s actually quite liberating.

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Waves of Man-Hate and Fears of Intimacy.

During work, I’d gone out into the dining room and passed by a table where the wife of one of the managers sat solemnly, head down, lost in her phone. I knew a day or two before that the family had to put down their dog, who they’d had for under a year and who had been very sick for most of the time they’d had her. As I walked passed, I said that I’d heard, and that I was sorry, and as I did so I instinctively touched her arm with my fingers. It was meant as a comforting touch and for all I know that was also how she’d interpreted it, but for the remainder of the day that moment constantly came back to me, sort of haunting me as it played over and over in my head as I worried that I’d intruded on her personal space by touching her and left her feeling violated in some way, which could only have elevated or further aggravated the suffering she was already going through.

At the same time, I realized how absurd this worrying train of thought was. Even so, you can’t be too careful anymore, as things have gotten so bloody absurd that such worrying trains of thought just might be justified.

In today’s culture, the man-hate is strong. It’s surged again lately on Facebook due to the whole heartbeat bill here in Ohio. Men want to control the bodies of women, say the memes, and some begin there and run down the list. Men have held us back, raped us, and so on.

It finally hit the peak in my mind yesterday. To the point that I can’t help throwing my fucking hat into the ring.

Look, I happen to be passionately pro-choice. I also have a penis, and know of others bearing that same kind of appendage who are also pro-choice, so no, not all men feel they have the right to control the bodies of women. I also know women who are anti-abortion, so there are also some women that want to control the bodies of all women. So the man-hate? It isn’t justified. You’re framing it wrong. You’re manipulating facts so that they fit the man-hate narrative. Just fucking stop it. Don’t alienate men who are on your side and ignore the many women who are not.

By written word, spoken word, protests, you should certainly speak out against unjust mindsets, laws, policies, behaviors, and groups of people defined by the ideas and ideals they embrace, particularly when they impose upon your rights — not by groups of people defined by their skin color, genitals, sexual persuasion or country of birth.

It’s a war of ideas, as Sam Harris has explained another issue.

It was the same thing when the #metoo movement amped up, with some loud voices damning men as a whole for being prejudiced towards women as a whole, as if they were trying to cure sexism with — well, sexism. News flash: Two wrongs don’t make a right and you don’t defeat an enemy by becoming them.

Aside from that: you’re just plain wrong.

Not all men treat women like that. Stop being so absolutist. And while we’re on the subject, stop throwing everything into the category of sexual assault. Making someone feel uncomfortable because you verbally came onto them like a naive jackass is not at all equivalent to forcably inserting your part into her hole.

And stop pretending like we should accept accusation without investigation, too — that to doubt an accusation makes one “a part of the problem.” Blind faith is never a good idea.

And by the way: men? They get raped, too.

Again, this makes me glad I’m not in the dating scene. That I’ve given up hope of so much as getting laid ever again. I was anxiety prone before all of this, terrified of approaching a girl or making a move as I might make them feel uncomfortable or violated. Today’s climate has only delivered seeming justification to what many had formerly dismissed as ridiculous paranoia on my part.

In Bad Company.

As stupid as we all too often seem to be as a civilization — particularly when you try and take the wide-angle lens, third person perspective — perhaps our path of self-destruction is not an uncommon one.

I remember hearing once that “intelligence is a failed mutation,” but I’ve come to disagree. There may be species infinitely far more intelligent than ourselves who aren’t in the appropriate environment and/or have failed to evolve the bodies necessary to manipulate their environment so as to develop a high-tech civilization. Dolphins or octopuses that developed on an ocean planet would have neither the right bodies or the right environment, for instance.

Perhaps when an intelligent species is in the appropriate environment and has evolved the biological technology necessary to manipulate the environment and build artificial high technology, however, they have a damned good chance of engaging in species suicide and potentially bringing most life on their home planet down with them. So perhaps one of the reasons for the Great Silence in the cosmos is that the Great Filter is ahead of us — that advanced, technological civilizations may be relatively common but have the tendency to kill their planet and therefore their high civilization before they migrate to space.

This might be inevitable, for instance, if such a civilization needs fossil fuels to achieve our heights of civilization and beyond. If so, perhaps all such civilizations also need to change course before the damage is irreversible and civilization collapses — and maybe intelligent species just aren’t that likely to change course. If they can migrate to space and become an interplanetary civilization, perhaps that helps to some degree, but unless those factions of the species are self-sufficient and need not rely on the home planet to sustain their existence, it wouldn’t help much at all.

And maybe climate change and ecological destruction isn’t the only element we share with fallen global civilizations across the universe. Maybe the kind of political divide we’re presently experiencing in the US and the general disagreement on what constitutes truth is not unique to this time, place and species but is instead a recurring theme across life-bearing worlds that have developed intelligent and capable creatures.

It’s a thought that’s been plaguing me lately, and it certainly doesn’t make me feel any better about our curcumstances.

In more ways that one, we may not be alone.

UBI’s Survival Advantage.

Imagine there are two groups of hunter-gatherers, each of which move around within a fixed territory in accordance with the seasons, just as our species appears to have done for most of it’s history.

The philosophy of the first group goes as follows: if one member makes a kill, they get the largest portion, but the rest of the group members get equal portions. This ensures that the hunter be rewarded and that the rest of the members don’t starve. This also ensures that all members of the group will have sufficient energy to attempt a kill the next day. It also ensures that when another member of the group makes a kill, the same will occur — the successful hunter today, if he is unsuccessful tomorrow, will not starve, either. It will also maintain services other than hunting, as members of the group that may honesty suck at hunting but can create weapons to help the hunt or facilitate forms of leisure or other services that are enjoyed between the hunts are also provided an equal portion of food and so have the resources they need to keep providing those services to the group. All individuals can develop their talents due to the cooperation and acknowledged interdependence of the group members.

