Four
Extraterrestrial Investigators
County Road 47 or Northfield Boulevard runs from Hampton, Minnesota to MN-3. It is a twelve mile two lane country road lined with scattered homes, farms and large fields. On a clear night, the stars are shimmering diamonds on a black velvet cloth.
Judy Clark continued to study me, looking for micro-facial clues to see if I was telling the truth.
“It was a clear and starry night,” I said quietly. “I was on County Road 47 driving about sixty.”
“What happened next?” Judy asked hastily.
“I remember I was listening to the Current. I’m going uphill when, to my right, I notice over a field, blue and green lights moving erratically,” I said recalling the moments before my abduction. “I thought it was a helicopter.”
“What kind of pattern?” Stephen asked. “It was up and down then it would zip in a straight line,” I responded.
“What about the lights?” Stephen asked as he took the lead asking questions while Judy studied me. “The lights pulsated,” I said. “The object had to be no higher than five hundred feet or less off the ground.”
Judy sat silently as she continued studying me. “I don’t know why, but I slowed to get a better look,” I said, experiencing the events again. “Suddenly the object stopped moving and hovered.”
“What happened next?” Stephen asked with great interest. “The lights disappeared,” I said as I looked at Judy giving her a clear view of my face.
“What do you mean ‘disappeared’?” she asked. “It was if a light switch was suddenly turned off,” I said leaning back in my chair. “Just as I started to pick up my speed again, my car stalled. I was able to pull over to the shoulder and quickly tried starting it, but it wouldn’t turn over. I tried to use my cell phone, but the battery was empty.”
“Was your phone charged?” Judy asked. “Yes,” I said quickly. “It was plugged into the USB port charging.”
“Did you notice any helicopters or other military vehicles in the area before, during and after the event?” asked Stephen. “No,” I said.
“What about the shape of the object?” Stephen asked with great interest. “The object was moving too fast to make out the shape,” I said.
“What about your car?” Judy asked. “It’s a 2012 Volkswagen Tiguan,” I replied. “It had been a month since the last service.”
“What happened next?” an excited Stephen asked. His thin face reminded me of my nephew on Christmas morning. “There was a high pitch deafening sound,” I said, rubbing my right temporal area. “Suddenly the blue and green lights returned then everything went white.”
I took a peek into Judy’s and Stephen’s mind. The young man was a believer, but Judy was still skeptical.
“The next thing I know, I’m strapped down to this cold table surrounded by three ash gray aliens with dark eyes. I’m shirtless and completely immobilized.”
“What about physical features?” Judy asked as she quickly recorded my account into her report. “May I have a pen and a piece of paper?” I asked. I could have probably shown her the exact appearance of the aliens, but didn’t want give them everything all at once.
Stephen slid a pen and piece of paper across the table. I quickly drew the best picture I could of the aliens. After giving the drawing to Stephen, I watched as his eye lit up. He then passed it to Judy who carefully looked over the drawing.
“It’s about the same as other descriptions of the grays,” said Judy nonchalantly. Looking at Judy, I asked, “Could we not used that term?”
“What term?” Judy asked passing the drawing to the Stephen. “Grays, let us not refer to them as grays. They have a name,” I said. Judy nodded then asked, “What about height?”
“They were two to three heads taller than me with skinny arms and hands that only had three fingers with an opposable thumb,” I said remembering my encounter in the white wall room.
“Then what?” asked Judy as she continued looking at the drawing. “The Vathian standing at my head told me not to worry,” I said. “He communicated this to me using telepathy or as he called it mind synchronization.”
“Vathian?” asked Judy with a bit of interest. Hopefully, her skepticism was fading.
“I told you they have a name. The alien at my head, Negu, said they were Vathian’s from Vathi,” I said, “in the Zeta Reticuli star system.” A smiling Stephen looked at Judy. “Did you say Zeta Reticuli?”
“Yeah, he said they were from the Zeta Reticuli star system,” I said. “That’s the same star system reported by Betty Hill and Marjorie Fish,” said an elated Stephen.
“Betty Hill along with her husband were abducted in 1961. Marjorie Fish was an amateur astronomer who designed the map of the Zeta Reticuli star system Betty Hill said she saw on the ship,” explained Stephen with excitement in his voice. He certainly seemed to enjoy his job.
“You said he,” said Judy in with great interest. “According to most reports, the grays are sexless. How do you know this particular gray was a male?”
I glared at Judy who quickly corrected herself by saying, “Aliens are sexless.”
“Empress Kellil told me the females of the coterie wore a band of midine around their neck,” I said, staring at Judy. Before I could say another word, she quickly said, “An empress. What empress?”
“Yes, Empress Kellil, their leader,” I said with a smile on my face. Things were going to get very interesting.