THE SECRET HATCHERY
US Military Involvement in Reptilian Breeding
The account that follows details an experience that took place in June of 1983 when I was 29 years old. By that time I had already been subjected to many years of training and conditioning in regard to partitioning my psyche in order to make it useful to the Gray Agenda. More specifically the process I was subjected to was designed to make me a compliant and useful adjunct to my Reptilian handler. Some information about this is given here. Compliance was a result principally from psychological and physical torture/reward training. What was the reward? Mainly it was a reprieve from being tortured along with ephemeral promises given in a diabolical ‘soul contract’ that would be amended from time to time to keep me roped in. (The issue of ‘soul contracts’ is central to the way both Reptilians and the Grays operate and will be the topic of future entries on this web site as time permits.)
My usefulness derived from multiple sessions since I was a teenager that seem to have been intended to ramp up the scale and scope of my psychic sensitivity to make it more compatible with the physiology and in particular the nervous system of my Reptilian handler. This involved exposure to some kind of extremely painful energy field that made my body feel like it was on fire.
Face of a mind controlled slave warrior who served the Gray-Reptilian Agenda: from my 1984 International Driving Permit photo.
Eventually, when I was 21 years old, this process resulted in a Kundalini explosion of pure white, searing light that roared up my spine and exploded into my brain, leaving me in a daze and partially blind for several days. It also resulted in what I would describe as a total ontological reset, almost as though all of the previous memes I had been infected with over the years had been completely obliterated and a new starting point, a rebirth as it were, was established.
A central point I’m trying to get at here is that my usefulness as related in the following account was to a significant extent a result of adjustments (to put it mildly) made to my nervous system over a period of many years, making it easier for my Reptilian handler to be a sort of voyager and to a certain extent pilot of my mind. If you think this is total rubbish, then I respectfully suggest that you certainly don’t understand how the Reptilians and the Grays operate — take that as you may. Another important element given here concerns the extensive involvement of the US Military in conjunction with a huge, international medical research institute in collecting and hatching eggs of cryptic species.
At the risk of rambling on too long in these introductory comments, I probably should briefly add that the “activities of the previous night” mentioned at the beginning of the ensuing account relates to an abduction event I had relating to the brethren of the red-eyed being who by some bad fortune had become incarcerated or perhaps even incubated and hatched in the Battelle lab hidden away in the New Jersey countryside.
Good grief!, I thought of something else that really needs to be included in this introduction. The house I was staying at was in Maplewood, New Jersey. From this point I drove in a generally southerly direction and ended up on a newly paved, two-lane road that meandered through the New Jersey countryside.
THE SECRET HATCHERY: PART ONE
The activities of the previous night left me feeling less than refreshed in the morning, to say the least. (refer to The Darklings.) It was now Sunday and most of the household slept in a little later than usual. Our host was already cooking breakfast and I enjoyed a strong cup of coffee, trying to wake myself up. After breakfast, I felt a strong urge to leave the house and go on a drive by myself. Byron said that he was going to be busy doing things with the other houseguests so I didn’t need to worry about him. I invented an excuse for my restlessness, telling the host that I wanted to go shopping. He pointed me in the general direction of the local stores, calling it the ‘valley of the malls’.
Aimlessly driving my van, my travels took me outside the suburban sprawl and after about a half-hour ended up in the New Jersey countryside. A glowing red sphere the size of a grapefruit came into the periphery of my vision. It had come up to the right side passenger window and was pacing my vehicle some three feet away. At the next four-way stop this red energy sphere instantly converted into the body of Renjeck. Without hesitation, he opened the side door and shoved his muscular body (tail and all) into the front seat. He wore a silver colored backpack, the size of an attaché case, which forced his body forward in what appeared to be a very uncomfortable position. His clawed fingers held a wand about an inch in diameter and 18″ long, attached by a cord to the backpack.
The blare of a car horn jolted me out of my shock due to the suddenness of Renjeck’s appearance. A lady in a station wagon had pulled up behind me at the stop and was now impatiently honking to get me moving. (Fortunately for her, she couldn’t see inside my van because of reflecting film on the rear window.) Renjeck turned around and pointed his wand at her, causing her face and body to become frozen into stillness. I couldn’t help but wonder how long the poor lady would be stuck like that. Mentally, Renjeck commanded me to continue driving.
There was a small security box to the left of the sliding gate, apparently used to communicate with the interior of the building. As my van idled in front of the gate, Renjeck focused his attention on the box. Only after a few seconds the gate started to slide open by itself and Renjeck ordered me to pull forward. We passed an unoccupied guardhouse and entered a fairly large, completely empty parking lot. Quickly jumping out of the van, Renjeck pulled off his backpack and put it on the floor of the vehicle. He mentally told me, “Follow me, right now”. I was flabbergasted that this device was going to be left inside of my unattended, unlocked van. Quickly, I flashed the reptilian this concern and he barked a mental command for me to forget about the pack and to follow him, immediately. With Renjeck loping ahead in comically large strides (he could easily outrun me) we ran across the parking lot and approached a steel door on the far end of the building. In a few seconds there was a buzzing sound and the door was unlocked.
