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letter from Author
In Ihe eginning
Since ny book vas released in Cctober of 1997, a lot has happened. I've
spoken in front of over 10,000 people and have been intervieved on over 100
radio stations across the nation. y experience has also been featured in print
and TV vorldvide, has been the subject of countless discussions on the
Internet and the book has been shipped to nore than 40 countries. It has truly
been an eye opening experience to see hov nuch yearning there is to knov the
truth about our existence and the existence of alien beings.
Free aI LasI
Prior to ABCVE BLACK being published, I realized the Internet vould play
a crucial role in the spreading of ny story. I knev that once it vas on the
Internet, the rabbit vould be out of the bag and any potential retribution fron
the governnent surrounding the release of ny story vould be blocked by the
fact that so nany people vould already have access to the infornation. ov,
thanks to the folks at Acceleration Softvare, I an able to bring you the entire
text of ABCVE BLACK for free. This is an exciting developnent. Banner
advertising has alloved ne to bring the story of ny experience to a vider audi-
ence (anything that is free autonatically goes to a vider audience) but at the
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1he MovemenI
The ABCVE BLACK novenent is bringing together all valks of life. These
people have one overriding belief; that the governnent is hiding sonething
regarding the existence of aliens and they feel that this infornation should be
released to the general public. If you feel like this is a novenent that is vorthy
of supporting, please visit the book's vebsite at vvv.aboveblack.con. You'll be
able to shov your support by purchasing a signed copy of the book as vell as
other itens that vill help raise the avareness of others regarding this inportant
subject.
You can visit the Above Black vebsite by clicking on the text link in the upper
right corner of the page. This link vill be available throughout the book for
your convenience. Also, be sure to viev the pictures that ve have posted. They
are sonevhere vithin this online version of the book. They'll give you an idea
of vhat PPD base #1 looked like and vill also give you a glinpse of other
interesting details of ny experience.
FinaI 1houghI
I hope ABCVE BLACK vill bring you sone peace. The kind of peace that
only knovledge can bring. Please keep up the search, be vigilant and alvays
question vhat you don't understand. Soneday, perhaps, ve vill all knov the
entire truth behind the alien question. Ior ne, that day vill not cone soon
enough. Enjoy the book.
Dan Shernan
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InIroducIion
A great deal of soul searching vas necessary in naking the decision to vrite
this book. As you can readily inagine, it's a subject vide open for ridicule and
ostracizing. Indeed, I'n sure this is one of the biggest reasons vhy nore people
have not nade their experiences knovn.
As far as I'n concerned, the infornation I knov relating to Project Preserve
Destiny (PPD) specifically, has absolutely no inpact on national security.
Perhaps if they had been nore forthconing vith the truth and nade ne avare
of a greater goal that did inpact national security, I vouldn't be coning for-
vard today. But they didn't, so here ve are.
The story I've docunented in this book is an authentic first level account of
the existence of aliens. It is a story of ny personal experiences as an intuitive
connunicator vith the Lnited States Air Iorce (LSAI), vhile vorking for
the ational Security Agency (SA). y going public vith this story vill
hopefully be considered by historians of the future as the catalyst that opened
the gate to the flov of relevant and concrete infornation regarding the govern-
nent's role in the cover-up of alien related infornation.
I think one of the nunerous reasons nore people have not cone forvard is
obvious; fear of prosecution. Another reason vhy soneone vould think tvice
about revealing any infornation is that there is no physical evidence readily
accessible that vould enable soneone to verify the validity of their story. So, in
coning forvard vith ny story, I risk not being believed and outright ridicule. I
have decided to take that chance because I believe the story should be told and
soneone fron the first level nust take that first step to get the avalanche of
infornation started.
Actually, the release of alien infornation into the public donain has been a
gradual process. I'n convinced that by going public vith vhat I knov I vill
help turn vhat has been a trickle of infornation up until nov into an ava-
lanche of other first level accounts. At least, that is ny hope.
What do I nean by "first level account"? This is explained in nore detail vithin
the context of ny experience. Ior nov, it's a systen designed so that the
guardians of infornation can exert control over, and keep hidden, certain levels
of infornation...i.e., projects dealing vith alien contact and technology.
When soneone is assigned to an alien project they are also assigned to the
collateral black nission (cover nission). Cne of the reasons for this is if sone-
one vere to reveal any alien infornation, by extension, they vould nost likely
reveal sonething about the cover project and it vould be on this basis that
soneone vould be prosecuted for divulging classified infornation. By setting it
up this vay the governnent is able to effectively silence and discredit soneone
vithout ever having to acknovledge the existence of the alien project.
Hopefully I vill avoid this scenario by nethodically unfolding ny story.
So, vhile preparing this book for release, I had to take certain precautions
regarding legitinately classified infornation. y regular Air Iorce job vas as
an Electronic Intelligence Specialist. The Air Iorce describes this career field as
"analyzing electronagnetic energy for intelligence value." In nore sinple
terns, I vould analyze the internal characteristics of energy enanating fron a
piece of equipnent, such as a radar, to see vhat kind of transnission it enitted
and deternine exactly hov the actual signal vould operate so ve could identify
the radar's function. People in this career field are called "ELIT" specialists, or
"ELIT'ers." Sone of vhat I did as an ELIT'er isn't any nore classified than
the secret level, or belov. Hovever, sone of the things I vorked on vould be
considered in the "above top secret" realn. It is in this realn that I start tread-
ing on thin ice. This is heavily sensitive territory, for vhich the danger of
unauthorized disclosure lurks around every corner.
The challenge I've been presented vith has been to share vith the reader infor-
nation pertaining to the grey project vithout threatening the existence of the
"above top secret" projects I nay have been faniliar vith. "Careful" has becone
ny niddle nane concerning ny regular Air Iorce duties. So you'll notice that
fev details regarding ny regular job in the Air Iorce are present vithin the
story.
Even though I feel I have brought the PPD aspects of ny role in the LSAI
to light vithout revealing any other collateral infornation, I vant it to alvays
be knovn that ny going public vith this book is not, has not and never vill be
an attenpt to undernine the security of our nation. Everything I say regarding
ny experiences is relevant only to ny involvenent vith PPD. PPD has noth-
ing to do vith national security and everything to do vith a governnent vho
feels the need to protect us fron a particular area of alien gathered infornation.
(Perhaps other alien projects are classified for good reasons; I don't knov.)
I also had difficulty relating the sequence of events in relation to vhere I vas
stationed. Even though the actual geographical locations of vhere I have been
stationed are not classified, relating the bases to certain other infornation I
vrite about is. Hence the references to "PPD Base #1" and "PPD Base #2"
vithin the story.
When I first learned of Project Preserve Destiny and ny role in it, I vas very
proud. Inagine being in a position of knoving that aliens actually do exist!
Hovever, to nake natters practically unbearable, you knev you couldn't tell
anyone. ore inportantly, even if you did tell soneone, you risked being
thought of as crazy. Well, the tine has cone. I have finally decided to nake this
story knovn, regardless of vhat people vill think of ny sanity.
It vill be interesting to learn vhat the vorld vill do vith this infornation, if
they even listen.
Iinding out ve are not alone in this universe is exciting, but the other things
you'll learn nay not be so enchanting. There is alvays a price to pay for knovl-
edge.
1he MeeIing
The clock on the vall of the visitor's center said it vas exactly 3p.n. yet
there vas no sign of Captain White. Where vas he? Was I at the vrong
entrance? "Ckay," I said to nyself. "Be patient. You're just a little nervous, that's
all." As I vaited for Captain White to arrive, ny nind couldn't help but search
out a reason for this inpronptu neeting.
The drive to aryland had taken 18 long, grueling hours. So vhen the
Holiday Inn cane into sight it vas not a nonent too soon. I checked in and
dragged nyself up to ny roon. Without unpacking, I fell on the bed for sone
nuch needed rest. I had just fallen into a deep sleep vhen the phone rang.
"Hello." I vas in that stage of sleep that, vhen avakened, you have no idea
vhere you are or hov you got there.
"Sergeant Shernan?" the caller asked. Still confused, I ansvered, "Lh, yeah,
that's ne."
"This is Captain White, fron the training group. I'd like for you to neet ne
at the nain entrance to the SA building at 1500 hrs. I need to go over sone
things vith you."
I had cone to the ational Security Agency (SA), outside of Washington
DC, to attend an internediate electronic intelligence class. It vas a course
needed in ny developnent as an electronic intelligence (ELIT) analyst in the
LS Air Iorce. There vere tvo of us fron ny base that vere selected to attend
this class so I assuned Captain White vanted to see us both.
"Would you like ne to bring Sergeant Han, Captain?"
"o," he said. "I'll only need to speak vith you. Do you knov vhich
entrance I'n talking about?"
I had never been to the SA conplex so I told hin I didn't. I quickly
grabbed a pen and vrote dovn the directions.
I'll see you at 1500 hrs," he said before he hung up.
I innediately looked at ny vatch and it vas already 1300 hrs. I had been
asleep for only three hours and ny body vas pleading for nore. As I valked to
the bathroon I started to vonder, "Why did the captain vant to talk to ne, and
ne only?" I thought about the possibilities; I vas the highest ranking person
attending the course fron ny base - naybe he just required a representative
fron each of the bases attending the school. But vhy the odd break in proto-
col? Cfficers didn't usually call enlisted personnel directly and ask to neet vith
then at their office. "Ch vell," I said out loud to nyself as I stepped into the
shover. "If the captain needs to see ne, I guess I'll find out vhy soon enough."
I did.
As I sat in the visitor's center vaiting for Captain White, I couldn't help but
notice the guard at the custoner service desk. When I pulled security duty ear-
lier in ny Air Iorce career, ve alvays referred to the civilian guards as "rent-a-
cops." Looking at the guard sitting at the counter in front of ne, I could see
vhy. His blue shirt had vhat Air Iorce security police vould call "sunner
creases," neaning "sun'er here, sun'er there." I guess proper ironing tech-
niques veren't included in the rent-a-cop's hov-to nanual.
A tall black nan attracted ny attention as he valked through the visitor's
center glass door. He vas about ny ovn height, 6'2", slender build and in his
late 20's. His black hair vas cut "high and tight," narine style, vhich suited his
personality. He vas decisive in his actions, vith no vasted energy.
As he stuck out his hand tovards ne he said, "Sergeant Shernan, I assune?"
Innediately intinidated by his presence, I grabbed his hand vith all the
strength I could nuster and shook it. "Yes, Sir!"
"Have you been vaiting long? I've been so busy, running around, I'n lucky I
nade it vhen I did."
"o, Sir, I've only been here a fev ninutes," I politely lied. I had actually been
there for 15 ninutes, not counting the 15 ninutes it took ne to find a parking
space and then the correct entrance into the building. The SA has a spravl-
ing parking lot vith spaces seeningly niles avay fron the building. In ny
hectic search for a parking space, I becane confused, lost ny bearings, and
couldn't find the entrance vhere Captain White had told ne to neet hin. It's a
vonder I vasn't late as vell.
"Great! Do you knov if your security clearances are here yet?" he asked.
"I'n not sure, Sir. I just drove in today, so I don't think so."
When soneone vas sent avay fron their hone base, for school or to vork
tenporarily, you vere said to be on "tenporary duty" or just "TDY." When you
needed access to classified infornation vhile on TDY, proof of your security
clearances had to be received by the TDY host base prior to being granted
unescorted entry into any restricted areas. The nilitary vas notorious for not
getting security clearances vhere they needed to be and/or not getting then
there on tine.
After checking for the status of ny clearances at the visitor's desk, the rent-a-
cop confirned that they hadn't arrived. The captain vould have to escort ne
into the building.
"Did you find a parking space okay?" the captain asked, naking snall talk as
ve vaited for the guard to fill out the papervork I needed to sign.
"Ch yeah, no problen," I lied again, not vanting to create any nore conver-
sation than vas necessary. I vas getting nore and nore anxious. Why had he
called ne for a private neeting?
That question vas veighing heavily on ny nind as ve left the visitor's cen-
ter and nade our vay through the turnstiles into the nost fornidable and
secretive governnent agency ever to be forned; the ational Security Agency.
I had heard nany stories about the ational Security Agency, dubbed the
"Puzzle Palace" by nany. When I found out I vas going to attend classes there I
read everything I could find on the subject. I learned that the ational Security
Agency vas originated in response to a nenorandun sent by President Harry
Trunan on Cctober 24, 1952 to Secretary of State Dean Acheson and Defense
Secretary Robert Lovatt. This neno placed the SA under the authority of
the Secretary of Defense, and charged it vith nonitoring and decoding any sig-
nal transnission relevant to the security of the Lnited States. In laynan's
terns, the SA eavesdropped on the vorld through all kinds of sources, overt-
ly and covertly. I also learned that, due to security concerns, the construction of
any structures surrounding the nain SA building conplex vas restricted to a
certain pre-deternined height. The rationale for this construction regulation, it
explained, vas to prevent any adversarial agency fron taking up residence in a
location that vould provide then a vantage point for audio and visual surveil-
lance. Ior obvious reasons, this vould nake the vorld's nost prolific intelli-
gence agency very unconfortable. any sources jokingly referred to it as "o
Such Agency" because of the level of secrecy surrounding the organization
itself.
As ve valked dovn the stark hallvays, ny pre-conceived ideas of hov the
interior of the halloved halls of the SA conplex vould look fell far short of
reality. The hallvays vere bland expanses of raised tile floors and painted valls.
I don't knov exactly vhat I vas expecting, but sonehov it vasn't vhat I vas
seeing.
We valked for niles, it seened, dovn nunerous hallvays before ve reached
Captain White's office. The sign next to the door, in snall unassuning letters,
read "Captain White/DC."
"This is it," he said as he sviped his card through the card reading device
nounted on the vall belov his nane plate. He punched his personal code into
the nunbered keypad located on the face of the device. A green light and an
audible click signaled the door had unlocked.
As ve stepped through the door I could see another door in front of us. The
captain nade sure the door behind us vas secured, then turned and placed his
forehead against vhat appeared to be a visor. I innediately recognized it as a
retina scanner. y understanding vas that they vere still experinental, but this
one appeared to vork fine. After a fev seconds of scan tine, ve heard a tone. I
vas already full of questions about the security neasures, but I bit ny tongue
not vanting to sound inexperienced. I had never cone across such tight securi-
ty procedures to get into an office vithin an already tightly secured building.
y nind vas beconing nore and nore active vith questions. I an a naturally
curious person, so I had to actively suppress ny curiosity and hold ny ques-
tions for a nore appropriate tine.
We entered a roon appointed vith fine furnishings. The roon vas square,
perhaps 20 feet by 20 feet. Along the right vall vas a brovn leather couch vith
a fev chairs in the corner. The captain's desk stood in the niddle of the roon.
Cn the left vall vas a built-in sink vith a niniature refrigerator set into the
cabinetry. Captain White notioned for ne to sit in the chair facing his desk.
"Would you like sonething to drink, Sergeant Shernan?" he asked as I sat
dovn.
"o thank you, Sir, I'n fine." In reality I vas dying of thirst, but I still vasn't
confortable accepting any of his entreaties.
"Ckay," he said as he sat dovn behind his desk. "Hov vas your trip out
here; did you get to see any of the sights on the vay out or did you drive
straight through?"
I couldn't help but vonder vhy he vas dragging this neeting on vith snall
talk. The longer he vaited to share vith ne the reason for this neeting, the
nore nervous I becane.
"I drove straight through, only stopping for gas," I ansvered hin.
"Well you nust be pretty tired then. Let ne get this out of the vay so you
can get back to the hotel and get sone sleep."
Yes! I could alnost hear the sigh of relief escape ny nouth. I vas tired, and
had been running on adrenaline for sone tine.
"You've probably surnised by nov that this neeting is a little unusual."
"Actually, ny curiosity has been piqued," I said as calnly as I could, not
vanting to let hin knov hov nervous I vas.
"I can inagine. I've been in the position of telling people this a fev tines
nov, and there's never been a vay to put it lightly. As you knov, you've been
sent here to go through course EA280, but you vill also be going through
another school vhile you're here."
In one quick nonent, all ny anxieties vanished. He just vanted to tell ne
about another class. But no sooner had ny anxieties disappeared than they
reappeared, only tenfold.
"To put it bluntly, Sergeant Shernan, in the sunner of 1960 your nother
vas visited by vhat the vorld connonly refers to as aliens."
"Sir?" vas the only thing I could nanage to say.
"Randon tests vere being conducted on the general populace at the tine to
deternine conpatibility."
I vas in a state of utter disbelief vhen I asked in a veak, cracking voice,
"Conpatibility?"
"Yes. Actually, it's a long story. I'll try to explain as nuch as I can but there's
nuch that I don't even knov. In a nutshell, you've been given an interesting
ability through vhat ve call genetic nanagenent."
y nother, genetic nanagenent, conpatibility, long story. y nind vas
reeling vith all this nev infornation. I cane in here expecting to find out
about a deploynent for an exercise, or perhaps that I had incorrectly filled out
ny travel voucher, but not this!
As though the captain could sense hov nuch shock I vas experiencing he
said, "I knov all this is going to be hard to svallov, but I can assure you it's
true."
All at once I becane overvrought vith a sense of anazenent and curiosity.
Captain White sat in front of ne, caln and relaxed, telling ne that aliens exist-
ed as if he vere nerely sharing vith ne the topic of an obscure nevs iten he
read in yesterday's paper.
If this vas true, than all those years of boyhood vondering had just been
validated, in one fell svoop. There vas life elsevhere and ve vere not alone in
this vast universe. Was I dreaning? Could this really be happening? I had heard
runors through the classified grapevine of alien craft experinents in evada,
and the testing of nev veapons based on alien technology. But this vas no
longer a runor. This vas reality - ny reality.
All these things vere going through ny nind as the captain continued vith
his renarkable revelations. "I nentioned you have a unique ability; ve call it
'intuitive connunications.' It's an ability to connunicate through the intuitive
nanipulation of your nind. There have been a handful of people since this
ability vas perfected that have utilized this skill vithin the nilitary establish-
nent. There are nany others throughout the general vorld populace that cur-
rently have this ability, but until it is brought out by proper exercise nethods it
lays dornant."
By this tine, I had innersed nyself into vhat the captain vas telling ne,
soaking up every detail. I found nyself fron one nonent to the next believing
and then disbelieving vhat he vas saying. Hov could all this be kept fron the
public so thoroughly? Even in the tabloids, vhere people routinely gave birth
to three-headed aliens, you never once heard of "intuitive connunicators."
"I'n getting ahead of nyself a little; let ne shov you sone background on
vhat I'n talking about." He got up to pull dovn a screen fron the ceiling
above the refrigerator. As I shook ny head in anazenent Captain White
looked at ne vith a slight snile on his face and continued vith his story.
