AUTHOR'S NOTE

"....It is a disturbing fact that the people of this planet have been living in a world of carefully engineered deceit for many thousands of years. It appears that the perpetrators of this deceit have left no stone unturned. Contrary to popular belief, as we move into a so-called 'new age of enlightment', their careful manipulation of science and technology has allowed this deceit to grow, not diminish. Perhaps my biggest personal disappointment was to discover that those responsible for much of this deception are the very ones who claim to be our mentors.

"This may sound a little confusing and far removed from the subject matter suggested by the cover of this book, especially to those readers who are novices to the world of UFOs and related information. Others, perhaps more experienced with or better informed on the subject, will know only too well that a great deal of information on UFOs and other equally controversial topics (such as alternative, cheap power-generation sources that should be available to us on this planet today) has not only been suppressed, but its existence has been totally denied. Moreover, anyone suggesting otherwise has been labeled a 'mad scientist', or worse.

"....In short, it's very difficult for me to know where to start, for this adventure (and I call it that in its purest form) is predominantly concerned with an interaction between a person born on this planet Earth and a group of people non born on this planet. I can only hope that, by the time you have finished reading the account of this interaction and its subsequent backwash upon my life, you will see that the subjects of suppressed information, UFOs and the evolution of the human race are so closely interrelated as to make their boundaries seem indistinguishable. To my way of thinking it is therefore inevitable that all these subjects should end up in the same book.

"The deception I mentioned before is so rife upon this planet that it means the only way we can be sure of finding the whole truth in any matter is to select our sources of information most carefully and/or draw our truth from personal experiences.

"This book represents just such a personal experience, and thus, at this point in time, it is my truth. I would never suggest that you adopt it as your own truth until you are as sure as I am of the facts presented."

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DEDICATION

Only the Poem is mentioned on Site.

COURAGE

 

"Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear, nor mountains heights where bitter joy can hear the sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate for dull-grey ugliness and pregnant hate, unless we dare the soul's dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay with courage to behold the restless day, and count it fair.

Amelia Earhart, 1927

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PREFACE:

THE AWAKENING

"I kept telling myself that with paper and ink I was never going to be able to give you the message as I received it; that the enormity of this interaction would be lost when laid flat on paper. So please bear with me in my struggle to do justice to this event.

"To start with, just believing that it could happen is a big enough hurdle - and I speak here of convincing myself! Thank goodness, there are clues all about me as to the authenticity of this message. The simple fact that the situation has started to change on this planet with regard to our self-awareness and concern for the environment is a clue in itself. It all appears to be connected with timing - but the point is, why now?

"....Throughout our very short, recorded history it would seem that every few thousand years we are visited by someone who tries their very best to show us how to clean up our act. I have little doubt that the form this person (or persons) will take next time around will be very much different from what we may have seen in the past. As it has indeed been 2,000 years since anything like this last happened on our planet, perhaps a visit of sorts is overdue.

"Now, with this next statement I am privileged to have a little inside information. Those in control of this planet (and I am not referring to governments here) seem to have an each-way bet amongst themselves on whether this visit will take place or not. Let me explain. Firstly, they fear such a visit will indeed eventuate, so they're trying to clean up as much of their mess as possible. Secondly, they are trying with all their might and stealth to prevent such a visit from occurring.

"There is more than enough proof, if you care to seek it out, that military forces from at least one major world power have been engaged in a clandestine war against one or more groups of off-planet visitors for quite a number of years. If all this sounds like sci-fi to you, read on, for I assure you it is not! What's more, this is one war from which we could well benefit if the "home team loses!

"During the approximate time of my interaction or contact, this planet was in the midst of a UFO flap of immense proportions. Many or even most of the craft involved in this flap were of triangular configuration.... possibly even pyramidal.... also reported to be able to change shape! The significance of this will be revealed as you read on, and will help to verify the authenticity of my account.

"In making this statement I should point out that I knew nothing of this UFO flap at the time, for news of it was being very carefully kept from the general public....

