An ESE reader asks, "Are they among us?"

Cryptoterrestrials by Mac Tonnies


When you write about UFOs, you sometimes meet odd people.

I'll pause a moment to let you get over that shock.

The stories they want to tell you might be as mild as having seen a strange light in the sky to being as involved as a full-on abduction or even their prolonged communication with aliens. In the end they're just stories and as engrossing and entertaining as they might be to me, they lack any kind of solid evidence with which to verify them. So as you know from previous posts, I'm rather dismissive about such stories.

Little did I realize how much I'd backpedal on that stance when the wild story came from someone I know.

A former college classmate and follower of the blog contacted me. I'll call her "Claire" even though that's not her real name. She asked me if I knew anything about "aliens walking among us."

You mean have I met any? No. Not that I know of. I mean there's a few that the jury is still out on, but that's still nothing I can prove.

In all seriousness, Cryptoterresterials by Mac Tonnies (pictured above) is a great theoretical exploration of the notion and I recommended checking it out. Of course the research for my book on Dulce Base, however skeptical of the whole mythos I might be, also deals significantly with alien-human hybrids. Legend has it that the lower levels of that alien snuggery are involved in all manner of genetic experimentation, certain ones more hideous than others, but at least a few with the end goal creating "hybrids" that could masquerade among human society with little difficulty. Clandestine genetic experimentation of this kind supposedly has its genesis in a 1954 meeting between then-President Eisenhower and representatives of the Greys. As the lore goes, this meeting resulted in the Greada Treaty, where...

Yeah, it was right about there that Claire told me to cut to the chase. I asked what prompted the question. That's when she told me about her "encounter" in Hawaii.

While on vacation on the island of Oahu, Claire walked past a cluster of Asian monks having a conversation with one another in a hotel hallway. Bald heads, saffron robes, the whole package. This is not an especially odd occurrence in Hawaii, but one of the monks stood out to her. According to Claire's description, he was Caucasian, at least seven feet tall, and possessed of a prominent, square jawline and high cheek bones. Claire said that she had been reading about aliens hiding among us and began to wonder.

Wait a minute. Claire, you were never into this cool stuff back in college. Or if you were, you never told me. What gives?

Once more, she reminds me to stay on task. Right.

Anyway, Claire said that in her reading she came across the concept that alleged alien beings are highly telepathic. Thinking there was nothing to lose and that it might be fun, she clearly said the words "Welcome to Earth" in her mind.

To her shock, the Caucasian monk immediately ceased his conversation with the other monks and looked straight up at Claire.

She didn't quite know what to do. Except keep walking.

I must admit, I didn't know what to think. I mean, I've come across all manner of "I've had telepathic contact with aliens" claims. There are several sites dedicated to "the Arcturian Message", self-professed psychic mediums that say they are channeling messages from highly evolved beings that only want to help us out. I started to feel trepidation. Was Claire going to tell me that this odd-looking monk passed along a message of this sort to her?

"No," Claire said. "I had the impression that he was trying to blend in. To assimilate. But I also got the deep sense that he wasn't fully human. Related to us, but somehow...alien."

Here is where I become a victim of my own bias. In most any other case, I would politely and warmly tell the teller of the tale that I don't disbelieve them, but I'd need to see more evidence. Maybe their perception of what happened is somehow obscured. Perhaps he was genuinely odd in appearance, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Maybe the monk in question heard a noise somewhere down the hall and happened to look up at just that time or another similarly prosaic explanation?

But this is Claire. I have known her for 27 years now. She is a sweet woman whose word and integrity has always been beyond reproach. Never once have I known her to be prone to hyperbole. I had to wonder...could there be something to this?

Vallee, Keel, and Tonnies all more or less endorsed the idea that the UFO phenomena uses a "space people" facade as a masquerade. As Terence McKenna more eloquently put it: "We are part of a symbiotic relationship with something which disguises itself as an extraterrestrial invasion so as not to alarm us." Might there be other intelligences or entities of pure consciousness, adapting themselves to human perceptions and expectations, and sometimes mingling among us while other times walking out of silver saucers and looking like bug-eyed Greys? Are encounters with these beings frequently of the more subtle kind that Claire described rather than abductions or craft in the sky? Could Claire have seen a highly evolved being hanging out with Buddhist monks because they were closer to his own mental and spiritual level?

I am forced to consider it...and I honestly wouldn't be if the account hadn't come from someone I trust.

There are worse possible scenarios, of course. Somebody like David Icke might say that the odd monk was one of the shape-shifting Reptoid race in disguise. You see in 1934, there were all these caves and tunnels discovered underneath Los Angeles. These treasure-filled catacombs were constructed by Lizard People, an indigenous subterranean race who have existed alongside humanity but just out sight and...

Oh. Right, Claire. Off topic again.  


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