That’d been nearly an hour ago, and now the three of them are racing out of Earth’s orbit, the moon in the Nordic disc’s large front window and getting closer by the second. As they travel thousands of miles per hour, their conversation drifts to the motherships they’ll soon encounter, as well as those scattered around the solar system.
“I’m telling you,” Bennewitz was saying, “it’s not just a base, but dozens of ‘em, all underground.”
Mark cocks his head to one side at the words. “Yeah, that theory’d hold water too… if it wasn’t for what those monks saw back in the 12th Century.”
“That was a long time ago,” Heather says with an eye roll, “things change.”
“Twelfth Century?” Turn says. He looks from Mark to Heather to Bennewitz and back again. Finally Mark sighs and begins to speak.
“Back on June 18th, in the year 1178, a group of five monks at an abbey in Canterbury reported seeing flames shooting out from the backside of the moon, reporting later that the upper horn of the moon split in two.”
“My God,” Heather says, “I haven’t heard this one before.”
Mark nods. “Most haven’t. Reports tell us that the monks saw a flaming torch spring up and then spew out fire and hot coals and sparks over a considerable distance. They said the moon was throbbing like a wounded snake before returning to normal… though just for a short time. The monks saw dozens of fiery shows like the first that night, and when it was all said and done the moon had taken on a blackish appearance.”
“Today we call the area the Giordano Bruno crater,” Bennewitz says, taking up the tale. “When the area was studied three years ago it was determined that it’s 22 kilometers in width and that when it was created it kicked up 10 million tons of debris.”
“That much debris would have created a week-long, blizzard-like meteor storm here on Earth, however,” Mark says, shaking his head. “Nothing like that is recorded as happening anywhere on the Earth back in 1178.”
“That’s why it’s figured that crater was actually formed about three hundred and fifty million years ago, not eight hundred,” Bennewitz says.
“And what’s the real truth?” Turn asks.
Mark and Bennewitz look at one another before answering, as if they want to get their stories straight and some unspoken eye communication would ensure that’d happen. Mark nods to Turn’s question.
“The real truth is that we haven’t been alone on this planet, ever. Worse, we’re being controlled and manipulated and the leaders of our government aren’t working for us, but for the aliens. It’s always been this way, for hundreds of years.
“Hundreds of years?” Turn says. “Oh, please!”
“Believe it or not,” Mark says, “but it’s the truth. The main problem were the Grays and their time-traveling motherships,” Bennewitz says. “In 1645, it was reported that ‘a large moon’ was seen near Venus, and was seen coming and going until 1767. The same craft were seen near Venus in 1787, 1788 and 1789… and if you think they didn’t play a role in starting the French Revolution, think again.”
“Yeah, but what does this all have to do with us now, and with this base you say exists on the moon?” Turn asks.
“Keep listening, it’ll come… I hope,” Heather says with a smile.
“Yeah, about the moon,” Mark says from the front of the ship. “In 1783 and 1787, huge bright lights were reported on the moon. Mistakenly reported as volcanoes, they then lit up the dark side of the moon. This was the start of the Gray’s base there, or more aptly, the Reptilian off-world presence through the Grays.”
“And they keep comin’,” Bennewitz says. “In February 1894, a comet was photographed striking a large dark object in our solar system. It happened to have wings, and according to the Andromedans, this was a Draconian mothership. The same type of incidents happened in the vicinity of Mars on November 25, 1894, when a large ship was seen illuminating part of Mars. It was the same thing that’d happened with Mercury in 1789 and then the Sun in 1859. This same body sits out there today and has been dubbed Vulcan. In reality it’s a large mothership.”
“But we’re not alone, and not without friends,” Mark says. “During the total eclipse of July 29, 1878, astronomers saw two large planetary bodies the size of Venus between Mercury and Venus. According to the Andromedans, these bodies were Pleiadian and Andromedan motherships that had traveled back in time and were observing the Grays, who were at the time orbiting around the Sun.”
“And that was a hundred years ago,” Bennewitz says. “They’ve been coming more and more since then. The same phenomena occurred on April 4, 1892, and that Draconian ship was about one third the size of the moon, about 700 miles in diameter, and it had wings. Another Draconian mothership was observed on January 27, 1912. It was 250 miles in length and 50 miles wide and resembled a crow. It was sitting on the moon, docking at the base and… well, what the hell are they doin’ there, Mark?”
“God only knows,” Mark says, shaking his head, “and all we can do is pity the poor souls that wound up there, souls that we sent.”
“Whoa… wait a minute!” Heather says. “You’re telling me there are people on those motherships?”
Bennewitz nods. “It all gets back to the May 1954 treaty that Ike signed with the Grays at Holloman Air Force Base.” He scoffs. “That treaty screwed us a lot more than we ever could have known.”
Mark speaks up too. “Pretty much tied the hands of the Andromedan Council. After that there was nothing the benevolent alien races could do to take a more active role in our evolution. In effect, it’s placed the burden squarely on the shoulders of humanity to enlighten itself. It’d be our task to create ascension on an individual basis. From that point on, outside help has been unavailable to us.”
“What’s worse is how badly we fell for it, for what the Grays were selling,” Bennewitz says. “At the time of the Holloman agreement we had an exchange of military personnel with the Grays, giving over 16 of our men so they could travel to the Gray’s home world.” He shakes his head and makes a fist, and Turn can see his face quivering in anger. “It was all a lie, though. According to what that Andromedans told us later, it was really 109 humans that were taken… and not to Zeta Reticuli where the Grays are from, but to some of the motherships they’ve got parked behind our solar system’s planets!”
Mark nods. “Some even got taken to the alien bases on Mar’s second moon, Phobos.”
“What happened to them?” Turn asks after Mark pauses.
“They were experimented on,” Mark says, “the same as all those we found down in Dulce.”
“They were the first,” Bennewitz says, “and after that taste, the Grays couldn’t get enough.” He looks up at Mark. “What’d your dad say over the radio… 30,000 captives were down in Dulce when we attacked it? My God!”
“So this isn’t just a search and destroy mission,” Turn says, “it’s a rescue mission too.”