"....During the course of this narration you will have the opportunity to learn a little about a group of individuals wishing to share the residency of this planet with us. From my experiences with them, I cannot help but feel this would be to our overall advantage.

"You will also have the chance to learn a little of our own heritage, some of which you may find as amazing as I did....

"....In relating the details of my own experience, I hope I can somehow convey to you that the unknown need not to be something to be feared. Personally, I am looking forward to whatever the future has to offer the human race.

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INTRODUCTION:

THE HIDDEN REALITY

"There is much about this planet's history that has never been told. I do not speak here of yet-to-be-discovered historical facts, but only of material that is already known by a select few within our communities. Most of this knowledge has been carried through the ages and jealously guarded by the few secret sects that were privy to it from its inception, but these sects were not necessarily 'secret' at the time this information was first placed in their trust. The original intention was that this ancient knowledge would be shared with this planet's inheritors, en masse, when the trust-holders deemed it appropriate.

"The species slated for inheritance of this knowledge is known as Homo sapiens. For your information, Homo sapiens and the Cro-Magnon precursor species were artificially engineered!

"The final pieces of the Cro-Magnon jigsaw puzzle were put together approximately 70,000 years ago. This was not the first humanoid creature to walk planet Earth, but it was the first type ever to be constructed to act as a receiver or container so that a second 'bodiless' entity could cohabit with this humanoid form to experience physically through the actions of its host's solid outer-body form! You may recognize this entity if I refer to it as the soul or spirit.

"....All the knowledge that would ever be needed by this race, up until its next evolutionary step, was already present on the planet in the safekeeping of the trustees.

"These trust-holders have long since broken their vows to the givers of the knowledge.... Perhaps a day of reckoning is close at hand for the trustees. It may now be a little clearer to you as to why the secret sects or governors of our planet would prefer that the anticipated visit from the 'landlord' did not take place!

"....Some of this knowledge had been lost to us as a result of natural catastrophes over the many millennia that have passed since the information was first entrusted. Just as much has subsequently been discovered, more often than not by sheer accident.

"However, if any of this rediscoveries grossly affects profitability of business run by the ancient trust-holders' line of descendants (who have since become our behind-the-scenes governors), you can be sure it will be placed in some bottomless pit somewhere - to be remembered as just another suppressed invention, but only by the few who may have been lucky enough to see it before it was hidden from view.... It sickens me to know that so many inventions that would indeed ease the burden of pollution on this planet have been suppressed.

"....Perhaps our governors would care to clarify for me any doubts I may have - as they were only too keen to have me do for them. For instance, could they tell us what they really intended to do with the nuclear device or devices that they dispatched from our planet in April 1970 for use on our Moon? Perhaps they could also tell us what they are really doing when they test nuclear devices underground, for it is rapidly becoming general knowledge that such things as nuclear bombs would never be very practical if it came to all-out warfare.

"All I can suggest to you, the reader, is to seek out additional, alternative sources of information on these subjects. Whether the material is suppressed or not, if you search long enough and hard enough you will find much that will astound you. From my own experience, knowledge that must be hunted down holds more credence than knowledge obtained without effort. In any case, to include it all here would detract from my real reason for writing this book.

"You should realize, however, that the same forces that would deny us the knowledge of our heritage also are trying to deny us access to the truth regarding UFOs and off-planet visitors....

"This group of governors I speak of is not large but is all-powerful. I call them "The Dark Overlords", just to be dramatic and perhaps 'polite', for a true description would be unprintable. Their interwoven networks reach out worldwide, even to a quiet little place like New Zealand, the place I call home. If they have their ultimate way, they will soon be able to reach into our homes and our private lives whenever they choose.

"This can only happen if we allow it to happen - and we are! We have to stop living in fear. We must unite with our friends and protect each other....

"Finding concrete proof of this conspiracy is another matter....


From rare confrontation with people like myself, vital information sometimes escapes them. Much to their dismay they find that some of us cannot be bought or scared off.