We entered a dimly lit hallway running lengthwise along the building. Shelving reached up towards the tall ceiling on one side of this corridor. Dozens and dozens of wire cages of different sizes were stacked along these racks. After traversing the hallway we came to a set of large cages. I stood in shocked horror looking at what was inside these cells. Even in the gloomy lighting I could make out the forms of grotesque looking, living beings. Renjeck stood calmly alongside of me, seeming to be gauging my response to this spectacle. My nose registered the pungent smell of urine and feces, the stench of an unclean zoo. About ten reptile and/or amphibian creatures stood staring back at me, peering out of their cages with a pathetic look of desperation. Some of them were whining and moaning. None of these animals were part of my ordinary world. Like Renjeck himself, they had the look of alien beings.
Fluorescent light fixtures shining through a large window in a room directly behind the cages provided an eerie back light to this scene. The deep red, almost glowing eyes of the being in the cage on the far right stood out in the shadowy setting. This was the same class of being as the ones who had abducted me the night before. However, unlike the defiant and imperious nature of those darklings, this individual stood on his two bowed legs in an attitude of sullen detachment. To his left stood another biped alien. This being displayed a (now droopy) dorsal fin at least as big as that of a sailfish. The next cage over held a humanoid with loose flaps of skin hanging off its putty green-gray epidermis. This guy was at least six feet tall, with heavily webbed feet and hands. To his left were two reptilian-looking bipeds with scaly, alligator-like skin. Their coloring ranged between shades in the light gray-green to blue-gray-green. My eyes followed this gruesome lineup and next took in three quadrupeds. They all had short, lizard-like legs but their heads were held in an upright position, more human-like than reptilian. Their eyes stared at me with a terrifying intensity of intelligence. The smallest of these three was the darkest, with a hide more like rough sharkskin than a reptile’s scaly covering. With its weasely body, this creature reminded me of a nightmarish dachshund.
Renjeck asked me to follow him. We entered the small room behind the cages through a metal door with a wire-reinforced glass window. Two men (caucasian humans) stood waiting for us. They were both dressed in dark green military uniforms. The shorter of the two men, whose uniform boasted a row of colorful decorations, reached out his hand for me to shake. Automatically offering my hand in return, I tried to evaluate this guy. What I saw was a stocky body with a jovial, rounded face. His slightly graying hair was cut in a perfect flattop. After introducing himself to me as Major Stevens, he turned to the other man and identified this younger and much more slender individual as Lieutenant so and so (I can’t remember the name).
The room we were now in was only about twelve by twenty feet, with a drop ceiling and commercial grade, blue-gray carpeting. A minimum of desks and filing cabinets lined one wall. Even though this room was air-conditioned (unlike the ‘zoo room’), my body was dripping with perspiration. Almost as though reading my mind, the Major asked me if I would like something to drink. “Ice water or a pop”, he asked, pointing to a large Coke machine which stood in one corner of the room in colorful contrast to the rest of the austere furnishings. I gladly accepted the offer and slurped down the drink in an attempt to cool down my overheated body.
I needed to know what was going on and fumbled to ask what should have been the obvious questions. Major Stevens offered a few judicious responses that were clearly designed to adroitly avoid an answer. The Lieutenant opened a briefcase he had been holding all during this time and brought out a small tape recorder and microphone. It was succinctly explained to me that they would like my assistance in tapping into the minds of the creatures that I had been shown in the cages. Before I could respond with any questions, the Major interrupted me in his polite manner. He almost apologetically informed me that my Coke had a mild drug in it. The reason for this, he explained, was to help calm me down so that the ‘experiment’ with linking to the creatures’ thoughts would be more successful. This news gave me a sinking feeling. Obviously I was being used to further their agenda and whatever I personally felt or thought was irrelevant.
Major Stevens quickly changed the subject. He said that he wanted to show me another room in the building. With the Major at the lead and Renjeck taking up the rear position, we exited the office area and walked down a wide hallway leading to the opposite end of the building from which my reptilian partner and I had originally entered. After passing through double swinging doors we were now standing in a very large room, about eighty by eighty feet square. I was immediately hit by this room’s extremely hot and humid air. The temperature must have been well over ninety degrees. Looking up, I saw an enormous ceiling-mounted heater noisily pumping out a steady furnace blast of hot air. Row after row of benches supporting large white plastic trays filled most of the floor area. Pipes arranged horizontally a few feet over the benches periodically sprayed a fine mist down towards the trays. I could see that these trays contained eggs, ranging between the size of a small chicken egg upwards to the size of a big cantaloupe. Each egg had hand written characters on it, presumably used for record keeping.
