The station had one of those bars they can lower to block the road and stop the cars, but the man standing at the station didn't seem to know that he was supposed to use it, or else he just didn't want to. A car was proceeding through as they pulled up to the man. Lou, her father, had never had any problem getting into Camp Bordon before, but this time was different. The man put his hand up to stop them, and walked over to the car. Tracy saw that he wasn't much taller than the top of their car because he hardly had to bend over to look inside. His shoulders were incredibly wide—almost out of proportion with the rest of his body. His hat didn't seem to fit him right—it appeared too big for his head. He was wearing dark sunglasses and when he bent over to look into the car, Tracy could see above them. She said his eyes were very strange—reminding her of Mongoloid eyes. They were large and shaped oddly.
The man asked her father to step out of the car and accompany him into the building. He spoke very softly with almost a female sounding voice. Lou pulled the car to the side of the road to let the traffic pass and went with the man into the station. There were two cars behind them—one was a military car, the other just a regular car. Both cars proceeded through without having to stop or be questioned. This guard seemed interested only in Lou, and both of them went inside the station. Tracy was left in the car by herself. The military car pulled over to the side of the road directly in front of their car and two men were in it talking back and forth. Tracy got out of the car and was at the side of the road playing with a woodchuck that had come right up to the car. She was amazed that the animal wasn't frightened of her. When she stopped playing with it, she walked up past the military car and could hear both men talking. When she approached it, both men shut up right away and just sat there in silence. She felt she was intruding and went back to the car. Her dad came back out and got in the car, and just at that moment the military car started up and drove away.
Tracy quizzed her father on what happened. He told her that the man had told him directions on how to get to their friend's house in the camp (directions that Lou already knew), but the man gave him the wrong directions! You would think if the man worked at the base he would know where the officer lived!! Lou said he talked and talked, but really about nothing, almost as if he was trying to hold him up. When they finally got going and drove into the camp, they saw the friend they were going to see, driving out. They had to make a U-turn and chase him out. As they went through the gate station again, the man was on the other side watching them leave. The gate station was pretty wide, and there were cars passing by the station unattended on the entrance side. It took them close to eight miles before they caught up with the man and he stopped. There was no time then to talk to him so they made another date to have him over their place in Stratford.
The man came down to Stratford and visited them, and Lou asked him about me getting into the radar room. He told them there should not be any problem—and he was sure I would get in. He promised to call and let him know. Days passed and he didn't call. Lou tried calling him, and got through—but nobody knows where he is. To date, they still haven't gotten ahold of him! No one knows where he is! I never got into the radar room, so I had to use whatever knowledge I could get from some of my members to write the scene. I think it turned out alright—but it could have been better if I could have gotten in to Camp Bordon.
Former Air Force Project Blue Book consultant, Dr. J. Allen Hynek noted during his interviews with various UFO witnesses, that many felt certain they were being followed, their mail was being opened, and their phone tapped by unknown forces.
An Astronomer's Valued Investigation
The late Dr. J. Allen Hynek by no stretch of the imagination could have been considered a crackpot. His credentials were respected even by skeptics, and furthermore he was employed for many years as a consultant to the United States Air Force to analyze data as part of their now defunct Project Blue Book.
A full-time astronomer who taught at several universities over the years, Hynek eventually formed the Center for UFO Studies in Evanston, Illinois, and even acted as special consultant to producer Steven Spielberg on the blockbuster motion picture Close Encounters of the Third Kind (he had a bit part in the movie also, right near the end of the film). It was Hynek, in fact, who derived the various "classifications" that helped place into separate categories the various types of sightings, landings and face-to-face contacts with UFOnauts.
One thing can be said for certain, and that is that Dr. Hynek was very "conservative" in his approach to UFOs. He would seldom go "out on a limb," nor was he prone to accept some of the far-out cases which may have intrigued his fellow associates. Hynek felt that investigating the "nuts and bolts" cases would best prove most helpful in convincing the scientific community that UFOs were worthy of consideration as a legitimate phenomenon.
Candidly in a number of conversations, however, he professed an avid interest in the more bizarre aspects of this intriguing subject. As his research took him further and further, he became convinced that some of the " hair-raising" tales told by witnesses might, indeed, have
a degree of basis in reality. In an article published some years ago in Playboy, Hynek admitted that he was genuinely puzzled by the stories often told by witnesses of their phone being tapped, or of being watched—sometimes on a regular basis—either by the "government" or by the occupants of the craft themselves. Hynek told the author of this book in an interview that he considered the MIB to be a "mighty big puzzle," mainly because "those experiences are damn hard to relate to!"
Reclining in his chair to get more comfortable, the astronomer started to relate several puzzling stories involving the "UFO Silencers" ...stories that he had run into personally during the course of his research. This is what he had to say....