Imagine now that a different group exists with a different philosophy: the one who makes the kill eats it and the other members of the group get nothing and go hungry, at least for the day. Going without food, however, they may not have sufficient energy to hunt so well the following day, or to provide any other services to the group, for that matter. This serves no one, even the successful hunter of yesterday, as starving individuals in the group may gang up on the successful hunter. If they have the energy, that is. And if they don’t, or even begin dying due to starvation, the group that as a whole once gave all members safety in numbers, the portion of the group that provided services other than hunting as well as the portion of the group that would assist in the hunt despite not making the kill — they will no longer be able to provide the cooperative support. In either case, the successful hunter may initially shine bright, enjoying one or even several kills, but his success will burn out fast. The support system that he had took for granted would be ripped out from under him because he didn’t want to share the resource — the food — he saw as his own. He failed to recognize how he benefited from the group. He didn’t want to be forced by the group to give “hand outs.” And now, due to that greed, he suffers with the rest.

Which group would you want to be a part of? Which group is sustainable? Which system appears rational and which appears suicidal?

About an Archetypal Girl.

It’s a traditional story. An archetypal story, and I’ve encountered manifestations of it twice this week.

Girl meets boy. They get in a relationship. Boy abuses girl. Girl makes excuses for him and for maintaining the relationship, such as that she’s afraid he’ll abuse her even more if she tries to leave — but this later reveals itself to be merely a justification, an empty one, because:

Girl finally escapes boy. And then girl goes back to boy.

Is this an existential continuity error? A glitch in the goddamned matrix?

Repepitition breeds familiarity, offering comfort through it’s predictability and, in some cases, the illusion of control. This is why certain people gravitate towards abusive relationships: they were in that kind of relationship with their caregivers, it was all they ever knew, and the familiarity and predictability of those patterns in a relationship offer some false sense of security.

It’s like the relationship equivalent of having that annoying but catchy song stuck in your head, playing on repeat, stuck on a loop no matter how much you try to banish it.

So I get that much. Or at least, I think I do.

Other people, so far as I can tell, have not had an abusive childhood, however, and yet still get stuck in abusive relationships. I’m still perplexed as to how those patterns get started.

In any case, we have AA, NA, even SA. They even have support groups for alien abducteee. Can’t we have a similar group for people in an addictive relationship with a total asshole?

His Lies.

It doesn’t matter if you chant it mantra-style and it doesn’t make a lick of difference how bloody confident you are as you say it.

It doesn’t matter if you rally up the biggest crowd in the world, a troop of hopelessly-entranced apes who believe it with a fervor typically reserved for the religious and echo your cherished falsehoods along with you like a chorus of willing zombies.

Faith doesn’t dictate the nature of objective reality and you can’t reach the truth by means of popular vote. And alternative facts, by their very nature, apply exclusively to their corresponding alternative realities — not this one.

You, dear sir, are a narrow-minded, ego-obsessed, chronic liar. And I hope to see you pay the consequences.

Call for a Part-Time Experiential Exchange Program.

I’ve come to accept some limitations.

After a certain point, I just don’t feel it’s healthy to watch the news anymore. I mean, I want to be informed, but I can’t stop caring about what I’m learning about in the process, and said data never ceases to be distressing.

I have the same issue with individual people: after a certain point, it just becomes too fucking much. I need to isolate, process, find my center so I can assure myself that I’m not losing myself in this maddening mess of masks. I have a bottomless bucket of fucks and donate them far too liberally, in a fashion far too reactionary.

So involuntary empathy can be a very unhealthy thing, yes — but so can the other extreme, and it seems to me most people are more oriented towards that other extreme. Even with respect to people who are in a position in life they were formerly in, which one would think would provide conditions most fertile for empathy, people have amnesia to a mind-blowing degree. And with respect to those fundamentally different from them? It seems nearly impossible.

And I hope I’m just being pessimistic. Prejudgemental.

And it’s not as if I wish people were as insanely hypersensitive as I am; I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Other people, their emotions are chaotic and seem largely focused on themselves. Too much of that, particularly in large groups, like at work, quickly becomes intolerable.

I remember encountering what I reckon to be my extreme opposite, which doesn’t represent the majority of the population, but the minority we call psychopaths. Or sociopaths. There is a distinction, or so I’ve heard, but I’m unclear what it us. In any case, around them I felt eerily calm. I felt little to nothing from them and it was a strange sort of relief.

I need some of what they’ve got. They need a dose of what I have. That’s all.

I guess what I’m saying is: we could use a part-time experiential exchange program.

Suicidal Zoo.

Facebook is like the cyberspace equivalent of a human zoo, only we are both the visitors and the creatures on display. Our pages are our cages and we can visit other cages like meandering ghosts, like unseen observers, or announce our presence by bleeding digital on each other’s virtual walls. And just like the disembodied entities or autonomous unconscious subpersonalities that can communicate with us via a Ouija Board, there are always vicious trolls among us that offer nothing but chaos, confusion, and unparalleled annoyances.

I’ve only unfriended three people in all the time I’ve been on the site; two because they were equivalent to trolls and a third who has absolutely nothing to offer but a ceaseless stream of cruel and stupid bullshit.

I was determined during the last presidential campaign not to unfriend anyone simply because I disagreed with their views, which it seemed to me that a great many people were doing. If we cannot tolerate opposition, we cannot grow as individuals; if we can’t discuss our different political views, or even hear them, then we are doomed to political polarization and the eventual fracturing of the Red and Blue ends of the spectrum themselves as well. Presently, the right-wing seems split between Trump supporters and those a bit more reasonable. The left? It’s more akin to the spiderweb cracking of a cell phone screen. Constant fragmentation.

I’m just done. Divorced from any allegiance to either party. I used to see the right as bloody mad, and for the most part I still do. The left I always took as being more wed with science, reason, empathy and compassion, but now, at least at the far left, they’ve embraced a madness that seems almost undistinguishable in spirit from the madness of the right. Nearly to the point that the thought keeps coming to me that, well, they’d make good allies.

The right mocks the younger generation’s participation trophies, and rightfully so (though clearly it is the older generation that cane up with thus) — but what are Confederate statues but participation trophies for a war that was lost? The left cries about being triggered and demand their safe spaces where they are shielded from percieved threats — which is just as ridiculous as the safe space the right desires to produce by erecting a wall to protect us from the percieved threat of immigration.

I think we’re hiding in our bubbles, free from objective truth and empathy with our fellow humans. I think this communication breakdown is just another sign of a declining global culture. And it honestly scares me.

Believe in Nothing. Explore Everything.