In the far corner of the room, my attention caught the sight of a seven-foot tall biped reptilian with its arms reaching out towards us. Reacting instinctively, I jumped back and let out a sling of profanities. Major Stevens put his hand on my shoulder and while attempting to control his laughter, explained that the creature in the corner was ‘stuffed’ and not real. It was simply a joke he liked to play on first time visitors to this building. I didn’t think it was very funny.
There was only one other person in the room besides our little group. This man wore a white lab coat and when coached by the Major came over to be introduced. Both his name and his personality were completely forgettable. I was told that Mr. ____ was in charge of monitoring the hatching of the eggs and keeping records of the species description. This nerdy guy had nothing to say and seemed to be relieved when the Major allowed him to return to his paperwork.
My mind was swirling with questions. Again in his casual manner, Major Stevens sidestepped my queries and began a rather automatic lecture on the purpose of this room. Eggs of ‘anomalous’ species were occasionally found in remote regions of both the United States and parts of other countries around the world. Their discovery would usually coincide with construction projects, especially road building through terrain previously undisturbed by humans. It was the aim of the Major’s project to funnel as many of these unusual eggs to the appropriate research laboratories. The eggs were assigned identifying markers (the writing on the shell) and sorted out by size and color. If the egg produced a hatchling, the creature would be further identified and then transferred to a different site. In some instances a hatchling would develop to adulthood and be kept for further research. This brought us up to the present moment. The live specimens in the cages were examples of anomalous species garnered through the process of raising eggs brought to the research laboratory. Working in tandem with Renjeck, it was hoped that I could provide an insight into their minds.
All that I could say at that point was that I had to go to the bathroom. This seemed to set Major Stevens back a few cogs in his thinking, but only for a second. “Of course”, he said. “The Lieutenant will be happy to show you to the restroom”. The bathroom was only a few yards down the corridor on the left. The Lieutenant waited patiently for me just outside the door while I took a leak. My mind was reeling from the impact of this bizarre experience. I wanted nothing more than to escape. This was just one more case where Renjeck got me into a completely twisted adventure. With the Lieutenant standing guard outside the restroom, I couldn’t reasonably plan an escape. I was stuck with having to cooperate with Major Stevens and his experiment.
Copyright 1999-2012 Ken Bakeman
Presented with author’s permission
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Pine Barrens Area
Perhaps by coincidence, there are few military facilities in the area indicated in the article.
Using Google Earth one can explore restricted to the public (on the ground) facilities.
Could one of them be “the secret hatchery” ?
AN ALIEN REPTILIAN MERCENARY
Copyright 2012 Ken Bakeman
THE TERM ‘REPTILIAN’ has come into the popular lexicon in recent years referring to what is generally perceived to be an ‘alien’, in the sense of pertaining to a paranormal or extraterrestrial being with physical attributes that at least superficially links it to some kind of reptile. Leaving aside the alien aspect for a moment, the reptilian-like characteristics very reasonably, in my opinion, originate from witness observations, including my own, of scales or scutes evident on the skin of the being and also lizard or snake-like heads and prominent tails. After all, what else is one to come up with for a description? The alien descriptor given here refers to the cryptological nature of these animals; seldom seen and with extraordinary abilities. For these cryptic creatures the designation of Reptilia in the standard Linnean taxonomy of known terrestrial species seems, based on my observations, to be incorrect. What comes to mind in this regard is the ongoing debate about whether the metabolism of dinosaurs was ectothermic or otherwise, i.e. poikilothermic or possibly homeothermic. For example, in two of my personal encounters with reptile-like alien beings the animals in question functioned well, albeit demonstrating a not unexpected level of discomfort, in freezing cold weather conditions. This is clearly something not characteristic of a terrestrial reptile. More information about this is given in other reports on this site.
At any rate, in this current report the Reptilian type described concerns a handler assigned to me during my childhood. By “handler” I mean an individual who was selected to train and coach me and in some circumstances psychically possess my body to a certain extent in order to achieve predetermined objectives. Even though my handler was a Reptilian he served, based on my observations, mainly the Gray type alien. In some restricted alliances I was involved in there were dealings with the US military. In these cases the US military was clearly subservient to the Grays. (Some details of my training – including physically brutal aptitude tests as a child and mind-control torture experiences as a teenager – are given in part one of Verges of the Weird, which is, unfortunately, currently out of print.) Beginning at the age of 20 the main role I was assigned in relation to my Reptilian handler was essentially as “bait” used in a variety of sting operations orchestrated by the Grays that were part of an overall policing program concerning ETs considered undesirable by the Grays. The general theme would be that I was placed in a situation as a potential victim and in some other cases as a perpetrator — pursuant to a trigger event had been previously enacted — used in a carefully planned set-up to lure interaction with targeted ET offenders.
