Lucifer’s Semi-Final Conclave….Part 2
See part 1 here:
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The Holiday Inn Express, Pahrump, NV ---
Danielle Meacham had been married to Bill for only a little over 2 weeks now. It was the second time around for both of them. She sat in her gown at the small multipurpose table slowly sipping her room service coffee and gazing as the sun introduced itself above the mountains to the east. A helluva honeymoon, she mused. She had not seen Bill since yesterday afternoon.
Both of them were easterners. Both were officially employed by Rocksense, Inc-- one of the myriad “Beltway Bandit” firms in Silver Springs which ‘everyone’ knew were owned by and operated for some unnamed National Intelligence club. They had been “lucky”.
16 years ago, they both had achieved notably high scores on their UM entrance exams and miraculously received full scholarships for their initial degrees, followed by lucrative employment, and following that, fully paid continuing education. And, lots of interesting research….on things which were certainly not mainstream conversational subjects.
She had finally got to meet in person the infamous ‘old George’ at lunch yesterday with Bill. It was a very brief conversation, and within minutes of finishing their meal, George and Bill arose. George headed to the door, while Bill hugged her and planted a kiss on her surprised face. George briefly paused, turned. and with a grin said…’you will be contacted…soon enough.’ And with that, George and Bill disappeared into a beige Toyota pickup, which soon exited and turned East on 308, vanishing into the bright desert mid day shimmer. Danielle had been trained well in observation, and it was obvious neither George nor Bill were operating the truck. So, dutifully, she waited. To pass the time, she scanned for the umpteenth time the pile of notes and sketches that had been given her by the agency library. They dated back over 60 years. All of them were authored by George Henly. About all she knew about George was that he was older than dirt, and a 60+ year agency lifer.
The story of Ol George:
At age 83, George Henly was without doubt, an enigma. He was a spry old codger, in amazing health and appearance, and if one were not privy to his age, they could easily assume he was in his mid fifties. George was born in Dexter, NM in 1935. In the mid 1940’s, he became best buddies with one Charlie Obermann, who had an older brother, Claude, who had just enlisted with the fledgling USAF, but then known as the RAAF.
In the summer of 1947, PFC Claude Obermann was assigned to the military detail whose job was to STFU and police a 5 acre area of desert on a ranch near Roswell, NM collecting every fragment of a government ‘weather balloon’ which had crashed on a ranch near there. Long story short, Claude indeed found a very strange object, put it in his pocket instead of his collection bag, and eventually brought it to his family’s property near Dexter, where he showed the device to his brother Charlie and their good friend George. George in his later memos (2010) re-described the object as ’not considerably unlike a modern cell phone, but infinitely more useful’. In 1949, Charlie died in a horse riding mishap, and in 1951, Claude was killed in an aircraft maintenance operation Near Pusan, South Korea.
At age 16, George thus ‘inherited’ the device, as well as an unintentional and yet future 60+ year Agency career. In some of his first notes, George relates that:
Just before his eighteenth birthday, I formally met Anu, as he so liked to be termed. For he stated several times that so was his name throughout history. Anu is what we would call a ‘grey’. A lizard man. An alien. George would be the first to tell you, however, their general facial appearance is much more akin to frogs, though one could generally classify them as generally reptilian and not be too far off. This first meeting, according to George, was not at all frightening in the least. Quite the contrary.
Danielle continues reading some salient facts as described by George in his memos:
Anu and his fellows are indeed Alien, but not in the sense that they come from other planets. They are native to earth. They never ‘age’. They have been a part of this earth since, well, since long before our recorded history. Their unveiling to man has always, been, up till now, inadvertent. Some, but far from all appearances occurred for instance as with the Vimana craft of prehistoric India. The heavy lift levitation devices of ancient Egypt, The bird men of the Toltecs, as well as several others less known.
The frogs are of 3 types. All are specifically assigned to deceive, and are given all physical knowledge. They have no need of what we would call ‘learning’. They have no capacity to learn anything. There is nothing new. All are created by and generally bound by their nature to be the enemy of any so-called creator except one…Lucifer.
Anu is of the third type. Anu himself, is, however the unquestioned leader of all ‘greys’. His common name among greys is ‘deception‘. That is the closest meaning in our understanding. This third type are physically also the mid size. About 2 meters in stature. Arms with fingers, feet with toes. No tail. No sexual organs. As a matter of fact, none of the three types have either tails nor sexual organs for reproduction.
The first type are the most numerous. They are relatively small, about 1 meter in statue. Their faces are less ‘froggy’ in appearance due to their rounded cranium and large eyes, Actually, they are more insect-like in appearance. They have two bowlegs and two arms each with hands that have no thumb. This type is the more energetic of the lot, being impatient and tired of waiting for ‘orders’. They are the ones who flew the ‘weather balloon’ without appropriate orders that was destroyed by Anu in our year of 1947. They have ‘jumped the gun’ in similar incidences without authorization.
Both the first and third types of greys require no food or water for sustenance. They have no orifices for intake of physical matter or disposal of wastes. Their sustenance is simply mental. They both crave and partake often of the thoughts and intents of humans. Sometimes they overindulge, meaning some human subjects are left with neither thoughts nor memories. Greys have no sexual knowledge since they have no such organs, so they have orgasms using the mental faculties of humans who do have such experience. We explain it away as such things as Alzheimer’s or some other defect of normal aging. It’s not. It’s real.
The second type of greys are both the largest and the most mysterious. They alone have the capacity to grow their stature physically, and seemingly at will. A common trait of this second type is the presence of six phalanges on their limbs. Six fingers, six toes. Some have known them through history as ’shape shifters’. They do partake of ’food’ and water, though it is not as we know food.
They alone, of all the greys, have a liquid circulatory system yet do not have a bodily mechanism for self governing temperature control. Their existence depends on cool caverns and caves in the earth. The can and do, at times venture out, and if wearing protection from the sun and light are able to survive for a time. They require certain things, among them the blood of humans or other animals. Through history, they have ’trained’ their human subjects to arrange human sacrifices for their benefit. In this, they have always preferred viral young men, virgins and children because they wish to receive the first mental and physical experiences for themselves.
Danielle could not read anymore. She replaced the folder in her case, and walked to the window. The sun was now behind her, and long shadows gathered on the objects below.
She was hungry. As she walked down the stairs, her thoughts turned to Bill.
Four hours ago, Bill Meacham and George Henly had arrived at the canyon which held the big secrets. The Toyota left, and they walked the last few hundred yards to what looked to Bill as a plain sandstone wall, which abruptly extended vertically up several hundred feet. George grasped Bills arm and they stepped into the cliff. INTO the cliff.
Inside was a well decorated room, with tables, computers and several scurrying military orderlies. George led Bill into his office, ordered coffee for both of them and leaned back in a huge desk chair with a hint of a smirk on his face.
One wall of the office was entirely of thick plexiglass, beyond which appeared to be nothing but a tunnel into the rock. As Bill picked up his cup of coffee there was a tapping on the plexiglass, Whereupon Bill turned and immediately dropped his cup full of hot coffee in his lap.
George, smiling, said…. Bill Meacham, meet my good friend, Anu…
To be continued….