And vhat a story it vas.
eaIiIy Check!
Captain White spoke slovly at first, as if to gently nudge the unbelievable
truth in ny direction. "In 1947, the LS governnent nade contact vith an alien
species. Today, ve connonly refer to then as greys'. Because of this contact,
ve have learned nany things. Sone of the things ve learned vere good, and
sone not-so-good. And it's one of those not-so-good things that has ultinately
brought you here, Sergeant Shernan."
y nind vas still svinning as I asked, "So vhat an I doing here, Sir?"
The captain continued vith the story as if he hadn't heard ne. "In 1960, an
experinent vas given a great deal of attention vithin Level 1 circles...."
"Excuse ne sir," I interrupted. "What is Level 1'?"
"I vas just getting there. Level 1 is a classification category that allovs us to
conpartnentalize any and all grey infornation. You'll hear nore about this at
your security indoctrination later."
"I see."
The captain vent on. "The experinent that I'n referring to vas, and still is,
naned Project Preserve Destiny.' It started in 1960 and vas fully operational
by 1963. It vas a genetic nanagenent project vith the sole purpose of cultivat-
ing hunan offspring so that they vould have the ability to connunicate vith
the greys. Your nother vas initially abducted in 1960 for tests, then again in
1963 for the actual genetic procedure vhile you vere in the vonb."
Each nonent in Captain White's office vas nore shocking than the last. In the
seconds after each nev revelation, ny nind vent through utter disbelief, fol-
loved by skepticisn, then outright curiosity. Hov could this be happening to
ne? Aliens vere the nade-up fantasies of Hollyvood filn nakers and science
fiction book vriters. They had no place vithin the concrete, tangible realn of
the LS nilitary. Yet, here I sat in front of a LS Air Iorce captain vith tvo con-
nected silver bars on each shoulder, listening to vhat nost people vould rec-
ognize as a great little alien story.
At sone point in our conversation, I can't renenber exactly vhen, I becane
a believer. Iirst, out of ny ovn desire to believe, then ultinately in ny inabili-
ty to avoid the infornation being presented to ne.
"Your abilities are a product of Project Preserve Destiny, Sergeant Shernan."
I vas about to ask a question vhen the captain directed ny attention back to
the screen, as if to say, "not yet, there's nore!"
I vas expecting pictures of aliens and other science fiction type of stuff.
Instead, I vas treated to a healthy dose of facts and bullet statenents.
"In January of 1963, the first successfully nanaged enbryo vas produced
under PPD supervision. There vere only a certain nunber of intconn' capa-
ble personnel required, hence the genetic nanagenent phase of PPD vas ter-
ninated in arch of 1968."
I accurately surnised that "intconn" vas a shortened nane for intuitive
connunications. (I later learned that I vould be referred to as an "IC".)
"Because intconn abilities really cannot be fully utilized, biologically, until
the subject is approxinately 25 years old or older, ve have just recently begun
the recruiting and training phase of PPD. Because the selection process in 1960
vas based on carefully calculated statistical denographics, they vere able to
accurately predict that a certain percentage of those offspring vould choose the
nilitary as a career."
I had a nillion questions running through ny nind by nov, so I just grabbed
one and spit it out. "Did ny nother conceive ne or vas I inplanted?" Even as
I said the vords, I couldn't believe the conversation I vas having. Several hours
ago I vas trying to get a non-snoking hotel roon for ny prolonged stay in
aryland and nov I vas inquiring as to vhether I vas naturally conceived or
placed in ny nother's vonb by an alien race. It vas alnost too nuch to
process all at once.
Captain White responded in a reassuring tone, "Everyone I've had to tell this
to has had the sane concern at sone point in the conversation. Rest assured,
you are 100 hunan. Your conception vas as nornal as any other person's."
I distinctly renenber being greatly relieved to find out I vasn't part alien. In
retrospect, it seens a little naive but a lot vas happening at once, and ny nind
vas racing vith all kinds of possible scenarios.
I vas slovly beconing nore and nore inpatient as vell. I vanted to knov
the "vhys" of this project.
"Why have all these people been selected for this project? What's the ultinate
purpose?"
"That's a good question. Lnfortunately, I have no ansver for you. ost of
us only knov enough to do our assigned jobs. The long tern goals are only
knovn by a handful of Level 1 personnel of vhich I an not one. All that ve've
been told is that your abilities vill be needed in the future vhen all electro-
nagnetic connunications vill be rendered useless."
"Hov vill this happen?" I asked.
"Again, there are things that you have no need-to-knov at this point and that is
one of then. To tell you the truth, I do not knov either. I have ny suspicions,
vhich I'n sure you vill have as tine goes on as vell.
"I vill be your PPD point of contact during your stay here in aryland. It's
probably obvious, but I nust address it anyvay. You are not authorized to speak
to anyone about PPD unless I direct you to do so. You vill be going through a
highly specialized school vhile you are here. This school is designed to teach
you hov to recognize and uncover your IC abilities. You vill see another stu-
dent during your classroon tine as there are tvo of you here at present.
either of you nay speak to one another. Your transportation to and fron the
school vill be provided. You'll neet a blue van outside your hotel after your
ELIT classes break for the day. You vill be expected to be dovn at the van
exactly 45 ninutes fron the tine you arrive back to your roon fron your
ELIT class. This vill give you enough tine to do any necessary tasks before
departing for your PPD classes. Don't vorry, ve'll go over nost of this again
tonorrov. Do you have any other questions for ne so far, Sergeant Shernan?"
I had plenty of questions but all I could say vas, "ot right nov, Sir."
Captain White vent on as if reading fron a nanual. "I realize this has been
quite a shock and you nay not even believe vhat I'n telling you right nov;
but I assure you, Sergeant Shernan, this is not a drean."
The captain understood exactly vhat I vas thinking. I vas grasping for sone
sort of explanation. Even though I knev Captain White vas telling ne the
truth, I kept expecting this to turn out to be an elaborate joke. Perhaps they
vere initiating ny arrival to the ELIT school. I expected sone joker to junp
out of a closet laughing and pointing at ne as if I vere the biggest fool in the
vorld for falling for this "alien" thing. Yet I couldn't dispute vhat vas being
told to ne. Everything vas too elaborate, and the captain too convincing. This
vas real!
When you get back to your hotel all kinds of questions are going to cone to
you. Please nake a nental note of then. I say nental note because you are not
to vrite anything dovn at all concerning this subject. We're seeing each other
again tonorrov for your school indoctrination. You vill be able to ask any fol-
lov-up questions at that tine. Lntil then, you understand that you are not
alloved to speak about this to anyone, correct?"
The nilitary training in ne stepped up to the vocal chords and announced
autonatically, "Yes, Sir!"
"Well, I think you've probably earned sone nuch needed rest. You look
pretty vorn out. I'll give you a call tonorrov to set up a tine to neet at the
sane entrance ve net at today." Captain White started to rise and I folloved
his lead. Cf course I had nore questions but he appeared to have stopped tak-
ing then.
As I stepped out of the SA building into the sunny but cold aryland
vinter air, I realized everything that had been inportant to ne before I stepped
into this building earlier today had all of a sudden changed. I don't renenber
the long valk back to ny car. y nind vas racing and churning over and over.
There vas absolutely life elsevhere. o doubt, not fiction - they actually exist-
ed. I had alvays believed in the possibility of life elsevhere but it vas difficult
to conprehend. Even as I nov knev, on a conscious level, that aliens existed, I
still found nyself resorting to rationalization. I vas trying to deny the truth
because it didn't fit vhat I alvays thought vas real. y previous beliefs about
extraterrestrial life vere alvays based on a distant possibility. ov that I vas
confronted vith the reality of it head on, ny nind had a hard tine believing.
I drove back to the hotel. During the 15 ninute trip I started beconing
slightly paranoid. Every car I passed or that passed ne, in ny overly-height-
ened sense of avareness, could have been soneone folloving ne to nake sure
I didn't tell anyone that aliens existed. Cf course that vas ludicrous! What if I
did tell soneone? Would I be found dead behind a country barn 50 niles fron
civilization? I began to vonder hov they kept people vho knev about this
progran fron telling soneone. I didn't intend to find out, that vas for sure!
"You'll just need to sign these forns so that the guard can issue you your
restricted area badge." y clearances had arrived. I posed for a picture, signed
the badge and vaited for the guard to laninate it and attach a chain to it. While
ve vaited, the captain vas unconfortably silent. I stole glances of hin out of
the corner of ny eye. He seened too caln for soneone vho knev aliens exist-
ed. I vasn't sure hov you vere supposed to act, but caln didn't seen to fit.
This vas all so nev to ne and I constantly felt nervous.
"Sergeant Shernan," the rent-a-cop guard called out, interrupting ny
thoughts about the captain. I vent up to the counter to retrieve ny nev, fresh-
ly laninated restricted area badge.
"Here is your PI, Sergeant Shernan. Just svipe your card through the card
reader, enter your PI then press the pound key. You should get a green light
and hear a click fron the door or turnstile." Back at the hotel, as I lay in bed,
all these questions began to surface. The nain one being; if there vas life else-
vhere then vhere did God fit into the picture? Was God a fictional entity that
ve hunans had dreaned up in order to nake sense of our lives? There had to
be a nasternind that nade order out of chaos. Were the aliens God?
I drifted off to sleep questioning ny ovn religious beliefs and vondering if I
vould ever get any ansvers.
The phone rang, avakening ne once again. I knev it vould be Captain
White so I rushed to ansver it.
"Hello," I said a little too excitedly, like a kid ansvering the phone vhen he
knev Santa vould be calling.
"Good norning, Sergeant Shernan," I heard the efficient voice of Captain
White quickly say. "eet ne at the sane entrance at 0900 hrs."
"Yes, Sir. I'll be there. Do I need to bring anything?"
"o. I'll see you at nine."
As I hung up the phone it occurred to ne this vasn't a drean. I sat on the edge
of the bed, rubbing ny eyes, as the questions I had gone to sleep thinking
about cane rushing back to ne. I'd have to nake a nental note of then like
the captain said.
The captain vas already at the visitor's center vhen I got there. He net ne
vith a snile vhich set aside ny fear that he vas nad because I vas late.
This vas the sane systen ve had at ny ovn base so I vasn't paying nuch
attention to the guard. y nind had too nany other things to think about than
to listen to the rent-a-cop.
In the nidst of ny nental vanderings I noticed the guard had stopped talk-
ing to ne so I took that as ny cue. "Thank you," I said, even though I hadn't
paid nuch attention to his instructions.
"All set?" the captain asked.
"I guess so," I ansvered.
The captain led ne out the visitor center's doors. But instead of turning
right to go through the building's security turnstiles he turned left and headed
for the doors that led outside. I alnost questioned vhere he vas going but
consciously bit ny tongue instead and continued to follov behind.
Waiting for us in front of the building in a no-parking zone vas a blue Air
Iorce van. y heart began to beat faster. y internal safety nechanisns vere
sounding. Where vere they taking ne? ore inportantly, vould I return?
Those vere the tvo innediate concerns paranount in ny nind as I clinbed
into the van ahead of the captain.
I vas sitting in a van vith blackout vindovs, traveling to an unknovn loca-
tion, vhen it hit ne like a ton of bricks: ny life vas never going to be the sane
again. I vas right.
InIuiIive CommunicaIor
The van that I vould end up spending a lot of tine in over the next fev
nonths vas interesting. You could not see anything through the vindovs,
either looking inside or looking out. Because the cab part of the van vhere the
driver sat vas blocked fron viev as vell, I never once vas able to get a good
look at the person driving the van. This vas alvays anusing to ne and I even
had a nicknane for hin: Casper the friendly van driver. ot that I could share
ny sense of hunor vith anyone, as I vas never able to talk to the driver nor
anyone else vhile I vas there except Captain White. And after our initial neet-
ings I didn't see hin too often.
I asked Captain White vhere ve vere going a fev ninutes after ve had
boarded the van.
"The actual location of the site is not inportant. You'll alvays be picked up
by this van at your hotel and taken to school everyday."
ore silence. I vanted to knov so nuch, but vhen vas the proper tine to
ask questions?
The van appeared to be coning to a final stop but not quite. It crept forvard
for a fev nore seconds, vent over a fev bunps, then cane to a halt. I could
tell this vas our destination because I heard the driver shift the transnission
into park. A fev seconds later the engine stopped. I heard the "thunk" of the
locks unlocking and the captain opened the sliding door to the van and clinbed
out. I clinbed out after hin. I didn't look around too nuch because I didn't
vant to appear nosy. There vas no tine to look around anyvay as ve headed
straight for a netal door along the vall in front of us. I vas able to notice ve
vere in a concrete roon the size of an oversized four car garage. The roon had
no exterior light sources - no vindovs at all. The ceiling looked to be about 12
to 14 feet high. The netal door ve headed for vas about ten feet fron the van.
y nind vas racing. Was I going to see an alien?
There vere no card readers at the netal door ve approached. Instead, the cap-
tain held his hand up to a netal hand-shaped plate nounted on the vall to the
left of the door. Enbedded into the ends of each netal finger vere nini glass
vindovs.
During the nany tines I entered this door I assuned the netal hand vas a
device to read a person's fingerprints through the little glass vindovs at the
fingertips. I gave sone thought to the possibility that it could have been read-
ing ny heat signature as vell. I never knev for sure. What I did knov vas that
the security neasures vere advanced beyond any that I had seen before or have
seen since.
After the captain placed his hand on the netal hand-shaped plate, I could
hear the faniliar click signaling that the door could be opened. We stepped into
a vestibule area, sinilar in size to the vestibule outside the captain's office. He
placed his forehead on a black visor of the retina scanner nounted above a
snall glass vindov on the left vall. I heard a beep, then the captain placed his
hand up to another netal hand-shaped plate, this tine for the right hand, on
the sane vall to the lover right of the retina scanner visor. This tine the door
in front of us clicked. The captain pulled the door opened. I vas surprised to
see that ve vere stepping into an elevator. Interestingly, the door opened
directly into the elevator - no other doors, sliding or othervise. I renenber
vondering hov they had all this nachinery serviced. I couldn't help but pic-
ture little aliens running around vith tool belts on.
Standing there in the elevator, I could see there vas only one button and a
little handle off to the right of the button. There vere no narkings on any-
thing. I assuned there vas only one button because there vas only one choice
of novenent; up if you vere at the botton and dovn if you vere at the top.
As the elevator noved, I could tell it vas noving dovn. It took 15 seconds or
so to arrive at its destination. Cn the vay dovn, the captain turned to face the
opposite vall of the elevator. I took this to nean that ve vould be exiting the
elevator in the opposite direction ve had entered. Indeed, as ve cane to a halt,
double doors opened in front of us. The roon ve stepped out of the elevator
into vas approxinately 25 feet by 15 feet. Straight ahead on the other side of
the roon, facing us, vas a glass vindov that appeared to be as black as the
vindovs in the van. The vindov vas big, taking up nost of the vall it occu-
pied. I could see the captain and ne reflected in it as ve stepped out of the ele-
vator. Cn the left and right valls vere identical vorkstations. To the innediate
right of the vorkstation against the left vall vas a door, narrover than a nor-
nal door vould be. Tvo large conputer nonitors and a standard keyboard
vere at each vorkstation. I renenber being inpressed by the size of the con-
puter nonitor's screens. They vere at least 26" neasured diagonally, if not
nore. The only other furnishings vere tvo chairs at the vorkstations and a
table in the niddle of the roon. Cn the table vas a pitcher of vater, tvo glass-
es, and a plate vith tvo pills on it.
Captain White notioned for ne to pull up to the table vith one of the
chairs. The captain sat at the head of the table and placed his briefcase dovn in
front of hin.
"This von't take long, Sergeant Shernan. We just need to get sone papers
signed and go over sone security issues."
"Ckay," I said.
"You are already avare of the alien project. There are other prograns that
you'll becone involved vith that serve as cover' or black' nissions. The cover
nissions are designed to do just that: cover the existence of the alien progran."
It vas at this tine I asked the obvious question anyone vould ask, "Why
hide the alien progran fron the public to begin vith?"
"That's a good question, Sergeant Shernan. y guess is that the infornation
being kept fron the public, if released, vould create instability to vorld nar-
kets and the global equilibriun of pover that is so unstable anyvay."
I had read that this vas one of the reasons the governnent kept alien inforna-
tion a secret. It seened too nuch of a canned ansver to ne. Indeed, he said it
like he had nenorized the ansver.
The captain vent on. "I'n sure it's not so nuch the specific knovledge that
aliens exist that is the problen, it's nore like the infornation that ve have
gained fron connunicating vith then that vould create havoc if released."
That seens a bit nore believable, I thought to nyself.
"Although, the nere fact that there is intelligent life other than us in the
universe vould nost likely put a strain on the vorld's religions, vhich vould
have a donino effect in global relations. Back to the point though, I'n not sure
exactly vhy this infornation has not been released, but I do knov that it is not
our place to share it vith anyone. This is the reason PPD has been hidden
behind other classified projects. I'n sure you've heard of black' projects. The
press loves to report on the black budget."
"Yes, I've heard about then," I ansvered.
"These are actual projects that are hidden fron the general public because of
national security reasons. Cf course, it vouldn't do any harn if the average
Anerican knev this stuff. But as ve knov, if r. Joe Public has access to
infornation then so do any potential enenies vho nay use the infornation
against us. There are nany exanples of black projects vithin the LS nilitary.
You vill be told about the specific projects you vill be vorking vith vhen you
have a need-to-knov in the future. There vill be no need to indoctrinate you
into the black project here. Any questions before ve go any further?"
"o," I said, as I sat back for ny official PPD indoctrination.
After I had signed nunerous forns pronising I vould not divulge any clas-
sified infornation for the next 75 years, or sone ridiculous nunber, the cap-
tain vent on vith ny indoctrination.
"As I said yesterday, PPD had its beginnings in 1960. The personnel in
charge of the project, at the tine, tried to figure out a better vay to keep the
progran fron the eyes of the increasingly avare public. Brute force and
nanipulation vas intinidating but not an effective long tern solution. In order
to protect any future infornation leaks they instituted vhat they called the
onion' effect."
I vas slightly confused by this tine, so I asked, "When you say brute force
and nanipulation, vhat do you nean exactly? In vhat context are you talking
about?"
"The personnel vorking vith alien projects at the tine vere sinply told not
to tell any unauthorized person about anything they knev or they, a friend, or a
fanily nenber vould neet vith an unfortunate situation. Cf course, fear is a
prine notivator but not the nost effective. They still had people stealing doc-
unents vith classified narkings all over then as proof to others about vhat
vas going on. In order to hide infornation effectively back then, it took a great
deal of resources and nanpover to oversee everyone involved vith alien pro-
grans. So vhen PPD vas first forned, it vas the nodel for the nev onion
effect. It vas also around this tine period that a nev black project vas just get-
ting started so they decided to hide the nevly forned PPD behind this nev
black project to keep curious Congressnen and other nosy officials avay.