Obviously this is a very arcane and complicated subject that I don’t expect anyone, including even myself, to fully understand. My intent regarding this discussion is to report what I saw and experienced as accurately as possible. Items and events that will undoubtedly be deemed preposterous and fictional have not been excluded because they actually did exist and did take place and deserve to be included in an unredacted report. The worst thing for UFO-Alien related research and reporting is, in my opinion, to exclude or edit the seemingly impossible, because it is only from the richness of high strangeness that an expansive, coherent ontology will become integrated into human consciousness. On a positive note, over the years I have received a few significant confirmations from other experiencers concerning some of my observations. There are certain details that others have witnessed that dovetail with my reports, which at least on an anecdotal level lends some credence to the observations. This has provided a small degree of comfort and incentive for me to continue to share my accounts and to move forward in exploring the Reptilian involvement in human affairs.
In Service to the Grays: Observations about my Reptilian Handler
The illustration to the left depicts the ‘lizardman’ who acted as my handler over a span of some forty years. This Reptilian worked in association with the policing division of the Gray aliens primarily in relationship to flushing out and capturing or eliminating a wide variety of beings not allowed to interact with humans on the surface of Earth. I have described my handler as a mercenary in the sense that he served the Gray agenda and didn’t give any indication of allegiance to the various factions or clans of reptilians that I had knowledge of. Actually it was quite the opposite, given that he was involved in operations that resulted in busting an albino Draco-type Reptilian who had set up camp in the Okefenokee Swamp. I have no idea what his reward or incentive was in working with the Grays but from what I observed he was clearly an asset who was instrumental in carrying out their policing agenda. I personally saw him in their presence several times, both on the ground and inside the sterile Gray crafts, where he seemed to be treated with a sort of cool deference.
My first encounter with this Reptilian took place in the summer of 1962 when I was nine years old. This initial visit, which was along the lines of a screening to determine my ability to handle extreme stress, led to further training and tests. Beginning when I was twenty years old, after I had been subjected to a devastating three day soul contract torture experience, I was called on to assist in a variety of “clean-up” operations conducted by the Gray military police in conjunction with my handler. These actions included sting operations designed to deal with unauthorized beings and in some cases serving as an asset in crashed or disabled craft emergencies. This was tied into an overseer monitoring program given an English language acronymn of LECTOS, standing for ‘Light Energy Craft Tracking and Observasion System’. The main function of LECTOS was, and presumably still is, to detect perturbations in the dimensional threshold between the hardscape of the terrestrial 3 dimensional platform and neighboring reality environments. The terrestrial habitat of soul-bearing humans is, based on what I’ve learned, carefully monitored to minimize loss of stock.
Telepathy and Speech
My reptilian handler was telepathically fluent and communicated in simple but understandable English. Generally his manner was to relay short, clipped phrases. Like all of the other Reptilians I have encountered he wasn’t able to speak vocally in English or any other human language that I understood. However on a few very rare occasions I did hear him vocalize. In one situation when he was extremely angry he made a deep pitched, guttural growl, somewhat like a lion roar. On another occasion when he was emotionally distraught (a very rare occurrence based on what I have observed) he made high pitched whimpering, whining noises. In addition to being able to telepathically transmit information he could somehow use ordinary household radio and telephone speakers to speak verbally. I suspect that this was accomplished by use of technology and I was shown in one encounter a small pen-sized device that he claimed was a translation tool.
In one of my early childhood meetings with this being I asked him what his name was. After a short pause I mentally heard an unpronounceable jumble of sounds that resembled someone getting ready to hawk a loogie. The closest I could come up with for an equivalent in English is Renjeck, with the “r” being a deep guttural and the “ck” at the end being almost like a death rattle. In my experiences with Reptilians I’ve noticed that they are, at least by human standards, not very adept at nuanced communication. It seems that they have limited patience when it comes to getting their blunt messages across. Complex trains of thought that encompass variables and subtleties seem to be either outside their range of interest or perhaps beyond the limitations of their mental capabilities.
I have seen these craft with a black, a dull silver and even a camouflage hull exterior. At night the dull black hull virtually disappears from sight, and similarly in daylight the dull silver hull makes an innocuous impression. The interior of this small vessels generally is devoid of seating and might be compared to the level of luxury that a commercial freight elevator displays. More information about these transport craft can be found here.