I enjoy exploring possibilities, seeing how various allegations, anecdotes or hypotheses might match up, and fleshing them out — but I’m not sure if I believe any of it. Some years ago I wrote UFOs and Recycling Souls to explore some connections I noticed in the midst of reading anecdotal reports in the UFO abduction literature that took on the quality often referred to as “high strangeness” and it was picked up by two or three sites. One of the sites mentioned that the ideas seemed crazy to them, but that I seemed to believe it — a comment I found fascinating. And kind of irritating.

The fact is: I don’t know. Since I’m going to be speculating about it anyhow, though, I might as well do it on a foundation of at least potentially relevant research and give my speculations some framework, some sort of structure. I sort of temporarily “believe in” an idea in order to explore it and then “believe out” again to explore some other aspect of it, or something else entirely. I think its related to what Robert Anton Wilson and Timothy Leary called “reality tunnels”. By extension, it’s related to the philosophy touted by Maynard James Keenan around the time of the release of Tool’s album, Aenema. In the liner notes to the album, they suggested “Believe in nothing…” In interviews, Maynard expanded on this, saying: “Believe in nothing; explore everything.” A sort of Chaos Magick approach if you will. And that’s kind of been my approach in research and speculation. As to what I actually invest in at this point, I just don’t fucking know.

Do I think the aliens are physical, material beings like we ourselves are? About 90% of the time, yes, I think the extraterrestrial hypothesis is the most reasonable interpretation of the UFO phenomenon, even ignoring the abduction reports. Do I think abduction experiences are caused by sleep paralysis, the nocturnal release of endogenous DMT or mutated residual birth memories? No. Psychological theories don’t cover it, especially given the fact that people aren’t always asleep when this happens (and may in fact be driving, as in the Betty and Barney Hill case) and it has happened to more than one person at once often enough (Betty and Barney Hill and the Allagash four, for instance) and people are reported to be physically missing often enough.

Do I think these alien beings come from Zeta Reticuli? I have no fucking clue and it wouldn’t surprise me at all to discover that this us not the case. We heard this supposed origin from them, after all. Nothing they say to us should be blindly accepted. I won’t accept that from religion or society, I’m not accepting that from aliens.

Do I think there is a conspiracy? Clearly there is, though the Greada Treaty stuff seems a bit too deep end for me. I do think they’ve recovered alien tech through incidents such as Roswell, though I doubt they’ve been capable of successfully reverse engineering and replicating it with earth-bound materials. Are abductees products of a transgenic program rather than subjects in alien experimentation? I have no idea. Maybe they subject us to catch-and-release for a host of reasons much as we catch-and-release animals.

A few things as of late have brought this to mind, which is to say what I actually believe regarding all this weirdness in my life. The first, of course, is Trump, who I feel has given conspiracy as a whole a bad name. Conspiracies are a natural product of human social groups. You can see things like this in a circle of friends, at the level of a fast food restaurant, and one can really doubt that shit like this happens in government? Wake up. And some are going to be poor conspirators and they’re going to get caught, but others — such as the intelligence community, as an easy example — are artists at keeping secrets or swaying public opinion from believing them through spreading disinformation and utilizing ridicule. So conspiracy in and if itself is not an absurd concept.

Having said that, not everything is a goddamned conspiracy, either. We went to the moon. The earth is lumpy and roundish. The recent flat earth documentary I watched called Behind the Curve and my failed attempts to watch The Joe Rogan podcast with Alex Jones have left me astounded at the kind of dogma and absolute madness obsessive-compulsive conspiratorial thinking can generate.

Stick your head into a notion. Explore an idea to the extremes, to the very edges of the earth — but pull your fucking head out when you’re done. Unless you can be at least reasonably certain, unless the evidence is absolutely overwhelming, why take the risk of investing in just another lie?

Gray Aliens: Origins and Objectives.

“But who shall dwell in these worlds if they be inhabited?…
Are we or they Lords of the World?…
And how are all things made for man?—”
— Kepler (quoted in The Anatomy of Melancholy) [as quoted in The War of the Worlds].

Though there have been many allegations with respect to their origins over the years, the most persistent allegation is that the Gray aliens described so often in abduction reports and alien encounters derive from Zeta Reticulum, a binary star system. To the best of my knowledge and amateur research, these allegations derived from at least three sources, the first of which was the 1961 abduction account of Betty and Barney Hill, though this happened in a remarkable and roundabout way. Subsequent to this, their Zeta origins were communicated to Bob Lazar as he was reading compartmentalized briefings in the late 1980s, and it was then quite literally spelled out to Kim Carlsberg in 1991.

Most recently, I heard this from Carlsberg, specifically through her 1995 book, Beyond My Wildest Dreams, which I should add is wonderfully illustrated by Darryl Anka. In her entry for October 6, 1991, she describes what is apparently just another rendition of a dream she had often had in which she found herself struggling as she was submerged underwater and forced to breathe the liquid. Once she finally did, she felt herself separate from her body and rise to the water’s surface, as was evidently typical of such dreams — though now, for the first time, she saw that her body remained alive despite the fact that she was outside of it. Before finally awakening from this dream, which she would later discover echoes the Breathing Pool experience described by many abductees, she heard a voice spell out “Zeta Reticulum” — first Z, then ZE, then ZET, and so on — after which she abruptly awoke.

So in her case, their origin was evidently announced to her by the little gray bastards themselves. The experience of Bob Lazar was more second hand in this respect, as he is not an abductee, though the whole of his experience as he describes it is at worst merely fascinating and at best an incredible wealth of information. I first heard of him back in the 1990s, far before Carlsberg’s experience, when my need to understand all I could about this subject and it’s periphery first manifested in my life. Though a controversial figure, Lazar’s story is an intriguing one that I’ve kept finding myself coming back to again and again over the years.

He claims that from December of 1988 to April of the following year he was employed by the Office of Naval Intelligence as senior staff physicist for Project Galileo, which was aiming to reverse engineer alien spacecraft at a remote installation known as S-4. He would arrive at the EG&G building nearby McCarran Airport in Las Vegas, and from there he would be flown to the ominous Area 51 — a mere stop on the way. Transported from there by a bus with blacked-out windows, he would ultimately arrive at S-4, an even more remote location on the Nellis Test Range than the pit-stop his story incidentally brought the media spotlight down upon.