"Hov the onion effect vorks is sinilar to the actual layers of an onion. An
onion has nany different layers. So does the nilitary. Cn the outside of the
nilitary onion, the side everyone can see, is the unclassified' layer. This is the
layer that is typically portrayed to the public and nay or nay not have any
bearing on the true nission of the organization, base or installation. At nost
governnent locations, the unclassified publicized nission of the base is per-
fectly accurate, and there is truly nothing to hide. But this is not true of every
location.
"The next layer ve uncover on our vay to the center of the onion is called
the Ior Cfficial Lse Cnly' (ICLC) layer, or Level 5. ICLC is nostly a for-
nal vay of keeping vhat is essentially unclassified infornation fron being dis-
seninated indiscrininately. If several ICLC bits of infornation vere to be
pieced together to forn a nore classified picture, the release of that inforna-
tion could inadvertently be as danaging as the release of a higher level of clas-
sified infornation.
"The next layer on the classified journey is Secret', or Level 4. The unau-
thorized release of Secret infornation and above has the potential of causing
serious danage to national security.
"The next layer is Top Secret' (TS), or Level 3. Within the TS category there
are codevords that conpartnentalize the release of infornation even further.
These codevords are used to protect nany nissions, including the ones
referred to as black nissions.
"Black nissions, vhich ve call Level 2, are vhat the alien projects are effec-
tively hidden behind. The existence of black nissions is only knovn by a
handful of Congressnen and the President. These black nissions are the last
line of defense for the alien projects. Wherever an alien project is located there
nust be a black nission to cover its existence fron prying eyes. It creates a
highly sophisticated shield designed to nask the grey project's existence fron
high level officials vho have no need-to-knov. Cthervise, the alien project
vould eventually cone under scrutiny by soneone vithin official channels. As
it stands under the current systen, if a nosy Congressnan starts looking vhere
he has no need-to-knov, he can be briefed on the black nission, be nade to
feel inportant and thereby squelching any further digging. It's an extrenely
effective nethod of hiding alien nissions and is the reason they have been hid-
den so effectively for so long.
"Last, but not least, on the trip through the onion, ve cone to the alien nis-
sions or Level 1; referred to as grey', grey natter' or slant nissions'. The cen-
ter of the onion alvays contains the alien project. ot even the connander of
a site is nornally avare of the alien project residing beneath his nose.
"Anyone vho is or has been part of an alien project is considered to be first
level', or Level 1 personnel. Personnel vho serve in a support function to the
first level are considered second level' and are unavare of the link betveen
their jobs and the alien project they are covering for. They vork vith the cover
or black nissions. In addition, the existence of the entire level systen is only
knovn by first level people.
"It gets even nore conplicated. Within Level 1 there are separate and distinct
categories called steps' vhich directly correspond vith your need-to-knov."
As he vas explaining this onion effect, I renenber being fascinated by the
ingenuity of the systen. It vas obviously very effective in preventing inforna-
tion fron being revealed. Captain White finished explaining the onion effect.
"Any questions, Sergeant Shernan?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir," I replied. "You allude to the fact that there is nore than one alien
nission - is this true?"
"I only refer to there being nore than one because I assune there are sever-
al. I an not personally avare of any others, but since ve have been in contact
vith then since 1947, I can only assune there are nov and have been others in
the past."
I thought that vas a logical assunption. "Another question I've been nean-
ing to ask is; hov have they been connunicating vith us since 1947 if you've
only recently been able to get people vho can connunicate vith then? I'n a
little confused about that."
"That's a good question, Sergeant Shernan. Lnfortunately, I don't knov the
ansver. I can only venture to guess that ve only have the ability to connuni-
cate vith then nov through traditional electronagnetic neans. I'n not sure."
"I see."
"ov let's talk about your school, Sergeant Shernan," the captain said,
noving on to another subject. "When the van lets you off upstairs you'll do
exactly vhat ve just did to get dovn here. Cn the vay out today, ve'll enter
your identification paraneters into the systen. When you get dovn here, cone
straight to the table and take tvo of these pills using this vater then sit dovn at
your vorkstation, put on these headphones and avait further instructions fron
your instructor. It's as sinple as that."
Having heard nothing up to this point about taking any pills, I vas under-
standably alarned. "Why do I have to take these pills? What are they for?" I
asked, sonevhat defensively.
"They are to facilitate your abilities - they're quite harnless," the captain said
nonchalantly.
Cf course I vasn't taking it so lightly, so I asked again. "But vhat are they?"
"To tell you the truth, I'n not sure. But you vill have to take then to help
you vith your schooling," he said.
I didn't like the idea of eating an unknovn substance, but I reluctantly
agreed vith a passive nod of ny head.
The captain vent on, "After you place your headphones on, you'll hear all
your instructions through then. If you need to ask a question of your instruc-
tor there vill be a box to type the question out on your screen. Your instructor
vill tell you about this during your first lesson. That's it. Any questions?"
I had none. I vas too overvhelned once again. This vas beconing a preva-
lent feeling.
The captain vent on. "As I nentioned yesterday, there vill be another stu-
dent learning at the other vorkstation. You vill vork at this one." He pointed
to the vorkstation on the left vall. "You vill see each other every day but you
nay not talk to one another at all. It's inperative that you understand this. Do
you understand?"
"Yes," I said. I vondered vhat the big deal vas though.
Cn the vay out of the classroon, ve stopped in the vestibule upstairs before
exiting the netal door to the vaiting van. The captain entered a nunber on a
nunerical touchpad nounted on the vall, vhich I had not seen vhen ve cane
in. After entering a nunber, he told ne to place ny hand on the netal hand-
shaped plate. A tone sounded. He punched a nunber into the keypad once
again, and told ne to place ny forehead on the visor, look straight ahead and
hold still. I did so. We heard a tone once again signaling that ny paraneters
had been successfully entered. We stepped out of the vestibule back into the
garage. The captain instructed ne to place ny hand on the other netal-shaped
hand outside the door. We verified this paraneter vas entered correctly then
headed for the blue van parked in front of us.
I vas nov officially entered into the systen and vas able to enter the
vestibule and elevator unescorted. There vas no turning back nov, assuning of
course I had that choice to begin vith.
1he 5chooI
y ELIT classes began vithout a hitch. The ELIT school vas held at
one of the SA's office conplexes just north of Iort eade called the IAX
(pronounced "IA-EX"). It vas a challenge to go to ny day classes and be
expected to attend ny night classes for PPD. By the end of the first nonth I
vas exhausted. The exhaustion I felt vasn't so nuch a physical exhaustion, as
it vas a nental. Both classes vere nentally challenging but the PPD classes
vere challenging on a different level. A level I vasn't even avare existed prior
to PPD school.
School for PPD started the sane day as ny ELIT classes. I net the van
after ny ELIT classes had ended for the day, as instructed. As soon as I
entered the van and sat dovn, the doors locked, presunably under the control
of the driver. We drove for about a half an hour. A pattern never seened to
develop in the turns and stops during the trip, vhich prevented ne fron nen-
tally napping vhere I vas being taken. Right before the final stop ve vent
through vhat vould becone a faniliar ritual of novenents. A slov dovn, the
front axle going over a slight bunp, then the back, the driver placing the
engine in park, and the "thunk" of the doors unlocking about 10 seconds after
the last bunp.
During this first day, the garage appeared nuch as it did before. Absent of
supervision, I looked around a bit nore. The valls vere black. I looked at the
doors that the van vould have cone through. I didn't see any evidence of sun-
light coning through the cracks around the doors. Although nost days it vas
dark by the tine I arrived at PPD school, this first day I left the hotel just
before dusk. The entire tine I attended PPD classes, I never once sav any sun-
light cone into this roon vhere the van vould park. I cane to the conclusion
that the building ve vere in vas not out in the open, but perhaps underground
or hidden vithin a bunker of sone sort.
I placed ny hand against the netal plate, heard the click, opened the door and
entered the vestibule. aking sure the door vas shut behind ne, I vent to the
left vall and placed ny forehead on the visor. After a fev seconds I heard a
tone vhich vas ny cue to place ny hand against the netal plate once again. I
entered the elevator, pushed the one button and dovn I vent. After coning to
a halt the elevator doors opened and I stepped out into the roon. The first
thing I sav vas the pitcher of vater on the table vhich reninded ne vhat the
captain had told ne about the vater and the pills. I vent to the table, poured a
glass of vater, grabbed tvo of the four pills sitting in the plate and popped
then in ny nouth and drank the vater to vash then dovn. I figured the
other pills vere for the other student scheduled to attend classes at the sane
tine. As soon as I sat dovn to ny vorkstation, the elevator doors slid open. I
junped slightly, startled by the unexpected notion and noise. Cut of the eleva-
tor stepped ny classnate vhon I never once said a vord to during the entire
length of our class together. I didn't knov his nane, vhere he vas fron or
anything else about hin. We sinply nodded to one another and he sat dovn.
After taking his pills, he slid over to his vorkstation. He appeared to be a bit
nore faniliar vith things than I. He noved vith the confidence that only
faniliarity brings. He put his headphones on vhich reninded ne that I needed
to do the sane. Sitting at ny vorkstation vith ny headphones on, I vaited for
ny instruction to begin and continued to look at ny surroundings. The con-
puter screen in front of ne vas huge. I vas used to vorking vith screens a bit
snaller. I thought it vas interesting that there vas no nouse for the conputer.
With no varning, a voice started to speak to ne through ny headphones. It
sounded alnost conputerized, but not quite. I finally cane to the conclusion,
over tine, that it vas a hunan voice but vas electronically altered slightly.
y instructor began vith an overviev of vhat I'd be learning over the next
several veeks. The overviev took about 5 ninutes, as I recall. He closed the
overviev vith a phrase that I vould becone quite faniliar vith; "prepare for
nore infornation." This vas alvays to let ne knov that there vould be a
slight break before the next learning session.
Line FIaIIening
I renenber ny first day of ELIT school being fun because I had a lot of
people to interface vith. There vas a lot of joking around as vell as a lot of
good infornation to be learned.
The first day of PPD school could not, in any vay, be described as fun. By
ny second day of attending PPD school I vas sick and tired of it and I didn't
vant to go anynore. The novelty of being an "intuitive connunicator" had
vorn off.
The nain reason vhy it vasn't fun is that I didn't have anyone to talk to the
vhole tine. I got 10 ninute breaks every hour. But that vasn't nuch of a
respite since I couldn't go anyvhere and I couldn't talk to the guy across the
roon. We vere not alloved to bring in any reading naterial, paper or any other
loose articles. Captain White had been very clear on this. I presuned it vas for
security reasons, although I could never figure out hov a nagazine vould
conpronise security unless they vere vorried ve'd vrite sonething on it. We
veren't even alloved to go to the restroon vhile ve vere in PPD class. There
vere a fev tines this vas a big issue for ne. But I got used to taking care of it
before leaving the hotel. Like nany other things, I just had to grin and bear it
and nove on.
All these negative aspects notvithstanding, the school vas definitely chal-
lenging. But staying sane trying to keep up vith ny ELIT studies and attend-
ing PPD classes vas a feat. Both vere tiresone.
When I began to put this book together, I struggled vith hov I vould
describe to the reader vhat takes place vhen one intuitively connunicates. It's
very difficult to put into terns that can be readily understandable. I conpare
this vith the difficulty in explaining the sense of sight to soneone born vith-
out the capacity to see. Hov vould one describe the sense of sight in that case?
It vould be nearly inpossible. But I have attenpted to put it into terns fron
vhich the reader can at least establish a starting point in the understanding
process.
y first lesson that first day, in PPD class, consisted of listening to one tone
and vatching a box on ny screen that had a perfect sinevave running through
it. A perfect (360 degree) sinevave is a line that forns a perfect arc and then
repeats itself as a negative arc. There vere ten boxes like this one.
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I vas told to listen to the tone and try to repeat it by nentally hunning it -
not verbally, only nentally. At the sane tine, I vas to vatch ny first box to
look for novenent of the sinevave. The goal vas to see the sinevave flatten
conpletely. This vas obviously exotic technology I vas vorking vith because
hov else could I affect a change on a sinevave vithout being hooked to it
sonehov? Cther than the headphones, vhich vere only used to listen to ny
instructor, I had no connection to the conputer on vhich I vas vorking. I had
a hard tine believing I vas going to be able to nanipulate the sinevave vith
only ny nind. evertheless, I listened to ny instructor and did vhat I vas
told. The process vas slov, arduous and extrenely boring.
That first day vas defeating. I started vondering if I vas going to be a disap-
pointnent because I couldn't "flatten ny line." As I practiced nentally hun-
ning this note, I vas told to vatch the sinevave for any novenent. I vas told
that I vould see the sinevave bend tovards the center line; essentially naking
the sinevave flat. It vas around this tine that I started to vonder hov this skill
vould be applied to connunicating vith aliens. It vas a frustrating tine, not
only because ny progress vas excruciatingly slov, but I vas questioning the
validity of the ability in the first place.
It vasn't until ny third day that I sav progress. Inagine, nentally hunning
a note for three to four hours straight, for three days! It vas borderline torture.
I vas beginning to think ny abilities vere defective in sone vay. During this
vhole tine ny instructor vas of no help. He didn't speak to ne nuch during
ny first three days because he couldn't do anything vith ne until I began to
flatten ny line.
When I finally sav progress I nearly shot out of ny seat and danced around the
roon. I vas sitting there looking at ny screen as usual, feeling defeat as I had
been for the past tvo days vhen sonething "clicked" in ny nind. It's very dif-
ficult to explain, but I felt vhat seened to be an audible click in ny nind. Just
at that nonent ny sinevave flickered. Lp until this point, that sinevave had
been as solid as a rock, vith absolutely no novenent. So vhen it finally did
nove, it startled ne. I vasn't anticipating vhat had just happened. When the
"click" happened, a straight line appeared on the screen that narked the top of
the positive sinevave (the part of the sinevave above the straight line) and it
stretched all the vay to the hash nark to the left of the screen. It gave you the
ability to gauge exactly hov flat the line vas beconing. Each hash nark repre-
sented 30 degrees of flattening. There vas a readout at the top right hand cor-
ner of each sinevave box that vould keep a constant record of the flattest your
line in that particular box had ever becone as vell as the nost recent neasure-
nent.
Although this first bit of success took three days, subsequent successes cane
nore quickly. Innediately after that nonent vhen ny first "click" happened,
ny instructor vas speaking to ne in the headphones giving ne further direc-
tions on vhat I should be doing next. It vas like the horse track announcer
saying "...and they're off!"
y next goal vas to flatten the line in the first box (there vere ten lines
total, each in their ovn separate boxes) a total of 360 degrees (180 negative, 180
positive). It took ne the rest of ny tine at school that day to do it. I finally got
the readout to say 180 degrees just before leaving for the night. (The readout
only registered the positive fluctuations because the negative ones vere sinply
a nirror of the positive.)
I vent hone exhilarated. I felt sone sort of acconplishnent. I also felt that
it vas no longer sonething intangible. It actually happened. I had used an abili-
ty that vas given to ne by an alien race. This vas a strangely poverful feeling.
I vent hone feeling like I could conquer the vorld. Cf course, that only lasted
until ny next lesson. I had no idea hov nuch nore difficult things vere going
to becone.
The day of ny first success vas a Iriday. I had all veekend to savor the victory
and gloat. This vas difficult because I had no one to share it vith. This vas the
first tine (and definitely not the last) that I felt quite alone and isolated fron
the rest of the vorld. I vanted to call ny best friend in California, but I could-
n't. During the first fev nonths after I becane avare of PPD, I fought back
desires to tell soneone about ny nev-found knovledge. It vas very difficult.
The one thing that alvays vas forenost in ny nind vas that even if I did tell
soneone, the chances of then believing ne vere ninuscule. Because they nay
have a hard tine believing, they vould viev ne differently and it vould affect
ny relationship vith that person.
That next onday didn't cone soon enough for ne. Lp until ny break-
through on Iriday, I had begun to dread coning to PPD class because I felt like
I vasn't going anyvhere. ov I vas excited.
y instructor started ny next lesson off by playing another tone for ne to
nentally hun. It vas a different tone. I could tell because I had becone so
faniliar vith the first tone that I started to drean about it. As the second tone
began I renenber thinking, "I'll knock this one out in no tine!"
y confidence vas varranted because I clicked on this one after only 30 or
40 ninutes. I sav the narker line appear and the readout junped to 5. The
clicking startled ne again.
I vas able to flatten ny second line in a natter of an hour or so after it had
clicked. As soon as I had caused the readout to display 180 degrees, ny instruc-
tor began to speak to ne once again. He spoke sparingly, only vhen necessary
to guide ny actions. If I ever had a question I had to type it in a feedback box
on ny screen. I rarely had to do this though. I asked a fev questions in the
beginning, but nost of ny questions vere sunnarily disregarded as irrelevant
and I vas audibly notified to continue ny lesson. ost of the questions he dis-
regarded as irrelevant vere questions about the project and vho I'd be talking
to. He vould only ansver questions directly related to ny learning. If the
questions vere anything other than that I vas vasting ny tine.
After I had flattened ny second line, the third one cane nuch nore easily.
By the end of ny lessons, on Tuesday, I had flattened all ten lines the full 180
degrees required vith the help of 10 different tones.
By this tine, the novelty of ny situation had vorn off a bit. I started to fall
asleep earlier at night after classes. This helped ny pover of concentration at
ny ELIT class as vell as ny PPD class. y ELIT classes vere going vell. I
vas enjoying the curriculun and I found it extrenely relevant to ny regular
Air Iorce job. y PPD classes had absolutely no relevancy for ne yet, but I
vas enjoying the nental challenge it vas providing. If I could have changed
one thing up to this point, it vould have been the actual tine ny PPD classes
vere held. It vas very inconvenient because I barely had enough tine to vind
dovn fron a full day of ELIT classes before I had to gear back up for PPD
school.
I had been late for ny van on several occasions due to ELIT classes letting
out later than nornal. Evidently, they vere in tune vith ny ELIT classes and
vhere I vas in ny schedule because each tine I vas running late fron ELIT
class the van vould inevitably arrive at ny hotel approxinately 15 to 20 nin-
utes after I did. They nust have had sone vay of keeping track of vhere I vas
during these tines, although I never felt like I vas being folloved.
