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Chapter One
The Coming of Tan I was but seven years of age in November of 1953, when I first saw the strange lights above the river near my home in Northeastern Arkansas. At the time my family lived near the western bank of the Saint Francis River, which is one of the tributaries that feed into the Mississippi. The lights had appeared above the river for three nights straight at around the same time in the late night or early morning, coming closer with each successive visitation. On the third night the brilliant lights were close enough to our house to cast the glow of their presence onto the walls of my bedroom. It was on this third night that I decided to go out and investigate. Strangely, my two brothers, who shared the room with me, never awakened to witness the lights. Even when I tried to awaken them, I was never successful. Perhaps this was by design, because ordinarily I would not have been awake at that hour of the morning. There were four of the lights, and I had watched them, fascinated by their acrobatic displays. They would shoot across the starlit sky from the west and come to an immediate standstill above the river. Then slowly they would circle in a follow-the-leader manner. Or the fourth one would remain stationary while the smaller three circled it. After a time, the fourth light would disengage itself from its companions and descend, glowing ever larger, toward the treetops near the river. I could not detect any sound. The lights would often change in color and intensity from yellow to white, to red, green and shades of blue. And when they departed, they always buzzed the house, all four following in a row. It was on these occasions that I could feel the vibrations of their engines. The vibrations would grow in intensity as they passed over and diminish as they went away. They would circle back over the opposite direction, move away for a few miles and then just stop and shoot straight upward until they disappeared into the night sky. On the third night the lights were very close, and it seemed to land behind the trees less than a quarter mile from my home. I put on my jacket and went out. Having explored the river bank on many occasions, I was thoroughly familiar with that area. I was accompanied by faithful and fearless mixed breed dog, Brown Boy. We soon approached the spot where the ship had landed. Peeking through the bushes, I saw the saucer. It stood in a clearing suspended about twelve feet above the ground, and, though it was moored by three flexible legs, it slowly danced about, like a cork bobbing on water. Shortly, the ship pulsed pinkish, and I found myself focused in a light beam emanating from the ship. Out of the light strode two little people. They were dressed in shiny blue jump suits and wore bubble type helmets. I was only seven, but they were hardly as tall as me. My faithful dog, Brown Boy didn't make a sound of protest as the two beings took me by the arms and led me toward the ship. When we stepped directly beneath the saucer, there was a blinding white light, and the next thing I knew we were aboard. I found myself laying nude on some kind of table, similar to an operating table. I can now speak with clarity upon that first encounter because the memories were reawakened in me through hypnosis in early 1988 by the UFO author-researcher Barbara Simon, whom I had met shortly after my 27 December 1987 sighting over the Ozark mountains in Arkansas, during which time I managed to take several Polaroid photos of the craft, before being taken aboard for the fourth time. Since Barbara and I started those regressive hypnosis sessions, my memory of those past incidents has been returning to me with a flood of recall, so much so that it is no longer necessary to undergo the hypnotic sessions in order to key up my memory. Further, I've learned that the alien Tan told me on that last occasion that all of my memory would shortly return. Possibly engineered by my meeting with Barbara. Certainly a great number of things have transpired since our meeting to substantiate this belief. I will rehash these things in detail later in this book. When the little people first approached me on the river, I was momentarily terrified. My fear was the result of my not being able to physically resist when they laid hands upon me for the first time and by my inability to move my arms and legs as I lay on the examination table aboard the ship. The presence of a third and fourth alien, whom I later learned to be Stagyians, didn't help matters either. After we entered the craft, the two small aliens had removed their helmets, and I could now see them clearly from the waist up. The male was about four feet tall, and the female was a few inches shorter. In actual appearance, male and female differed just slightly in features. The heads were noticeably larger than normal in proportion to the body. The eyes were large, unblinking ovals. The male's eyes were a light to deep gold color, while the female's eyes were blue. The shades of their eyes tended to change depths, depending upon the light and perhaps the emotion. Their arms were long, the fingertips reaching almost to their knees. Their feet looked flat and kind of splayed. Their hands were long and delicate and had only three fingers and a thumb. The forefinger was longer than the middle finger. They had no outward ear flaps, but tiny holes where the ears should be. The nose had no cartilage and was almost flat against the profile. The mouth was thin-lipped and looked like a slit on the face. The