From December of 1986 until October of 1997, I was in
continuous, often daily, contact with the grays. I have
written little about it in part because there is no proof
and I feel that my words will, for the most part, fall on
deaf ears. People simply won?t believe me. More importantly,
though, there has been the huge question of how to write
about it in a useful way. Simply describing the experience
would be a waste of time. They cannot be described simply.
To communicate their impact and their content, I had to find
another way.
In October of 1997, we moved from upstate New York to
Texas,
and the grays briefly tried to follow, but in the end did
not. In June of 1998, I spent a phenomenal 45 minutes with a
man who I think might have been involved with them in some
way. I transcribed my conversation with him, and have
published it in my little book, the Key.
In August, I will publish a work of fiction about the grays,
which is intended to bring them to life as people, and to
reveal what it is like to be with them. It is also my hope
that the methods of communication that I demonstrate in the
novel will prove useful to people who are in contact and
having difficulty experiencing a rich and consistent
relationship with them. (Note: I've been asked where to get
this. It will be in bookstores on August 22. You can preorder
a copy from Amazon
here.)
Communication is the center of the problem, and
communicating with them is completely different from
everything that we do among ourselves that results in the
transmission of information.
They are aware that they can be shattering, and are
extremely concerned that they not overwhelm us. All we have
that is of any interest to them is our freedom, on every
level, and insofar as direct contact with them might
compromise it, they avoid that with a passion, and their
passion is intense beyond anything that we know among
ourselves.
It is said that they are emotionless automatons, heartlessly
carrying out cruel scientific experiments on helpless
victims, stealing their eggs and semen, raping them, and
leaving them with suppressed memories and shattered lives.
All of which accurately reflects one level of our experience
of them. But that is not all, not by a long shot. It is as
equally true to call them wonderful as it is to call them
dangerous. They can act in an emotionless manner, but that?s
because they are so very complex, both as individuals and as
the array of specialized forms that present themselves to
us. Some of their forms may represent separate species, but
many of them appear to be the outcome of engineering the
one
species into different body types, presumably to perform
different specialized functions.
I cannot call them aliens from another planet because I
don?t know if that?s what they are. Indeed, my years with
them have left me with questions that it has taken another
ten years for me just to begin to elucidate.
I will be frank with you about what I am trying to do with
my life: I am trying to create a relationship between us and
the grays. Right now, we do not have a relationship, for two
reasons: our attitude toward them is dysfunctional; and they
do not know how to reach into our culture without destroying
it.
My ambition is to make the relationship fruitful, and to
enable them to interact with us openly without wrecking our
lives.
And why might they do that? The reason is that our minds
live inside time and theirs do not. Therefore, they know
things that we do not, and do not want to know. The world
looks very different to them than it does to us. I have seen
our world through their eyes, in a process that they taught
me. Before I describe how they did that, let me explain what
it is that they are able to do: Using their mastery of
awareness, they are able to do things like move
consciousness into an extra-physical state, and deposit it
in another body. This seems impossible, of course, in a
society that is so devoted to denying the existence of
anything that it doesn?t understand.
It?s a habit that we need to break, because it does not help
us, and, in fact, impedes our scientific progress. In the
New York Times in 1903, an editorial was published stating
that heavier than air flight might be possible, but would
not happen unless science devoted a million years of effort
to solving the mystery of it. Nine days later, the Wright
Brothers flew, and yet neither the New York Times nor the
rest of our intellectual culture has corrected the weakness
of mind that led to the absurd failure represented by that
editorial.
It is this same weakness that has caused us to be so unable
to cope with the presence of the grays in our world. But
they have not been unable. In fact, they have acted with
capability and been effective.
The grays? effort to communicate with us in this way began
in 1954 and
ended in 2004. In July of 1954 they carried out a test over
Washington DC. During this test, they carried out basic
attempts to engage us in conversation. These attempts were
met with silence. They also directed their attention to
specific individuals, among them Dr. Paul Hill, who was then
NASA?s chief engineer.
While Dr. Hill proved to be an excellent observer, he was
unable to detect or respond to the messages that were
directed at him. Others who were reached in this way were
aware of the communication, but transmitted it to the world
in distorted ways that were not useful.
This failure was anticipated, but it was necessary from an
ethical standpoint that the test be conducted. The failure
caused them to withdraw and move to another tactics of
contact, that it was anticipated would work. Beginning in
1952, they had been engaged in a plan that has been very
effective. This plan involved a number of different
activities. Initially, carefully selected children were
addressed in such a way that their expectations about
reality were shattered. They took advantage of a devastating
intelligence program that was leaving some children
emotionally maimed, but was also opening the minds of others
to new possibilities.
There were only a few thousand of these children worldwide,
but they were enough to form the nucleus of what is
essentially a communications device made up of human minds
that has been, in effect, ?implanted? in our culture. It
takes the form of millions of close encounter witnesses
whose experiences are brought into focus by these few
thousand, who comprise the great majority of the witnesses
who speak out publicly about what has happened to them.
What has been communicated are two things: the first is a
suggestion that we do not know our true history; the second
is that planetary changes are putting us in peril of our
lives. My part in this has been twofold: first, to publish
the Key, which suggests that we do not understand who and
what we are, and offers ideas that might help us go in new
and more fruitful directions; second, to publish Superstorm,
which describes what could happen if we don?t gain control
over our effect on the environment. This was expressed again
in the film the Day After Tomorrow, which had been seen by
nearly a billion people worldwide.