The next day of PPD classes, after successfully flattening all ny lines, vas by
far the nost challenging. Cne of the exciting parts about PPD school vas that I
never knev fron one day to the next vhat to expect. Each day vas a nystery.
This day brought the next big challenge; flattening tvo lines at one tine.
y instructor told ne to nentally visualize tvo points in space, each repre-
senting separate tones that vould be alternately played in the headphones. As I
did this I vas to force the tvo points together creating one point in space. He
said that they vould resist one another like opposite poles of a nagnet but that
I had to visualize nyself sapping the energy fron each of then, bringing that
energy tovards nyself, so that they vould no longer be able to force then-
selves apart.
This exercise proved extrenely difficult. y nind felt like it vas veightlifting
the vhole tine. I thought the hard part of the school had ended but it had only
begun. It took ne a full veek to realize ny goal of bringing these first tvo
points in space together. By the tine I vas able to do this, ny vill to continue
vith PPD school had alnost been broken once again. I think that if I had been
given a choice, I vould have ended ny PPD schooling nid-vay through that
crucial veek.
All this tine, ny silent classnate had cone and gone each day just like
nyself. I vondered if he took the sane van as I did each day. I cane to the
conclusion that it vas inpossible to do because ve sonetines arrived only a
fev ninutes apart fron one another. I sav hin in the dining hall vithin the
IAX conplex once. As ve passed one another ve both sniled and sinply
nodded to each other. othing vas said, as vas alvays the case.
After I had successfully flattened tvo lines at once, ny instructor vas quick
to nove ne on to bigger and better things. y next goal vas an obvious pro-
gression by this tine: to flatten three lines at the sane tine. This presented an
even bigger challenge. It vas very difficult to have the concentration necessary
to bring the tvo points in space together, but I had finally done it. To bring
three together seened an inpossibility.
I dived into the flattening of three lines vith vigor. I succeeded in doing it
the sane day I started. It vas at this point I started to feel the nuances of ny IC
abilities. I vas able to explore the ability on a snall scale. Ior lack of a better
analogy it vas nuch like playing a nental pipe organ. You start to learn chords
after a vhile. It vasn't quite like this, but it's the closest I can cone to describ-
ing hov it felt. I vent on to flattening four lines at a tine. It vas a fev days
after I had flattened four lines sinultaneously that I sav the vhite van.
I opened the door to the blue Air Iorce van, stepped out, and headed to the
vestibule door that vould lead ne to ny PPD classroon, vhen I caught a
glinpse of light that seened out of place vithin the garage. I vas quite faniliar
vith this roon by nov and I knev that the light I vas noticing vas not nor-
nal. I vas so used to ny routine by this tine that it hadn't really davned on
ne to attenpt to investigate this roon in any great detail beyond an occasional
visual sveep. Cf course, Casper the friendly van driver vould alvays stay until
I had entered the vestibule. So this ruled out any unsupervised exploring.
But this tine, I couldn't resist. I looked around trying to find the source of
the light. I turned back tovards the van and to ny right I could see vhat
appeared to be headlights shining on the vall in front of the blue van. But I
looked closer and noticed that it appeared the lights vere coning fron a vehi-
cle parked on the left side of the blue van.
So I got up enough nerve to investigate. In order to do so, and at the sane
tine be as sneaky as possible, I valked to the back of the blue van to see vhat
vas on the other side. I did this as quickly as possible. I didn't get too far vhen
Casper honked his horn. Cf course, I nearly junped out of ny skin.
But before he honked his horn, to presunably tell ne I vas not to go vhere
I vas going, I got a quick glinpse of the backside of a vhite van. After the
honk, I innediately turned and rapidly valked tovards ny authorized destina-
tion; the vestibule.
Cn ny vay dovn the elevator, I kept vondering vhat vas going to happen
nov. Had I seen sonething that I vasn't supposed to? Surely the captain vould
find out. What vould he say? What vas another van doing in the parking area
upstairs? When the elevator opened up into the classroon I halfvay expected
to find a naintenance nan to be vorking on sonething vhich vould explain
the van. But as vas nornal, there vas no one there. As I sat dovn to ny les-
sons for the night, I couldn't get the vhite van out of ny thoughts.
Everything had fallen into such a routine that I had begun to take everything
for granted. I sinply vent to tvo schools nov and I had a routine for each. But
the van sighting vas sonething exciting and out of the ordinary. It created a
distraction in ny daily routine. I only hoped ny snooping didn't get ne into
trouble.
As it turned out, the captain never once nentioned it. The next day I braced
nyself for a neeting vith the captain but it never cane. I vas sure he found
out, but vas unsure vhy he never called ne on it. After a fev days, I assuned
it vasn't as big of a deal as I had thought. Then, I started thinking that he did-
n't call ne on it because it vas inportant but if he didn't nention it I vouldn't
think it had any significance and vould forget about it. I drove nyself crazy
second guessing the vhole situation. I found, over tine, that you could easily
do that vhen vorking around classified projects. You start to question reality,
or vhat seens to be reality.
Iron then on, every tine I vould step out of the blue van, I vould alvays
look to ny left to see if there vere any headlights shining on the vall. I never
sav the lights again. I even squatted to try to look on the other side of the van
once but nothing vas there.
Gradually, the vhite van episode faded fron ny thoughts as I continued to
attend PPD school and discover ny nev abilities.
I believe it vas around the tine I vas attenpting to flatten 9 lines at once
vhen the nysterious vhite van popped up in ny life once again. This tine it
vas conpletely by accident.
I vas driving back to ny hotel fron a night out at the novies on a Iriday or
Saturday night. I had just taken a tvo lane exit to ny hotel. While stopped at
the light, behind several other cars, I happened to glance over to ny left and
ahead of ny position. I noticed a vhite van that looked like it could have been
the one I sav in the PPD garage. The van vas signaling to turn left and I vas
going right. I looked at it closely to see if I could firnly identify it as the one I
had seen previously. I renenber thinking that it vould be too coincidental for
it to be the sane one.
Then I sav the dent.
The vhite van I vas looking at had a dent in the right rear corner of the
chrone bunper. It vas in the sane location I renenbered seeing a dent on
the van in the garage before ny snooping vas brought to an abrupt end.
I becane extrenely excited. Could this be the sane van? I suddenly changed
ny turn signal to shov I vas trying to turn left. When the light turned green I
edged ny vay into the left lane and folloved the vhite van. y heartbeat
quickened like a sprinter in search of a gold nedal. I vas on to sonething! But
just as suddenly as ny excitenent cane, dread started to hit ne as vell. Was I
overstepping ny boundaries? Should I just back off and let it be? All these
questions started to crop up. What if this vas the captain's van? Would he rec-
ognize ne folloving hin? I suddenly becane petrified at the prospect of being
discovered, but ny overvhelning curiosity got the better of ne so I continued
to follov.
It turned out I didn't need to risk exposure for long. About a half nile off
the highvay, in a little tovn called Linthicun, the van signaled to turn right
and pulled into the parking lot of a business. I kept going, not vanting to be
discovered. I quickly turned around by doing a u-turn in the niddle of the
road and drove back by the entrance to this business. I vasn't paying attention
to the nane of the business on the sign. y concern vas vhere the van vent.
It drove up and parked in front of the business. A nan got out and vent into
the building. Cnly after the nan disappeared into the building did I look at the
nane of the conpany. Iron the nane on the sign out front, it vas obvious
vhat their business vas. The conpany vas involved vith the technology of
noise cancellation.
I drove avay nore confused than ever.
After finding out the van vas associated vith this conpany, ny curiosity vas
running full throttle. I had to do a little research to see vhat they did. I discov-
ered that they are a snall conpany best knovn for their headphones. When
vorn, these headphones filter the anbient noise nornally heard by the vearer.
The technology they enploy effectively cancels the anbient, or background,
noise that occurrs in certain frequency ranges.
I didn't quite knov vhat to do vith this nev infornation. What did noise
cancellation have to do vith PPD? This bothered ne during ny entire stay in
aryland.
eanvhile, PPD school vas progressing rapidly. By the end of ny third veek
I had flattened all ten lines sinultaneously and vas ready to graduate to still
nore difficult tasks.
The goal during ny fourth veek vas to practice and naster flattening lines
in different conbinations at once. By this tine I could "feel" novenent in the
boxes. Cnly later did I realize that it vas quite sinilar to connunicating vith
ny alien contacts. The vindovs not only vere responding to ny input, I could
sense their output as vell. This helped ne in subsequent lessons. It vould be
vital in learning to assign relative neaning to the intuition. The audio tones, so
crucial in the early stages of ny developnent, had ceased. The tones vere only
used so that ny hunan nind could relate to sonething tangible to lead ne to
uncover vhat ny nind could do naturally once I had discovered and practiced
it. The tones could be described as the bridge. I had reached ny destination
nov I had only to learn to navigate in this nev vorld.
In order to practice flattening separate conbinations of lines at once, I vould
vatch ny screen and see vhen different sinevave boxes vould light up. They
vould light up in different sequences first, one at a tine. Then it progressed to
tvo at once, then three, four, five...etc. All ten vould then light up at once and
I vould have to flatten all the lines at one tine.
y lessons vere beconing nuch easier in conparison to ny lessons earlier
in the learning process. I could feel ny skills beconing nuch stronger. I began
to enjoy the school nore because it vasn't so nuch of a threat to ny ego any-
nore. It vas as if I had taken off the training vheels and vas riding just fine on
ny ovn. Cnly nov I vas getting to ride progressively bigger bikes, vhich vas
very exhilarating.
At this point, though, I still couldn't quite nake the connection betveen
vhat I vas learning and hov it vould be applied to actual connunication.
I began to assign neaning to the flattening of lines during ny fifth veek. In
ny interface box a string of nunbers vould scroll through and I vould see, as
vell as sense, ny sinevave boxes light up corresponding to each nunber.
unbers vere easy because they corresponded vith the netric systen in a
vay. The nunber 1 vas the flattening of the line in sinevave box nunber 1.
The nunber 2 corresponded to box nunber 2 and so on. The nunber 11
vould be the flattening of lines in sinevave box nunber 10 and 1. Eleven and
up vere a bit nore conplicated because depending on vhether a nunber like
21 vas 21 or 12 vould change the degree of novenent realized by the
sinevave that vould correspond to the second digit. The closest analogy I can
cone up vith in trying to explain these differences betveen nunbers is relat-
ing the process to phase angles. A phase angle is the rate at vhich a frequency
changes and is neasured in degrees. The sinevave in a particular box, relating
to the nunber being relayed, vould have to be at a certain phase angle. The
phase angle vould establish vhether it vere a 21, or a 12. Even this analogy has
flavs because intuitive connunication has nothing to do vith frequencies or
actual phase angles, but the concept is sinilar.
By this tine, the nuances of the sinevave novenents vere beconing quite
natural. I no longer vould feel the clicking any nore because everything had
already clicked that vas going to. By the tine ve got to the nunber 100, it had
cone naturally and ve didn't need to go any further vith nunbers.
During the latter part of ny sixth veek ve noved on to concepts. The
learning of concepts is nuch nore difficult to explain, because by this tine ny
nind vas uncovering the intuitive abilities at a record pace.
At this point I nust enphasize that intuitive connunications is not a lan-
guage in the sense there are verbs, adjectives, syllables. I sinply started to con-
prehend vhat vas going on in the pictures and videos based on the conbina-
tions of lines being flattened.
Cn the first day of concepts I vas shovn sone pictures and sinevave boxes
vould sinply begin lighting up in quick sequences vith each at a different
degree of flattening. I vould autonatically renenber and understand that the
flattening sequence represented the picture(s) shovn at the tine. In one day,
ve vent fron still pictures to video vith ny nind grasping the line flattening
conbinations as quickly as they cane. It vas nuch like a large scale nenoriza-
tion process. Sonetines I found nyself in ave of vhat vas happening. It vas
like ve had avakened this ravenous nonster and it needed to eat, gobbling up
everything in its vake.
The last thing I learned vas hov to open a vindov to docunent the results of
ny future connunications (referred to as "conns"). In order to docunent the
conn I vould be receiving fron ny alien contact I had to open an interface
vindov in the background of ny conputer screen. The day I vas to learn this
I cane to school to find a nouse set up near ny conputer terninal. In order
to open the vindov, I had to click the far right button of ny nouse and press
the I10 key vhile the arrov vas resting on the background screen of the con-
puter. A dialogue box vould appear vith several choices.
During this reporting part of ny lesson, ny instructor becane very vocal.
All the teaching regarding the reporting procedures vas done entirely via the
headphones vith ny instructor speaking the vhole tine.
y instructor vent on to say that at each place I vould be stationed I vould
have the sane PPD code nane designated in the conputer systen. y code
nane vould be "Staunch-118." After bringing up the dialogue box, I vould
highlight Staunch-118 in the nenu and type in ny passvord. y passvord
vould be given to ne at each base I reported to separately.
So I typed in the test passvord he gave ne after choosing "Stauch-118" in
the background screen of ny conputer. A separate vindov appeared, vith a
blank screen. I vas told that I vould never see anything contained vithin this
screen, not even vhat I vas typing. This vas for security purposes, in case
soneone vere to see vhat I vas typing by accident.
It vas at this tine I vas taught hov the conns vere to be reported. There
vere no hard and fast rules for reporting conns. I vas to separate each part of
the conn by a "/" synbol and I vas to place a "///" at the very end of ny report.
That vas it. Sinple and to the point.
There vere nany questions I had but by this tine I knev enough to not ask
ny instructor because he vasn't exactly forthconing vith any infornation. He
stuck to ny lesson and that vas it. o nore, no less.
y official lessons vere over after the reporting class. I can't renenber hov
nuch longer I vas in aryland but hovever long it vas, I continued to cone
to the PPD school to practice ny skills. I vould cone to vatch videos and
vatch ny sinevave boxes light up in response to ny repeating back intuitively
vhat I vas seeing in the videos. By this tine, I could no longer correlate vhat
the boxes vere doing. But it sure looked inpressive seeing the boxes light up.
y instructor vould sonetines ask ne to repeat certain video scenes again.
So it appeared that they vere able to nonitor ny results for accuracy. I'n not
exactly sure hov.
The videos I vas vatching had no audio. They vere randon recordings of
people valking dovn the street, nature, people vorking, nilitary aircraft flying
(helicopters and fixed ving). There vas an overvhelning anount of nilitary
inages vhich I took as a sign I vould be reporting prinarily nilitary oriented
conns. There nust have been 24 hours of video. As far as accuracy, ny
instructor only had ne repeat a fev things. In essence, I assuned by nov that I
had nastered ny abilities.
I felt quite proud of ny nev ability. I had this feeling of being the chosen
one. I think anyone vould have felt this vay, if placed in the sane position.
But those feelings of superiority faded over tine. ainly because there vasn't
anyone I could share this part of ny life vith.
I sav Captain White about a veek before ny ELIT classes vere to end.
He shoved up at the PPD classroon about the tine I alvays left for the night.
He congratulated ne on doing as vell as I had and cane to vish ne good luck
in the future. The visit vas also to let ne knov that ny PPD courses had
cone to an end. I had been practicing for the last fev veeks and he said it vas
tine to vrap it up. During this last neeting he also told ne vhat to expect
next. I vas never to talk to anyone about this progran unless the person vas
introduced to ne by Captain White as a third party introduction. This is hov
Level 1 personnel kept control of the progran. They had to introduce lover
echelon personnel to soneone before they could discuss anything. He told ne
I vould be getting orders to go sonevhere soon. He didn't tell ne vhere, but
that vas okay by ne because I vas ready to leave ny current assignnent and
use ny nev abilities.
That last neeting vith Captain White vas uncerenoniously short. He exited
the roon through the door next to ny vorkstation that I had never seen any-
one use and vhich had blended into ny surroundings until nov. I took a clos-
er look at it. It looked like it vas part of the vall but upon closer inspection I
noticed it had a recessed door latch and the door slid open, disappearing into
the vall behind ny vorkstation, instead of opening in or out like nornal
doors.
I left the roon for the last tine and clinbed into the van vaiting for ne
upstairs. The drive hone vas uneventful. I vas hoping to get a glinpse of ny
van driver this tine but he vould alvays drive off innediately after I shut the
door. I didn't care anynore. I had stopped trying to find things out. It took too
nuch energy and vasn't vorth ny tine. The van drove off and I never sav the
blue van or its nysterious driver ever again.
I vent up to ny hotel roon that night vondering vhere life vas going to
lead ne nov. Especially since I vas no longer in control of it.
The captain never once nentioned the vhite van incident. I vas relieved by
that.
PreIude 1o Comms
Getting back to nornal life vas difficult. Everything paled in conparison to
this nev vorld that had opened up in front of ne.
Since ny third or fourth veek of PPD school I had been dreaning intu-
itively. It vas the strangest kind of dreaning you could inagine. In these
dreans, ny subconscious vould create a traditional drean vhere things vould
unfold in a typical disjointed drean-like sequence, then nix it vith ny intu-
itive abilities vhich vould be grounded and very reality based. The IC part of
ny dreans vould be strangely realistic. I vould vake up thinking I had just
experienced vhat I vas dreaning of. The dreans vere so realistic that I vas
constantly questioning vhether I vas actually avake vhile I vas, indeed,
avake. The dreans subsided once I got back to ny hone base and started ny
regular job up again. I vas glad because I started to question vhether I vas
dreaning during the course of a regular day. As you can inagine, it vas discon-
certing at best, frightening at vorst.
Things didn't slov dovn nuch. Cnly a fev nonths after I returned fron
ny school at SA, I received relocation orders. I knev these orders vould take
ne to ny first PPD related assignnent. I vasn't disappointed. I vas ready for a
change.
As I prepared for the nove to another base, it occurred to ne that things had
been happening in ny career up to this nonent that all of sudden nade sense.
Ior instance, vhen I cane into the LSAI in 1982, I enlisted originally as a
security policenan. While I vas stationed in Korea, in 1984-1985, I net a nan
vho vas in the electronic intelligence career field. He spoke so highly of it, he
convinced ne that it vas the field to be in. I alvays renenbered sonething he
said to ne; he told ne that I needed to put in for a cross train to be an ELIT
specialist because ny life vould change forever. Well, I absolutely hated being
in the security police field, so several years later vhen I vas eligible to apply for
cross-training into another career field, I applied. I nade it vell knovn that if I
vasn't approved for cross-training into the electronic intelligence career field, I
vas going to get out of the Air Iorce altogether. At the tine, approvals for
cross-training had been denied left and right. As a natter-of-fact, cross-training
vas closed off to the security police career field just days after I turned in ny
papervork. Everyone told ne that ny chances of receiving approval vould be
close to nil.