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"The most recent 'Men in Black' case I am familiar with concerns Carlos Montiel, the young man whose plane was flying near Mexico City in May of 1976. Several weeks after his encounter the witness was supposed to appear on a TV show in Mexico to talk about what had happened. He never showed up at the studio. Carlos Montiel later claimed that his car had been forced off the road while he was driving to the station. A strange-looking man dressed in black clothing approached him and said it would be wise if he did not go on the show. The following Saturday, I interviewed him for two hours in my hotel room. As we concluded our conversation, Carlos promised to have breakfast with me on Monday morning. Again he pulled a 'no show' routine. Over the telephone that afternoon he explained how the same individual in black had again 'requested' he not meet with me. It was a 'better not or else,' sort of veiled threat.
"As for an explanation: We really don't know what the nature of these 'silencers' might be. It seems to belong, in many cases, in the category of a psychic occurrence, as some of these 'Men in Black' seem to be able to read the minds of witnesses, thus knowing what course of action they plan to take following their UFO encounter. Again, you're seeking answers and all I can give you is a problem."
But Hynek was not finished relating what he knew about the MIB as he continued on to tell us another tale.
"Now I'll tell you a whopper! Someone called the Center's 'Hot Line' in the middle of the night—got me out of bed. It was a police officer from a small town in Minnesota, where a localized flap had been going on since November [1975]. What he told me seems to fit in with these paranormal elements.
"It seems that a couple was riding down a highway toward town, when the man remembered he had to make a phone call. He swung his car into the driveway of a motel and proceeded to walk toward an outdoor phone booth. Just as he was about to open the door to the booth, a big black Cadillac pulled up in front of him, blocking his path. A man hopped out of the front seat and literally pushed the gentleman out of the way in an effort to get to the phone first. Miffed by this uncourteous action, the man drove down the highway until he came to a second roadside telephone. This time the mysterious black car nearly drove the fellow an
d his wife into a ditch. They narrowly escaped injury. As before, the big 'Caddy' came to a screeching halt, the front door flew open and out raced the same individual. His destination was the telephone. 'He just about took the dime out of my hand!' was the way he reported the incident.
"The story is not over...
"According to the police officer who called me, the identical format was followed a third time. By now the couple was burning mad. They chased the car down the highway trying to copy down the license plate number, which they were successful in doing. Suddenly—and this is where the whole episode gets eerie—before their eyes, the vehicle in front of them lifted up into the air and disappeared 'as if it had flown into another dimension'!
"Immediately, the confused couple contacted the police. The investigating officer—the lawman who called me—said his department verified the fact that this particular license plate number had been issued to a gentleman residing in a nearby town. When questioned, this individual refused to say whether or not he was involved in the episode. Eventually the officer impressed him with the fact that he might be charged with reckless driving if he didn't 'come clean.' With this, the man stated that he was a Jehovah's Witness and therefore could not tell a lie. The outcome was that he did not see the episode as a UFO experience but accepted it in the context of his religion. Normally he wouldn't bother to investigate this sort of thing, but somehow it just seems to fit in. I know there are many unanswered questions here, but we will just have to leave it as a cliff-hanger until a later date."
Christa Tiltons Personal MIB Encounters
In UFO circles today, Christa Tilton has become a key figure. This is due to her claims of having been abducted and examined by aliens, as well as possibly having been impregnated by an otherwordly force. Her story is a long and sometimes complex one, involving trips to an underground UFO base with its many levels and weird genetic experimentation which she observed while being escorted around by an alien "guide."
In may, indeed, seem like UFOs and ETs have attached themselves to this blonde-haired UFO percipient like a hive full of bees would to honey. The truth is, Christa can talk for hours about the things that have happened to her...things often so bizarre and "out of place" that it becomes difficult to categorize them at all properly.
Currently, Christa is busy working on a book about her experiences—it promises to be a doozie—and edits a journal called Crux (Box 906237, Tulsa, Oklahoma 74112), in which she keeps others posted on her UFO-related activities, as well as the stories of others which seem to confirm her tales of extraterrestrial intrigue.
As might be expected from this brief introduction, Christa has not gone unnoticed by the MIB. They have managed to keep tabs on her, to the point where she was nearly run off the road at least once. But, it's best if we let Christa go into the details herself, as she tells them so much better—and concise—than anyone else possibly could.
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In May of 1987, I was attending Tulsa Junior College. I had been accepted for a nursing course, but I had some prerequisite courses that I still had to take. I was taking an American History course at the south campus which is in a semi-rural, somewhat isolated area.
I should explain that at around this time several things were occurring in may life. I had begun seeing a person in Tulsa who was trying to help me come to grips with and acknowledge the fact that I was having abduction experiences. I was having problems, including sleeping.
I had been taking this night class in history at the south campus, plus another class in Pathogenic Microbiology at the downtown campus. There were only two classes being taught at the south campus the nights I attended. There was a psychology class next to our class and those were the only two on that basement floor. There were about 25 students in my class. I felt a little uncomfortable in that I was in my thirties and most everyone else was much younger. So I befriended a Pakistani woman in her late thirties. She and her husband had come to the United States and were getting their citizenship, and she was going through the same nursing program as I. So we exchanged phone numbers so we could share notes and use a buddy-system of studying.
