by bluesbaby5050 on September 9th, 2014

A number of people have reported strange and unusual activities surrounding one of the mountains of the Cascade range of northern California... Mt. Lassen.

These reports suggest that this area may in fact be a 'battle-ground' between benevolent and malevolent powers. Some have stated that there is an 'alien' atmosphere about the place, others have described strange 'voices' which seem to come from nowhere, while still others have described 'showers' of rocks ranging in size from small pea-like pebbles to basketball-size stones, in a few cases. This phenomena 'might' result from volcanic activity, then again, it might not. It is interesting that several people who have had 'close encounters' with reptiloids have stated that throwing rocks - sometimes with deadly force - is one strategy used by the reptiloids to discourage curious humans from invading 'their' territory. At the same time, these creatures apparently have little or no problem with invading OUR domain.

There have even been other reports suggesting that there is a 'base' near Mt. Lassen in which reptiloid activity is taking place, and has been for some time - activity involving a group of humans who have allowed themselves to fall under the 'spell' or the control of the serpent race, and are serving their cause. The account which we will describe shortly was released by Val Valerian in June of 1992, and appeared in the 'LEADING EDGE' magazine. This report describes what appear to be human-sized reptilians (who might, with some alterations, be able to pass themselves off as humans?) or reptiloids that appear to be extremely dangerous and threatening.

In fact there are other accounts that suggest that the human-sized [and larger] reptiloids absolutely despise humanity and - unlike the more 'intellectually indifferent' saurian grays -- have been seen to express deep rage, anger, hatred, impudence and an almost demonic contempt for the human race. The Grays' form of "enmity" against the human race is on the other extreme from that of the 'Reptoids', and consists of absolute indifference to human life or suffering, however total indifference can be just as destructive to humankind as is the raging, vicious hatred expressed by the larger reptilian predators that act as overseers to the grays. This is why the saurian grays can dip their arms in a tank full of dismembered human corpses that are being mixed with hydrogen peroxide for their protein and enzymatic content, and rub this substance over their bodies without the slightest twinge of conscience.

The grays normally come from deep space, far from the multi- dimensional densities of earth, therefore they have become incarnations of the extremes of intellectual indifference. The reptiloids dwell deep within the earth, where the dense energies of the physical-material realm produce the opposite extremes of emotional animosity. Both species are the end results of intellectual and emotional energies taken to the extremes, on either side of the golden mean.

As we've said, insectilian indifference can be just as destructive as all-out draconian malevolence. In this event, one should not consider the grays as being any better nor benevolent than the 'reptilioids', simply because the extra- terrestrial grays are far more intellectually oriented - and much more emotionless - than are their larger sub-terranean neo-saurian cousins. Since the reptilian hierarchy operates on fear, competition, ego, and absolute control, there will nevertheless be accounts such as the one following which indicate that the lower levels of the reptilian hierarchy are fearful of the higher ups. This is undoubtedly due to the fact that execution is sometimes used to maintain obedience among the lower hierarchies by making examples out of certain members that do not fall "in line" with the agenda (this tension between the different reptilian "classes" may be used to human advantage in the future).

The hu-brids (human-hybrids possessing a human soul as opposed to the re-brids or reptilian-hybrids which possess no soul-matrix) would be another story altogether. There is much evidence that these beings who are bred for slavery from birth are themselves being kept in subjection through fear and intimidation and possibly even the threat of death. In this case, many of the 'hybrid' species might be convinced to choose in favor of their human-DNA nature as opposed to their reptilian DNA nature. There is also evidence that many if not most of these hubrids are inwardly in opposition to the indifferent grays and the malevolent reptiloids.

Val Valerian introduces the woman who experienced an encounter with the "aliens" near Mt. Lassen, in the following words:

"The case of this San Francisco woman is highly illustrative of the abduction situation... This kind lady came to me recently for assistance and is in the process of receiving it. Her case is detailed below in the hope that it will contribute toward additional research in this area. Her name is understandably withheld to maintain confidentiality."

We will quote only portions of this lengthy account of a possible encounter with a group of people ['horlocks'? - see the account given of two men who claimed to have actually went INSIDE Mt. Lassen several years before, which will quote later on in this article] under Reptilian control:

"...I described an experience I had remembered in re-occurring flashbacks WHICH TOOK PLACE IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE NEAR MT. LASSEN, CALIFORNIA. I believe the year was 1969 or 1970. What happened there had a profound effect on my life, in a VERY NEGATIVE way.