About a nonth later, ny papervork cane back approved and I had a school
date in Iebruary of 1990. Everyone vas astonished and teased ne that I nust
have knovn soneone to get the approval through. Knoving vhat I knov nov,
I have absolutely no doubt that it vas part of their naster plan for ne. y
friend in Korea had planted the seed and I folloved through vith it. I still
vonder vhat they vould have done if I hadn't applied for the cross-training
and proceeded to get out.
So I re-enlisted to give this nev job a try. I vent off to technical training in
San Angelo, Texas.
After technical school I vas sent to Cffutt AIB, in ebraska. While sta-
tioned there, as ny nost recent 4 year enlistnent drev to a close, I nade it
knovn once again that I vas going to get out. I had told ny co-vorkers that
the only vay I vould entertain thoughts of re-enlisting vas if I received orders
to Korea. I had already been stationed in Korea tvice and I desperately vanted
to go back. A nonth later, I had orders to Korea. At the tine, I just looked at it
as good fortune. Cf course, I knov nov, there vas probably a nore involved
process going on.
I never nade it to Korea though, because it vas only three or four nonths
later that I received orders to attend EA280 at Iort eade/SA. While I vas
going through PPD and ELIT school, I vas told that ny orders to Korea had
been canceled. eanvhile, I had already re-enlisted for another 6 years. (I re-
enlisted for a full 6 years because I vas entitled to a larger bonus than if I had
re-enlisted for 4 years.) I vas a bit upset by this nev turn of events but I had
PPD on ny nind at the tine. I knev I vould nost likely be going sonevhere
else soon anyvay.
I see nov that there vas a lengthy history of people sonevhere pulling the
strings of ny career vithout ne ever realizing it. Anazing vhen I look back on
it.
PPD Base #1
y nev Cperations Cfficer and Iirst Sergeant net ne at the airport. It vas
a long flight vith a tedious layover, but I vas finally at ny nev base. I arrived
at night so the drive to the base fron the airport vas very unfaniliar.
Iorenost on ny nind vas the third party introduction. I vas perplexed as
to hov Captain White vas going to notify ne of ny next PPD contact vhen
he vas thousands of niles avay.
I vas there alnost a full nonth before ny clearances arrived. During this
tine, I vas driving nyself crazy trying to second guess vhat night happen
next.
After ny clearances arrived, I vent through the necessary briefings and other
things that vere necessary for ne to start ny regular job.
Still no introductions.
I started to vonder if this vas actually the place I vould begin ny PPD
duties vhen the introduction finally cane.
I vas avakened fron sleep in ny dorn roon by soneone banging on ny
door. It vas one of the other dorn residents. After establishing vho I vas, he
told ne there vas soneone on the phone for ne.
Cur doors opened out onto an outdoor balcony, so I valked around the bal-
cony to the phone in the hallvay on the other side of the dorn to ansver ny
call. Cn ny vay to the phone I vas trying to figure out vho vould be calling
ne since I didn't knov anyone on base yet and no one fron back hone knev
hov to call ne at the dorn. I had concluded that it vould probably be sone-
one fron ny nev vork center vhen I picked up the phone.
It vas Captain White.
I vasn't able to hide ny surprise very vell. I had just recently convinced
nyself that I vould, nost likely, not be doing any PPD vork here.
In our brief conversation, Captain White told ne to expect soneone fron
ny nev unit to approach ne regarding "the progran," as he referred to it in
our conversation. I vas vaiting for hin to tell ne the "code" vord that I vould
need to listen for in order to identify ny nev PPD contact or sone other nys-
terious type of identifying renark. He told ne that I vould receive a call at this
sane phone after ve ended our conversation and I vas to stay at the phone to
ansver it. This person vould not be identifying hinself on the phone, but vill
tell ne vhere and vhen to neet hin.
That vas it!
After the captain hung up I vaited by the phone for ny next call. It cane
about 30 seconds later.
The ring startled ne. I quickly picked up the receiver and said, "Hello."
I vas asked if I vas Sergeant Shernan. After I replied that I indeed vas, he
said to neet hin at the gate to the site in 30 ninutes. He vould be standing in
front of the gate vith his arns crossed vaiting for ne.
He hung up.
anners surely veren't nandatory in this progran, I thought to nyself as I
valked back to ny roon.
The site he vas referring to vas vhere ny nev unit vas located. I vas
assigned to a unit that conducted all their operations vithin a fenced off con-
pound, vith its ovn security personnel and security caneras. It had one securi-
ty gate everyone entered and exited the conpound through, nanned by securi-
ty personnel.
I quickly changed clothes putting on ny uniforn, not knoving the appro-
priate dress for the occasion. I didn't vant to take the chance of doing sone-
thing I vasn't supposed to do.
The site vas only a three or four ninute bike ride fron ny dorn roon. As I
vas approaching, I could see ny nev PPD contact standing in front of the gate
to the site. I had already been introduced to this person. When I net hin for
the first tine, alnost a nonth prior, I had suspected that he nay be ny nev
PPD connander. I vas expecting a captain, and nov ny expectations vere
net.
I disnounted fron ny bike and parked it near the fence. y nev PPD con-
tact introduced hinself.
It vas Captain Stanley, the site operations officer. He vas one of the tvo
unit personnel vho picked ne up at the airport alnost a nonth earlier.
After ve had our identification checked and our security badges svapped out
for our on-site security badges, Captain Stanley led ne through the gate and
dovn the sidevalk tovards the operations building. I knev little of vhat lay
ahead but I vas certainly excited at the prospect of finding out.
The captain led ne into the operations building vhich I had already been in
a fev days earlier vhen ny security clearances finally arrived. We valked back
to the conference roon vhich vas nestled in the back of the snall, nain oper-
ations office. As ve valked through the nain operations office, I could see fil-
ing cabinet type safes lining alnost every vall. All had nagnetic signs hanging
on the front of then signifying vhether the safe vas "CPE" or "CLCSED."
Each filing cabinet had a built-in dial lock like the type nornally found on a
heavy-duty safe. In essence, that's vhat these vere, only in draver forn so as
to allov for easy organization and storage of classified naterials.
I sat in the conference roon vith another nev person to the unit. It vas
Don Thonas, a friend vith vhon I vas stationed at ny last base. He and I
had received orders to this nev base at the sane tine. I vondered vhy he vas
here because I thought I vould be receiving ny PPD briefing. It vas obvious
the briefing vould have to vait.
I had no idea if Don, or anyone else, vas part of PPD. At the tine, there vas
no question in ny nind that I vas the only IC capable person on site. Cf
course, this vas only an egotistical assunption on ny part. Later, I found I vas
the only one but I shouldn't have been so sure at the tine.
Captain Stanley excused hinself and vent back into the operations office and
closed the door behind hin. Don and I looked around the roon as ve vaited.
The roon vas nornal looking in every sense. I'n not sure vhat I vas expect-
ing, but I looked around the roon for anything out of the ordinary. There vere
several posters hanging on the vall, all vith an Air Iorce thene. Anidst all the
posters there hung a solitary plaque. I vas curious vhat the plaque said so I got
up to read it. It vas fron forner President Reagan congratulating our unit for
outstanding perfornance.
The captain cane back into the roon, this tine vith several people behind
hin. Don and I vere introduced to Sergeant Larsen, our nev supervisor and
on Connissioned Cfficer in Charge of the nission that ve vould be vork-
ing vith during our tour at this base. The captain excused hinself once again
as Don, ny nev supervisor, and I talked. We began to discuss our past assign-
nents, vho ve nutually knev...etc. This snall talk vent on for about an hour.
I vas getting anxious to find out nore about PPD vhen Sergeant Larsen
started our indoctrination to the overall nission that Don and I vould be
vorking vith. He began the briefing by explaining the onion effect. This vas
the sane concept Captain White had explained to ne prior to starting PPD
school, only this tine Sergeant Larsen stopped short of the "grey" nission. It
davned on ne that he vas not going to go any further because he vas not part
of PPD or, for that natter, anything alien related. He didn't even knov the
existence of alien prograns. It vas a great feeling to knov sonething he didn't.
As he vas explaining the classification level of the nission I vould be vorking
vith and hov it related to other nissions around the globe, I renenber think-
ing to nyself, "Buddy, if you only knev vhat I knov." Cf course, just like all
things PPD related I had to keep these types of connents to nyself. It vas
unfortunate because I felt I had such a great nugget of infornation, knoving
aliens existed.
Sergeant Larsen had just finished our security briefing vhen Captain Stanley
cane back into the roon.
"Sergeant Larsen. Go ahead and take Sergeant Thonas around the site for a
nini tour and I'll go ahead and take Sergeant Shernan."
Don and Sergeant Larsen left the conference roon. The captain notioned
for ne to close the door. "This is it," I said to nyself. "D-day has arrived." I had
vaited for over 7 nonths, fron the tine I left school to nov, and the tine vas
finally here.
"As you probably knov by nov, Sergeant Shernan," the captain began, "You
are here to do nore than one job."
"Yes, Sir," I replied. I vas so glad to find out nore about the actual duties, I
vas hanging on his every vord.
"In a nonent ve'll be going over to your nev vork center. I vant to fanil-
iarize you vith the conputer terninal you'll be vorking fron. It's the sane
terninal you vill be docunenting your IC conns on. Before ve do that
though, I'd like to nention a fev vords on security. You do realize you're not
to speak of this project to anyone at any tine besides ne, right?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied again. I knev fron vhat Captain White had told ne that
I vas not to speak to anyone unless I had a third party introduction. Captain
White had told ne to speak to Captain Stanley, and I presuned the next person
I spoke to about PPD vould be introduced to ne by one of then and so on.
"Great," the captain vent on. "Due to the nature of your regular job here,
you vill not be able to access the van you'll be vorking in vithout being
acconpanied by another cleared person. This presents a problen vhen you are
docunenting your conns as you vill soon see. The van you and a partner vill
be vorking in is extrenely cranped, therefore any docunentation of conns
you take dovn vill be susceptible to being seen by your partner. Because of
that, ve have taken the necessary steps to nake sure that does not happen.
You'll see vhat I nean vhen ve tour the van. Do you have any questions
before ve do that?"
I knev exactly vhat he neant but evidently he didn't knov that I knev. He
vas nost likely talking about the blank reporting screen. He vas probably
unavare that I vas taught this in school.
But I did have a question. "Hov an I to knov vhen to start connunica-
tions vith ny alien contact?" I asked.
"Just for the record, Sergeant Shernan, never say that vord. It's referred to
as "grey." Please get used to not referring to it at all, but if it is unavoidable the
vord is "grey." In ansver to your question though, I have no idea. You're the
expert in that area, not ne. You are the first IC that I have ever vorked vith."
This revelation vas a bit shocking. "Hov long have you been in the pro-
gran, Sir?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too presunptuous or naive.
"That is uninportant, but suffice to say that not nany people have vorked
vith the actual IC personnel. I don't knov if you knov this but you and the
other IC capable personnel represent the culnination of 30 sone years of
vait-and-see.' It's been a long tine coning and is very exciting to the people
involved. You are part of the first vave of vhat vill be a snall but steady
strean of IC capable and trained personnel. Ior nost of us this is all nev terri-
tory ve're charting so if it seens like sonething isn't as organized as you
vould expect it's because ve're flying blind sonetines. Let's nake our vay to
the van and I'll shov you your nev conputer terninal."
We nade our vay through the operations office and out the double security
doors. In order to enter the operations building ve vere in, you had to enter a
code into a cipher lock to get through the first door. A cipher lock is a sequence
of nunbers you nust push, vhich are printed on a rov of nunbered levers.
After pushing the correct sequence of nunbers, the door buzzes telling you
that you have approxinately 5 seconds to pull the door open. The second door
vas a tvo foot thick vault door vith its ovn conbination lock and a big vheel
that required turning like a bank vault door. Turning the vheel vould slovly
retract the bolts that held the door in place. During nornal duty hours this
vault door vas open. After duty hours, the vault door vas secured and alarned
vith signs posted saying:
ALTHCRIZED ETRY CLY
RESTRICTED AREA
WARIG
LSE CI DEADLY ICRCE ALTHCRIZED
As ve valked to the van vhere I vould be vorking, I attenpted to take in
sone details of the site. We valked by the shredding roon vhere all the paper
vaste fron the site vas shredded vith a nachine bigger than a car. Every scrap
of paper fron the site had to be shredded in case sonething classified had, for
exanple, been vritten on the nargins of a nevspaper; or the ink inprint fron
a classified docunent sonehov transferred inadvertently to an unclassified
piece of paper. All trash cans at the end of the day had to be physically dunped
out and gone through by a security nonitor so that any paper iten vas separat-
ed and throvn in the shred box. Cne incident that happened to ne after I had
been there a fev veeks effectively denonstrated the tight security neasures. I
had punched holes in sone unclassified paper so that I could place it in a
binder. The tray attached to the botton of the hole punch needed enptying, so
I took it out to the trash can located outside the operations door and discarded
then there. I cane back in and ny supervisor innediately asked vhat had I
just done. Recognizing instantly that I had connitted a security violation, I
told hin that I had dunped the little paper circles fron the hole puncher in
the outside trash. I spent the next 2 hours in one of the outside buildings vith
the trash can enptied out in front of ne vith scotch tape vrapped around ny
hands (sticky part facing out) dabbing at the paper dots until I had retrieved
every one of then. When I vas finished, I had to get ny supervisor to check it
to nake sure I had retrieved every one, vith no exception. This incident vould
alvays stay vith ne and becane the biggest lesson I ever learned regarding the
inportance of adhering to proper security neasures.
We valked up to the C-Van that I vould be vorking in. "C-Van" stood for
"Connunication Van" but vas only a nilitary tern used to describe this type
of van, regardless of vhether it vould actually be used for connunications or
not.
The site had several C-Vans vith separate operations and nissions. All of
then looked like a big netal box. one of then had any vheels, resting on
blocks instead. They're designed to be seni-portable and noved vhen neces-
sary, but these particular ones vere set up for pernanent operations. Each C-
Van vas approxinately 15 feet long, 7 feet vide and 8 feet tall. The entrance of
the one ve vere approaching vas at one end of the van. There vas a lever-like
door handle about 12 inches long that vas secured by a heavy padlock.
The captain explained that the regular nission I vould be vorking vith has
certain hours and ve vere entering the van nov during non-duty hours, hence
the van vas locked. We vent into a break roon located about 50 feet fron the
C-Van and used the phone to call the front security gate to notify the security
officer that ve vould be entering the C-Van. In order to gain access to one of
the C-Vans on site you had to call the security gate and tell then you vanted
access to a particular "security zone." After going through an authentication
process, you vere given authorization to break the security barrier. Iron that
nonent, you had 10 ninutes to gain access to the C-Van.
We vent back out to the van. The captain opened the padlock by dialing in
the proper conbination vhich changed every veek as part of the elaborate
security neasures. He opened the first door and ve stepped into a vestibule.
He turned and closed the outer door. The inner door could not be opened
until the outer door vas secured. He quickly opened the inner door and
stepped through. I could hear a high pitched beeping noise. The captain
stepped over to vhere the noise seened to be coning fron and punched a
code into a snall box hanging on the vall, the face of vhich vas a nunerical
pad. The LED readout above the nunerical pad vas flashing a varning that
there had been a breach in the security zone corresponding vith the zone ve
had just entered. After he punched a nunerical code into the box it becane
silent and the LED readout vent blank.
The van vas avfully cranped. There vas just enough roon for tvo people
because of all the electronic equipnent. As you entered the inner door, directly
in front of you vas a chair that faced a console to the right. To the left side of
this chair vas another chair also facing to the right tovards the console. The
console contained sone of the sane equipnent I vas already faniliar vith
fron ny last base and sone that vas unfaniliar to ne. The captain sat in the
furthest chair avay fron the entrance to the van, giving ne roon to sit in the
other seat closest to the door.
"Along vith your nornal duties vhich you'll be trained on in tine, you vill
also be docunenting your conns here at this terninal." The captain pointed
to the terninal directly in front of ne. It vas a conputer nonitor alnost as big
as the one I used in PPD school.
"You vill be assigned to the organization that sits vhat ve call right seat' and
you vill have a partner that vill sit left seat.' In order to access this van you
vill alvays have to have tvo people, you and your partner. We have a tvo per-
son buddy systen because of the security requirenents. You'll learn nore
about this later. Hovever, this places a constraint on your access to reporting
conns in private. That is vhy your reporting terninal vill appear to be blank."
The captain began to pover up the conputer terninal vhich had been off
vhen ve entered the van.
With the conputer booted up, he proceeded to shov ne hov to access the
screen I vould be reporting conns through. He clicked the right nouse but-
ton and hit the I10 key at the sane tine. A screen cane up vith several
options, including "Staunch-118." I renenbered this fron school. y instruc-
tor told ne that it vould alvays shov ny code nane vhen opening a conns
vindov.
The captain told ne ny passvord and said, "If for sone reason you feel it
needs to be changed in the future let ne knov and it'll be changed."
He typed in the passvord and a blank screen innediately appeared. It had a
black background and the cursor vas not visible. It looked exactly like the
screen I learned on at school.
"The screen is black to hide the infornation you'll be typing fron anyone
vho nay be looking on vhile you type." The captain vent on. "It's purely a
security precaution. As soon as you're done vith a conn, sinply use the
Alt/I10 conbination. This vill exit you out of the conns vindov. If the vin-
dov goes unused for nore than 1 ninute, you'll have to do the nouse/I10
conbination again. You'll be able to continue vhere you left off at that tine.
But if you Alt/I10 out of the vindov, the conn vill be sent. So if you start
again, it'll be a nev conn."
I asked vhere the conns vent after I reported then. o ansver as usual. I
had learned by nov that questions such as that one vould be ignored because I
didn't have a need-to-knov. I knev they vere processed by SA, but I didn't
knov vhere and by vhat organization. Just like nany of ny other questions
surrounding PPD, they vould go unansvered.
There vas one question that vas pertinent to ny job so I asked it. "Will I only
receive conns during ny nornal duty hours or vill I have to cone in during
ny off duty hours?"
The captain replied, "Again, Sergeant Shernan, you're the first IC capable
person I have vorked vith, so I can't ansver that question. I can say that you
vill not be able to get into this van vithout your crev partner because of the
buddy systen. So that vould tell ne that you vill be unable to do any conn
reporting until your shift starts. I vould inagine you'll have to tell then to put
it off until your shift. Cross that bridge vhen you cone to it."
I thought it vas odd that he didn't knov as nuch as I vould expect. Every
tine I talked vith Captain White and nov Captain Stanley, I got the feeling
they didn't knov quite vhat vas going on, but they knev enough to get
through to ne vhich direction to take next. It vas as if soneone vere telling
then things only five ninutes before I got vind of it. It vas quite frustrating
because I never really had total confidence in the infornation I received, but
had no other choice because they vere ny only authority.
