by Ric Carter
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CONTENTS:
Wednesday, 3 May 2000. Depart Forestville, heading east. CNET radio (910 AM, San Francisco) reports public Napster-Metallica fracas in San Mateo, huge unruly mobs prowling the streets of the northern outpost of Silicon Valley. I reluctantly avoid the brawl, continuing across the Sacramento Valley where the Interstate is jammed with vehicles piloted by mind-controlled clones. Over the Sierras across Donner Summit, site of ancient cannibalism [early mind-control?]; on into Reno for replenishment; thense southward to Yerington where I collapse with fatigue, drained by spirit-vampires.
Thursday, 4 May 2000.
It's clear that aliens and/or govt agents have once again sabotaged my vehicle system electronics - why? Past the immensity of Walker Lake; past the monstrous munitions depot/armory surrounding Hawthorne; past Luning [where I once observed a man walking his pet porcupine - photographic evidence forthcomning]; into Tonopah for replenishment - Sterno for heat, ice for cooling, highway-robbery petroleum. Heading southeast again, past the Tonopah Test Range, site of final semi-public flights of secret aircraft [Stealth Fighter, etc].
Strange infrastructure is being assembled at the Little A-Le-Inn [formerly Rachel Tavern]. Strange hominids are wandering about. The alleged UFO beacon is evident. Purportedly, the occasion is a promotion by Dreamworks Studios of the VCR/DVD release of their film GALAXY QUEST, to be marked by an alien costume contest, dedication of the UFO beacon, and an outdoor showing of the film - but what's the REAL story? Why the French, Spanish, Arab etc 'journalists' prowling about? Why so few spectators? Why the cheezy promotion? What's going on? Behind the A-Le-Inn is an old bus marked INTERNATIONAL UFO CENTER - what infests it? The satellite uplinks, the mind-altering lights, the apparent attempted abductions, the body alterations... the wind, the endless wind... Aargh! Down the road at the Area51 Research Center [A51RC], terrible tales are told of how the A-Le-Inn owners exploit and manipulate the rest of the community and anyone who ventures nearby. The A-Le-Inn is obviously financed by outside interests - why? The A-Le-Inn dispenses great gobs of disinformation and reportedly pirated trinkets; the A51RC provides real information and critical thought - and A51RC personel may not venture near the A-Le-Inn without fear of violence. The A-Le-Inn peons appear pleasant but... directed... Yet the mood turns ugly, late at night...
Friday, 5 May 2000.
The Great Planetary Alignment occurred overnight, yet the Earth still exists! Hail Eris! A Quebecois 'journalist' interviews me extensively - why was I so debriefed?
On the Black Mailbox: AUTOBAHN ACCESS - HTTP://RAHIM.NET and BUBBA STUMP and THE FROTH IS OUT THERE and DUCHOVNY RULES and RAVI LOVES ALIENS - USE THE FORCE and HYBRIDS RULE THE EARTH and much, much more. Further south: Groom Lake Road, then west to The Border of The Restricted Zone. Signs warn that Deadly Force may be used against me - I feel like I'm back at the old East German border, with guards aiming machineguns at me. A French-Arab 'photojournalist' intercepts me. Surveillance monitors follow my every move; Cammo Dude security operatives warn me off. I obtain images of a bus [with blackened windows] leaving Area 51, carrying... who? What? To where? I drive back across the huge valley, watched by gimlet eyes -- I see many pre-mutilated cattle -- and head for Tempiute Mountain east of Rachel to take refuge.. Sonic booms, contrails, and odd flying objects. The atmosphere is uneasy. Bright lights in the night. A constant electrical hum. The air seems so thin. Am I but a pre-abducted human?
Saturday, 6 May 2000.
Back to Rachel and the A51RC for more information, maps, tales... and an encounter with 'Rusty', who says he's hosting a national radio talk-show that night at the Little A-Le-Inn and invites me to be a guest.
Just north of Rachel I'm impelled to drive onto a dry lake bed - and become lost in the trackless wilderness, a maze of dead-ends among the salt shrubs. I search for escape for an hour, give up, radio for help - and am ignored. I'm on the radio for an hour, but my signals may be jammed - do the Cammo Dudes want to prevent me from revealing what I've seen? I drive the lakebed some more and fortuitously find the access road, make my escape. It was a close call... so, back up the ET Hwy, to Tonopah, and shelter... Sunday, 7 May 2000. I try to call home from Tonopah but the public phone system refuses to allow this - why? I replenish, then head north - past cyclopean ruins, ominous radio facilities, too many unmarked black vans - and finally break free, out into the open valleys of central Nevada. I traverse 'ghost' towns, mining towns - Belmont, Manhattan, Round Mountain, Austin - where human life somehow clings to barren outposts. Outside Austin I stop for the night in the lee of a great granite castle, a long-abandoned redoubt on the edge of nothingness. Heavy rainfall... Monday, 8 May 2000. I spend most of the day at the castle, transcribing my notes on mindcontrol and alien abductions and gamesmanship, then head west across more valleys and dry lakes, ending at an abandoned quarry near Fallon Naval Air Station, home of aerial combat. More booms... Tuesday, 9 May 2000. First thing in the morning, flights of A/H-18 Hornets surge overhead, heading towards Nellis AFB and Area 51. I've left just in time. Back to Reno and replenishment, over Donner Summit through a light blizzard, back across the Sierras and Sacramento Valley and Coast Ranges. It's been a week, exactly 1400 miles travelled, and I return with more questions than answers. My implant itches. [bzzt] Damn implant... |
This is a PRELIMINARY REPORT: Aliens and/or govt agents have sabotaged my image-transfer capabilities (and maybe my perceptions and memories) so it'll be a while before I post the pictures of this quest - the missile, the aliens, the UFO beacon, the Area 51 restricted xone, the Cammo Dudes (security), the Black Mailbox, etc. Please be patient.
I explore abandoned mindcontrol transmitters, probe radiation-monitoring equipment, view the bomb-shelter in the works across the road from 
I decline, fearing for my safety if I were to express my views there... so I depart Rachel, then feel compelled to return, but finally I break free.
Ric Carter, ric@sonic.net, www.sonic.net/~ric, copyright © by OTRSS