In some encounters I experienced involving this lizardman his arrival was by means of a glowing red sphere somewhere between 15cm to 20 cm in diameter. The edges of the sphere were fuzzy from the low level of radiant light that was emitted. In one case I was driving at night and a red ball of light showed up just outside the passenger side window of my van. After keeping pace with my vehicle for a few moments this glowing sphere passed through the closed window and in a blink of an eye somehow transformed into the body of Renjeck, who at that point was squeezed rather uncomfortably — tail and all — into the confined space available on the front seat of a 1973 VW camper van. In this experience I was at very close quarters with my handler, who commanded repeatedly that I should not look at him. This was probably good advice since I was driving on icy road conditions at the time and ogling a lizardman who just popped into the front of the car might have led to an accident. In other occurrences where Renjeck showed up first as a red orb there was a need for him to pass through a solid physical structure, such as a wall. This might indicate that this reptilian didn’t have the ability that many of the Grays that I have been abducted by displayed, namely to effortlessly pass through a solid pane of glass or even a wall. On the other side of the argument, the transformation from a physical body to an energetic, glowing orb was possibly a matter of expediencey and the need to both avoid beeing seen.
The presence of energetic glowing orbs is an element that has been a part of a few of my extraordinary encounters. To the extent that this subject may fit in with Renjeck’s ability to transform his physical body into a small glowing red orb, I’m giving some examples of these cases. In a 1977 abduction instigated by an albino “Draco” leader I was initially confronted by a blindingly bright orange sphere. In 1971 I was approached from a distance by two glowing orange spheres, one of which engulfed my body (the other took my friend) and transported me to a shuttle located a few hundred yards away in the woods. In this experience I felt very comfortable and detached from my physical body while inside the sphere and calmly observed our progress just as though I was looking out of a perfectly clear glass ball. This same general scenario has happened to me in other cases with Grays appearing in physical form and then by some magic or technological contrivance converting to a pearly, slightly glowing bubble about a meter in diameter. This type of orb slowly floated towards me — I should add that these orbs can also relocate instantaneously — and absorbed my body into its interior, just like the orange glowing ones mentioned above.
In these situations the orbs were used as devices for short range transport of a targeted individual with the least amount of resistance or upset. Once I had been moved to a destination — usually inside of a nearby shuttle craft — the bubble dissolved, so to speak, leaving me standing in complete amazement at the relocation process and having to deal with the situation at hand. In some other cases where I’ve seen orbs I wasn’t absorbed into their interior but was left outside gawking at them. In some of these experiences I was witnessing the transport and arrival of a being who had transposed into an energetic sphere. (Sad to say, in one incident this involved sanguinary vampire.) Under other circumstances I had ejected from my physical body due to serious injury and was floating in some kind of OBE-like near-death state some twenty to thirty feet above ground. Thus I think that on some level there is very likely a correlation between the various floating orbs that I and others have witnessed and the dynamics associated with non-physical conscious existence. Clearly, the topic of energetic orbs is central to a ET-supernatural-afterlife discussion and much remains to be explored in this regard.
On the more pedestrian level, there are some noteworthy characteristics of Renjeck’s style of running. From what I have observed, this lizardman didn’t engage in leisurely walks or casual, meditative strolls. When he decided to move it was accomplished in a quick and robust manner. This behaviour was probably due at least in part to his need to avoid being seen by witnesses but my impression is also that the sudden and speedy manner in which he moved was a product of his physiology and instinctive tendencies. On one occasion I got a good look at his ability to run, which was absolutely astounding. We needed to cross a large, empty parking lot to reach a nearby building, the Battelle Primate Research lab near the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. In his usual clipped communication Renjeck ordered, “Follow. Hurry! I was still getting out of my car while the lizardman had already run almost halfway across the lot. Sprinting to try to catch up with him, I saw that he was making huge leaps of nearly three meters, springing into the air close to a meter with each bound. I estimate that he traversed some 30 meters with less than a dozen of these spring-loaded leaps. In this process his entire body was leaning forward steeply, with arms reaching out in front as though he was clawing his way through space. These huge bounds while running were probably made possible at least in part by the extremely well developed thigh muscles Renjeck had, which is from what I’ve observed a characteristic that reptilians share in common. I’d say that Renjeck’s species — if that term applies — is built to run, and run fast.
SOME NOTES ABOUT DRACO FEET
The athletic sprinting ability of my reptilian handler contrasts sharply with what I’ve noticed about the albino “Draco” type of reptilian. In this case although their rather flabby thighs are well developed to an almost absurd degree, below the knee the legs look atrophied and the feet seem defective. This was particularly apparent in the case of the “Draco” I encountered in the Okeefenoke swamp in 1977, who had to be steadied by two reptilian attendants in order to walk. His feet seemed to be weak and mostly just dragged along the floor like flaps as this monster of a being pounded his way across the floor on his heels causing the building we were in to shudder with each step. I suppose that his feet weren’t completely useless however since he was able to stand in place unaided while haranguing me with his mostly undecipherable monologue and waving his hands in wild gesticulations presumably to help drive home his points. Additionally the two “Draco” type beings I had the displeasure of meeting in Tokyo in 1992 also displayed difficulty in walking. These albino reptilians had to raise their legs up considerably when walking just to prevent tripping over their own feet. This disability might have been amusing had it not been for the fact that at the time these bad boys were brandishing swords and not being shy about using them.