teeth were tiny and uniform, like baby teeth. The chins were sharp and receding and gave the face an egg-like shape. The female's skin tone was a gray white, and the male's complexion was yellowish brown or golden. The skin colors also changed at times, not in basic color but in subtle tones. They did not look like dangerous monsters, but I could not call them cute either. They did not articulate with their mouths but communicated via telepathy. The actual physical examination was left to the Stagyians. I could see and feel their long spindly hands. Their touch was cold and clinical. As I've said, I could not move my body, but I could move my eyes and my head with effort. The Stagyians, by any stretch of the imagination, are very ugly creatures indeed. They stand nearly six feet tall and have dark red leather-like skin draped loosely over their skeletal-like frames. The head is long and prune-like, and the eyes are tiny, black and close set. Even aboard the craft, they both wore some kind of breathing device over their mouths, and at times you could hear their rapid shallow breathing. I was later to learn that the Stagyians, in spite of their physical appearance, are considered to be the Pacifists even among the aliens because of their ability to store and retain vast amounts of data and recall and disseminate the same. The Stagyians hold many scientific and other brainy positions among the Biaviians, with whom they are affiliated. I further learned that the Stagyians are the ones who perform most, if not all, of the physical examinations for the Biaviians on abductees. It is apparently the sight of these ugly but harmless beings that has caused many abductees to remain terrified of the experience, even though I am told that the Biaviians have never physically harmed an abductee, yet I can't truthfully make the same statement in regards to the Targs. The Stagyians also communicated via telepahty. However, I could never comprehend any of what they were saying. On the other hand, neither could the Biaviians understand the Stagyians except by replaying or filtering their transmissions through some kind of electroic devise. Strangely, I could hear and communicate with the Biaviians telepathically even as a child. Of course, they had to revert to English from their native tongue, if it can be called that. I was told that most human beings have the dormant ability to communicate telepathically, but it is more pronounced in some, especially the ones who still maintain a greater portion of the original Elohim gene. Apparently I'm one of the gene retainers, and telepathic intercourse with the aliens comes easily to me. During my physical examination, I was touched from head to foot, scanned with some kind of light probe that resembled a giant eye. The Stagyians may have taken hair samples, toe nail, skin scrapings and saliva from me. It was while I was on the table that I started to communicate with the Biaviians. Tan and Nela spoke to one another in words I couldn't understand as they stood near my feet, and I butted in to their conversation telepathically, saying something like: You better turn me loose, 'cause my daddy's got a big ole shotgun, and he'll shoot you with it. At which they both looked at me with interest. Then they started to converse with me in English. Tan said that they were not going to harm me but were obligated to momentarily restrain me because I was big and strong and might try to hurt them. Soon I got over my fear of them if not of the Stagyians and convinced them that I wouldn't harm them if they let me up. Initially I had called him a "big head Doodie dog", to which they looked at one another and repeated the phrase "BIK-ADE-DOOEY-DOK". They weren't familiar with the phrase or its meaning, and I didn't bother to explain it to them at the time. I cannot say exactly how long I remained on the examination table, but after a long while they allowed me to get up and move to a kind of translucent recliner. They didn't seem to be bothered by my nudity at all, and both Nela and Tan seemed to enjoy exploring my body with their hands. Their touch was cool but gentle. They seemed fascinated with my hands, my kinky hair and my sex organs. Even though I could move, my strength was greatly diminished. Tan stuck his finger in my mouth and ran the tip over my teeth, and I bit him slightly, to which he said, "Ooow", and snatched his hand away. I told him that it wasn't polite to put his finger in some one's mouth, and he said something about highly developed verbal resonance. They spoke to me on occasion and about me to one another on others. I could hear their exchange inside my head, not understanding them. After a while they stopped examining me and walked over to converse with the Stagyians. It was then that I started to take a good look at the circular room or flight deck. The dome of the room was completely transparent, and you could see out on a 160 degree radius, even though, depending upon your point of focus, the objects outside were distorted by the curve of the dome. I remember that when I was outside looking at the ship the dome had appeared a solid metallic. A console, banana or hot dog shaped, covered about a quarter of the room's outer circle. I didn't see any protruding buttons or levers or even dials on the console, just different spots of pulsing color. The ship was actually piloted by a robot, that is a metallic thing with arms that seemed to float about in front of the console. In the center of the room there was a round disk-like table on which were some neon configurations like a