This installation was built into the base of the Papoose mountains nearby the dry lake bed, it’s nine angled hangar doors covered by a sand-textured coating that served as camouflage. At one point he even saw all the hangars open, each revealing a distinct craft, their appearance inspiring Lazar to nickname them: the Top Hat, the Jello Mold, and so on. He only worked in a single hangar, however, and on one specific craft, which he called the Sport Model. And he saw only two out of three levels of the interior.

Early into his employment there he was often left alone in a briefing room with a table and chair, where he was left to read roughly 120 briefing documents contained in small blue booklets, each of which provided a swift synopsis of all projects in the overarching program. Though he could only confirm through personal experience that what they said of Project Galileo was true, the documents did provide disturbing information. Among these briefings he learned that the Grays, which they referred to as The Kids, derived from the Zeta Reticuli star system — specifically the fourth planet from Zeta 2, where a day is evidently some 90 earth-hours long. In the briefings, the planet was referred to as Zeta 2 Reticulum 4.

Though I currently hold the opinion that there may be a small chance that I’m mistaken, I believe that the first time I heard of the Zeta connection with the Grays was through hearing the account of Betty and Barney Hill. It was certainly the first time this star system manifested in UFO lore. They were taken from New Hampshire in 1961 while returning home from a vacation.

At some point during her hypnosis session with Dr. Benjamin Simon, Betty described how she had informed her alien escort that she was well aware that he wasn’t from around here and asked him where he had come from. In response, he brings her into a room and shows her what we would now describe as a three-dimensional, holographic star map. Some of the stars were connected with heavy lines that she was told denoted trade routes; those connected by dotted lines were occasional expeditions. In relation to the map, she again asked where his home port was. In response, he asked her if she could identify where she was on the map. Upon laughing and confessing she hadn’t the foggiest, he then said that if she didn’t know where she was, there was no point telling her where he was from.

After Dr. Benjamin Simon confirmed she remembered the map, he gave her a posthypnotic suggestion: if she could remember it accurately, she should draw it later. And so she did. Even so, as Stanton Friedman later put it, there seemed little chance that the map, even if accurately drawn, would help much at all with respect to determining their origins. Aside from what the alien had implied, which was that one the stars on the map might be our own sun, there was no point of reference. These could depict stars damned near anywhere in the galaxy, and that’s assuming they are indeed from our galaxy.

Enter: Marjorie Fish, a schoolteacher, astronomer and member of Mensa. She became interested in the star map and took the time to speak with Betty and collect the details firsthand. Ultimately, Fish made a total of 26 different 3D models of our local galactic neighborhood (which is to say 54 light years from us in every direction?) in the attempts to find a 3D pattern of stars that matched Betty’s 2D map. Having anticipated coming across a multitude of matches, she was rather surprised when she at first found zilch. Once she received good data regarding the distances between the stars and narrowed her search to the kind of stars most likely to host planetary life as we know it, however — and had some help from Walter Mitchell, Professor of Astronomy at Ohio State University — she found one pattern that matched “angle for angle, line length for line length,” as Friedman says.

The two large, foreground stars depicted in the lower, left-hand corner and connected by five straight lines on Betty’s map, according to Fish’s research, correspond to Zeta 1 and 2 Reticuli — the binary star system of Zeta Reticuli, residing in the constellation of Reticulum (“the net”). It is positioned in the geocentric southern hemisphere and resides roughly 39 light-years (or 12 parsecs) from our earthen sun.

As to whether there is any evidence for a planet around either of these stars: yes. Sort of. On September 20th, 1996, it was announced that a planet was discovered orbiting Zeta 2 Reticuli. It was then reportedly removed from the Extra Solar Planets Encyclopedia website some four days later, however, because “the data may have been misinterpreted and there probably is no planet.” Instead, the claim was revised: evidence has been found for a disc of debris around Zeta 2 with asymmetry suggestive of a planet.

Could the existence of this planet be verified, and might there be at least three other planetary companions as well, just as Lazar’s briefings suggested?

In his article “Zeta 2 Reticuli: Home System of the Greys?”, Joe LeSearne explains Bode’s Law, which states (in essence) that going from the star in question outward, each planet in a star system is roughly twice the distance from the star than the previous planet. According to Neil deGrasse Tyson, it should be said, this was based on our own solar system and may not apply to other star systems. Assuming it does apply to other star systems, however, and assuming the “discovered” planet around Zeta 2 Reticuli is the closest to its star (which at 0.14 AU is evidently a fairly good bet), one can then extrapolate where any other planets in the star system might be. Applying Kepler’s third law, we can then determine the length of the year on each of the hypothetical planets as well. None of this I understand sufficiently, as I do not “math” very well, but I can summarize his results.

At 0.14 AU, Zeta 2 Reticulum 1 would have a year that was but 18.9 earth-days long; for Reticulum 2, at 0.28 AU, it would be 52.8 days, and for Reticulum 3, at 0.56 AU, it would be 149 days. Zeta 2 Reticulum 4, alleged home planet of the Grays, would have a year slightly longer than Earth’s, at 422 days. This planet would reside at 1.12 AU which, he excitedly points out, rests between the distances of Earth (naturally, at 1.00 AU) and Mars (1.52 AU). Given the similarity between our two stars, this means that the alleged planet of the Grays would reside well within the habitable or “goldilocks” zone of their star.

If this is all true, what might the planet be like? Among alien experiences there is a description of an exoplanet — presumably their home planet — that has been fairly consistent across the board.

Many abductees have been shown imagery of this vast, otherworldly desert planet with two or three suns in the sky. This has surfaced in material provided by Whitley Strieber, David Jacobs, Karla Turner, and others. In his book, The Threat, David Jacobs remarks that “[m]any abductees have reported being in a desert-like terrain. Although the meaning of these settings is unclear, there are indications that such terrain may be a home environment for the aliens.” He then provides portions of the transcript from the hypnosis session of “Susan Steiner” (pages 51-52), who seems to be describing this planet:

“The sky is like reddish. There’s like cloud formations that are sort of hanging in the air very low, like very, they’re not like cumulus clouds. They’re more feathery type clouds. And they’re like all different colors. Like multicolored and they’re hanging in the air, almost like cotton candy or angel’s hair. It looks sort of like angel’s hair hanging there in the air. It’s just like all over the place. There’s like three, looks like there’s three suns in the sky. One of them has like little, like smaller things sort of like … I don’t know what you would call them but like rotating around one of the suns. The other two don’t have that, the other two are just plain. We start walking out into this […] hard sand. It’s not like beach sand, it’s like harder than that.”

