“Then what? What did they do?” Bennett asked.
“Horrible things,” Daniel said, for the first time avoiding the hosts’ gaze. “I was separated from the others and taken somewhere else where they stripped me naked, strapped me down onto a table, then spoke to me, telepathically. They said I’d been selected because of my ability to communicate with them through meditation. They said they’d come again to destroy our current government and take our resources.”
“You’re serious?” Bennett asked.
“Deadly. This is real,” Daniel looked not just serious but somber.
Bennett turned to Robbie. “You remember this?”
Robbie nodded. “Yes. We did the whole meditating thing, like normal. Then, I don’t know, a few minutes in, we saw several bright lights that got closer. Then…I don’t remember exactly, but it felt like something hit me on the side of the head. When we woke up, Daniel was maybe fifty feet away, putting his clothes back on.”
The audience gasped, at last getting that this might not be TV fantasy.
Daniel looked out at the audience, though we couldn’t see them. “Then we were returned to Earth. When I came to, I found myself, along with the others, on the ridge we’d been on in the beginning. My clothes were strewn about on the grass. We led everyone off the ridge and headed back to the ranch.”
“Sounds traumatizing,” Bennett said with some compassion, then turned to me. “Ben, you were watching the whole thing from the ranch?”
“Yes, I was controlling the social media feeds.”
“What did you think was happening?”
Daniel’s eyes were on me. I glanced at him for a second, then back to Bennett. “I saw what you just saw on the video. I was…Shocked.”
“I can imagine,” Bennett said. “And you’ve had your own abduction experience. Tell our viewers what happened to you.”
After I told my story in brief, Bennett asked me, “What did the aliens look like? Were they the same?”
“They were humanoid greys with small, dark eyes, no whites to their eyes…”
“The Proximians, same species,” Daniel clarified.
He looked at Daniel. “So for years you’ve been saying that the ETs are our friends and we should be communicating with them, but now you have completely reversed. You now feel you were wrong.”
“Yes, I was wrong, but now I am now awake which is why I’m here tonight—to get the word out, even if it puts me at risk.”
“At risk? What do you mean?” Bennett asked.
“There are parts of our government that want to keep me silent, but I need to warn the public. We must demand government action by all governments of Earth to disclose the threat that alien visitation means.”
“Why do you think they haven’t landed in force, like in the movies?”
Daniel sat forward in his chair. “That’s a good question, Gerald. They are intra-dimensional and can appear at will. I’ve always been right about that. The question is, how physical are they? Or are they attacking psychically?”
“They said they would return. To you, or should all of us be worried?”
“They didn’t say when. Tomorrow, next year—we don’t know yet. But their intentions are not good. They will experiment on us, and perhaps release an AI-run artificial virus to infect our brains and modify our DNA. You think previous infectious disease lockdowns were big—just wait and see what’s coming. This is why I’m getting the word out now.”
“And you’ve told the government about this?” Bennett asked.
“I’ve called my contacts. But like I said, not all of the government is open to making what’s going on public. I can’t emphasize this enough, Gerald; I need to warn as many people as possible. We are going to be doing a press release and social media campaign like we’ve never done before.”
Bennett was shaking his head in awe. “Incredible, Daniel.” He turned his attention to me. “Ben, you too were told you’d see them again.”
“Yes, they said they would come back for me.”
Bennett looked into the camera. “We’ll hear more from Daniel and Ben after the break.”
The break was a flurry of activities: makeup checking our sweat factor, lights and cameras being adjusted. Despite what Daniel was insinuating, it was TV as usual.
The red light on the camera lit up and the host was back at it. “I’m here with Daniel Byrne and Ben Davenport of the Proxima Foundation. Both claim, and have video to prove it, that aliens are visiting Earth and their intentions, they believe, are not friendly.”
Somberly, Bennett looked at me and then Daniel. “So what’s next? Are we going to be invaded? Are they going to blow up the White House? What can we do to prepare to defend ourselves, Daniel?”