Beyond that, I am also involved in personalizing the grays
and giving them dimension. This is the purpose of books like
Communion and the Grays. The movie of Communion failed,
but
I am hopeful that the Grays, which is the more important of
the two projects, will also be amplified into the culture in
the form of a movie.
The project is intended to accomplish two things: to give
the reader or the moviegoer a clear sense of what sort of
people the grays are; and to reveal by example methods of
interacting with them that cannot be explained directly in
languages like ours, which are designed to impart
information across elapsing time. The grays do not
communicate in linear conceptual structures, and in order to
understand how they do communicate, it is essential to
enlist not only logic, but imagination. The Grays is a story
and not a work of nonfiction, because only story can really
reveal this. You must feel it in order to understand it, and
there is no way to accomplish this except through story.
I learned to communicate with the grays with a certain
efficiency. When I say ?grays? though, I do not mean only
people who appear more or less like the individual I had
painted for the cover of Communion. This presence is far
more complex than that.
I spent the last few years of my time in upstate New York in
the frequent company of seven people, who would come at
about eleven each night to meditate with me. They were
extratemporal, in the sense that their meaning and their
communication did not depend on a linear structure.
Certainly, through their eyes, a tree would appear to be a
tree, but they would see, also, the seed and the spent logs,
the memory of the tree and the absence of memory. They
would
see from before the seed, down the intricate web of trees
stretching back into the fading thunder of the past, and all
of this at once, when seeing the tree. To live outside of
time is not to be delivered from duration, but to see all
duration, all the time.
These people took three forms: the cloaked form, where they
appeared as dimly glowing orbs about twice the size of
basketballs. They would move, in this state, with such a
sense of ease and direction that it was startling to observe
them. Things like that?balloon-like?are supposed to float
and bob about, in our experience. They moved, instead, with
absolute deliberation and clear intelligence.
They would also appear, when they were in the house, as
small people, no more than three feet tall, wearing simple
tunics cinched at the waist and looking all very much alike,
like identical twins. When they first appeared, I wanted to
touch and taste and smell them, and one of them laid his
hand in mine. It felt like holding a little bird, warm and
nervous and infinitely delicate. I smelled his hand, and his
skin smelled like the skin of people in the third world, who
never bathe, a sharp, multi-layered and slightly rancid
sweetness, not pleasant to a western nose used to the scent
of soap on skin.
On the last night we were together, when the house was
packed up and I was about to do one of the hardest things I
had ever done, which was to move away from that place, I
asked the one of them I had come to know very well, to let
me see him as he really was.
I waited, but he did not appear in the room. He had walked
on the roof for a while, so I knew that he was here.
Finally, I left the meditation room and went to bed. A few
moments passed and I saw a crystalline blue light glowing
across the front yard, as if the windows of the mediation
room were blazing with fire.
I went to the window, and there appeared around the corner
of the house a fantastic shining object, extremely bright,
it?s needle-thin rays pricking my skin where they touched
it. In the light there were small objects floating that
looked like little sculptures of fetuses made of gold.
The rays, where they touched me, also touched my truth,
what
is best and worst within me, and took me with them deep into
myself. I knew from long experience that the journey into
one?s own truth is an agonizing one, because the grays
cannot help but take you there, but this one was so very
deep and so very intense that I simply could not bear it. He
withdrew, then, back around the side of the house, and left
my life.
Thus ended a grand time, eleven years of contact of the most
intimate and highest sort, so fruitful and so very deeply
useful that I have ever since been on a mission to somehow
communicate its sense to others. Because if I could make it
make sense, then the gray might emerge, and we would gain,
from that revelation, the chance to transform ourselves, and
lift ourselves into the grandeur of being that is our true
home and our destiny?or no, the beginning of our destiny.
Because I can assure you, this world that we have made, of
battle and false beliefs, of gorging on material things, is
not nurturing of the human spirit. Far from it, the world of
Wal Mart and Harrod?s and the corner store, of the closet
full of clothes and the garage full of metal monsters?this
is not our world, this is not our true home. No, indeed, and
we are all homesick and wanting to go home, and this is why
we fight here as we do, like rats grown bitter from
wandering a maze from which there appears to be no escape.
If our culture can somehow find a way to turn toward our
visitors and face them openly and frankly, we have a chance
to escape this maze. If not, when we are going to remain
here until this expression of the species collapses, and
then have to spend thousands of years climbing up out of the
rubble and starting over again, and then come to the same
place we are now, at the point of connection with the
broader culture intelligent species in the universe, and
once again either pass the test or fail it.
What will make us fail now are three things: the continued
refusal of our active intellectual culture to accept the
reality of the grays; the refusal of those who do accept
their reality to be open to it in an objective manner; and a
failure on the part of those who do understand to achieve
effective communication.
Effective communication does not mean learning how to talk
with them in some unusual manner?say, via telepathy. It
means acting in ways that usefully address the three
problems mentioned above.
We are in contact. The grays are communicating with us
through large scale cultural artifacts like books and
movies, and small ones like the close encounter in the
night. It?s up to us to respond to these communications in
appropriate ways, as the brilliant creatures that we are,
with care, maturity and an open mind.