Again, a similar environment is mentioned in Karla Turner’s book Taken, where she speaks of an abductee she calls Angie:

“In February 1989, she had another abduction in which she was called a ‘Chosen One’ and was also shown a scene familiar from other abductee reports. One of the aliens touched her forehead, she said, and ‘a series of graphic images exploded’ in her mind. She saw ‘a reddish-gold desert planet with two setting suns,’ a ‘galaxy,’ a ‘blood-red moon and a fiery orange sun exploding,’ and an ‘underground city’ before she blacked out. When she regained consciousness, an alien told her their home was ‘Cassiopeia in the heavens’ but that they had made a home for themselves on Earth before humans were created. After this, Angie passed out again and was returned home.”

In his book Confirmation, Whitley Strieber provides snippets from the letters many have sent to him describing their own bizarre experiences. On page 149, he cites an experience that sounds somewhat familiar:

“I was standing in the middle of a red plain. The ground beneath my feet was dust… like what I imagine moon dust would be like. There were no rocks, no chunks of anything. I appeared to be in the middle of a street. There were large, tan buildings running up and down this street, in all sort of strange configurations. They were not elaborate at all — just very angular. On the whole, they looked like Spanish missions, if those missions had been designed by Salvador Dali. They were made of some crenulated metallic material that on first glance looked like adobe. The sky above my head was white. Not bright white or cloudy white — it was more like the sky glowed, like it had some innate property of light. On the street were dozens of ‘gray’ creatures. They appeared to be gliding back and forth up and down the street. They gave off this feeling that I was sort of distasteful to them. I felt big and dirty and ugly.”

As I browsed through Albert Rosales compilation of humanoid sighting reports for 1989 on unfoino.com, I came across an interesting case that occurred in Mezhriybaza, Uzbekistan. On the fitting night of October 31, UFOFORUM in Russia reported that:

“A local bookkeeper, X. Saidov, spotted a large dazzling object descending towards the ground. After the object landed, a tall robot-like being wearing a silvery suit emerged from the object. Terrified, Saidov is unable to move and apparently loses consciousness. Waking up later, he finds himself in a desert like location standing among the sands. He could see hills and pyramids around him. He sees a man and woman exit one of the pyramids, but he remained paralyzed and felt the ground under him become soft. He soon lost consciousness again. Later he found himself standing next to his car close to the village.”

Such descriptions fit a type of exoplanet currently referred to as a land planet. In a 2011 paper in Astrobiology magazine entitled “Habitable Zone Limits for Dry Planets,” it is even suggested that life-bearing earth-like planets might be rare in comparison to life-bearing land planets, which would have a habitable zone around their star that is roughly three times larger.

Nuclear physicist and UFO researcher, lecturer and author Stanton Friedman has since made some interesting observations regarding Marjorie Fish’s discovery that might give us further insights into the Grays and their presumed point of origin. Zeta 1 and 2 Reticuli are the closest pair of “solar analogs” in our neighborhood, with Zeta-2 being the bigger, brighter and hotter of the two and the most similar to our sun. There is an ongoing debate regarding the age of these stars, however, which could be as young as two billion or as old as eight billion years. In other words, the prospect that life could have developed around any planets should they exist — judging from the amount of time life apparently took to develop on the earth — is more or less up in the air at the moment. In any case, it is possible that life on any planets there may have had a head start on us.

Though 39.17 light years away from us, the twins of Reticuli are a mere fraction of a lightyear distant from one another — far closer than our own closest stellar neighbor, Proxima Centauri, at 4.24 light years away. Light from one star in the binary system would take three weeks to reach its partner, which equals plenty of space for both stars to have their own planetary systems. Due to the close proximity of the stars of Zeta, on any planets around either of them the companion star would be visible — even in the daytime, assuming the planets in question were not tidally locked — shining some 30 times brighter than geocentric Venus. In addition, the residents of a planet around any one of the stars would be able to directly observe not only the other planets around its own star, but planets around the other as well. A sufficiently advanced planetary civilization would be capable of detecting life on another in the binary system, perhaps before ever leaving their home planet. Friedman has also suggested that given the close proximity of the other star and any planets surrounding it, space travel would have developed far earlier than it has with respect to the human species and underwent a rapid acceleration.

After exploring and colonizing their own binary star system, the most obvious targets would be the closest neighboring star systems, which Betty’s map reflects. Beginning at the right-hand side of the map and fanning to the left, we have four stars connected to Zeta-1 by means of those heavy lines: Alpha Mensae, the Sun, 82 G. Eridani and Gliese 86.

Betty’s captor described the bold lines as denoting trade routes, however, suggesting that there was life located in each of these star systems with whom they were trading. Are these stars, based on what we know, suitable for life, though, and have any exoplanets been discovered around them? I decided to find out.

Alpha Mensae serves as the lucida, or brightest star, in the constellation of Mensa, though it is the dimmest lucida present in our night sky. It is a main sequence star with the stellar classification of G7 V. It resides some 33.1 light years from our sun and shares a similar size and color, though it is slightly cooler and dimmer. It is also slightly older, at 5.4 billion years. Though suggestions of a circumstellar disc of gaseous matter were initially detected around the star, doubts arose once the Herschel Space Observatory failed to confirm it. Despite this and the lack of any discovered planetary companions, however, it was a prime target for NASA’s Terrestrial Planet Finder (TPF), a mission which was ultimately cancelled.

Next in line, there is our own Sun, a main-sequence star with the stellar classification of G2V that is 4.6 billion years old. It has at least eight planets, at least one of which is life-bearing.