"...I am a 31 year old woman living in the city of San Francisco. For the past 2 years I have been living in a nightmare of sleepless nights, hellish dreams, strange dreams in which the information 'given' in the dream 'comes true', what I can only describe as ominous coincidences and manifestations of a paranormal nature, unusual sensations during sleep (when I do sleep)... and to top it off, a slow but steady flow of bizarre memories in the form of intense flashbacks and nightmares (which reoccur constantly) of events going all the way back to my early childhood.

"I can mark the beginning of all this 'trouble' to a Saturday even- ing in July of 1988 when, while at work, I witnessed a luminous ball of light make a dramatic entrance and exit, stopping long enough to 'visit' with us (I had five witnesses in the room with me).

"From... October of 1990 right up through last weekend before I heard you speak I had been living with a kaleidoscope of images and memories of bizarre encounters and topsy-turvy like interactions with apparently non-human beings, none of which made any sense to me.

"While you were speaking it felt as if little bells were going off in my head. I could hardly believe that you were describing certain things that I thought (and hoped) only existed in my mind! I have spent the last 2 years of my life trying to convince my therapist that little GREY CREATURES had repeatedly visited me as a child and on at least one occasion, while I was staying at a cabin in the woods with my parents, they brought me to their 'ship' where other (different looking) beings along with human beings (earth people) did all kinds of crazy things including what I refer to; for lack of a better explanation, as 'splitting my mind'. The closest description I could give to explain the above stated term would be that I experienced something akin to INDUCED PSYCHOSIS.

"This event occurred when I was eight, possibly nine years old. While I have yet to undergo hypnosis, I have many memories which are very fragmented and blocked. Although the above mentioned experience is perhaps the most traumatic, a lot of vivid images and details are somewhat clear. I have a distinct memory of being made to lay on a table and having what I thought was a three- pronged fork stuck in my lower back (right next to my spine) and a smaller one stuck in the back of my [a word is apparently left out here... 'neck'?] directly vertical to the one in my back. I have the scars (both of triangular shaped patterns) to match the memory. I remember looking up at different colored lights that kept changing and feeling OK one minute and screaming in agony the next. I remember someone talking to me but I could not see them. I'm not sure how much of this is in sequence as I have not remembered it that way. I remember screaming because I really thought (and felt) like I was falling through a crack in the Earth, then some people came in and told me that I could stop screaming because it wasn't happening anymore. I remember awkward things, like a door opening when it wasn't supposed to and seeing human beings on the other side and someone saying 'sh*t!' or something close to that word. I remember a bunch of beings in some kind of outfits and because I'm screaming so loudly one of them takes off this 'head-piece' (like some kind of fire personnel wear) and I stop screaming because I see that it is a woman, but then I hear a man's voice yelling at her and making her put it back on her head. I remember a lot of screaming, but it did not do much good.

At one point, after I had been on the table for awhile with the 'forks' plugged into my back (I also remember this voice I couldn't see saying the same things over and over and over again and I remember repeating it back to him -- most of which I cannot remember) the one I call the 'head doctor' came in to check on me (I was very sick, maybe even drugged) and he now had on a shiny dark blue overalls with an insignia above his chest (the insignia consisted of an outline of a man or a being with a line down through the middle of it, and the left half of the figure was black or dark while the right side was light). I remember a whole set of separate interactions with the 'aliens'; of 'playing' with a strange looking one I thought was a child, of being shown a dead squirrel and being asked to touch it, of being given 'information' while looking into the eyes of one of the grays (this information, what I can remember, appears to involve future events in my own life and also in the world including what appears to be some sort of global disaster). I also remember one of the greys asking something from me and I agreed to it -- whatever it is, I cannot remember. I REMEMBER MEETING A 'GREY' WITH ORANGE-RED EYES THAT HAD SLITS DOWN THE MIDDLE... and all the other greys were afraid of this one. Perhaps the most disturbing thing I remember is of a group of three or so beings with long blue capes and faces I cannot remember, coming in twice to stick a 'pea up my nose'. When I had this particular flashback several months ago I swear to you I physically re-experienced what that felt like!