Daniel looked into the camera. “We’re studying the problem right now. I’m serving as a special liaison to the US government and consultant to the UN. The Proxima Foundation will be offering an Alien Preparation Kit. It will be available for download at our website. All proceeds go right back into research.”
“What is in the Alien Preparation Kit?”
“An instruction manual, an infrared camera, and a spray.”
“An alien spray?” Bennett enjoyed a moment of levity.
“A repellent,” Daniel said without a sign of levity.
“Like for mosquitos? What is it made of?”
“Its ingredients are proprietary. We are wrapping up testing now. The infrared camera helps us to see them.”
An image of the kit flashed on the screen, its logo a red circle with a large alien head in the center. The alien spray was new to me.
Daniel went on. “Abductees are of use to them. They’ve been coming here for tens of thousands of years. Like scientists injecting monkey brains with human DNA and making them smarter, we too could be a lab experiment.”
“Like SIMs the video game,” I interjected lamely.
Daniel didn’t even glance at me. “They are interested in our evolution, watching our social behaviors, everything. Now I wonder: are they here to devolve us?”
“I assume the military and Department of Homeland Security now know about all of this.”
“I’ve been in touch with the government, yes. I just hope they take me seriously so as to take the proper precautions.”
“Well, Daniel, and Ben, this is a compelling story, and you have video, which now millions of people have watched. But you have your skeptics too, and David Ellis, editor of Cynic magazine, is one. I understand that you have a restraining order on him.”
“David Ellis, like other so-called cynics, is a jealous person. I’m not a psychologist, but it seems that he may have some deep-rooted issues. I don’t know what else to say, and I won’t say any more, for legal reasons,” Daniel said.
Bennett obviously could say a little more.
“A few years ago, Ellis challenged you to a televised debate right here on 60 Minutes, and asked if you’d be willing to take a polygraph test. Would either of you be willing to take a polygraph test now? To prove to us that this is real, or that at least you believe it to be real,” Bennett asked.
Daniel nodded. “Sure, I’d be willing to take one, under controlled conditions.”
“How about you, Ben?”
Famous abductees had undergone polygraphs tests in the past—Travis Walton, Whitley Strieber. “Sure,” I said.
“Any chance for peaceful co-existence with the Proximians?”
Daniel paused. “I wish there was, but no, there isn’t.”
“Wow, Daniel and Robbie and Ben, this is incredible. You’ve all been through a lot and have awakened to the true intentions of these aliens. I want to thank you for sharing your story with us.”
“Thank you, Gerald,” Daniel said, smiling into the camera.
After the show, Spencer returned to his family while Mike, Daniel, and I had beers in the hotel bar. We clinked our together and Daniel announced, “Now the world knows about what has happened. This is big.”
I
nodded. “How many people do you think will watch this?”
“Twenty million,” Daniel said, placing his hand on my shoulder. “You’re famous now. You’ll probably be getting a lot of calls.”
I wasn’t looking forward to that. “Are you serious about doing the polygraphs?”
Daniel took a sip of his beer. “Sure, but it’s not necessary. We have a preponderance of evidence. We just have to keep getting the word out.”
I wanted to ask Daniel about David Ellis, but I was afraid he’d become irate. Later in my room, I did an Internet search for Ellis. I listened to a few podcasts where he argued against theories of pre-Ice Age advanced civilizations, Big Foot, and alien presence on Earth. According to Wikipedia, the white-haired middle-aged publisher had a Master’s degree in history and had been adjunct faculty at the University of Oregon. He seemed to have been quite a celebrity up until three years ago, apparently when the Byrnes got the restraining order on him. There were a few references to articles he’d done about Daniel Byrne and the Proxima Foundation, but the articles themselves were gone, wiped clean from the Internet. Cynic magazine published print versions up to about three years ago, but apparently their finances tanked after the Byrne’s lawsuit. I found an image of a cover whose headline read, “Here We Go Again: Cosmic Guru Lures Followers, and Their Wallets, to Mountain Top.”