star chart. The exam table and other examining instruments had completely disappeared, and the Stagyians now stood near another console-like thing and seemed to be working. Presently Tan and Nela returned to me and pointed out of the dome. I saw the Earth small and shining in the distance, about the size of a golf ball, and the moon which was much larger. I could tell that we were going away out into the void of space, and I started to cry. The alien Tan touched my check and retrieved a teardrop, which he then rubbed upon his brow. He said, "Oh, Martin, I can experience your emotion, yet its meaning is lost unto me. It is well that I may once again relate to sensations long un-recalled. Do you understand?" But I didn't understand at the time. Over the years I have come to realize what he meant. Apparently the Biaviians, or certain Biaviians, are able to telepathically mesh or interface with certain humans to the extent of actually being able to experience all the earthly emotions and physical sensations that the human feels. I understand that this state of intimacy between the alien and the human is not a common occurrence but a rarity. Yet to actually feel the emotion is not necessarily to know its meaning or the nature of the emotion's logic. While numerous human beings could probably communicate telepathically with the Biaviians, few aliens and humans can achieve the symbiotic state of emotions transmutation. This is sad because I believe that if all the aliens could experience the emotional anguish that most humans go through upon abduction, they wouldn't have made so many mistakes, been so unfeeling or used the same techniques of contact. Over time I believe that I was able to communicate much of this to my alien friend. I also found that I could transmit some emotions to the female, Nela, but we never achieved the rapport that existed between me and Tan. She seemed more attuned to the sensations of joy, mirth and, perhaps, sensuality, while my occasional attempts at humor or joke telling seemed for the most part to be lost upon Tan. To this day, the little alien remains almost machine-like in his analytical reasoning, most of the time. Then he turned and pointed out into space and said, "Look, Martin". I looked and saw a brilliant comet shooting out through space and crossing the path of the other three saucers that accompanied us. I forgot my sadness as I watched the great comet. Then one of them said, "Martin, sing me the song". I guess that I had inwardly been singing a song that my mom wrote for me to sing in church, and I began to sing it with my mouth: I dreamed that the great Judgment morning, From the throne came a bright shining angel, And oh with a weeping and wailing. As I finished the song, the ship moved over near the fiery comet and then began to pace it. Suddenly the ship started to move in a clockwise fashion around the comet, and as we were doing so, the ship began to play the melody of my song. It sounded wonderful and was composed of flutes, trumpets and a host of other magnificent instruments, filling every octave with scores of melodious harmonies. I don't remember when the aliens dressed me in a fine blue robe or placed the clothlike blue slippers on my feet, but when I noticed myself again they were there. I saw that we were coming up to the planet Saturn with the great rings of ice and was told that the planet had twenty-three moons. The planet and its rings appeared to me to be devoid of color like a black and white photograph. Then as we passed one of the largest moons I saw it, shining like some great bejeweled egg upon the azure backgroung of the endless sky. "Behold, Martin", said Tan. "This the vessel of our origins". This was the first time that I laid eyes upon the great mothership. I was to visit it again on at least two future occasions, and it would take the contents of the latter visits to reawaken the memory of that first visit at seven years of age. Bear with me, dear reader. Chapter Two The Seven Intelligent Life Forms I left home and went out on my own in the big world at the age of fourteen and because regular employment was denied me at that age, I did what so many before me had done. I joined the migrant hordes that gathered the produce crops seasonally up and down the Eastern seaboard. I was always tall for my age, and my upbringing on the farm had conditioned me to hard work so it wasn't difficult for me to do a man's work. When I gave my age as being eighteen, it was rarely questioned. Among the migrants two new worlds were opened up to me. The factor of actually making money of my own and sex. My first sexual consummation was with a lady at least twice my age. She was about thirty. After finding out that I was indeed a virgin to the sensual arts, I became, for her, a most precious commodity and she sought, albeit unsuccessfully, to deny my prodigious attributes to other women. She attempted this in two ways, one by literally inundating me with sensual activity, and by whipping the living shit out of any other woman who got too close. It fascinated me to find myself the focus of so much feminine attention and made me aware of the rawest forms of human aggression concerning these matters. With the cunning and stealth of some obsessed pride of lionesse, the women succeeded in luring me away from my claimant and sampling my adolescent treasures. With equal stealth and complicity on my part, I might add. It further seems, though I wasn't aware of it at the time, that the women had discovered something extraordinary about me. If I perchanced to make love to a