Possession – Mind Control
My reptilian handler had the capability to enter my mind and essentially take command of my body. This process ranged in degree, with a full takeover used only rarely, at least as far as I can remember. During these extreme events it seemed as though the point of reference of my conscious awareness had been pushed slightly backwards and that I was an observer rather than an operator of my body. This was a very strange and somewhat disconcerting but not particularly unpleasant sensation. It was as though there was another person who had entered my body who had somehow pushed “me” aside and taken over the controls while I was essentially just an observer who had been shoved to “back seat”, so to speak, of the physical vehicle of my body. In more moderate psychic intrusions my reptilian handler was something like a co-pilot of my body, with noticably clumsy results. One example of this awkwardness relates to my effort to talk to somebody while Renjeck was essentially forming the content of my speech — reptilians aren’t especially adept at casual conversation.
As I have briefly stated earlier in this report, I was subjected to a regimen of training, including being exposed to extreme, often times violent circumstances, including outright mental and physical torture. This training began when I was nine years old and came to a head, so to speak, with a closure type torture experience when I was eighteen years old. This training was, as best I can determine, under the purview of the Grays, who via their organizational hierarchy conduct what amounts to an operation of subcontracting various stages of recruiting and training of humans to serve their agenda. The “subcontractors” and/or spin-off alliances in this process constitute a wide spectrum of opportunistic types, not the least of which is the Faceless One, aka “Grim Reaper”, reported by many people in conjunction to extreme paranormal encounters. The upshot of this is that I was subjected to a curriculum of mind control with the intention and ultimate result of restructuring my psyche into partitions, whereby upon command one component responded to and served my reptilian handler without question, while the other component engaged in a life with free will, to the extent possible considering the circumstances.
End of an Era
The last time I saw Renjeck was on January 1, 1996. It was early in the AM hours when he silently came into my bedroom and ordered me to follow him. For some reason he insisted that I bring my eye glasses along. The lizardman was in a big hurry as usual but for some odd reason I wanted to stop before going out the back door to take my clothes out of the washing machine and put them into the dryer. After looking at me for a second with what I thought was a bewildered look, Renjeck gave me two clipped commands of “no” and “hurry”. We shuttled to a Gray disc craft that had a row of large viewing windows looking down onto the ocean. From our position, obviously many miles above the surface of the planet, the horizon displayed a noticeable curvature and thanks to having my glasses I could make out the extremely fine details of waves and white caps on the vast expanse of water spread out below us. All I could see was ocean, no land, and judging by the timing of the imminent sunrise (some six or seven hours ahead of pacific standard time, the time zone I came from) I surmised that we were perched above the Atlantic. A few Greys were in attendance along with Renjeck. As I stood near the window, amazed by the view, Renjeck came over to me and mentally told me to pay close attention. Apparently I was supposed to be a witness to an important event, a milestone in terms of the unfolding Gray agenda.
Just before the sun appeared above the horizon I saw some objects below us slowly move in from different directions. They were at the same altitude in a position miles below us but still high above the surface of the ocean. Steadily, more and more of a wide variety of craft arrived and formed a densely packed grouping. In just a few minutes there were hundreds of vehicles pressed together in a predetermined location over the Atlantic Ocean. This assemblage consisted of variously shaped vehicles, mostly rectangular boxcar freighters along with a few spheres and discs. The colors of these craft ranged from grey to black. After a span of a few minutes all of the vehicles had settled into their spots in what seemed to be an orderly manner, leaving a circular opening in the center of the pack. As I continued to watch this amazing event, the sun made its appearance above the horizon in a brilliant display of morning light. At that moment all of the craft below us disappeared from sight. A fuller explanation of the importance of this event will be addressed in future postings.
Copyright 2012 Ken Bakeman
A DRACO IN GEORGIA: PART 1
In the Spring of 1977 I was 23 years old. At that time I was struggling in my business as a builder of handmade musical instruments, mainly harpsichords and clavichords. The economy sucked and I didn’t have any new orders on the horizon. After I completed my last project and got paid for it I had an impulse to travel.