"....The story I describe within this very book could easily have become just a little more suppressed information, lost to the world until those in authority considered it prudent for that information to be divulged - and that may be never! At least now, you can be the judge of whether or not it is worthy of further attention. I would hope that if you do think it worthy, you will relay what you find here to others.

"At this juncture, I owe you a brief description of the one who is making these startling allegations. To start with, pre-1989 I was no subversive - in fact, far from it. That portion of my life I had spent trying not to be noticed, and it seems that I succeeded! It was my good fortune to have been raised in an unpolluted area of this planet - a factor which could have had more bearing on my experience than even I realize.

"It was certainly an advantage to grow up with parents who were not regimental in their outlook of life.... I feel they gave me wings and I have used them, but I don't have a need to return to the nest whence I flew. I hope they take this as the compliment it is meant to be.

"....Until that day [of adventure] I couldn't have cared less or known less about the happenings I have outlined above. To me, a UFO was just that - a UFO; and everything I knew about the subject I could have fitted on this page with room to spare! The New World Order could have been a chain of grocery stores, for all I knew about it!

"....In February 1989, all that changed forever. The only really strange thing about this statement is that now I feel as if my life has just started and that this is what I meant to be doing all along!

"....I would like to explain a few points which you might otherwise find puzzling, particularly in reference to the dialogue you will encounter in this story. The conversations I relate are not necessarily to be taken as 'word-for-word' accounts. While I have done my best to record them, I have mostly conveyed just their general meanings.

"....As strange as it may sound, during conversations with my off-planet friends we hardly spoke any words (that is, words in a form we would recognize). We certainly didn't use the English language, but there is no language on this planet that can adequately compare to the one transmitted during the course of these conversations. Their outstanding telepathic communication system deserves further explanation, so I have devoted a separate section to it at the end of this book


(see Appendix 2). You may wish to read it first before proceeding with the story in the sequence presented.

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PART ONE


Chapter 1

TEN DAYS GO ASTRAY

"I used to love driving long distances. Driving a car is one of the few things I seem to have a natural talent for doing. In stating this, it is not my intention to be boastful, but simply to inform you that I feel very comfortable behind the wheel of a car - any car.

"....I do not usually have to pay much attention to the technical aspects of driving a motor vehicle. In other words, I have the tendency to daydream a little when I'm driving.... I have found this more likely to happen if the trip is one that is especially familiar to me.

"Upon further study, I now know this is not a totally uncommon phenomenon. Perhaps you have experienced it occasionally yourself. If so, try to imagine a similar feeling stretched out over a ten-day period. This may give you some idea of how I felt upon reaching my destination at the end of my 200-kilometre drive in the summer of 1989.

"Auckland City, a major metropolis in the northern region of my homeland, New Zealand, was my destination on that trip, while my starting point was a small but very popular tourist town called Rotorua. I had been living in Rotorua with my family for just over a year but had spent the rest of my life in or very close to Auckland City.

Views of Rotorua, left; Auckland City, right
 

"The Rotorua-Auckland drive should have taken three hours at the most - on any other day but the one in question, as it turned out. The fact ten days had somehow slipped by during the course of this journey was something I did not even realize at first, though it wasn't long before it became blatantly obvious to me.

"....I can remember that when I arrived in Auckland I was feeling extremely tired; my heart was racing and my mouth dry. If I didn't know better, I would say I had just run the marathon! As is understandable under the circumstances, my stomach had a knot in it the size of a cow! I had the feeling that this was not really happening to me. I was truly in a daze for some time, and nothing seemed quite 'real', as hard as that is to explain.

"Things seemed to [be] happening around me in slow motion, but that was only half of it. Crazy things were going on even days later - things like turning right at intersections when I should have been turning left. Because of this I was getting lost in the city - a place where I had spent the greater part of my life growing up. Smaller things, like not knowing in which hand to hold my knife or fork, and other coordination difficulties I dismissed in the end as just part of the overall side-effects of my marriage breakup. This went on for some considerable time, and I would have to say I am not altogether clear of it now. It was almost as if I had been turned inside out or back to front!