certain lady several times, this lady seemed to grow visibly younger. Of course, it may be reasoned, and with some justification, that a woman in love tends to feel and act younger. However, I've had a number of women show me and tell me of the disappearance of facial lines, wrinkles and the renewal of youthful skin texture, as well as the inner knowledge of past youth, etc. At that time such things were lost upon me, and I didn't put much stock in these revelations. However, I would find out the truth of them during my second visitation and time spent among the aliens at the age of eighteen in 1964. It is a fact that at the age of fifteen and sixteen I sometimes made love to eight or ten different women a day and was not unduly overtaxed in doing so, but even the novice Casanova must eventually reach his limitations. I found it expedient to literally escape my admirers after a time on many occasions. It was during one of my self-imposed spans of abstinence at the age of seventeen that I discovered that I possessed another more profitable talent, the art of fist fighting, bare knuckled fashion. At six feet two inches and 170 pounds, I became a most formidable and deadly foe in the timeless art of one-on-one combat. Because of my string bean physique and obvious youthful inexperience, the other fighter, being bigger and older, was always the odds on favorite, thereby giving me and my trainer, Big Manuel, an opportunity to make good money. With all due modesty, I can say that during the year and a half of my pugilistic career I never lost a fight, but these victories were not all won without paying a price, and I still have the scars to prove it. In October of 1964, I had decided to quit fighting, take my nest egg and return to Arkansas. Big Manuel concurred with this decision after my last opponent up East had died of injuries sustained during our bout. Truly remorseful for my part in the man's death, I gave about half of my nest egg to his wife and four children and went on my first drunken spree over in New York City. I awakened a week or so later in a cheap hotel with an equally drunk middle-aged lady in bed beside me. Of my hard-earned fortune, I still had sixteen dollars and change. This is why I agreed to stop in Alabama on my way south for one last fight. On November 14, 1964, in the red hills near the town of Oneonta, Alabama, I fought a man called Grutch, and I took him down in the 33rd round. In the process I suffered a broken nose, two fractured ribs, a sprung thumb, the loosening of several jaw teeth, a black eye and numerous bruises and contusions. When Big Manuel departed for his home in Tennessee, I decided to stay on in the camp a while and recuperate. The camp contractor's wife and three daughters took on the job of ministering to my wounds. To show my appreciation for their angelic care, I was obliged to make love to all but the youngest daughter. It was for this reason that the camp contractor and four of his henchmen, two of whom were married to the two oldest daughters, set upon my person with frightful aggression, and dumped me, injured and penniless, in the hills several miles from the camp with instructions under penalty of death to make myself scarce in those parts. It was after midnight when I saw the lights come flying silently across the sky from the northeasterly direction. Passing directly over me, close enough to brightly illuminate the surrounding area and to cause the hair of my head to crackle with static and the bushes to tremble, the craft set down in the weeds off to my right. I went to investigate and saw the ship standing nearly immobile just above the ground in a clearing. The hum of the engines was barely audible, but I could feel its vibrations. As I walked toward the ship, I could feel the static electricity all over my body and see the leaves trembling and moving about on the ground all about me. The ship was about thirty feet in diameter, flattened on the bottom and domed on the top. A line of blue lights circled the perimeter, and a blue, red and yellow light shone from the undercarriage. The body of the ship was a dull metal that glowed with a varying blue-white intensity. The dome cleared and I could see two small beings standing and looking out. Then I distinctly heard a voice saying, "Come forth, Martin, for we must leave in haste." I literally ran beneath the ship and looked up to see a spiral door open, a dazzling white light, and I was in a tube shaped chamber, which nearly touched my shoulders. The chamber was lined with thousands of tiny lights of many colors. I could feel the lights play over my body like the ripple of warm water. I was acutely conscious all the time. Then I smelled a very strong perfume-like odor for a moment. A door in the chamber whisked, and I was blinking in the soft light of the command deck. It suddenly occurred to me that this experience was not new to me and that I knew the two aliens that were awaiting my arrival. "It is well to see you, Martin", said Tan. "And it's good to see you again", I said. This time I was not subjected to the extensive physical examination of my childhood but was led directly to the translucent recliner type chair. I noted that the material from which the chair was made tended to cleave to the curvatures of my body, like jello, and would give to my hand-print wherever I touched it. It was cool but pleasant. The interior of the ship was also cool, not freezing but naturally cool. Once again Tan and Nela started their hands-on exam of my nude body. Where my clothes had gone, I cannot say. I was still experiencing