One evening in May of 1987, while I was still taking history class, something happened to me at the south campus. This evening we were to take a difficult exam on the Civil War—not my thing! I was out in the hall cramming for this history exam with my book open and notes in hand. Everyone was either sitting in the classroom or standing there in the hall. I remember seeing my teacher coming down the hall. He commented, "You'd better be ready for this test!" "I am," I told him, trying not to look him in the eye. By then it was obvious to me that no matter how hard I studied, I just couldn't keep my mind on the answers. I noticed people were gathering for the psychology class next door. I was leaning up against the wall when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and there was the most unusual person I'd ever seen. He was tall and lanky and very scary looking!
He was wearing a dark brown suit. My grandfather used to wear one just like that. My first thought was, "Gee, how old-fashioned." The pants did not fit right. They came up too high on his ankles. He was wearing a thin black tie and a starched white shirt. He had Oriental-type features. I tried to pinpoint whether he was Japanese, Korean or what. His skin was olive-colored and it looked like he was wearing makeup to make his face look lighter. He appeared to be wearing eyeliner on his eyes, to accentuate his eyes. I do not know if he was trying to make them look larger or smaller. This person had powder all over his face. He had black hair, smeared back with greasy Brylcream stuff. It reminded me of a greasy monkey! Also his lips appeared to be reddened in some way. This fellow was my worst nightmare!
I looked forward to going back to Boynton Canyon, which is considered to be one of the vortex areas around Sedona. It's considered to be electromagnetic in nature. Some people go there and feel "charged" or energized; but it makes me feel very peaceful, very calm.
When we arrived, my friend Barbara decided to take one of the trails up in the canyon. She wanted to go up higher where it was sunny. I am allergic to sunlight so I told her I would go and sit under this tree by the road. I was only 15-20 feet from the paved road. I laid my blanket out and sat down to listen to my tapes that always calm me when some other hikers went by. I remember Barbara reiterating that I shouldn't leave without her. I wondered why she would even consider that possibility.
Just as I settled down, I heard a car engine on the paved road. My back was to the road. I realized that after many seconds had elapsed the driver of the car was not planning on turning the engine off. So I turned around. What I saw was the weirdest black car I had ever seen. I have never seen one like it. It reminded me of a car a queen would ride in. It was so shiny black, that you could see my reflection in it. Everything about this car was black. It was an older model of limousine, but not a stretch limo. The glass was completely black. The tires were black, no whitewalls. The car was a four-door. The back right- hand door opened and there was a man sitting in the back seat. He had sunglasses on and his hair was black and combed back. Instead of getting out of the car, he just sat there looking straight ahead. All of a sudden his head turned to the right and he looked at me. He stuck his arm out and motioned for me to follow them. His head turned around, almost robotically and then the door just shut on its own without his reaching to shut it. From what I could see it looked like everything in the back seat was black also. I had my camera around my neck and I felt like, "This is it!" I have to go and see what they wanted.
I definitely felt this had something to do with my abduction experiences. Maybe they placed that idea in my mind, but I don't know. I then screamed for Barbara to come and she yelled back for me to go on but to come back and pick her up in a few minutes. I then jumped into my own car, placed a tape in the recorder and pulled onto the road. The black car had driven to my right, which leads to a private compound at a dead-in. There was a guard station at the gate. I figured it was some type of retir
ement community, but the guard was wearing olive green. He looked military to me. He motioned for me to stop. I asked him where the black limo went. He said, "Lady, I don't know what you are talking about. I never saw any car like that." I knew the car had to have been seen because it would have been stopped by the same guard. Anyway, that scared me, so I turned the car around and decided to drive down about a mile to where there was a fork in the road. The road to the right was a dirt road that leads to the center of the canyon. The paved road leaves back into town. As I was driving, I was thinking that they probably passed me when I was calling to Barbara. Just at that moment, I reached the fork in the road and there was the black car. It was facing the right towards the dirt road.
Something told me not to drive up too close because I thought they were going to rape me. That is exactly what went through my mind. So I rolled up my window, but left just a crack so I could breathe.
It was very hot and the sweat was running down my whole body. I suddenly was riddled with fear! About that time I saw the same back door open up like before. This time I had a little different view into the car as I was sitting slightly back to the right rear of them, not exactly side-by-side. I could definitely see that there was a driver and another man in the back. They all looked the same—dark-haired. They were all wearing the same type of sunglasses. Their skin looked almost like concrete. They were expressionless. After sitting for a while it was obvious this guy wasn't getting out and I wasn't about to get out, so I just waited. I rolled my window down a couple of inches more and he turned his head to the side and said something like, "The time is all wrong." Then he rambled something about the topography of the area —about it not being suitable. I thought, "Now wait a minute. These guys must be part of' them'" and I gathered what he was telling me was that their craft was unable to land in that area. I wanted to ask him a question, when suddenly the back door closed and I would say they took off in a flash, because dirt was flying up everywhere.
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