This still remains relevant so I’ll continue posting.
In this segment, our anonymous whistleblower from the City of London details his first experience with extraterrestrials and UFOs while a member of the British Navy.
In the course of his reminiscences, one of the matters he reveals was that the British military, as well as the American, were in contact with little Greys.
Our informant, in later segments, tells more about the other extraterrestrials he met during these years, who looked indistinguishable from terrestrials and were quite friendly.
Cape Wrath, Scotland
Anyway, these future weapons in themselves, I must say, were not remarkable. They are of the kind anyone could read about in the glossy monthly defence industry magazines. However, due to my combat experience I was sent to various weapon testing ranges in the UK, mostly at Cape Wrath in the North of Scotland.
My job, with many others of my rank, was to conduct range tracking exercises against aerial targets. At the time we were using development stage surveillance and fire control radars to see if we could detect and lock-up small very fast moving targets coming in from high altitude. We used a whole series of targets from fast jets to unmanned drones, to artillery shells.
On one occasion, during these range trials, I was on one weapons desk and a BAE civilian technician (in the military we called such civilian technicians, ‘Boffins’) was on another weapons desk with much different equipment. This time there was much more pre-exercise setting up than usual before the target run in.
So it was some time before we got the normal, ‘Range Clear, Start Recording’ to commence the exercise. My job, as always, was to get the best possible use out of the equipment for analysis.
This is where things started to get weird. The target, whatever it was, since I wasn’t told, was not detected on the equipment I was operating. However, the BAE technician, the ‘Boffin’, did ‘see’ the target on his equipment and was voice reporting target information. To cut a long story short: The target came in from an extremely high altitude, which I later deduced (time/speed/distance) had to be in excess of 200 miles, i.e., coming in from outside the earth atmosphere and at an incomprehensible velocity, and most certainly outside spectrum of the kit I was operating.
Now, this wasn’t some sort of UFO as the ground operators were actually talking, clearly, to someone inside the target throughout the exercise. Later the ‘Boffin’ said, “don’t worry, its one of ours!” I recall saying, “Thank f**k for that! because I didn’t see a Scooby!” He said, “Well, you were not meant to see anything and if you did, then we would have had some serious snags.”
Later, I thought, I had been engaged in a tracking exercise against a missile with an extremely low radar echoing area, launched from a platform in orbit. This was not so since, as I discovered, the target was most definitely piloted, manoeuvring, and came to an abrupt stop at the end of the range.
I instinctively knew better to ask anymore questions about this. Instead I was more resolved to see if I could pick the bloody thing up on my kit – as a matter of professional pride. I never managed to pick it up. We conducted several more runs against this type of target and it sounded as if there was more than one of them and not just the same target repeating the runs.
You will realise by now I am taking about something akin to what is termed ‘Black Projects’. The type of target that I was engaged against was apparently over 30 years in development and this is by the early 90’s; under joint project control by BAE and other well known defence contractors.
These ‘targets’ are known only to a select few; however, as I later discovered, that some officers, above the rank of Lieutenant Commander, have most definitely been briefed on them. As a career military officer I was witnessing war winning technology at work and was pleased we had this sort of kit in our armoury. But once more, things began to get a bit strange, and what follows still remains difficult for me to properly describe:
After the last Cape Wrath exercise (I did many) I was bussed down to Glasgow for the flight back down south to England. On the way to Glasgow the bus diverted to a place near the town of Ayr, on the West Scottish coast, about 30 odd miles from Glasgow.
There we were taken to room in an ordinary looking red sandstone tenement type building. Inside the room we were introduced to a group of uniformed people. The uniforms were black military looking flight suits with silver insignia on the collars.
These were silver bars, not unlike US military rank insignia. However, they were not from the US. They all spoke with crystal clear English accents. It soon donned on me that we were now in the company of the pilots of the same craft used in the range exercises – due to the ensuing discussions that took place, which was a kind of post exercise de-briefing.
The pilots were all relaxed, very friendly and radiated extremely good health. One of them, a very healthy looking middle aged man, took time with me to reassure me that all this was quite normal. He must have noticed that I was nervous and new to all this.
Also, in the same room were other people. These were young males and females, wearing some sort of uniform, but not the same uniforms as the pilots. They (I think?) wore blue coveralls, making what were clearly goodbyes to others (families?) who were present with them.
This ‘goodbye’ scene was actually quite emotional albeit quite surreal. The middle-aged pilot mentioned they were going up for spell. He pointed upwards with a finger as he said this. I was then given what I can only describe as an instant telepathic vision that I knew must have come from him.
This was a vivid description of the interior of a circular vehicle with the same people, the ones in the room making their goodbyes, sat inside the craft and whishing up through the atmosphere to dock with a massive structure in space – still with the earth in full view.
In this structure I briefly saw what I know to be Greys glancing at us and then completely ignoring us. He then said, “This is how we get around and everyone is a volunteer and no one is forced to do this.” He strongly emphasised this point. I must say that I felt this person, the middle-aged pilot, to be quite benevolent and understanding. He knew I was balking at the thought of going into space and seeing aliens and he understood this.
I had a kind of quasi-religious feeling from this man; he simply emanated complete understanding and care. I can’t remember how long we stayed there in the building, but I recall feeling very much at peace afterwards – as if it was indeed all was very normal, but knowing at the same time – it most certainly was not.
I went back to my normal naval duties with very little inclination of what I had witnessed was in any way fantastic. However, towards the end of my military career I became very stressed to the point of having a breakdown. I thought it was all the conflicts I had been through or my difficult personal life, but somewhere in my mind was this vision of this massive structure in space, vividly dreaming I was regularly going back there.
These dreams became very intrusive, but thankfully stopped some time ago. Together with this and the other knowledge I had – I knew my story was hopelessly and ridiculously unbelievable. How can anyone talk about such things? This is what upset me most: knowledge that I could not possibly talk to anyone about.
(To be continued)