"...I believe I may have one of those implants that you spoke about at your workshop. I have checked on the roof of my mouth and did see what looks like needle marks as you suggested during your talk. I have experienced some strange things going on with my body lately and I find myself feeling compelled to do certain things -- especially like going to certain locations; most recently all the way to Arizona! I do not wish to continue living like I have been for the past four years [Note: she also explained that the controllers motivated her into studying "Zen Buddhism" at the age of 12, and at age 20 she had come to the point of advanced Zen meditation. Could this be an attempt on the part of the controllers to train her to place herself into an altered state of consciousness, one in which she could, with the help of the implant(s), be all-the- easier influenced mentally? Many occult lodges attempt to get the initiate to surrender to certain spiritual entities by teaching them a form of "meditation" which involves "blanking out" the mind, of "letting go", or "giving up" willful control over oneself to the some invisible guide or guides. As they say, nature hates a vacuum, and if a human surrenders control of their own mind and thoughts, then "something else" is bound to take control].

"...I have called all over the country and found support groups, but none in my area. I even asked Mr. Budd Hopkins if he would see me, but he became rather unenthusiastic when I insisted there were human beings in my memories (he does not believe there are humans involved/working with 'aliens'). He promised to put me in touch with 'his people' working in San Francisco, but as of yet... I have not heard from him.

"I don't mean to complain, but I guess I just wanted to convey my level of frustration.

"...You mentioned in your talk a woman researcher in Hawaii (you did not say her name) who claims to have had success in locating and deactivating these various implants. You mentioned she had some kind of instrument available that could detect these things. I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me how to get in touch with her. If you could send me her name and address or phone number or the name and address of anybody you think might be able to help me at any level -- if you know anyone in my area who works with people like me -- I would also appreciate their name(s). You mentioned that in England they have extracted some implants, do you know who and where? I feel as though I've been brainwashed and need to be 'de-programmed' but I can't seem to convince anybody that any of this really happened....well I did convince one person, unfortunately he's an optometrist. I guess I find that to be really funny, but I'm not sure why.

"I am willing to go anywhere inside or outside of the country. I do not have a lot of money, but I do have some resources available to me..."

Unfortunately, this woman is not the only one in this desperate situation. Who out there has the compassion and the means to help these people? If your out there and have the medical or therapeutic skills which are being denied to so many abductees, then we ENCOURAGE you to use your talents to help these victims and (if possible) aid them in the removal of the implants which have been used by the 'aliens' as thought control mechanisms. Others may be able to assist in their psychological "de-programming" of the alter-hypno-subliminal "instructions" which may have been implanted within their fragmented subconscious as well. Many have indicated that their lives have been all but sabotaged emotionally, mentally, and even physically by these implants, which 'serve' as a 'back door' for the aliens to invade a human mind and influence or manipulate their victims' thoughts patterns in such a way as to accommodate their other-worldly agenda...

Mt. Lassen is a dormant volcano, part of the Cascade range of California, Oregon, Washington and southwestern Canada. There is evidence that a prehistoric race, possibly akin to the Murians and Atlans, had conquered the interior of the earth in the most distant past, having left the evidence of their ancient presence deep within the subterranean recesses of the earth, to be found later by humans and aliens alike. Some of these humans who -- apparently highly motivated members of occult fraternities seeking out the 'secret science' of the ancients -- found their way into the depths, and inevitably came under the mental control of the reptilian humanoids, as is suggested by the previous case, and also by the following one as well.

Some years ago a man by the name of Ralph B. Fields submitted the following account to AMAZING STORIES scifi/scifact Magazine (Dec. 1946 issue, pp. 155-157), with the assurance that it was true and actually occurred just as written. Although caution and an analytical mind should be in order when dealing with these kinds of claims, the following report nevertheless seems to tie-in with the previous account given by the anonymous woman who contacted Val Valerian [John Grace] following her abductions near Mt. Lassen. Mr. Fields writes:

"...In beginning this narrative and the unexplained events that befell my friend and myself, I offer no explanation, nor do I even profess to offer any reason. In fact, I have yet to find a clue that will, even in part, offer any explanation whatever. Yet as it did happen, there must be some rhyme or reason to the whole thing. It may be that someone can offer some helpful information to a problem that just should not exist in these times of enlightenment.

"To begin with, if we had not been reading an article in a magazine telling us about the great value of guano (bat droppings in old caves, which are considered to be an extremely effective fertilizer) that have accumulated over a great number of years, we would have continued to wend our merry way through life without ever having a thing to worry about.

"But having read the article as we were at the time living near a small town called Manten in Tehama County, California, we thought that that would be a good country to explore for a possible find to this kind. After talking it over for some time and as we had plenty of time just then, we decided to take a little trip up the country just back of us. As we were almost at the foot of Mount Lassen, that seemed the best place to conduct our little prospecting tour.