David Ellis was clearly Daniel’s nemesis, and although Nadine and Daniel were successful at muzzling him with a restraining order, he still seemed to be under Daniel’s skin. I didn’t see any jealousy of Daniel, just disbelief.
25: Psychotronic
Somewhere between LA and Bakersfield, Jonathan Mahue called. Mike glanced at me in the rearview. I spoke as softly as I could. Jonathan said he’d seen me on 60 Minutes and had intended to call me weeks ago but was too busy being a father and husband. I asked him if he ever got around to looking into the iM4ET app.
“I did, and I looked at the code. It’s really strange: the app seems to have the ability to access the transmitter on phones. I can’t really tell what it’s doing.”
“What does that mean exactly?”
“It means the app can be controlled remotely to transmit signals at variable frequencies. I’ve seen this only a couple times in special engineering applications that require FCC approval. I’m just not sure why this kind of app would need such a feature. Do you have any idea why?”
“It’s supposed to detect the presence of alien craft. Maybe they designed it to transmit a beacon or something. But accessing the transmitter…Can the transmitted frequencies be harmful?”
“In theory, yes. I have no way to tell how much power it can transmit with the equipment I have. You’d need a specialized lab. There are limits to how much energy it can transmit, though; the FCC regulates it—specific absorption rate or the SAR, it’s a measure of how hot your brain becomes when using a phone. Your phone transmits when you call someone, but someone else controlling that feature, maybe at high energy levels…I wouldn’t want to be too close to a cell tower, either.”
“Cancer risk?”
“Not just that. All kinds of studies prove that electromagnetic frequencies are harmful to the human body—mess with brain frequencies, sleep, tweak DNA—those kinds of things. Remember all the conspiracy stuff about the 5G rollout? There’s real science behind millimeter waves. Why would they use the SAR if there wasn’t an effect on the body? To cut to the chase, Ben, if it was my phone, I’d uninstall that app immediately. I’ve never heard of these developers—Such and Such LLC. Any idea who they are?”
Daniel looked back at me from the passenger’s seat. “Everything okay, Ben?”
I nodded. “Just talking to a friend who saw us on TV last night.” I rolled my eyes, to show just how annoyed I was by my newfound celebrity.
Daniel returned his eyes to the road. I resumed but spoke softer than before. “Jonathan, I think the primary developer subcontracts the development out, but I’m not sure.”
“Might make sense to figure out who exactly they are,” Jonathan said. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Thanks for telling me about this.”
“No problem, my friend. Interesting times we’re in, and it looks like you are right in the middle of the whole UFO thing. It’s getting crazy with the preppers here—the toilet paper is flying off the shelves. You really think aliens are coming? Government hasn’t acknowledged it yet.”
“I don’t know. I really don’t, but there is definitely something going on.”
I ended the call and tried to make sense of why did the Proxima Foundation’s app had access to the phone’s transmitter. How did it get approved? Was the app causing my headaches? Was it messing with my mind, maybe causing hallucinations? Was this why I felt better when I wasn’t around my phone or when it was powered off?
I thought about Jonathan’s question about if I believe the aliens are coming. I had said I don’t know spontaneously, which made me think that this was my real thought about Daniel’s alien arrival, regardless of what I said under the bright lights of live TV the night before. One thing was for sure; Something had happened to me on the ridge, and my perception of reality had been altered since.
We stopped for lunch at a truck stop. After we got our sandwiches, I took the opportunity to ask Daniel about the iM4ET app.
“You mentioned on the show that you’ve been working on updating the iM4ET app. When will it be ready?”
“The developers are working on it. They should have it done in a couple days, and we’ll get it up on the app stores by the end of the month.”
“Who are the developers? Do you trust them?”