Next is the star 82 G. Eridani, alternatively e Eridani, HD 20794 or HR 1008, which resides in the constellation Eridanus. It is a main-sequence star with a stellar classification of G5 (or G6), making it similar to our sun in terms of color, though slightly smaller. It resides roughly 20 light years away from Earth and has an estimated age of 6 to 12 billion years; in any case, older than our sun. This star was also a prime target for TPF, as well as the Space Interferometry Mission (SIM), which has also been cancelled. Even so, on August 17, 2011, astronomers announced the apparent detection of three Super-Earths orbiting the star — unimaginatively called 82 G. Eridani a, b and c — though all with orbital period of 90 days or less, which means they’re close to their star and so unlikely to be habitable. In 2017, three more planets were detected, however, with one of them, 82 G, Eridani f, orbiting within the habitable zone.

Gliese 86, the last star connected by a bold line on the map, is a K-type main-sequence star of spectral type K1V approximately 35 light-years away in the constellation of Eridanus. It has a close-orbiting massive Jovian planet and a white dwarf (Gliese 86 B) located around 21 AU from the primary star, making the Gliese 86 system one of the tightest binaries known to host an extrasolar planet.

Though Friedman has never explored these individual stars or their potential exoplanets in his lectures or written works, he has made some curious observations of them as a whole. Despite the fact that only 5% of the stars within 54 light years of our own are sun-like stars, all of these trade-rote stars are, which is a strange coincidence. Friedman maintains the chances are one in several thousand that this would be the case. Equally eerie is that all stars exist on a plane — like pepperoni slices placed flat atop a pizza, as Friedman has put it, rather than like raisins scattered throughout a loaf of bread.

Though it isn’t entirely clear on the map which of the stars of Zeta Reticulum the Grays are native to, the fact that Zeta 2 is the star from which the trade routes to the four other star systems stem is strongly suggestive, and this would line up with what Lazar said and perhaps even the more recent potential detection of a planet around that star in particular.

Aside from their own home star system, there is the question as to who they are trading with. The five lines connecting both the stars of Zeta might indicate life naturally exists in both systems, or perhaps only that a faction of their own species colonized the other star system and they subsequently engaged in trade with them. This could also be true of the other star systems, which is to say that they denote trade routes with other factions of their species who have colonized those areas.

Conversely, they could be trading with extraterrestrial intelligences native to those star systems — among them our own. Though the question remains: trading what? And at least with respect to Earth, with whom specifically? Any attempt to weave this into popular UFO lore might lead to speculations involving the alleged 1954 Greada Treaty or any variants on the tale, which in any case certainly represents the extreme, dark and highly questionable deep end of UFO conspiracy allegations.

One source for this story is William Cooper. In his book, Behold a Pale Horse, he wrote about a variety of strange, conspiratorial things, not least of which dealt with the large objects that were detected moving towards the earth in 1953, initially thought to be asteroids. Once it was determined they were in actuality spacecraft of some kind and they had taken up orbit around the equator, there were efforts to communicate with them via radio using binary language. These efforts were fruitful and they were able to arrange a meeting. Before that meeting took place, however, another alien race communicated with aspects of the US government and made First Contact.

Most sources that I’m currently aware of agree that this First Contact scenario happened in February of 1954. As the story goes, President Dwight Eisenhower was on a rather abruptly-announced vacation in Palm Springs, California, between the 17th and 24th when, on the evening and morning bridging the February 20th and 21st, he went missing. The media began speculating that he might be ill or perhaps had even died. The next morning, he showed up at a church service in LA. According to his press secretary, he’d lost a tooth cap while dining in some fried chicken and was rushed to a local dentist.

To some, this smelled like a cover story — the dental treatment, even the abrupt vacation. An alternative story eventually began to circulate that on the 20th he was in actuality taken to an Air Force Base (AFB) where he had his first, historic meeting with members of an extraterrestrial race, though some discrepancies arise with respect to where this epic meeting took place. According to Cooper in the aforementioned book, it was at Homestead Air Reserve Base in Miami–Dade County, Florida, which was at the time called Homestead AFB. Despite this, there is a lecture of his posted on YouTube which I came across entitled, “The Secret Government, UFOs, the Alien Problem and the Origin, Identity, and Purpose of MJ-12,” which the poster believed to have been recorded at the July 2, 1989 MUFON Symposium in Las Vegas, Nevada. In this video, he says otherwise. With respect to this First Contact meeting, he claimed that: “I do not know where this took place. I wish I did.” Most (even Gerald Light, whom Cooper himself cites as being there) claim it actually took place at Muroc AFB, later named Edwards AFB, which is located in Kern County in southern California.

According to Cooper, four individuals aside from Eisenhower were chosen to be present during this event, the reactions of whom would be considered representative of the public reaction to potential disclosure. Among them were Dr. Edwin Nourse, who worked at the Brookings Institution from 1923 to 1946 in the Institute of Economics and ultimately resigned to become the first chairman of Truman’s Council of Economic Advisers until 1949. Then there was James Francis Aloysius McIntyre of the Catholic Church, who from 1948 to 1970 functioned as an Archbishop of LA and became the first cardinal of the Western US in 1953, one year before First Contact. Also present was Franklin Winthrop Allen, an 80-year-old, retired reporter formerly of the Hearst Newspapers Group, who was allegedly authored the 1918 Dispatch Press publication, Instructions for Reporters for Hearings Before the Interstate Commerce Committee, though through my feeble Google searching I can find no evidence of its existence that doesn’t reference this meeting, which I find highly suspicious. Finally, there was Gerald Light, a writer, clairvoyant, medium and UFO contactee that also went under the name of Dr. Kappa.