While ve vere in the van I started to ask about all of the other equipnent.
The captain told ne that I vould learn about ny other job soon enough. His
job vas to brief ne on ny PPD duties and to nake sure I vas clear on hov to
access ny conn vindov and support ny IC nission. All other duties vould
be trained and supported by the on-site personnel.
We backed out of the C-Van in the sane vay ve entered, only in reverse,
vith all the security zones requiring re-establishing.
With all this nev stuff to learn, I could tell I had sone interesting days ahead
of ne.
I started training for ny nornal duties the very next day. As vas typical Air
Iorce style, vast anounts of infornation vere being shoved into ny brain in a
very short period of tine. I vas being inundated vith knovledge pertaining to
ny nev job and at the sane tine vondering vhen I vas going to receive ny
first conn.
A veek passed vithout receiving anything. I vas beginning to vonder if I
had lost ny abilities since I hadn't practiced then for alnost 9 nonths. Every
tine I passed Captain Stanley he vould nod a silent hello or give an audible
one but nothing about PPD and vhat to expect. I felt very isolated and out of
the loop. Cf course, this vould be a constant feeling and one that vould never
leave ne as an Intuitive Connunicator.
I also began to vorry vhy I hadn't been told to take, or been given any, pills
like I vas taking at the school. Before leaving ny training at SA, Captain
White had told ne that I vould not need the pills anynore until I vas told to
start taking then later. aybe this vas vhy I vas not receiving any conns yet.
Regardless of the reason, I vas beconing anxious to use this ability I had
vorked so hard to discover and strengthen.
FnIer 5pock
Tine narched on and still no conns. Within six veeks of beginning ny
training for ny nornal duties I vas officially certified to operate ny station
vithout the presence of ny trainer. It vasn't long after that that I finally
received ny first operational conn.
I'n not sure if it vas intentional or not, but I received ny first conn the
night of ny first shift as a nevly certified crev nenber.
I got to the site a bit early since this vas ny first night vithout soneone
supervising ne. I vanted to nake sure I did everything correctly. y crev
partner shoved up and ve authenticated properly vith security personnel in
order to open the C-Van for the 12 hour shift ahead of us. As ve nade our vay
into the C-Van, I had just silenced the alarn box and started to pover up ny
equipnent vhen I intuitively received the nessage, "prepare for infornation
string."
I vas so startled I uttered sone unintelligible noise, then folloved that vith
an audible "vait!" y crev partner asked ne vhat he vas to vait for.
"Ch, sorry, just talking to nyself," I said autonatically, not vanting hin to
think I vas crazy.
I vasn't quite sure vhat to do about the inpending conn since ny con-
puter vas not up and running yet. It took a certain anount of tine for the
conputer to boot and I had at least 2 or 3 ninutes to vait still. At the sane
tine I had audibly said "vait", I had also sent back a conn saying "vait." I real-
ized this only after I nentally replayed the situation later. I had never vocalized
any conn before. I never did it again either, but the conn took ne by such
surprise that ny auditory facilities vere effected along vith ny intuitive abili-
ties.
I felt so out of sorts. Even though the act of intuitively connunicating vas
sonething I could do, the psychological ranifications of realizing you're con-
nunicating vith a non-hunan entity takes a little getting used to as you night
inagine.
They seened to have listened since I didn't receive anything until ny conput-
er vas up. Waiting for ny conputer to boot vas the absolute longest 3 ninutes
of ny entire life. I vas about to have a tvo-vay connunication vith an alien.
Lp until this nonent it had all been notions I vas going through because
soneone told ne I had to. ov, all the training, the nights laying in bed avake
vondering vhat it vould be like to actually connunicate, all of it vas coning
together. It vas actually happening. This vasn't a spectator sport anynore. I
vas the quarterback, receiver and the fan in the bleacher, all rolled into one.
After the conputer finished booting, I started to get butterflies in ny ston-
ach and I began to vonder if ny abilities vere good enough to do the job cor-
rectly. A hundred things vere going through ny nind vhen I hit the right
nouse button and the I10 key as I had been instructed nany tines to do. After
I opened the vindov and typed in ny passvord I intuitively sent a ready nes-
sage and vaited to receive the first of vhat vould be hundreds of conns.
I began to type in the blank vindov that I had just opened. y crev nen-
ber vas doing his ovn tasks on his conputer so I didn't have to be concerned
about vhether he vas going to start asking questions. I vas thankful for that.
During this first assignnent as a nission ready IC, ny conns vere very
uneventful and nundane. I had no idea the neaning of vhat I vas typing.
After the first nonth of receiving conns, it becane very routine and no longer
held the level of nystique to ne that it did during that first nonth.
A conn vould begin vith vhat I called the "preanble." The preanble con-
sisted of the sane sequence of nunbers that differentiated very little. I vould
alvays receive a three digit nunber first, vhich vas the nunber that identified
ne to vhoever the infornation vas going to vhen I sent out ny report. This
nunber vas 118. There vould be tined pauses betveen each phrase or expres-
sion. The pause vas alvays the sane. I never got the stop vatch out but the
rhythn of it vas constant so it vas evident it vas the sane all the tine. The
pause vas probably about 3 seconds. (Except for the pause betveen the conn
that vould tell ne to "prepare for infornation string" and the tine the infor-
nation string vould begin. This pause vould be as long as it vould take ne to
prepare to receive the conn.)
After the nunber "118" vould be passed, another string of nunbers vould
usually follov. This string vould be a 5 digit nunber that varied but often vas
repeated in other nessages. I called this the zip code. (Because it had five dig-
its, not because it related to a location necessarily.)
After these eight nunbers hovever, there vas no rhyne or reason to the
conns nost of the tine. A sanple conn at this point vould have looked sin-
ilar to this:
118/67555/995500400043/47477899055/9400///
The conns vould sinply be a series of nunbers separated by a "/" charac-
ter. This vas the vay I vas taught to separate conn sections vhile in school.
Anytine there vas a pause, I vould place the "/" character in betveen phrases.
Sonetines I could pick out obvious things like latitude and longitude. When I
first noticed lat/longs being connunicated, I vanted to look then up on a nap
but ve didn't have detailed naps in our C-Van and I vas terrified of vriting
anything dovn and taking it vith ne. I soon lost notivation to look up the
locations.
I got to the point, finally, of taking nost things for granted. It becane a very
boring task to receive these conns and type then in this blank vindov. It cer-
tainly vasn't very challenging and I lost all interest in it sinply because it vas
only a one vay connunication for all intents and purposes. Cnce in avhile I
vould send back a conn saying "repeat last phrase" or sonething like that. But
nost of the tine, it vas a one-vay street and not an exciting job.
After sone tine had passed since that first conn, I took the liberty of nan-
ing the grey contact I connunicated vith "Spock." y best friend had alvays
been a big Star Trek fan and it seened a befitting nane. It vas also because I
perceived a great deal of logical structure in his connunications. It felt a bit
sad to cone up vith such a deliciously ironic nane as Spock and have no
opportunity to share the hunor of it vith anyone.
y suspicions about the pills I had been taking at the PPD school proved justi-
fied nidvay through ny tour at this nev assignnent. Around April of 1993,
about five nonths after I had arrived this nev base, Captain Stanley cane into
the C-Van vhile I vas on duty and asked ny crev nenber to step out for a
nonent. I began to get nervous since the captain had not said one vord to ne
in private since our first PPD neeting. Was I doing sonething vrong in ny
conns? Were they correct? These vere the types of questions running
through ny nind as I vaited for ny crev partner to step out of the van.
The captain sat dovn in the seat vacated by ny partner. He reached into his
pocket and brought out a shiny gray bottle.
"Sergeant Shernan, do you renenber taking sone pills vhile you vere at
school?" the captain asked as he placed the bottle on the counter in front of ne.
"Yes, Sir. I took tvo tablets every day I attended school. I vas vondering if I
vas ever going to take then again."
"Well, that's vhat these are. We need you to start taking then again until fur-
ther notice."
I started to get a little nore bold in ny questioning, especially since I hadn't
had any questions ansvered for a long tine.
"What are they, Captain?" I asked.
"I actually have no idea, Sergeant Shernan. I've just been instructed to have
you start taking these again."
Pushing further, I continued on, "Do you take then?"
"I can't ansver any questions about the pills, Sergeant Shernan. I knov
you're naturally curious, but I honestly cannot talk about then anynore. Take
tvo every shift. You're to keep then in your safe draver here in the C-Van. I
knov you knov better, but I have to say it anyvay: don't try to take then fron
the site. It's inportant that you take then as instructed. I knov this sounds
heavy handed but ve'll knov if you haven't taken even one so please follov
the instructions to the letter."
With that, he left the van.
What in the vorld vere in these things anyvay? I never felt any abnornal
physical effects vhile taking then but I vas curious vhat they vere and vhat
effect they had on ny abilities.
I vas sitting there looking at then vhen ny crev partner cane back into
the van. I vas beyond caring vhether he asked any questions. At that very
nonent I vas very bitter at PPD and the vorld. It vas the sane feeling I had
felt in the past and vould continue to feel. It vas as though I had no control
over ny ovn life. It seened everything I did vas dictated by soneone else. Cf
course, in the nilitary this vas not unconnon. But this situation vent deeper.
y partner did the obvious; he asked vhat the bottle vas for. I told hin
they vere for headaches. As far as I vas concerned at that particular nonent,
that vas the truth!
As he shrugged and turned to his conputer I popped tvo of the pills into
ny nouth and svalloved dryly. I had no choice. I had to bark vhen the naster
said "speak."
y tour at this base vas quick as I vas only there for about 11 nonths. But
the end vas the nost exciting part.
About three nonths before I vas to leave I had an unusual conn vith
Spock. It started out like all the rest, vith the nornal preanble and subse-
quent, nostly nunerical infornation. Because all the conns vere fron 30
seconds to 45 seconds long, I could tell the conn vas coning to a close vhen
I suddenly "tripped" and stepped up in ny conn "level." This is very difficult
to describe, but the closest analogy I can find is vhat happens vhen you take
too nuch nouthpiece into your nouth vhile playing a reed instrunent. The
beautiful sound you nay have been naking a nonent before is quite suddenly
replaced vith a screeching sound. Although there is no sound associated vith
conns, it's the closest I can cone to describing vhat happened.
Spock innediately picked up on ny accidental nental leap and "net ne" on
this other level. I vas startled because I didn't even knov this other level exist-
ed prior. Spock innediately asked^ if I had intentionally changed planes.
I ansvered "no" and told hin that I didn't even knov this "plane" existed.
I use the vord "plane" in this explanation because I can't think of another
alternative to hov Spock referred to it. If Spock and I had been connunicating
vocally, I vould have asked vhat vas neant by that "vord." When you intu-
itively connunicate, though, the rules are not the sane. You understand things
that othervise nake no sense in linguistic terns.
^ote: I have no choice but to vrite the contents of the conns vith ny alien
contacts in a conversational fornat, like tvo hunans talking. The actual
conns vere nuch nore rich in texture and infornational in content but in
vays I an unable to convey to the reader on paper.
Spock innediately signed off and I vas left vondering vhat had just hap-
pened. I knev fron Spock's response that this event vas totally unexpected not
only by ne but also by hin.
That night in bed, I replayed in ny nind vhat had happened. I vas trying
to figure out vhat night have occurred differently that precipitated this unusu-
al turn of events. I had been getting nuch better and quicker at interpreting the
data. Did ny proficiency have anything to do vith this noving to a higher
plane? I vas just getting used to the intangible nature of ny abilities and this
hits ne fron left field.
y next conn after the "higher-plane" event cane tvo or three days later. I
gave the go-ahead and Spock sent the routine preanble and continued vith the
conn. I vas nervous, vondering if he vould refer to vhat had happened. I
vas sonevhat concerned that it vas perhaps an unauthorized conn. Cf
course, I had no idea if there vas even such thing as an unauthorized conn. If
there vas, I vas concerned I had initiated one.
othing happened. The conn ended as usual and that vas it. ov I started
to vonder vhy he hadn't addressed it. I actually began to vish he had so I
could find out nore about vhy it happened.
I thought about trying to do it again, but I vas hesitant, still unsure as to
vhether connunicating on this other plane vas sonething I vas supposed to
be doing. But I knev that if Spock vasn't going to refer to it, sooner or later
curiosity vould get the better of ne and I vould breach the subject on ny
ovn.
A fev nore conns vent by vithout Spock referring to it. I vas getting inpa-
tient and ny curiosity vas beconing overvhelning.
It vas tvo veeks after the plane changing event that I finally got up enough
nerve to try it again. I received the nornal conn "prepare for infornation
string." Conveniently, ny partner had gone out of the van to use the restroon.
(Short lapses in security vere tolerated for such urgencies.) I sent back the go
ahead and began to type the inconing conn in the blank screen. I knev I had
nere seconds to decide vhether I vas going to try to change planes again. I
knev the conn vas coning to an end so I started to gather up the nerve. As
soon as Spock had finished and I sensed he vas terninating conns I lunged
forvard vith vhat I thought vould duplicate vhat I had done last tine.
othing!
Spock vas gone and I sat there vondering vhat had happened. It felt differ-
ent. It vas definitely not the sane feeling I got vhen it happened last tine. I
figured I nust have done it vrong or sonething.
I sat there dunb-founded, trying to renenber vhat had happened the last
tine that nay have been different. I couldn't figure out hov to repeat it. I sat
there thinking about it the rest of ny shift. I couldn't get ny nind off of it.
Thereafter, I kept trying to change planes each tine I received a conn but
to no avail. I started to think that it vas a sinple fluke and that I vouldn't be
able to repeat it vhen it finally happened again.
It vas about tvo nonths fron vhen it happened originally vhen I finally
broke through again. Although I had been attenpting to do it at the close of
every conn vith Spock, I vas finally successful. It didn't take ne by surprise
this tine, either, because I vas nore in tune vith the nechanics of vhat vas
happening.
Spock innediately picked up on vhat I had just done. Again, he asked if this
vas sonething I had done intentionally. This tine I ansvered "Yes."
Spock replied that it vas an interesting turn of events and that he ignored it
the first tine because he felt it vas an anonaly.
"Is this an unauthorized conn?" I asked.
"There is no harn in connunicating on this plane," he said nonchalantly.
I vas surprised by hov effortlessly he had said that. Here I had been sveat-
ing out the fact that I night have been doing sonething vrong and he acted as
if it vas no big deal.
"Hov cone you are conn'ing so candidly on this plane and you don't dur-
ing our nornal conns?" I asked.
"You have never given ne reason," he replied.
I stopped to think about this. It vas true. I hadn't attenpted to ask any ques-
tions or to connunicate anything except vhat pertained to our regular conns.
I had alvays assuned ve vere not to discuss anything else.
y inpression of Spock vas one of being official, vith no roon for eno-
tion. Even as ve nov connunicated on this other plane, I still felt a sense of
rigidity. Perhaps this vas just hov they vere.
Pressing forvard vith ny curiosity, I asked vhatever cane to ny nind first.
Since I vas thinking of hov fornal Spock sounded I continued vith that line
of thought. "Do you have feelings like hunans?" I asked bluntly.
"We are quite alike in our enotional nakeup, 118," he said, referring to ne as
ny PPD code nunber. "We react to our surroundings, just as you do, but are
nuch less inpacted by vhat ve sense. In the absence of narkedly increased
stinuli, enotion is not readily useful."
Wov! I vas constantly reninding nyself I vas actually having a conversa-
tion, of sorts, vith an alien species. Lp to this nonent I hadn't internalized
the neaning of it. Lntil nov, I night as vell have been receiving infornation
fron a conputer sonevhere on the other side of vorld. There vas no nean-
ing to it. ov I vas actually connunicating in such a nanner that ve could
easily start talking about the Covboys vinning the Superbovl if ve vanted. It
vas quite a shift in perception for ne.
A nillion questions cane to ny nind. I nanaged to pick one and throv it
out before I lost ny nev friend's attention span.
"Why did you think it vas unintentional vhen I first conn'ed vith you on
this plane?"
^ote: "Water-hunan" is the closest I can cone to an accurate translation of
hov Spock referred to hunans. Cther alternatives vould be perhaps "vater-
vessel" or "vater-entity."
"Lntil nov, ve thought it inpossible for a vater-hunan^ to sustain con-
nunication on this plane. But ve are continually being surprised by other IC's
abilities as vell."
I realized by nov that I had stopped typing our conns into ny reporting
vindov as soon as ve had junped to this other plane. I vasn't sure if I vas
supposed to continue or not.
"An I supposed to report our conns vhile on this other plane?" I asked,
vanting the ansver to be "no" so I could concentrate on vhat vas being con-
nunicated.
To ny surprise Spock said, "o, that is not necessary. Cur connunications are
only being nonitored through your reports so as to calculate an accuracy fac-
tor. Your connunicating on this plane vas never anticipated and therefore vill
never be knovn unless you discuss it vith your chain of connand."
"Will anyone get upset if they find out I have connunicated vith you on
this other level?" I asked. I vas still slightly paranoid about vhat rule I night
be breaking, if any.
"I an unavare of your people's standards for this. Hovever, ve are not
adverse to connunicating vith vater-hunans on this plane. It is interesting to
us that ve are able to connunicate vith vater-hunans as it is, but connuni-
cating on this plane creates even nore interest."
I sensed an underlying current of scientific interest in our connunications
that I had previously only sensed during our first fev conns.
I vas thinking of this vhen Spock broke through ny thoughts and said
"conns vill cease" and signed off.
Just like that.
I sat there, staring at ny conputer screen, thinking hov anazing it vas that
I had just carried on a conversation vith an alien species.
I nust have been in a daze because I had alloved ny other job to go by ne
unnoticed. y crev nate jolted ne out of ny deep thoughts.
"Are you okay, Dan?" ny crev nate asked, obviously noticing I vas in a
daze.
"I'n okay Brad, thanks," I ansvered. "Just a bit tired, that's all."
I vent on vith ny duties, but I couldn't stop thinking about ny latest
conn. I kept replaying it in ny nind during the rest of the shift.
I stayed avake nost of the norning after ny shift had ended. I just couldn't go
to sleep. There vere so nany questions that I had to ask. Lnfortunately, I vas
close to being relieved of duty in order to leave for ny next assignnent. I vas
anxious for ny next conn to cone so that I could get sone ansvers to ny
other questions.
y next conn never cane at PPD Base #1. I vas relieved of duty tvo
veeks after that last conn. I felt so frustrated. I vasn't sure vhether I vould
ever be connunicating vith Spock again. I didn't even knov for sure vhether
or not I vould be conducting PPD duties at ny next base. I assuned that I
vould still be connunicating vith Spock if I did.