“Yes. It’s the same developer company we used before. They’re building the new app to my specifications. Petulli is helping, too, as are a few other experts I know. Nadine handles the contracts with the developer. I can’t think of their name at the moment. Nadine has taken care of everything.”
Of course. Nadine was in charge of the business side of everything.
Mike had his eyes on me. Only half-joking, he said, “He’s sounding like a reporter again.”
I plowed ahead. “How do we know that all of the people who downloaded the iM4ET app have removed it or received the software update? If someone didn’t get your message or is in an area without a network connection, aren’t they at risk of calling in the Proximians?”
“The auto-update should take care of it, Ben. That’s what the developers told me when I asked them the same question.” Daniel turned to look at me. “Are you worried?”
“Maybe a little,” I said, noticing Mike still had his eyes on me.
“Well, that’s another good reason why we need to get in as many conferences and radio shows as possible, and as soon as possible,” Daniel said. “And let’s get those updates on social media tonight. Got it, Ben?”
“Sure thing,” I said, sitting back, wondering if I could find out about the app developer from Nadine. My concern about its transmission effects on me was increasing. I wanted answers.
Before sunset, we stopped for the night outside Portland. After dinner, I went online in my room’s Wi-Fi, not for social media updates, but to research mobile phones and mind control. I found an article published by MIT on psychotronics, directed energy technology for sending beams of electromagnetic energy directly to people's brains and bodies for purposes of control. In the 1970s, the Soviet Union tested “radiosleep” whereby an entire military unit was induced into sleep by directed radio waves. The US Department of Defense tested a similar system during the First Gulf War in the early 1990s to command thousands of Iraqi forces to surrender. I found a reference to something called “voice-to-skull” technology tested by the US Army, and the US patent for it. US Representative Denis Kucinich had introduced HR2977 in 2001 to force the President to engage in negotiations to ban psychotronic weapons. Nothing had come of it. Interestingly, Kucinich claimed to have witnessed a UFO above the Puyallup River near Mount Rainier in the early 1980s. His politica
l career had basically ended after he came out about it during a presidential debate in 2008.
An article in Scientific American about how low-level radiation from cell phones could alter brain waves and thus behavior struck a chord. Several studies showed that electromagnetic fields emitted by GSM mobile phones, under experimental conditions, impacted working memory, slowed response times to tasks, and even impacted short-term memory. Another study from 2008 showed that cell phone radiation would not only disrupt brain-wave patterns during a phone call but for a long time after a phone was shut off.
I turned my smartphone off and decided to get one of those pre-paid flip phones that didn’t have any apps on them.
I discovered EMF shielding hats—the “tin foil hats”—curtains and other materials to line your home with to keep radio waves out. A couple studies stated that the shielding hats actually worked. I got onto Amazon and found one called DefenderShield EMF Radiation Protection Beanie. The description said it could block up to 99% of wireless EMF & 5G radiation up to 10 GHz. The reviews were 4.5 stars. I ordered one to be shipped to an Amazon Locker in town. I also ordered some xylitol gum and a three-pack of Hanes boxer briefs too.
Exhausted from our day on the road, I reached for the light when the room’s phone rang. It was Nadine.
“Ben, why is your phone off? I’ve been trying to contact you.”
“The battery was low and I… I’m really sorry.”
“You need to keep it on, Ben, especially now with all that Daniel has going on. I also need you to be monitoring the social media feeds. That is an expectation for your employment with the Proxima Foundation. No slacking when on the road. Don’t let it happen again, okay?”
“I understand. I’m really sorry.”
Her voice softened. “Oh Ben, what am I going to do with you? You need to post what Daniel tells you to, every day. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am, I’ll make sure everything gets done.”
She knew I had the power off. How did she know? Probably because the phone wasn’t transmitting. Was that why she was so insistent that I keep it on all of the time? For tracking, or something even more sinister?
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