sharp stabs of pain from my last encounter with the contractor and his men, and every time I felt a sharp pang, the alien Tan would flinch indicating that he was attuned to the sensations, so much so that he was forced to snatch his hands away, recoiling from the pain. I looked out and saw the lights of a city off to my right, perhaps it was Birmingham. Then I saw the four dimensional video projections of two jet planes approaching at high speed. The form of the planes was displayed on the dome glass like modern day computer images composed of schematic type graphic lines. I said, "Tan, we'd better get the hell out of here, because those jets have missiles". And he said, "Fear not, Martin, for we are but little more than apparitions before their capabilities". At that very moment the ship shot straight up through the clouds. Within ten seconds I could clearly see the outline of Florida, the eastern coast and South America. In another ten seconds the entire planet was a basketball sized marble, visibly growing smaller before my eyes, yet I did not feel any physical sensation of motion. I can only venture to guess, but I had the distinct feeling that Tan was really enjoying the painful sensations that he picked up from me. It was almost as if he was in ecstasy. However, Nela didn't seem unduly affected by those sensations. After a while she asked, "Martin, you are feeling a great discomfort?" And I said, "Yes, Nela, can you give me something for the pain?", at which she took an instrument that looked like a small flashlight and touched my left big toe. Almost immediately a numbing sensation moved up my leg and soon encompassed my whole body and the pain went away. Only then did Tan cease his writhing and humming. "Oh, Martin", says he, "these are marvelous sensations, where did you acquire them, what are they called?" I said, "What you are feeling is pain, which was gotten as a result of a 'whipped ass'." "A whi-ped hass", he repeated. "Martin, how does one acquire a 'whi-ped hass'?" "Well", says I, "the best way to get a whipped ass is to say something about my mama or in this case, to get caught screwing a contractor's wife". "Oh, and what is a mama and a con-rac-dar?" "Jeez... What a puddin' head". I thought aloud. "Pud-don ade" said Nela. And so it went for a good while. I actually felt quite superior to these little people because they didn't know from shit about the most ordinary things. I came to the conclusion that they really didn't have any conception of what a mother is. Oh, they knew that humanoids bi-peds gave birth after approximately 270 days of gestation, but of the bond of motherhood, they had no true knowledge. I was to learn that these aliens were very ignorant of the human experience, the human senses of love, hate, jealously, envy greed, conscience, etc. I concluded that were Tan a human being he would be considered somewhat freaky as he seemed to get off on pain. Slowly it began to dawn on me why he had chosen me as his conduit into the human order. It seems that there is a faction among the Biaviians who have decided to try to learn through hand-on intercourse the nuances of the human factor. Certain ones among the Biaviians are highly sensitive, telepathically and emotionally, to certain humans, and these are the ones chosen to gather the data and attempt to pass it along to others of their species. "Martin, these sensations are very forceful. We must acquire them again and to a greater degree", he said. I kindly explained to him that it would be much better if he personally gained the experience by getting his ass whipped, thereby not having to trouble himself with picking it up from me. Furthermore I suggested that he could easily participate in this ecstatic experience by setting down in Birmingham and shouting "General Lee is a punk", to wit he would be shortly blessed with an ass whipping of scientific proportions. Now with my pain gone, I felt a kind of esoteric buoyance, and I really started to enjoy playing with their heads. It occurred to me that by hanging on to my every word these aliens could conceivably be led astray. So I started to use more care in my explanations to them. It seemed to me that their ability to separate seriousness from general bullshit was nil. Yet time and experience slowly led me to conclude that these beings, though naive to much of the human equation, were by no means fools. It is only that their way of rationalizing things is different from most of ours, only to the extent that they don't clutter the obvious or falsify the facts. No Biaviian could ever be an Earth lawyer, preacher or politician. Also, logic exceeds honesty in its straight forward context. Logic is both divine and cruel. Chapter Two continues for 10 more pages... sorry I had to stop here. You have now read some of Riley's words... |
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Saturn Earth Connection
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Saturn Earth Connection
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Riley Connection
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Saturn Earth Connection
introduction |
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Riley Connection
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Saturn Earth Connection
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Riley Connection
read ~ The Coming of Tan |
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Saturn Earth Connection
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Riley Connection
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