INTRODUCTORY COMMENTS ABOUT THIS ACCOUNT
Eventually on this trip I ended up on the east coast, driving south on Interstate 95 headed toward Jacksonville, Florida. A few minutes before I reached Jacksonville I suddenly had an odd thought about alligators. For some reason I was deeply worried about alligators in this area and wondered how people could live in such close proximity to these dangerous reptiles. Continuing to drive down the freeway I couldn’t shake the disturbing sensation that I was surrounded by alligators. At the time I was driving along a stretch of highway that had a dense pine forest along one side and, strangely, I had the unnerving image of dozens of ‘gators crawling out of the trees onto the roadway. This bizarre concern receded in a few minutes and was overshadowed by the fact that I was hungry. It was approaching 6:00 PM and my immediate intention was to find a place to have dinner in Jacksonville.After plodding along in rush hour traffic I finally crossed the bridge over the St. Marys river to get into the downtown area of Jacksonville. I cruised around town for a few minutes looking for a suitable restaurant but was beset by an irritating thought that I shouldn’t stop, rather, I should get back on the freeway and continue to go west. At the time I was oblivious to any idea that my behavior might have been influenced somehow, so an odd and unpleasant three-way battle took place between my rational mind, my stomach (which was screaming for food) and an unreasonable impulse to skip dinner and keep driving. For whatever reason, the unreasonable impulse won.Immediately after getting onto Interstate 10 I encountered grid lock traffic. Obviously I had made a stupid mistake by not stopping for dinner and waiting for the rush hour mess to diminish somewhat. I was in stop-and-go traffic, making very, very slow progress. The sun was getting low in its approach to the horizon but I could pull down the visor to block most of its glare. Eventually I crept up to a point where I saw an exit off the freeway. When I was a few hundred feet away from this exit I suddenly heard the ear piercing sound of a high pitched, monotone (single pitched) siren that seemed to be coming from a point extremely close to my van. My immediate thought was that an ambulance was trying to make its way through the snarl of traffic. But after checking in the mirrors and swiveling my head around I couldn’t see any sign of an emergency vehicle or any flashing lights that one might ordinarily associate with the wail of a siren under these circumstances.At the same time as this painful, high-pitched sound was going off the sun seemed to have taken a dive in the sky and had transformed into an incredibly bright orange sphere apparently hovering only a few feet in front of my van’s wind shield. This orange orb was blindingly bright and completely blocked my view of the traffic in front of me. Meanwhile, the siren had grown in intensity and seemed to be coming from inside my head, causing an excruciatingly painful headache. Under these horrific, inexplicable circumstances I naturally wanted to pull off the road onto the shoulder and seek some kind of relief from the pain and to avoid a traffic accident. Instead I kept creeping further forward towards the exit, finding that the siren and the blinding orange sphere were gradually going away, much to my relief.
Back in 1977 SR 121 was a fairly lonely stretch of pavement. I drove by some ramshackle lots for vacationers to park their trailers in. As I recall, there were ‘live bait’ signs which led me to believe that these locations were related to sport fishing. I was on the look-out for a country store or even a gas station where I might buy a candy bar, but couldn’t find one. After several miles I came to a ‘Y’ in the road and saw an old, weathered sign that said, “Welcome to Georgia, the Peach State”. On an impulse I veered to the left which took me onto SR 185 going north. As I recall, I drove by an area on the left (west) side of the road which was fenced off and displayed a sign that read something to the effect of, “Danger — Bomb Testing Area — Do Not Enter” and some designation of being a U.S. military site.
Now feeling rather exhausted due to hunger, not to mention the after effects of a horrible headache and the disorienting situation of being lost on a deserted road I just kept plodding along with the ambiguous hope of finding someplace to stay for the night. After almost a half hour of driving on this lonely road it was now past sunset and getting dark. My fuzzy-headed state suddenly shifted to alertness when up ahead I saw a fire burning in the middle of the road. As I slowed down to see what the heck was going on it became apparent that a roadblock had been set up with a barrel containing a blazing fire as a warning. A large box truck was parked behind the barricade, blocking the roadway, which gave me no choice but to come to a stop. Three men wearing dark green overalls and armed with rifles immediately came over to my van. Two came to the driver’s door and without introduction yanked me out of the seat and the other went over to sliding door to extract my dog, Puchok. Puchok, a Samoyed was ordinarily a complete failure as a guard dog but in this situation, to my astonishment, he was growling and trying desperately to avoid being pulled out of the van. This ended when my dog was smacked in the head with the butt of the rifle and went limp.
As soon as I was out of the driver’s seat I had my hands pulled behind my back and locked together in a set of handcuffs. I was up against two young men who were armed, so my only reasonable choice at this point was to submit to this inexplicable arrest and to stammer some questions that didn’t get answered. At least right away. Puchok was dragged away and taken into the back of the box truck. As I watched my van being driven up a ramp into the back of this same truck a burlap bag was pulled over my head. Shortly after that I heard the sliding door being closed. Then I was pushed into the cab of the truck, forced to sit awkwardly in between the driver and one of the other men. I was ordered to keep my mouth shut and to sit still. It seemed that we drove north a little ways up 185 and then took a left turn. The road at this stage was obviously unpaved and in the truck I felt each bump and pot hole, made extremely uncomfortable given that my hands were pulled together behind my back. I was also having a hard time getting air through the bag over my head and was in a mental tailspin thinking about what this kidnapping was all about and how it might end up.