"Amongst the confusion of all the above manifesting itself upon me, I made the 'minor' discovery that the middle of February had now become the end of February.... I had left Rotorua on a Monday, so the following day in Auckland should have been a Tuesday. As it turned out, the following day was a Thursday! What had happened to the Tuesday and Wednesday? As I was investigating this puzzle I found that I was residing in the last week of February, which was impossible because it was only mid-February when I had left Rotorua on the Monday three days before! It appeared that I had lost not only Tuesday and Wednesday of one week, but the Tuesday and Wednesday of the previous week and all the ensuing days as well!

"....I could not explain how I had fed myself for those ten days. When I left Rotorua I had $100 in cash on me. Of that, I spent $40 putting fuel into my car, and I'm sure I still had all the rest, $60, in my pocket on arrival in Auckland. I did not use my Bankcard! I did not have ten days of bearded growth on my face, either! Where had I been and what had I been up to for those ten days? Why could I no longer tell my right from my left? Why had the clock in my car stopped working and why did it show the same time as my wristwatch which was also no longer operational? They had both stopped at approximately 10.30 am!

"....All this time, one particular phrase kept running through my head: "an interest in motor sport". What it was doing in there I did not know. I definitely have an interest in motor sport, but why should I remind myself of it? Surely I had more important things to think about?

"At that stage I had still not found a flat or place of my own and was staying with friends. Sleep was not easy to come by and I spent many a late night sitting up in bed reading.... One night, while searching a weekly newspaper for accommodation advertisements as much as anything else, I came across a section which contained ads from people looking for partners or friendly contacts....

"....I was skimming down the columns when one particular ad caught my eye. It read: "Interests include motor sport..." I got a funny sort of feeling deep down inside. I had to reply to this one! And so Gaewyn was introduced into my life. If I told you she has incredibly large, sky-blue eyes and is only a touch over five feet tall, it would probably not mean too much at this point in my narration, but I'm sure you will get the connection in good time.

"Finding a place to live was more difficult than I'd first thought, and right about then, as if in sympathy with me, my car decided that it, too, would go through a rough patch. Trouble had already started with the fuel injection system even before the trip up from Rotorua was over. I'd quickly had to deal with that problem, but over the next few weeks other problems appeared, mainly with hydraulic seals.... so I decided to sell it. As it turned out, this was my first in a long series of mistakes that would alter my life for ever more!

"Not long after selling the car, I had a rather mysterious and uninvited visit from two gentlemen who claimed they were scientists from the DSIR (Department of Scientific and Industrial Research).... Of all things they wanted to know where the car - and I - had been of late; whether it had been in an accident involving a power pole of high-voltage electrical fields, and whether any electronic welding had been done on it in the recent past. They even wanted to know if any one had worked on the fuel injection system recently....

"....To say they took me by surprise would be an understatement, and I could only answer no to most of their questions....

"....When I could tell them nothing that would satisfy their curiosity, their attitude changed markedly, and not for the better. They showed me a photo, supposedly of my former car's injection fuel-air mix circuity board but it was an exact mirror-image of what should have been fitted, or so they said...!

"....I was about to mention the odd things I'd been experiencing over those past few weeks.... when something within made me stop. No, this was not the time, and these were not the people to be discussing it with! I almost took a step back myself as this puzzling but dominant attitude took residence in my head. So I kept quiet about the unusual side effects I was experiencing - not to mention my most recent discovery that ten days had disappeared from my life on a 200-kilometre drive up from Rotorua...!

"....One of the two men had shown me a card with a duly-stamped DSIR or similar logo upon it. On the other side of his leather cardholder was a card with a very impressive seal or crest. It read as something along the lines of the "Royal Institute for International Affairs", as best I can remember. Since then I have discovered that such an institution does exist in Great Britain.