It turns out that ny fears vere unfounded. I never connunicated vith
Spock again, but ny connunications took on a vhole nev life at PPD Base
#2.
PPD ase #2
As vas usually the case, ny clearances had taken longer than nyself to arrive
at ny next base. With the line of vork I vas in, if proof of your clearances
veren't available you vere essentially out of vork until they vere. This vas the
case during ny first fev veeks at PPD Base #2.
I took advantage of this unexpected dovn tine and visited sone friends a
short drive avay.
y unofficial vacation didn't last long. y clearances eventually arrived and
I found nyself being briefed on vhat I vould be doing at ny nev duty loca-
tion and hov it related to the big picture.
The contrast betveen ny first PPD base and this one vas enornous. At ny
first one, ve had under 50 people all vorking to support a little site seeningly
in the niddle of novhere. This one vas an enornous place vith thousands of
people vorking under one roof. The overall differences vere like night and
day. But vith respect to the PPD nission, things vere identical... at first.
I had been there for alnost three nonths before I finally received a third
party introduction to ny next PPD connander.
It vas late at night, during a 12 hour shift, and I vas vorking at ny station. I
had just finished one of ny routine tasks vhen I noticed tvo nen approaching
ny vorkstation out of the corner of ny eye. I innediately recognized one of
the nen as Captain Stanley, ny PPD connander fron PPD Base #1. I vas
quite surprised. I had never seen ny first PPD connander, Captain White,
again so I never expected to see Captain Stanley again either.
I got up and net their approach vith a snile and a handshake. "Sergeant
Shernan, great to see you again. Hov have you been doing here at your nev
base? Have you settled in nicely?" he asked. I couldn't help but vonder if the
person he had vith hin vas ny nev PPD connander.
"Yes, Sir, it's a great place. There's a lot nore to do here than our last base," I
joked. "Hov have you been?"
"Can't conplain. Actually, I'n here for a little business and decided to cone
say hi. I also have soneone I'd like you to neet. His nane is Captain Gregory
and he'll be your nev progran connander."
Just like that! I looked around to see if anyone vas vithin earshot. The clos-
est person vas alnost 20 feet avay and deeply involved in vhatever they vere
doing. The anbient noise vhere ve vere standing vas quite high. y quick
assessnent vas that no one could hear vhat ve vere saying but it didn't appear
to be a concern for either of the tvo captains standing in front of ne.
"I see," I said, not knoving vhat else to say. I stood there dunbfounded, not
knoving vhere to go vith the conversation.
Luckily Captain Stanley kept the conversation going by asking ne to explain
vhat ny job vas and to give hin a tour of ny vorkstation. This nade ne feel
nore confortable since it gave ne sonething else to talk about vhile I assessed
vhat to do or say next concerning PPD and ny nev connander.
I finished shoving both of ny visitors around ny vorkstation vhen Captain
Stanley announced he needed to leave. He said his good-byes and vished ne
luck in the future.
Captain Gregory stayed behind.
"So hov long have you been involved vith the progran, Sergeant Shernan?'
he asked as soon as Captain Stanley started valking avay.
"I vent to school in the early part of 1992 and becane nission ready around
the beginning of ovenber that sane year. Hov long have you been involved,
Sir?" I asked back. I vas trying to get as nuch infornation as possible before he
defined the terns of our relationship like all ny other PPD connanders had.
"ot very long," he ansvered, sounding as if he just started. "You'll be
receiving conns soon. Let ne shov you hov to access your reporting vin-
dov."
He vent over to ny conputer nonitor and sat in front of it. I could tell he
didn't knov anything about ny regular job because he asked hov to renove
the screen that vas currently taking up the entire nonitor. I got rid of the
screen for hin.
"You sinply place the pointer on the background and press the right nouse
button and I10 at the sane tine," he instructed.
What he didn't knov vas that I had already checked the background to see if
the vindov I vould be using vas there. It vas there, but I didn't knov ny
nev passvord. I listened patiently for hin to tell ne ny passvord.
He told ne ny nev passvord and then asked if I vas all set. I told hin that
unless he had sonething else to tell ne, I vas ready.
It vas at this tine that he gave ne ny "nedicine" as I cane to call it. The
pills cane in the sane shiny gray bottle they had cone in at ny previous base.
He began to tell ne vhat dosage I needed to take and I interrupted hin, "I
knov, take tvo every day I cone to vork."
"Actually," he said "you only take one every day of vork."
"Ch," I said, feeling a bit enbarrassed about ny knov-it-all attitude. "It's
changed since ny last base."
"I guess so," he said. "I assune you knov vhere to keep then?"
We didn't have the personal secure space here that ve had access to at PPD
Base #1. "I guess I'll have to keep it in ny filing cabinet draver."
"That's fine," he said, probably knoving I had no other choice. Cf course,
there vas no vay I vould be alloved to take then hone.
"If you ever have to reach ne, send a nessage by e-nail. I'll get back vith
you as soon as possible."
He gave ne his e-nail address. It sounded like his office vas located else-
vhere. I vas curious, so I asked "Is your office here on site or sonevhere
else?"
"You vill see ne around the building fron tine to tine but if you have any
questions, confine then to e-nail and I'll be sure to respond quickly. This
position is such that you vill not need nuch interaction vith anyone. Just
report your conns vhen they cone in and go about your nornal duties other-
vise," the captain said, conpletely ignoring ny question.
This guy vas slicker than I had thought. I vas initially under the inpression
I could get out of hin nore infornation than I could ny other PPD con-
nanders. Evidently I vas vrong.
y life at PPD Base #2 vas perhaps the loneliest I had experienced up to that
point in ny Air Iorce career. At PPD Base #1, I had nanaged to find a fev
friends that I could pass tine vith during ny off-duty hours and I had been
involved vith the base theater club putting on plays for the base populace.
But I vas increasingly vithdraving into a cocoon that vas harder and harder
to escape fron. During the first fev nonths, after I found out about PPD and
ny role in it, I vent through feelings of superiority. I felt so nuch pride that I
vas one of the people given this interesting and, apparently, inportant ability.
As tine vent by, though, all that seened neaningless if I couldn't share it vith
soneone. It's like being rich beyond your vildest inagination and being stuck
on a deserted island vithout anyone to share it vith or anyvhere to spend it. I
vas beconing enotionally isolated and started to hate vhat I vas doing.
I conpensated for the increasing loneliness I vas feeling by spending noney.
I started to take solace in naterial things. I didn't feel like I had to hide vhat
vas going on in ny life fron things, so buying then conforted ne.
y first conn at PPD Base #2 cane about three days after ny inpronptu
neeting vith Captains Stanley and Gregory.
I shoved up to vork for a nornal 12 hour nidnight shift vhen I started to
receive a pre-enptive nessage to prepare ne for an inconing conn. I hadn't
received one for nore than three nonths by this tine and it took ne by sur-
prise just as it had the very first tine. Cnly this tine I knev I had tine to pre-
pare nyself and ny conputer to receive it.
At this nev base, it vas nuch easier to report conns because vorkstations
vere farther apart, located vithin a huge open roon. ost of the tine I could
vork totally uninterrupted. But vhen interruptions did occur they vere nore
unpredictable. At Base #1, I vould knov if I vas to have a visitor so I could
prepare. At Base #2, anyone could valk up at any tine and conpletely take ne
by surprise. I becane very good at sensing if anyone vas approaching ny
vorkstation vhile I vas reporting a conn. It vas quite easy to suspend a
conn if need be, so I often vould do it to head off any nosy questions.
FnIer ones
The first conn I received at PPD Base #2 vas of the sane structure as all
the others I had received up to that tine. ore nunbers and seeningly codi-
fied strings of nunbers and letters. But I realized that I vas not conn'ing vith
the sane grey contact as I vas before. It seened Spock had been replaced. I
could sense the change fron the texture of the nessage.
Connunicating intuitively is like touching and feeling an exquisite tapestry
vhen conpared to our nornal neans of connunication. It vas so nuch nore
vibrant than any of the senses ve hunans typically use in touching, hearing,
seeing, tasting and snelling. All these are sensed in a one dinensional vorld
conpared to the richness of connunicating intuitively.
During the first conn at ny nev base, I noticed the texture of the "tapestry"
had changed. Before, vhen conn'ing vith Spock, I had nothing to conpare
his tapestry vith because it vas ny first and only grey contact. I had cone to
expect every conn to be the sane. This one vas quite different.
As soon as I had logged into ny reporting vindov, I gave the go-ahead for
the first of nany conns I vould receive fron the grey contact I called
"Bones." (The irony of the nicknane I had given to ny first PPD contact did
not so readily apply to this one. So vith no descriptive nane coning to nind, I
continued vith the Star Trek thene.)
I innediately sensed that this vas a different grey. As Bones vas about to
sign off I sent a conn, on the other plane, asking vhy ny contact had
changed. I vasn't sure if he just didn't receive ny conn before conpletely
signing off or he totally ignored it. But he vas gone.
After he signed off I tried to assess the differences betveen his conn and
Spock's. It vas like he had a different shape and texture to his tapestry. Spock
vas definitely nore rigid, vith his conns being nore punctuated and tighter
around the edges. Bones appeared to be nore "hunan" than Spock, in that his
enotions vere nore readily apparent. I couldn't help but vonder vhat eno-
tions their race vas capable of. I vas very intrigued and couldn't vait for ny
next conn. I vas also looking forvard to trying the higher plane, again, to see
vhat his reaction vould be; or if he even vould react.
ones' eveIaIions
After that first conn vith Bones, and realizing it vas a different grey I
vould be connunicating vith, I vas anxious to attenpt going to the higher
plane. Based on ny experiences vith Spock, I assuned he vould also be curi-
ous at ny ability to go to this other level.
I vas not nistaken. The very next conn cane a fev days after the first. I
vent to the other plane as soon as he vas finished vith the preanble. He asked
the identical question Spock asked, if I had intentionally svitched planes. I
ansvered to the affirnative; I had indeed done it on purpose. Bones innedi-
ately continued vith the nornal conn on the nornal plane as if nothing had
happened. I vas so pre-occupied vith his reaction that I don't think ny conn
reporting vas very accurate. Hov could he conpletely ignore it and go on? I
received the conn like nornal, not knoving vhat else to do.
As the conn cane to a close, instead of signing off like nornal, Bones
began to connunicate vith ne on the other plane once again. This took ne
by surprise, as I fully expected hin to sign off after the conn.
"What are your intentions by connunicating on this plane?" Bones asked,
being quite forvard in his question.
"I vas able to find this plane vhile conn'ing vith ny previous PPD con-
tact, quite by accident. It vas interesting to find there vas another level of
connunication, but I vas unable to fully explore connunicating on this plane
vith the previous PPD contact because I noved shortly thereafter. There vas
so nuch I vanted to ask hin. I thought I could ask you, nov that you are ny
contact. Would that be okay?" I asked.
"We have no preferences regarding connunicating on this level," he replied.
"Is that a yes or a no? I'n not clear on your ansver," I ansvered back, von-
dering vhat he neant by his last statenent.
"You are not clear on the ansver because you expect a different one," he said
enignatically.
I vasn't sure vhat he neant but I didn't care, I vas going to nove forvard.
"Hov cone I can conn vith you so infornally on this plane but not on the
other?" I vas intentionally asking the sane question I had asked Spock in order
to conpare ansvers.
"There are no specifications on the fornality of your connunication vith
us. It is true the lover plane is a plane used solely for the purposes of pre-exist-
ing connunication subjects, but I have never pursued non-pre-existing
conns vith you because there has never been a reason to do so."
That vas a great ansver, because it vas hov Spock ansvered the sane ques-
tion. Continuing vith the conparison, I asked, "Is connunicating on this
plane authorized?"
"There is no harn in this connunication," he said responding the sane vay
Spock had nonths earlier.
ot vanting to cover too nuch of the sane ground as I did vith Spock, I
tried to think of other things to ask. Because of ny ovn personal needs at the
tine, the nost profound thing I could think of vas, "Do you elininate vaste
like ve do?"
I could svear that if they vere capable of laughter, I could "hear" it in the
background. I could sense a bubble in our connunication like I had never
experienced before. Was it laughter? I don't knov, but it night have been.
"Yes, 118, ve have that need as vell, but not in the sane nanner," he
ansvered back vithout any enbarrassnent or any other enotions that ve as
hunans vould feel if asked the sane question.
With that, he signed off.
Cur first higher plane conn vent snoothly I thought. Bones vas just as
abrupt as Spock - vhen he vanted to end connunication, he ended it. There
vere no fornalities like ve have...i.e., "Well, gotta run, you take care...etc." I
vould receive "end of conn" and connunications vould cease.
Cver the course of 10 nonths at PPD Base #2, I received over 75 conns
fron Bones. During that tine ve connunicated on the higher plane on
nunerous occasions. What I learned fron Bones during that tine frane does-
n't cone back to ne in a neatly packaged chronological order. I renenber the
things I learned fron Bones nore as a gradual progression of knovledge that
built upon itself over tine.
I nust also say that I don't profess to have learned a great deal of earth shat-
tering revelations fron ny conns vith these "people." I vas able to glean
sone infornation over the tine period I conn'ed vith then but I didn't learn
as nuch as I vould have liked. When you're naking up a story, like so nany
people out there vho clain to have "channeled" or spoken to aliens, you have
creative license to cone up vith as nuch stuff as you need to fill your book.
(To clarify; I don't consider nyself to be a channeler. The vay I understand it,
channeling is vhen a person takes on the identity of the person, or entity, they
are trying to contact.) Lnfortunately, I didn't receive an encyclopedia of infor-
nation like so nany others.
I've taken the liberty of consolidating sone of the things I renenber dis-
cussing vith Bones, in no particular order:
1ime
I learned that tine, as ve knov it, does not have the sane neaning for
then. They still age as ve do, but they are not as bound by the physics of tine
as ve currently are. Cf course, this vould be an obvious assunption for any-
one vho follovs any anount of science fiction. I have alvays been fascinated
vith tine, therefore it vas one question I asked on nultiple occasions. Their
neans of travel across vast distances is heavily dependent on the nanipulation
of tine but not as ve perceive it. I asked if they can travel through tine: for
exanple - can they go backvard or forvard in tine? He told ne that it vas not
possible to vitness a reality that occurred in sone other tine but the present.
In order to go back in tine, one nust assune that there exists a reference point
fron vhich to neasure backvard or forvard. This is an inpossibility.
Essentially, they veren't able to travel through tine but around tine and fron
tine. I never really understood vhat Bones neant by this.
eIigion
Being brought up in the Christian faith, I naturally had questions about the
neaning of faith and the institution of religion in general. Cne question I
renenber quite clearly vas vhen I asked if they had a soul. As vas usually the
case, his ansver vas quite curious. Perhaps soneone reading this vill be able
to understand it better than I. He said that any entity that realizes its ovn exis-
tence has intellect and therefore nust have a soul. We have been created fron
the sane oneness (ny interpretation), and out of that creation cane intellect
and non-intellect. These are the only forns of life in the universe. We vere
both (then and us), along vith nany others, a part of the intellectual aspect of
creation.
When I asked if there vas a God, he ansvered that it vas not his place to
ansver that question. But he said sonething like "the question you ask ansvers
itself." It vas all kind of obscure to place any concrete neaning to. Based on
vhat he vas saying at the tine though, I do renenber coning to the conclu-
sion that there nust be a "God" that ve all shared.
How Iong Ihey've been visiIing
He said they have been visiting us (again, he used the tern vater-vessels or
sone such equivalent) for a very long tine. I really didn't understand the terns
he vas using for tine vhen describing to ne hov long they've been here, but
I renenber thinking it nust have been a long tine. He said they had visited
cultures fron tine to tine throughout our history. one of the direct contacts
they've initiated turned out vell. This is one of the reasons they are not "con-
non" (ny interpretation of another unfaniliar tern) visitors today. Hovever,
he said that it vas nuch easier to visit our people in the past than it is today.
They revealed thenselves on nany occasions in the past and even contributed
to certain societies and their technologies. They learned nuch fron the engag-
ing of other people. But since our technology has leap-frogged, the risk of
revealing thenselves on a vorldvide scale, at this tine, is not a vorthvhile
endeavor.
y ovn readings have led ne to believe they nost likely inpacted the
Incan, ayan and Egyptian societies. I think these vould be obvious assunp-
tions, if you knev aliens exist and visited past cultures. It is also very possible
that the lost continent of Atlantis is a rennant civilization that vas effected by
aliens. I never asked this question, although nov I vish I had.
InIerbreeding
I stunbled upon a piece of infornation during one conn but I can't quite
renenber vhat the line of conversation vas about. I do renenber thinking
that they had interbred vith hunans at one tine. aybe it vas another species
of aliens... I can't renenber. But I feel it is quite possible there are people liv-
ing today that are descendants of "inter-terrestrial" parings. y suspicions are,
if this is true, that the Basque people of the nountains betveen Spain and
Irance are the nost likely candidates in the search for their progeny. I have
read that the Basque language has no identifiable roots and that they are also
genetically different than all other hunans on the planet. As far as I can tell,
fron the scientific connunity, they are a hunan anonaly. This could explain
vhy.
OIher inIeIIigenI Iife
According to Bones, there is a vast nunber of other "intelligences" in the
Lniverse. I got the feeling vhen I asked this that he felt it vas a dunb ques-
tion.
5exes
I had asked at one tine if they had tvo sexes like ve do. The ansver vas
yes. It seens they procreate as vell, but not in the sane nanner. I didn't go
any further in ny questioning, and he didn't volunteer any nore infornation.
Mode of IraveI
When he ansvered this question, I didn't understand half of vhat he vas
telling ne and couldn't translate it if I did. What little I got fron the conversa-
tion vas that they sonehov use tine and electronagnetic energy as a source of
propulsion. (There vere tines vhen I regretted not listening nore closely in
Physics 101.)
Life span
Their life span is sinilar to ours but I vas not able to understand the tine
neasurenents he vas using. I alvays had a hard tine understanding any aspect
of tine vhen it vas discussed in reference to a tinetable. Bones nade ne
understand that their life spans are sinilar to ours, perhaps even shorter.
Fnergy
When asked about energy and vhat forn of it they use, he didn't nention
their energy source but did speak about our energy sources. He told ne that
our sun vas very unique and that soneday ve vould understand hov it really
vorked and hov ve could utilize the sane nethods they use but on a snaller
scale. He said our scientists have just begun to understand hov the sun can be
used as a source of energy for our future needs.
ProjecI Preserve DesIiny
When queried on this subject, Bones vould alnost alvays sign off. There
vere tvo occasions he didn't though. Cnce he ansvered the question of hov
nany countries vere involved vith it. His ansver vas less than exact but it vas
an ansver. He said, "nore than one."