"So collecting a light camping outfit, together with a couple of tents to sleep in, we started out on what we expected to be a three-or-four-day jaunt up the mountain.

"I guess we covered about ten or twelve miles on the third day and it was fast approaching time to begin to look for a place to spend the night and the thought was not very amusing as it had turned a little colder and we were well over 7,000 feet above sea level.

"We soon found a sheltered place beneath a large outcrop of rock and set about making a camp. As I was always the cook and Joe the chore boy, I began getting things ready to fix us some grub and Joe began digging around for some dead scrub brush to burn. I had things all ready and looked around for Joe and his firewood. But I could see no signs of him. I began calling for him and he soon came into sight from around the very rock where we were making our camp. And I knew he was laboring under some great excitement and his face was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"He had found a cave. The entrance was on the other side of that very rock. He was all for exploration right away. But I argued that we had better wait till morning. But he argued that in a cave it was always night and we would have to use flashlights anyway, so what would be the difference? Well, we finally decided that we would give it at least a once-over after we had a bite to eat.

"It wasn't much to call a cave at first as it had a very small entrance, but back about 20 feet it widened out to about 10 feet wide and around eight feet high. And it did reach back a considerable distance as we would see at least 100 yards and it appeared to bend off to the left. The floor sloped slightly down.

"We followed to the bend and again we could see a long way ahead and down.

"At this point we became a little afraid as we were some way into the mountain. The idea of being inside so far seemed to make us a little afraid. But we reasoned that inasmuch as there were no branches or connecting caves we could not get lost and therefore had nothing to be afraid of. So we went on.

"We found no sign of anything that we could imagine to be our much sought guano nor signs of any animals being inside the cave.

"I don't know how far we went, but it must have been a mile or two, as we kept on walking and the cave never changed it's contour or size. Noticing this I mentioned it to Joe. And we discovered an amazing thing. The floor seemed to be worn smooth as though it had been used for a long time as a path or road. The walls and ceiling of the cave seemed to be cut like a tunnel. It was solid rock and we knew that no one would cut a tunnel there out of rock as there had been no sign of mining operations (tailings). And the rock in the walls and ceiling was run together like it had been melted. Or fused from a great heat.

"While we were busy examining the cave in general, Joe swore he saw a light way down in the cave. We started down the cave once more and found a light. Or should I say the light found us as it was suddenly flashed into our faces. We stood there blinded by it for a minute until I flashed my light at it's source and saw we were confronted by three men.

"These men looked to be about 50 or a little younger. They were dressed in ordinary clothing such as is worn by most working men in the locality. Levi type pants and flannel shirts and wool coats. They wore no hats. But THEIR SHOES LOOKED STRANGE AS THEIR SOLES WERE SO THICK that they gave the impression of being made of wood.

"We just stood there for a minute or two and looked at them. We had no idea there was anybody within miles of us and there stood three men looking at us in a cave a mile or so in the depths of old Mount Lassen.

"I was scared. We were unarmed. And we knew nothing about these men. One of them spoke to us. He asked what we were looking for. I told him, but I could see he didn't believe it. We both tried to convince him, but he just smiled. We had a little argument with him, but fearing they might be some criminal gang in hiding, we came to the conclusion that we had better retreat. Turning to go we were confronted by two more of them.

"I can't find any words to express the fear and utter helplessness I felt in finding our retreat cut off. I do remember having remarked to Joe, 'Well, it looks like we are behind the well-known eight-ball.' I sure didn't feel as jovial as I spoke either. One of the strangers told us, 'I think maybe you had better come with us.'

"We were in no position to argue, though we both would have liked to do a little of that right there, but we had no way of enforcing our arguments. Where could a hero gain any credit in a place like that? So we permitted the five to escort us deeper into the depths of old Lassen.

"They had led us farther down and I guess we had gone a couple more miles when we came to the first thing that really amazed us.

"We came to a place where the cavern widened out a little and we saw some kind of machine, if it can be called that. Though I had no chance to examine it closely at the time, I did later and it was a very strange contrivance. It had a very flat bottom, but the front was curved upward something like a toboggan. The bottom plate was about eight inches thick and it was the color of pure copper. But it was very hard tempered.

Although I have had a lot of experience in metals and alloys, I had no opportunity to examine it closely enough to determine just what it was. I doubt very much if I could. It had a seat in the front directly behind a heavy dashboard affair and there was a dial shaped in a semi-circle with figures or markings on it. I had not the slightest idea what they stood for, but they were very simple to remember. If there was a motor, it was in the rear. All I could see was two horseshoe or magnet-shaped objects that faced each other with the round parts to the outside. When this thing was in operation, a brilliant green arc seemed to leap between the two and to continue to glow as it was in operation. The only sound it gave off was a hum or buzz that sounded like a battery charger in operation.