"....This particular man certainly spoke with an upper-class English accent. There was something about him, though, that grated on me, possibly because of the way he was almost speaking down to me. I'm not sure, but the feeling lingered long after they had gone.

"I have since found out that 'scientists' were probably the last thing these gentlemen were! However, I shall continue to refer to them as this because I have no other appropriate name or description for them.

"These two scientists promised to return.... I had visions of having to refund all the money to my recent buyer and having to take the car back, but I had already spent some of that money and could not replace it. If such a scenario were to take place, it would be somewhat embarrassing financially!

"....I decided to up stakes and leave.... If I had to move, I thought it best in this case to leave no forwarding address and to make it as difficult as possible for anyone to trace me....

"....The vibrations from the last encounter and interview were different from anything I had ever before experienced. There seemed to be something different about the way I perceived things. It was if I could see right through the false front put up by my visitors. Of course, at the time I had no idea it was a false front. I had always been a quite trusting person, so I found this newly acquired skill - or, rather instant distrust - a little bewildering.

"That feeling seemed to be more than justified when a few weeks later, to my surprise, the same two scientists appeared at my doorstep. This time they seemed even more sinister and much more insistent. I have no idea how they found me so quickly, but it troubled me to think that they could.

"....I told them there was nothing I could remember that would add to our previous discussion, and asked them to leave me alone. They gave me funny looks and left reluctantly.

"A day or two later I was sure my flat had been broken into.... a curious little crystal was missing - one of a pair that I found in my car after that very long trip up from Rotorua.... They were of the type known as iron pyrites, shaped like a cube or dice and the colour of gold. It may even be known to you as fool's gold.

".... On closer inspection, I realized that some of my papers were missing. Amongst them were some sketches and odd doodles I had been making lately....

Some of Alec's Sketches.... and "doodles" well before writing his book.

On the right above, the symbols of numbers, of which Alec speaks about on his "Appendix 2."
More Sketches on following pages.


"I think I should mention at this point that I have since read all about the mysterious 'men in black' who reportedly so often turn up after UFO sightings or similar events, and I would have to say that these fellows [my visitors 'scientists'] did not really seemed to fit the bill....

"The moving seemed to have worked this time. Weeks went by and my mystery men did not return.

"....But then I was having strange intrusions from a different source: a dream that would not go away. Not since I was a young boy had such a persistent dream haunted me. In the context of this adventure I was yet to find out that there is no such thing as coincidence.

"....But it was not the dream so much as the persistent night-time headaches.... When these headaches awakened me, I was always partway through the same dream.

"....Eventually, intrigued by the message that seemed to be contained in the dream, and with the consistent vivid reality of it all making me feel like I was really there, living in this 'other' world, I took to keeping notepaper by my bed.... A feeling of great loneliness encroached upon me.

"I was so disturbed and uncomfortable at night that in the end I asked Bob, the friend with whom I stayed on first moving up from Rotorua, if I could once again impose on his hospitality for a few days.... This worked up to a point, but the dream persisted....

"Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, I had amassed quite a stack of scribbling from my ongoing nightly episodes. then one night, out of the blue, I received an important new message which ended this sequence of dreams....

"....I felt I was free at last (at least at night I was), but strange things were still happening to me in a physical sense. If I chose to wear a wristwatch, its battery would go flat in just a few weeks. (This was still happening to a lesser degree even as recently as 1993.)

"....I had a distinct feeling from within that something was quite wrong, both medically and mentally. A subsequent medical test suggested nothing was amiss, apart from the fact that I had a slightly unusual blood type.

"....At home I played around with my scribbling from the dream, trying to make some sense out of them. There were a few clues that seemed to tie it to those lost ten days, but I was still far from putting all the pieces together. As with all dreams, it darted about and it was hard to find a common, consistent theme to it all.

"....One time soon afterwards.... it was as if someone else was guiding the pen: the gaps began to fill; the story started to flow and make sense. I could hardly believe what I was writing!

"This is how I believe my adventure began . . .

More sketches from Alec, below

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