In an April 16, 1954 letter to Meade Layne, who was at the time the director of Borderland Sciences Research Associates, Gerald Light wrote the following:

“My dear friends: I have just returned from Muroc. The report is true — devastatingly true! I made the journey in company with Franklin Allen of the Hearst papers and Edwin Nourse of Brookings Institute (Truman’s erstwhile financial advisor) and Bishop MacIntyre of L.A. (confidential names for the present, please). When we were allowed to enter the restricted section (after about six hours in which we were checked on every possible item, event, incident and aspect of our personal and public lives), I had the distinct feeling that the world had come to an end with fantastic realism. For I have never seen so many human beings in a state of complete collapse and confusion, as they realized that their own world had indeed ended with such finality as to beggar description. The reality of the ‘other plane’ aeroforms is now and forever removed from the realms of speculation and made a rather painful part of the consciousness of every responsible scientific and political group. During my two days’ visit I saw five separate and distinct types of aircraft being studied and handled by our Air Force officials — with the assistance and permission of the Etherians! I have no words to express my reactions. It has finally happened. It is now a matter of history. President Eisenhower, as you may already know, was spirited over to Muroc one night during his visit to Palm Springs recently. And it is my conviction that he will ignore the terrific conflict between the various ‘authorities’ and go directly to the people via radio and television — if the impasse continues much longer. From what I could gather, an official statement to the country is being prepared for delivery about the middle of May.”

The official statement alluded to didn’t happen, of course — at least not that May, and certainly not so blatantly.

Why these particular individuals? In his article, “Eisenhower’s 1954 Meeting With Extraterrestrials: The Fiftieth Anniversary of First Contact?”, Michael E. Salla, Ph.D., makes the case that these individuals would have been logical choices if indeed the event took place as suggested. Each of them were elderly and high-status representatives of the spiritual, religious, economic and media communities that, given the context of American society during that era, would have served as effective representatives of how the public might react to disclosure and, given that disclosure was judged to be the sensible path, advisors with respect to how such disclosure should unfold. “Based on this reaction,” Cooper writes, “it was decided that the public could not be told. Later studies confirmed the decision as sound.”

In a 1991 interview with UFO researcher William Hamilton, Sergeant Charles Suggs, Jr, claimed his father, Navy Sergeant Charles Suggs, Sr, was also present at this event at Edwards AFB on that same date. “They met and spoke with two white-haired Nordics that had pale blue eyes and colorless lips,” Hamilton wrote. “The spokesman stood a number of feet away from Ike and would not let him approach any closer. A second Nordic stood on the extended ramp of a bi-convex saucer that stood on tripod landing gear on the landing strip. According to Charlie, there were B-58 Hustlers on the field even though the first one did not fly officially till 1956. These visitors said they came from another solar system.”

Cooper, Light, Suggs and the others agree that the event is said to have occurred on February 20, 1954 (save for Lear, who only referenced the year), and is said to have involved remarkably human-like, and specifically Nordic-looking aliens. These aliens were also said to have similar concerns. According to Cooper, these human-like aliens not only warned us about the aliens orbiting the equator but informed us that we, as a species, were currently treading down a path ending only in species suicide. Given that we were willing to do away with our nukes and learn to live in peace and harmony with ourselves and our planet, however, they were willing to assist us in our spiritual development. They refused to offer us their alien technology as we were clearly incapable of spiritually handling the technology that we already possessed and felt certain that any technology they might bestow upon us would only serve to accelerate our trajectory towards annihilation. This proposed trade deal was met with a great deal of suspicion, particularly when it came to disarming ourselves of our nuclear arsenal, which it was felt quite strongly would only leave the US vulnerable to potential enemies both terrestrial and Other. On this basis, these alien proposals were ultimately rejected, though some suggest that Eisenhower himself was not on board with this rejection.

The planned meeting between representatives of the US government and the aliens revolving around earth’s equator, which turned out to be the entities we have come to call the Grays, allegedly came to be at roughly six in the evening on April 25, 1954 at Holloman AFB. As a consequence of this meeting, an agreement was reached that has been referred to as the Greada Treaty. In the Cooper synopsis:

“The treaty stated that the aliens would not interfere in our affairs and we would not interfere in theirs. We would keep their presence on Earth a secret. They would furnish us with advanced technology and would help us in our technological development. They would not make any treaty with any other nation. They could abduct humans on a limited and periodic basis for the purpose of medical examination and monitoring of our development, with the stipulation that the humans would not be harmed, would be returned to their point of their abduction, would have no memory of the event, and that the alien nation would furnish Majesty Twelve with a list of all human contacts and abductees on a regularly scheduled basis.”

Evidently, it didn’t take long at all for them to realize the mistake they had made. He went on to say:

“By 1955 it became obvious that the aliens had deceived Eisenhower and had broken the treaty. Mutilated humans were being found along with mutilated animals across the United States. It was suspected that the aliens were not submitting a complete list of human contacts and abductees to Majesty Twelve and it was suspected that not all abductees had been returned. The Soviet Union was suspected to interact with them, and this proved to be true. The aliens stated that they had been, and were then, manipulating masses of people through secret societies, witchcraft, magic, the occult, and religion. After several Air Force combat air engagements with alien craft it also became apparent that our weapons were no match against them.”

Similar stories come from other sources, such as John Lear:

“… a deal was struck that in exchange for advanced technology from the aliens we would allow them to abduct a very small number of persons and we would periodically be given a list of those persons abducted. We got something less than the technology we bargained for and found the abductions exceeded by a millionfold than what we had naively agreed to.”

At first sniff, this narrative reeks of bullshit. I mean, why would they strike a deal if they were just going to violate it within a year and do what they wanted anyway? With this ultimately needless treaty, they would basically be handing over their advanced technology to the very species they were exploiting, which doesn’t sound like something an advanced intelligence would do. Unless, of course, they only meant to implicate the government, who would certainly lose the public’s respect and so their power over the public if it were to come out that they not only knew of the existence of ETI but gave them the go-ahead to abduct the very citizens it is their duty to serve and protect. Like it or not, they were stuck serving the alien agenda now and couldn’t come out with it to the public without threatening their own power and control.

The Grays also kept them busy trying to reverse engineer alien technology they couldn’t possibly understand, let alone replicate. To paraphrase Stanton Friedman, our efforts would be akin to time-traveling and handing Christopher Columbus an iPhone and expecting him to back-engineer it, though in our case we may have neither the knowledge to back-engineer it nor the materials required to build it. For instance, the memory metal often spoken about in association with the Roswell crash may have been a component necessary to the proper functioning of the craft and it’s certainly nothing we have found or managed to manufacture on earth. Even if we were handed such vehicles as the Eisenhower-alien exchange program suggests, we would have only prized possessions. Irreplaceable tools in our arsenal. Nothing short of absolute necessity would justify their use in anything beyond tightly-controlled test flights in remote areas. It would not pose a threat to the Grays, only feed the government false hope that they might be able to match their technology and have a fighting chance in a war against them. Cooper implied as much:

“Since our weapons were literally useless against the aliens, Majesty Twelve decided to continue friendly diplomatic relations until such a time as we were able to develop a technology which would enable us to challenge them on a military basis. Overtures would have to been made to the Soviet Union and other nations to join forces for the survival of humanity.”