After getting over the initial shock of seeing this wild creature — yes, I was in for a big surprise — I started to get a sense of what the heck he was on about. Along with the hoarse, throaty vocalizations and the crazy gesticulations I could actually feel painful sensations like slaps and punches to my body even though I wasn’t in physical contact with this bizarre individual. This method of communication certainly didn’t make it either easy or pleasant to engage in but in amongst the indecipherable preaching (assuming that’s what was going on) I thought I caught a few understandable phrases that were transmitted mainly by a brutal blend of telepathy and psychic jabs. As best I could determine, part of what the albino Snake-man was ranting about concerned how much he hated Abraham Lincoln. This seemed to be related to the the intrusion of industrialization into ‘his’ territory which was, as best I could determine, anathema to these reptile-like beings. If I understood it correctly, he claimed to be alive during the time period of the Civil War, and even long before that. I got bits and pieces of this message, including his horror at the penetration of the railroad into his region. This, apparently, was seen as a gross violation of a sovereign habitat — I supposed the swampy area we were in — claimed as an ancestral, territorial right for his type of creature. Making things even more difficult to understand, the Snake-man’s dissertation was all over the map, both in terms of geography and time lines. There were snippets concerning ancient Egypt which got mixed up with a dizzying array of allusions to other cultures, with the general theme being expansion of the benefits to human civilization that he seemed to be claiming credit for.
This harangue continued on for several more minutes but I was having a hard time paying attention not only because of the painful torrent of psychic gibberish but because my handler, Renjeck was making his presence known to me. I was told by by handler, who seemed to be speaking from inside my own head, to get ready to cover my eyes. This message was delivered telepathically in typical ‘Renjeckian’ fashion, that is with maximum intensity and minimum content. on command I was supposed to close my eyes and cover them with both hands, pressing as hard as possible. While the albino snake-man was still ranting away I mentally heard, “Now!”. Following the instructions I jerked my hands up to my face and smashed them down over my eyes as hard as I could. Even with this covering I was suddenly struck with an explosion of painfully bright white light. It was one of the Grays’ light bombs!
In an instant the room I was in turned into a scene of complete confusion. Even with my advanced warning from Renjeck my vision was in a state like after looking directly into a camera flash bulb that went off unexpectedly only a few inches away. All around me there was a commotion that I couldn’t see much of but heard very plainly, with screams of pain from the two human guards who kept saying, “I can’t see” and loud moaning and whining from the reptile-like creatures who also had been exposed to the blast of light. The light bomb seems to have been set off just outside a set of casement windows only about ten feet away from where our ‘meeting’ had been taking place. In the bedlam I physically felt someone taking hold of me by the shoulder while I mentally heard the succinct order of, “follow me”. Under the circumstances I allowed myself to be guided out of the room.
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The Verges: A Chronicle of Alien Encounters
This is the table of contents for The Verges, Book 1 that hopefully should be available in paperback and ebook by the end of November or the first part of December. I’ve added a short description of what the accounts are about.
I started to write this book way back in 1996 and had one version completed and published in a limited edition in 2008. But then — of course I seem to like to make my life complicated for some stupid reason — I decided to include discussions after the individual chronicles, which added about another 100 pages. The effort has been worthwhile, imo, and also by having the extra four-five years of reviewing the experiences I’ve been able to see patterns and linkages that were upon first remembering totally a mystery.
Of course, these types of alien encounters will always be mysterious and I absolutely do not claim to have definitive answers about the unusual goings-on related to UFOs and alien visitations. But what I offer in The Verges is my personal account of what happened to me, beginning when I was three years old (and probably even before I was born) and my interpretation of what is involved. If someone is looking for a viewpoint that is funneled through rose-tinted glasses, this book would probably not a good fit for them.
The Verges, Book One chronicles the years between 1955 and 1977 when the author, Ken Bakeman, was recruited to serve in an exo-political agenda concerning the management of terrestrial humans. Between the time when he was two and eighteen years old, Ken was subjected to a regimen of trauma-based mind control in order to extract unquestioning allegiance to this occult governance of Earth. This is the first part of a true account about how a kid from the suburbs of middle class America became entangled in a complex world consisting of a wide range of exogenic beings, including Reptilians, the gray-skinned Ant People, Shape-shifting vampires and many other opportunistic beings who prey on humans.
Book related link: https://www.blogtalkradio.com/fallenangelstv/2013/02/28/the-verges-a-chronicle-of-unusual-encounters
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