Pleiadian Rescuer

by Benedict Stone

  Within three weeks of combined work in both Ufology and spiritualism, something strange happened, not to Archie personally, but rather to his wife and his brother. Lucy was still working for the Ambulance Service, and Jeff was a hospital porter. They were both working night shifts on the same night, but at different hospitals, the locations of which were approximately five miles apart. Archie had spent the evening meditating for quite some time, and he had been focusing on the UFO subject. During this session, he kept seeing something that he couldn’t explain. It was like there was a light that would get brighter and more prominent at specific points of the meditation. Eventually, he came to think that the light was trying to tell him something. He noticed the intensity change when he concentrated on specific things, such as questions he might ask during the sitting. Questions like “Are UFO’S real?” or “Are UFO’s alien in origin?” His intuition was telling him to pay attention to it, but even though he felt there could be something to it, he tried to push it from of his mind because he thought it was more likely to be the onset of a migraine. He’d had experienced visual disturbances similar to this before, usually as a precursor to a blinding headache. Usually, the disturbances took the form of a streak of light through his vision from left to right, a bit like horizontal lightning that only he could see.

  Eventually, after several hours of meditation, with the light glaring and not feeling the excruciating pain that he usually felt, he came to realise that there was more to this light than just a headache. The lightning Archie had experienced in the past was trying to tell him something, and the pain was the result of his not understanding it. During meditation, if he asked a question and received the light in response, then the answer would be YES, and if the light didn’t show, the answer was NO. He had to prove this to himself time and again before he put any true faith into it, but once he was convinced of what was happening, he never suffered a migraine, ever.

  It was at approximately 1 am on the night they both saw, what could only be described as a UFO. Jeff managed to snap a couple of photos of it on his mobile phone. They were blurry, and the object was obviously at high altitude. They were the typical can’t quite make it out UFO picture’s, but at least it was something to go on. However, Archie wouldn’t find out about this incident until three days later when Jeff phoned for a chat, during which he hesitantly said he had seen something weird in the sky while he was at work. But fearing that his brother would think he was a mental case, he wouldn’t elaborate any further, even when Archie pushed the subject.

  After the call, Archie was talking to Lucy about family matters, and he happened to mention what Jeff had told him, immediately she apologised, saying that she had meant to tell him that she had seen something similar but forgotten all about it. She said it was a light that didn’t act like a normal plane or helicopter, explaining that it behaved like a fly – zipping one way then the other but at incredible speeds. Her telling of the incident was free, she knew about her husband's research into the UFO phenomenon and was more than happy with relaying her tale. As he questioned her, he realised that this could well be the same object that Jeff had seen. It was also the same night that he had been meditating and first experienced the light. Was this coincidence? At this point in time, he hadn’t told either of them about his spiritual journey. In fact, he hadn’t revealed it to anyone, instead opting to keep it secret.

  Archie felt like he needed to speak to Jeff more about what he’d seen, but for some reason, he didn’t feel safe talking on the phone. He didn’t know why and couldn’t explain it, but he just felt that someone could be listening in. Instead, he made his way to Jeff’s house, where they discussed the incident at length.

  When the conversation started to die down, Archie told Jeff about Lucy’s sighting and a look of relief swept across Jeff’s face as he revealed that he had begun to think he was losing the plot. Once he realised that he wasn’t going to end up in some sort of institution, he went into the timings of the event, where he was at the time and the direction he was looking in when he saw the object.

  After leaving for home about 2 hours later, Archie kept going over what he had been told. There was nothing else for it, he would give it a day or so and speak to Jeff again to further confirm what he’d been told. Meanwhile, he would talk to Lucy and get some more details of timings, where she was exactly, and what direction she was looking in when the event took place.

  After an in-depth conversation, it appeared as though they had indeed seen the same thing in the night sky.

  A few days later, Archie spoke to his brother again, although this time, Jeff seemed more composed, and he was able to express a lot more detail about the event. The result of the conversation seemed to make it definitive – they had seen the same thing. Archie had already worked out the distances and angles from both of their respective positions that they were viewing it from, and he had even visited both sites and verified the angles with a map and compass. He was sure they had seen the same thing at the same time, on the same night – it all matched. The event itself lasted for three minutes before the object blinked out – which is exactly how they both described the end of the sighting.

  Was it a mere coincidence that the same night that he focused a meditation session on the subject of UFO’s, the two people closest to him both happen to see one? Could it just be circumstantial that their sightings had occurred on the same night he starts to see a light that seems to answer questions during meditation sessions? No, Archie didn’t believe that for a second. There seemed to be some sort of divinity involved – some kind of guidance to it all. He concluded that he was being pulled in a particular direction for some reason, but what or why he didn’t know. He only knew that he had a guiding light and that it was sending him somewhere – he just had to figure out why.

  There was one thing that he was sure of; fate was now the driving force in his life. He stopped believing in coincidence from then on, and this caused him to completely re-evaluate his life and the experiences he’d had through it. Did everything that had happened to him all happen by chance, or was there a reason for it all that went beyond his understanding?