There is also the question as to what the true motives of the Grays really are, of course, and Cooper offered some allegations that provide food for thought:

“Another finding was that the aliens were using humans and animals for a source of glandular secretions, enzymes, hormonal secretions, blood plasma and possibly in genetic experiments. The aliens explained these actions as necessary for their survival. They stated that their genetic structure had deteriorated and that they were no longer able to reproduce. They stated that if they were unable to improve their genetic structure, their race would soon cease to exist. We looked upon their explanations with extreme suspicion.”

As they should have. Abduction researcher David Jacobs suspects a very specific motive with respect to the abductions, and it is for the purposes of colonization — or, as he puts it, planetary acquisition.

There are a limited number of ways by which a biological species which developed on one planet might go on to colonize another planet, planetoid, moon, or asteroid. Watching movies and television shows like Star Wars, Star Trek, Firefly and so on, one might fall into the mistaken assumption that if FTL speed or warp drives were possible we would be able to go from one inhabited planet to another and be fully capable of existing within the atmosphere and other conditions on the planet and that there would be no concern for cross-contaminating one planet with viruses or animal species from another. While convenient for science fiction, this is a strange assumption, especially given that even going from one continent or island to another on earth has resulted in such issues.

An advanced ETI could only colonize another planet in a limited number of ways. They could create artificial Closed Ecological Systems (CES) on the surface or in subterranean cities on such a planet, but they could also utilize this to colonize lifeless worlds or even exist in space stations. If they desired to live in the atmosphere and within the ecosystem of a habitable planet long-term, they would either have to change the conditions of that planet through terraforming (also, and perhaps more appropriately, known as planetary engineering) or, to go the most economical route for long-term colonization of an exoplanet, change themselves to fit the present conditions of the planet through transgenesis. If the research and conclusions of David Jacobs are to believed, the aliens featuring in the mass of abduction accounts seem to be seeking colonization in just this way: to cross human beings with themselves so as to develop a new species that bears a body predominantly human, so as to be ready-adapted to the earth and naturally integrate into the ecosystem, with a neurology, psychology, or consciousness that is predominantly Gray alien.

If this is indeed the case, are the circumstances the same in the other star systems depicted on Betty’s map? Could this be a technique they’ve not only employed in our case, but other star systems as well? Are the Grays colonizing those planets and did they make similar trade deals with those planetary powers? Do they go to a planet bearing an intelligent and technological yet lesser-advanced civilization, ascertain who the powers that be are, confront them and offer advanced technology in exchange for allowing them to abduct members of their population without intervention?

In his book, The Threat, Jacobs describes portions of the four-and-a-half-day abduction experience of Allison Reed, during which she was taken to a room that seemed to serve as a sort of museum filled with “artifacts on shelves along with strange life-sized ‘holograms’ of several beings. Her alien escort explained what these figures represented and why the hybridization was undertaken.” These figures evidently represented previous attempts of the Grays to mix themselves with other planetary species, much as they were attempting to do with human beings now, but each had flaws, the most important of which was their shared sterility. Jacobs described three:

“The first had alien features with distinctive black eyes and a thin body; it also had a distended stomach with boil-like protuberances on it. The next hologram looked more human. He had blond hair and humanlike eyes, but he had no genitals, and his skin was extremely pale, like that of a “borderline albino.” The final hologram was a grouping of smaller beings, about five feet tall. They were very white and Allison received the impression that they were “mentally weak or something.””

Given the three former hybridization attempts shown to Allison plus the one currently being attempted with our own species, it is tempting to speculate that each of these species belong to the other three star systems marked “trade routes” on Betty’s map. It seems possible, even likely, that there is more than one life-bearing planet in at least some of the star systems, however, as this appears a bit too evenly-distributed. In subsequent interviews and lectures, Jacobs adds that due to the vast array of differing descriptions abductees have given for the creatures they refer to as reptilian, this likely represents another former hybridization attempt between the Grays and at least one other planetary species.

Some would claim that this style of “planetary acquisition” would technically not mean that the Grays are colonizing, as the transgenesis would suggest the new species would not even be the Gray species, let alone the specific individuals engaging in the program. As I have written of elsewhere (in UFOs and Recycling Souls as well as in Monism, Dualism, and Eating of the Tree of Life) this is not entirely true. We understand very little about consciousness, but given a long enough timeline and given that we continue on our present technological trajectory, we surely will. Regardless as to whether monism or dualism in the philosophy of the mind proves to hold, there is good reason to believe we will develop what has been called resurrection technology or consciousness-transference technology. A civilization such as the Grays, which are clearly far more advanced than our own, would have mastered this science and technology long ago. Transgenesis may be the means by which they generate optimal bodies native to the planetary ecosystem in question yet custom-made for their alien consciousness.

Sources:
Captured! The Betty and Barney Hill UFO Experience: the True Story of the World’s First Documented Alien Abduction, by Kathleen Marden and Stanton T. Friedman
Beyond My Wildest Dreams, Kim Carlsberg.
– Countless YouTube videos featuring Bob Lazar.
– “Zeta 2 Reticuli: Home System of the Greys?” by Joe LeSearne
The Threat: Revealing the Secret Alien Agenda by David Jacobs
Walking Among Us: The Alien Plan to Control Humanityby David Jacobs
Taken: Inside the Alien-Human Abduction Agenda by Karla Turner
Confirmation: The Hard Evidence of Aliens Among Us? by Whitley Strieber
– UFOinfo.com
Behold a Pale Horse by William Cooper
– “The Secret Government, UFOs, the Alien Problem and the Origin, Identity, and Purpose of MJ-12,” by William Cooper.
– “Eisenhower’s 1954 Meeting With Extraterrestrials: The Fiftieth Anniversary of First Contact?” by Michael E. Salla, Ph.D.