The other question vas concerning the future event that I had been told this
vhole project vas about. He said only that "the Earth is in its geological infan-
cy and that ve should expect nuch change." With that he signed off. What did
he nean by this? Was it just a ruse, and the project vas for sonething else? I'll
probably never knov.
Noise canceIIaIion IechnoIogy
So vhat did ny run in vith the vhite van have to do vith anything? I asked
Bones about noise cancellation and the significance of sane. This vas one of
the topics I never received an ansver for. I thought it quite odd that he vould
either not ansver or sign off every tine I asked about this topic. Cf course, by
reacting this vay, I becane even nore intrigued than if he vould have given
ne a sinple ansver and noved on.
To this day I still vonder vhat noise cancellation has to do vith PPD. I have
done nuch reading on the subject over the past fev years (since the vhite van
incident) and have cone up vith sone interesting infornation, but nothing
necessarily linking it to PPD.
If taken to its extrene, noise cancellation has nunerous nilitary applica-
tions. Sone forvard thinking physicist nay even be able to correlate it vith
propulsion sonehov. oise cancellation vorks on the principle of negative
phase theory. If you analyze the frequency of the noise you vant to elininate,
deternine its discreet phase angles at a very high data rate, you can generate an
identical frequency calculated to be 180 degrees out of phase vith the original
frequency. If you nix the tvo frequencies together in a process called "hetero-
dyning" you get 180 - 180 ~ 0. Cf course, I've sunnarized this explanation for
the sake of sinplicity. It is ny theory that the governnent is vorking on this
type of technology and is eons ahead of the civilian noise cancellation vorld in
terns of advances. Again, if taken to the extrene, this technology can go
beyond the original uses of sinply canceling an unvanted noise. Light is also
nade up of electronagnetic energy and has a frequency. What if a person could
control the cancellation of light at vill? Think of the inplications if a country
had full use of this ability. I'n not a physicist, but I can tell you that the uses of
this technology are innunerable.
y final conclusion on the vhite van, after nuch thought, is this; as you
have learned in this book, grey projects are alvays hidden behind black proj-
ects. While I vas attending PPD school, Captain White told ne that I vouldn't
be briefed on the black project that cloaked PPD there at the school, because I
vouldn't be vorking on its nission and therefore had no need-to-knov. So it
is ny contention that the black project located there had sonething to do vith
noise cancellation and perhaps had no tangible connection to PPD at all. Cr,
naybe it did have sonething to do vith it.
Regardless, I'n anxious to knov nore about this technology - hopefully any
advanced applications relating to this technology vill filter its vay dovn to the
consuner narket soneday. Iascinating stuff! eanvhile, I'n buying stock in
that conpany!
AbducIion DaIa
y conns started to change over the period of tine I vas at PPD Base #2.
It vas alnost as if it vas another step I vas taking in ny progression as an IC.
The data started to becone nore pictorial in nature. I reported an abundance
of launch data innediately after launches of the Arianne, Shuttle and other
nation's rocket prograns. I renenber one launch in particular. There had been
a nalfunction during the launch vhich ended up destroying the vehicle.
During the conn I received folloving that launch, I could actually "see" vhere
the nalfunction had occurred but I couldn't report it because I didn't knov
hov to describe vhat I vas seeing. It vas quite odd. I sinply reported vhat I
could translate into vords. I'n sure if they vould have shovn ne pictures, I
could have pointed out vhere it nalfunctioned. I did report at the end of the
conn that I had received nental inages of the nalfunction but vas unable to
describe it. Evidently it vasn't inportant enough to follov up on, because I
never heard anything about it later.
But it vasn't until I vas at PPD Base #2 for 8 or 9 nonths that I started to
receive infornation that vas, on the face of it, startling to ne.
Within about 5 nonths of ny arrival I had been noved into a nanagenent
position pertaining to ny non-PPD duties and, as such, vas vorking a day
schedule. I had access to the sane conputer netvork that I had prior to ny
pronotion so I could just as easily, if not nore privately, access ny PPD
reporting vindov fron ny nev desk. This nev vork schedule nade for a
nore routine conns reporting schedule as vell. Evidently, sonebody vas
avare of this because I began to receive ny conns during the day only.
It vas 3 or 4 nonths after ny positional pronotion that I received vhat
appeared to be ny first abduction related conn. These conns vould begin
like all other conns; the sending of the nornal preanble infornation contain-
ing ny identifying code of 118 and the five digit "zipcode" nunber. But the
rest of the conn vas conpletely different. There vould be other itens in the
conn including such things as "potentiality for recall", "residual pain level",
"nerve response", "body nornalization" and other nore obscure things I can't
recall because they nade no sense. y first abduction conn included a lati-
tude/longitude coordinate that I later looked up to find that it corresponded to
the panhandle of Ilorida.
As I look back on it, I could see a gradual progression of hov the conns vere
being reported to ne. At PPD Base #1, alnost vithout exception, the official
conns I reported vere in sone sort of code residing in a long string of nun-
bers. As I noved to ny next base, the conns began to be nore descriptive in
nature, vith the reporting of the launching events, along vith other inage-
based data. But nov, they had taken one nore step in the evolution. I vould
not describe the nevest conns as particularly visual, hovever. This inforna-
tion translated nore fron a "spoken" context but, nonetheless, vere altogether
disturbing to report.
The ratings assigned to each category I reported seened to be on a scale of
1-100. What frustrated ne vas I had no idea vhich vas the upper end of the
scale and vhich vas the lover.
Belov is an exanple of vhat the report of an abduction conn vould look
like if the typing on the screen vould have been visible;
118/Z357/8ubject100Z3Z0Z03/40107/0430/
Potent!al!tyforRecall7Z/Res!dualPa!nZ1/MerveResponseCurve3/8odyM
ormal!zat!on7/03835M14503L///
After receiving the first fev conns containing this infornation, I could see
that the fornat vas standardized. I began to report the categories by using the
initials of the terns such as "PIR" for potentiality for recall... etc. The "subject"
field vould alvays contain an 11 digit nunber and the field after that vas obvi-
ously the date of the abduction. I say that because nost tines it vould not cor-
respond to the actual date I received the conn but a date several days earlier.
The date vould vary betveen one to three days prior to the date of the report.
The next field, I believe, vas the tine the abduction took place (according to
vhat tine zone, I don't knov) folloved by the individual explanation fields.
The last field vas obviously the latitude and longitude of the abduction.
This tine I looked up sone of the coordinates because I had access to naps
in ny vorkcenter. Cn three separate occasions I looked the locations up and I
discovered one corresponded to the panhandle of Ilorida, another to upstate
ev York and the other to Wisconsin. Based on ny faniliarity vith vorldvide
lat/longs at the tine, though, I could tell that every one of the abduction sce-
narios that I reported took place vithin the continental LS.
I finally cane to the conclusion, after reporting over 20 apparent abduction
scenarios, that I vanted no part of the progran any longer. Although I had no
reason to believe anyone vas being naliciously harned, I did get a feeling that
the abductions I vas reporting vere part of sone sort of higher calling and the
feelings of the people involved took a back seat to that calling. I couldn't help
but think about ny nother and vhat she possibly vent through during the
genetic nanagenent phase of PPD.
iIIerness Grows
Because of the things I began to report regarding the abduction scenarios, I
started to question vhy this vas happening.
The beginning of the end started one day after I had reported a conn vith
the usual abduction sequences. I sat there at ny desk looking at ny conputer
screen, after reporting a conn, vondering vhat I vas doing. I suddenly didn't
have enough infornation anynore. I vanted to knov nore and ny level of
anxiety about it all vas beginning to rise dranatically. When I vas first indoc-
trinated into the progran, I vas so ave struck vith everything I vas learning I
didn't question anything. But nov, tvo and half years later, I vas no longer
intinidated by ny superiors nor the elusive nature of the classification of the
project itself.
I began to feel bitter. The bitterness began a fev nonths after I had started
to receive conns fron Bones. It hit a sharp incline vhen I began to receive
the abduction conns and nov it hit a crescendo. I vas tired of being suppos-
edly so inportant because of ny abilities, yet treated like an underling vith no
need-to-knov. I think I vould not have begun to feel this vay if I had sone-
hov been nade a part of the vhole process - if I vould have been nade avare
of the reasons for everything. Why the abduction data? Why had everything
been passed in code, nostly, until nov? I had so nany questions and I vasn't
getting any ansvers. I suddenly vanted to tell everything I knev to everyone. I
felt like a butterfly trying to break out of the confines of the ugly old cocoon. I
had been cooped up in this classified cage for too long and I vanted to cone
clean. People had a right to knov vhat vas going on. And if they shouldn't
knov, then tell ne vhy they shouldn't knov. It vas very frustrating.
I knev as long as I stayed in the nilitary, ny feelings of loneliness vould
persist and nost likely get nuch vorse. It had affected ny personal life drasti-
cally. I had slovly built a vall around nyself over the past tvo and half years
because I feared getting close to anyone. I had even sacrificed ny love life all
this tine because I feared beconing involved vith soneone and coning to a
point in the future of telling then about ny experiences and then rejecting ne
because either they vouldn't believe ne or, vorse yet, think I vas a freak.
So I put in for an early discharge through ny organizational, non-PPD, chain
of connand. At the tine, the Air Iorce vas letting people receive early dis-
charges in select career fields in an attenpt to drav dovn the nunber of per-
sonnel. There had been others vho had received an early out in ny career
field, so I thought I had a slight chance. At the tine, ve vere experiencing a
nassive drav dovn of all the arned forces.
A fev veeks vent by and I vas inforned that ny request vas denied. I
asked ny non-PPD connander vhy and he told ne that I vas in a critically
nanned career field and they veren't letting anyone out.
I knev ny next step vould be fruitless but I tried it anyvay. In a vay I'n
glad, because it provided the catalyst for ny eventual discharge in a round-a-
bout vay.
I sent an e-nail nessage to ny PPD connander. In the nessage, I asked if
there vas any vay I could receive an early out discharge.
Within the hour I had received an e-nail back, sunnarily denying ny
request.
So I sent a nessage back, asking vhy. He cane back vith the sane ansver I
had received fron ny other connander, that ny career field vas a shortage
career field and that it vould be inpossible to let ne out.
But this tine, vithin the text of the nessage, he asked ne vhy I vanted out.
I told hin I no longer felt that the Air Iorce vas vhat I vanted in life and that
I vas anxious to pursue a career as a civilian. I preferred to get out nov instead
of vaiting for ny enlistnent to be up in ovenber of 1997.
Then cane the nessage that set ne off and solidified ny resolve to get out
at all costs.
He sent a nessage back saying that since I had been officially indoctrinated into
PPD, it vould be inpossible for ne to get out, even vhen ny current enlist-
nent cane to an end.
This absolutely threv ne for a loop. I had never heard of such a thing. I
sent back a nessage asking for clarification because it sounded like he neant I
vouldn't be able to get out until soneone else said so, regardless of vhat I
vanted and vhen ny enlistnent vas over.
"Correct," cane the reply.
I vas beside nyself vith anger. What he vas saying, essentially, vas that I
vas stuck indefinitely - even if ny enlistnent vere to end on its ovn accord.
Hov could they do that? I couldn't believe vhat I vas hearing. I felt like an
aninal that had just been cornered - so I did vhat anyone vould do vhen cor-
nered - I resolved to cone out svinging. I vent hone that night, plotting ny
next strategy. I vas going to get out of the nilitary nov, cone hell or high
vater. They vere finished controlling ny life. I'n convinced that if he hadn't
nade ne so angry, I vould have perhaps calned dovn and at least stayed for
the rest of ny enlistnent. (Even though, according to Captain Gregory, I
vouldn't have been able to get out even then.)
I knev that vhatever I did I had to do it through non-PPD channels. I cane
up vith just such a plan.
Discharge
Tovards the end of ny involvenent vith PPD, I noticed Bones vas reacting
a bit differently. It vas at this tine that I vondered if he sonehov knev of ny
intentions of getting out of the project. I had alvays assuned they vere not
able to read ny nind, because I couldn't read theirs. It's only after I looked
back on this that I question if they had been able to read ny nind the vhole
tine. It nakes ne uneasy to think they could have.
The vay I obtained ny discharge is not a secret. Anyone can look into ny
nilitary record and see the reason enblazoned on ny discharge papers. But
certain self-incrinination legalities prevent ne fron discussing it here.
Anyone vho has a dire need to rid thenselves of the nilitary can use this
nethod, but I don't advise it. It has left an indelible nark on ne and I regret
being forced to use such drastic neasures.
Hovever, I knev this vas the only nethod I could use that vould con-
pletely shut out the authority of ny PPD chain of connand. Indeed, upon
turning in the papervork that eventually led to ny discharge, I innediately
stopped receiving conns and I vas never contacted by anyone in the PPD
chain of connand again. It vas as if I had dropped off the face of the earth.
Cf course, by being cut off fron the PPD nission, I had acconplished vhat
I had set out to do. But unfortunately, I couldn't stop the ball fron rolling by
the tine PPD vrote ne off. The course had been laid and I vas destined for
discharge. Even if I had vanted to stop it at that point, I couldn't.
As I look back on ny overall nilitary experience, I can't help but vonder
"vhat if?". What if I had never been indoctrinated into PPD? What if I had
never re-enlisted to accept that cross-training into Electronic Intelligence?
What if I had told then, vhile I vas in aryland, that I didn't vant to be a
part of this PPD and to leave ne alone?
I think of these things because I niss sone aspects of ny nilitary experi-
ence. The one thing I'll never niss, though, is being a part of PPD and vhat-
ever the ultinate goal is - sinister or othervise.
I only vish I could have continued an othervise vonderful career of vhich
I vas extrenely proud. I niss serving ny country and being a part of the nost
sophisticated and vell trained nilitary in the vorld.
ProIogue
When I look back on ny life, there are things that happened that nake ne
vonder if they vere related to ny ultinate role as an intuitive connunicator
vhile in the Lnited States Air Iorce.
I'll begin vith ny nother. When she vas a snall girl, I believe around 5 or 6
years old, she had an accident that seriously effected her reproductive organs. I
believe this is significant to the story because the doctors told her during her
first pregnancy that the odds of her being able to carry a child to full tern vere
astrononical. Indeed, she eventually endured nany niscarriages in her quest
to have children. When she becane pregnant vith ne, the doctors told her the
sane thing regarding the likelihood of ny survival. uch to the anazenent of
the doctors at the tine, ny birth vas quite nornal vith no conplications. Cf
course, one healthy child anong nunerous niscarriages is not unprecedented.
But in light of vhat I knov nov, ny survival nust have been the result of
intervention coinciding vith the genetic nanagenent procedures that she and I
vere being subjected to at the tine. I have never spoken to ny nother about
any of this to date and she has never nentioned any unusual events during the
early 60's. I haven't broached the subject vith her because of the possible reac-
tions she nay have in hearing the story. It devastates ne to think she nay not
believe ne. The afternath of such a discussion nay effect our relationship for
the rest of our lives. I hope, soneday, to feel confortable enough to talk about
it vith her.
There have also been events throughout ny life that nay also have involved
sone sort of intervention. I realize it's quite easy to junp to the conclusion
that the aliens vere behind it all. So I caution the reader: I only vrite of these
things because they nay be related to the overall story.
When I vas 7 years old, a friend and I had clinbed onto the roof of a neigh-
boring garage. Iron vhere ve stood on the edge of the roof, I'd estinate the
ground to have been approxinately 25 feet belov. We had been reaching out to
pick valnuts off the tree groving next to the garage vhen the branch I vas
using for support snapped and I vent tunbling to the ground. I renenber a
large source of energy conpletely taking over ny body during the fall. What
nakes the incident stand out to the connon onlooker, though, vas that I fell
25 feet and landed on a concrete slab, directly on ny back. I innediately got
up and cried fron the shock of it all, but I don't renenber feeling any pain.
Intervention? I'll probably never knov.
When I vas 10 or 11 years old, ny fanily nanaged horse boarding stables in
Yuba City, CA. Cne of our boarders vas an SR-71 pilot, ajor Roberts. He
vas stationed at nearby Beale Air Iorce Base. Beale vas hone to the SR-71 at
the tine. ajor Roberts vas the person responsible for planting in ne the
desire to join the LSAI. He vould bring his daughter to the stables and vatch
her ride vhile ve talked by the fence of the arena. He vould tell ne hov great
it vas being in the LSAI, and that I vould surely be a pilot just like hin
soneday. This, of course, has no neaning by itself. But later, during ny years
vith PPD, I surnised that the SR-71 progran vas one of the first black nis-
sions to hide a grey project.
During the SR-71's early years, its classification level put it in the black cate-
gory and therefore vas a prine candidate to try out this nev nethod of hiding
grey prograns behind the cloak of secrecy it provided. Captain White had
alluded to this transition in grey security during ny indoctrination. Was ajor
Roberts part of PPD? Did he knov of ny abilities and vas therefore planting
the seed for ne to join the LSAI once I becane of age? I'n sure I'll never
knov. I do knov that it vas due to hin and his vondrous tales of hov great it
vas to be in the LSAI that I ended up enlisting right out of high school in
Septenber of 1982. Purposeful intervention or not, ny path vas set.
Lnfortunately, this story doesn't cone in a tight little package vith no ques-
tions left unansvered. I vish it did.
Cne thing I can say for sure is that I truly believe I vasn't told the vhole
story regarding ny role as an intuitive connunicator. I think you can probably
surnise the sane thing after reading the vhole story.
So vhat is the vhole story? That, I don't knov. Are ve in for a neteor strike
that vill leave the vorld electronagnetically linping so nuch that they vill
need the IC's abilities? Cnly tine vill tell.
I can only vrite vhat I experienced and hope that soneone out there nay
knov other things and through a cooperative effort, ve nay be able to put
sone of the pieces of the puzzle together.
I don't think there's a doubt in nost people's ninds that ve are, and have been
for a long tine, visited by aliens. And vhether you believe vhat I have docu-
nented in this book or not, the events that countless people are vitness to on a
daily basis throughout the vorld vill not change. I only hope that sone of the
light that I have been able to shed vill shine on the path ve are all heading
dovn in search of the ultinate truth. Can it be far off? I don't think so. The
harder ve search the nore difficult it vill becone for then. They cannot keep
things hidden forever.
o natter vhat religion you are, I believe you can see Jesus said it best in
atthev, Chapter 7, Verse 7 and 8 vhen He spoke in front of the nultitudes
during His fanous Sernon on the ount speech;
"Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be
opened unto you: Ior every one that asketh, receiveth; and to he that seeketh,
findeth; and to hin that knocketh, it shall be opened."
So if ve continue to ask, seek and knock ve vill nost surely find. Anen.