  Through meditating on specific questions, Archie got some answers, but he couldn’t seem to find the right yes or no question to ask that would reveal the answer as to how it all linked together. The time he had spent working for the Ambulance Service had turned so bad, was to teach him patience and more importantly, to force him away from any Governmental influence, causing him to question and research everything the Government said and did. It also showed him how to keep his head in times of extreme stress and emergencies. The compulsion to follow the Buddhist philosophies was to open his mind to the fact that there was more to reality than he’d previously perceived. And the UFO research had spawned an entirely new era in his life that had absolutely opened him up to the probability of there being other intelligent life in the galaxy. He didn’t know how, but he knew that alien life existed, and he realised that if he knew about it, then the Governments of the world would know, which in turn meant that they had been lying to the world for a very long time.

  The conspiracy - there was no other word for it, but conspiracy - that had been perpetrated to hide the existence of alien life opened the door to different types of conspiracies and hidden agenda’s, such as the Illuminati and their New World Order. Chemtrails sprayed in the sky by planes as a means of geoengineering the planet. The Banking System, and a whole host of other theories. Hell, he even looked into religion, and he came to the same conclusion regarding them all; they were all mechanisms to control the world’s population. Although he knew there had to be one, he just couldn’t find a reason as to how it all fitted together. He decided to continue to do what he was doing, but with one exception – he would tell those close to him about the spiritual journey he was on.

  Six months later, during the height of summer, Archie and his family were having a meal at a local restaurant. The place was hot – sweltering, and the open
kitchen was bellowing heat as if he was standing before the gates of hell. It got to the point where he just couldn’t take it anymore, and with sweat pouring from his face, he decided to go outside for some relief and fresh air. His son insisted on tagging along, probably because he was bored more than anything else. The time was getting close to 9.45pm, the temperature outside was beginning to drop, and the light was starting to fade to full darkness.

  The fresh air was a welcome relief as Archie made his way into the beer garden. The night was clear with not a single cloud in the sky. The moon was full, and the stars were shining brightly. Behind him was a group of about twelve people enjoying a quiet drink after their meal. After a few minutes, Archie felt compelled to look into the sky, his son following suit as he did so. They both saw it at the same time; a bright light dancing around the blacker Eastern sky. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It manoeuvred in the same manner that Jeff and Lucy described during their sighting…moving from point to point in the blink of an eye as if it was a flying bug. There was a gasp from the table behind them as the group saw the same thing, and several people were saying “UFO – it’s a UFO!”

  Archie knew that they were right – it was a UFO. As quickly as it came, the light blinked out and was gone.

  From that point on, he made an even more significant effort to step up the spiritualism and as a result had more UFO experiences. It got to the extent that at one point, he felt as though he couldn’t go outside the front door without having a sighting.

  2

  2 Years Later

  London

  England

  It seemed to take hours to get all the kit ready to go, but then it didn’t help matters that when Archie moved on to a fishing lake, he liked to set up the proverbial home from home. It was the middle of winter, which meant that he would be taking more equipment than usual because he liked to be prepared for any eventuality – better to have something and not need it than to need it and not have it. The lake, situated in the West Midlands, England and was literally in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing around for miles - no towns, cities or any other form of civilisation, which was precisely why he’d chosen this place. Peace, quiet, and tranquillity… bliss.

  As well as all the usual fishing gear, Archie had decided to take an extensive medical kit which contained the usual stuff like bandages and space blankets, but it also had advanced equipment like Intravenous Fluids, heart stimulating drugs such as Epinephrine and Atropine. The pack also contained an Automated External Defibrillator. The AED was the machine that sent an electrical charge through a patient’s body to stop the heart from quivering at times of cardiac arrest. Usually, Archie wouldn’t take this kind of gear with him to go fishing, but while he was making an equipment list for the trip, he felt compelled to take it for some reason. Since discovering the guiding light, it hadn’t steered him wrong yet. So, trusting his intuition, he packed all the gear up for transport.

  Along with the first aid stuff, Archie had decided to take the survival pack from his hiking and mountaineering days as well. Quite why he would need this equipment, he didn’t know, but he took it all anyway.

  He also packed two tripods for his video and digital camera so that he could film or at least get some photos of his catches. He had been planning this trip for a while and wanted some photographic memories of it. Both of the cameras had interchangeable lenses for close and long-range shots. He also took a thermal imaging camera, or TIC, that he had borrowed from a friend that worked for a Search and Rescue team. He didn’t know why he’d need such a device, but that compulsion had got him again, and he knew better than to ignore it.

  He had more bait and lures than you could throw a stick at, and with all the kit crammed into the van, Archie set off for the venue. He would be driving through the night and should hopefully arrive at the lake just before dawn. He couldn’t wait to get there and set up.

  The journey itself was fairly mundane and uneventful, with one exception; Archie felt like he was being watched but couldn’t seem to find a source as to why. Pulling up next to the massive expanse of water, he decided to break the usual routine that he would employ when he arrived at a new fishing venue. For him, the norm would be to walk around the entire lake while looking to see if he could find any fish shoaling up and target those before setting up camp. But this water was immense, walking it would take ages, and he was dead tired from the long journey.

  He noticed that he could drive the van about halfway around the lake, which he did slowly, taking his time to find the right spot. The lake itself was lined with various trees and bushes, while the margins of the water contained plenty of reed beds. Every so often, there would be areas where the property owners had cut away the foliage to create swims that allowed anglers access to the water.

  He eventually stopped at a lovely looking horseshoe bay that had a small beach of compacted sand and mud. The area was situated down from the embankment, about 12 feet from the dirt road. The cove itself was lined with bushes, shrubs and evergreen trees, like conifers or ferns. Most of the other trees on the lake were barren, with no leaves or foliage, nothing but just bare branches. With the combination of the shape of the bay and the evergreens, it meant that the water here was shielded from the wind – it was flat calm and looked like a mirror. Perfect, he thought as he turned the engine off.

  Getting out of the van, he found a small path through the bushes that led down to the potential campsite. He couldn’t help but marvel at the frosty spider webs that were attached to the various shrubs and blades of grass. He imagined that the area was like a little city for the spiders, yet a death trap for any other insects. When he reached the water's edge, he realised just how fortunate he had been in finding this place. It was shielded from the elements more than he could have hoped.

  After having a good look around and finding his preferred spot, Archie made his way back up to the road to get his gear together. After he pulled what he needed from the back of the van, he turned away from the lake and noticed another large body of water approximately half a mile away. In fact, the entire area was littered with lakes and ponds of various sizes. It appeared that the place was faithful to the advert – the anglers heaven.

  He couldn’t see another single person, either fishing or in the surrounding area. Maybe he was the only one brave enough, or more likely, stupid enough to fish in this ridiculously cold weather, or perhaps everyone else knew something he didn’t. Either way, he was here now, and he wasn’t about to go home because of a little cold. Nope, there were fish to catch, and Archie was in for the long haul.

  Time was getting on, and at about 10 am, he knew it was time to crack on with putting the camp together. Having found a piece of flat ground about twenty yards back from the water’s edge and under the lip of the embankment, he set up the bivvy. That wasn’t too much of an issue, he’d used the thing so many times that he had become quite adept at erecting the tent in short order. As soon as he finished the last touches, he got the gas heater going inside, it was absolutely freezing. After he had set up his little home and got the heating on, he set up a second, smaller tent that would house the bait. He didn’t fancy having dead fish and maggots in his house for the week, that would really mess up his Feng Shua, and there was no way he could have that!

  With the two shelters and the bait squared away, he got all the gear he would need and put it outside the main bivvy while he set up his bed and sleeping bag so that it was ready for the night ahead. It didn’t take long, but with the homestead sorted, it was time to get on with why he was there… fishing.

  He managed to get his rods together reasonably quick and started working the water, trying to find the best place to put his baited hooks. Although he was there to fish for pike, he used a carp fishing tactic as he worked the water. He plumbed the depth of the water with a marker float at about a hundred yards range, directly in front of the swim. The idea is that the angler attached a free-running lead to the line before tying the mark
er float to the end. When it had been cast out, into the water, the weight would drag the float to the bottom. Once there, the angler would strip off, or payout, 12 inches of line at a time from the reel, and the buoyancy of the float would then pull the line through the eye of the free-running lead on the bottom of the lake, allowing the float to rise towards the surface one foot at a time. Meaning that if the angler stripped off line 10 times before he saw the float on the top of the water, that the depth of the water was 10 feet.

  After a few minutes of paying out line, the float bobbed to the surface. Archie was surprised at how deep it was. At nearly 35 feet, it was just too deep for what he had in mind. He wound the line in and recast to about fifty yards and feeling the lead to the bottom, he knew it had landed on gravel - perfect for bait presentation. After repeating the process of paying out the line, he found this area was around twenty-five feet deep – “That’ll do” he muttered to himself.

  Leaving the marker float in position, he made a note of a large tree on the opposite bank that lined up with the float, then he cast the other rod around it and found that the area was reasonably free of weed and other obstacles. Decision made; he would fish here.

  Now that he had the range, he put the line into the clip on the reel spool and wound it in. Laying the rod on the ground, he staked out two posts at a distance of the length of the rod. That way if he broke the line in the middle of the night, he knew that he could fix a rig to the end and use the posts to get the required distance by wrapping the line around the posts four and a half times and slotting the line into the reel clip. With that done, he measured out the second rod in the same manner before he cast the baited hooks either side of the marker float and felt them down to hit bottom and confirm they landed on the gravel. With each cast, he noted a landmark on the far bank to help with casting in the dark, something to line up with. By lining up with and aiming at the landmark and casting hard enough for the line to hit the clip on the spool, he should find the same spot every time. When he’d finished, he wound in the marker float and put it away, he didn’t need that anymore.