"The seat in the front was very wide. The only method of operation was a black tear-shaped object which hung from the panel by a chain. One of these men sitting in the middle took this thing and touched the sharp end to the first figure on the left side of the dial.

"When he touched the first figure, the contraption seemed to move almost out from under us. But it was the smoothest and quietest take-off I ever experienced. We seemed to float. Not the slightest sound or vibration. And after we had traveled for a minute he touched the next figure on the dial and our speed increased at an alarming rate. But when he had advanced the black object over past the center of the dial, our speed increased until I could hardly breathe. I can't begin to estimate the distance we had traveled or our speed, but it was terrific. The two horseshoe objects in the rear created a green light that somehow shone far ahead of us, lighting up the cavern for a long way. I soon noticed a black line running down the center of the cavern and our inner-mountain taxi seemed to follow that.

"I don't know how long we continued our mad ride, but it was long enough for us to become used to the terrific speed and we had just about overcome our fear of some kind of wreck when we were thrown into another spasm of fear.

"Another machine of the same type was approaching us head on. I could see that our captors were very nervous, but our speed continued. As the other machine became closer our speed slowed down very fast and we came to a smooth stop about two feet from the front of the other machine.

"Our machine had no sooner stopped than our captors leaped from the machine and started to dash away. A fine blue light leaped from the other machine in a fine pencil beam and it's sweep caught them and they fell to the cavern and lay still.

"The figures dismounted from the other machine and came close to us. Then I noticed they carried a strange object in their hands. It resembled a fountain pen flashlight with a large, round, bulb-like affair on the back end and a grip something like a German luger. They pointed them at us.

"After seeing what had happened to our erstwhile captors I thought that our turn was next, whatever it was. But one spoke to us.

"'Are you surface people?'

"'I guess we are, as this is where we came from very recently.'

"'Where did the horlocks find you?'

"'If you mean those guys there,' I pointed to the five motionless figures, 'back there a few hundred miles.' I pointed toward the way we had come in our wild ride.

"'You are very fortunate that we came this way,' he told us. 'You would have also become horlocks and then we would have had to kill you also.' That was the first time I had realized that the others were dead.

"They put their strange weapons away and seemed friendly enough, so I ventured to ask them the who and why and everything we had run into. I told them of our search for guano and how we had encountered the five horlocks - as he called them. And also asked him about the machines and their operation and could we get out again? He smiled and told us.

"'I could not tell you too much as you would not understand. There are so many things to explain and you could not grasp enough of what I could myself tell you. The people on the surface are not ready to have the things that the ancients have left. Neither I nor any one in any of the caverns know why these things work, but we do know how to operate some of them. However, there are a great many evil people here who create many unpleasant things for both us and the surface people. They are safe because no one on the surface believes us or them. That is why I am telling you this. No one would believe that we exist. We would not care, but there are many things here that the outer world must not have until they are ready to receive them, as they would completely destroy themselves, so we must be sure that they do not find them. As for the machine, I don't know how it works. But I know some of the principles of it. It works simply by gravity. And it is capable of reverse. The bottom plate of it always is raised about four inches from the surface of the floor. That is why there is no friction and has such a smooth operation. This object suspended from this chain is pure carbon. It is the key to the entire operation. As I told you before, I cannot explain why it runs, but it does. We want you two to return to where you came and forget about us. We will show you how to operate the sled and we want you never again to enter the cave. If you do and you do not encounter the horlocks, we will have to do something about you ourselves so it would not be advisable to not try to return at all events. One thing I can tell you. We never could permit you to leave another time.'

"He explained to us the operation of the machine and in some way reversed it's direction. So thanking them, we seated ourselves in the sled, as he had called it, and were soon on our way back.

"Our return trip was really something we enjoyed, as I was sure not to advance the carbon far enough on the dial to give us such terrific speed, but we soon found ourselves where we started from. The sled slid to a smooth stop and we jumped out and started up the cave afoot.

"We must have walked a long way coming in, for we thought we never would come to the surface. But at last we did. And it was late afternoon when we emerged.

"We lost no time in making our way down the mountain, and Joe tells me that he isn't even curious about what is in that cave.

"But I am. What is the answer to the whole thing? I would like to know. We had been told enough for me to believe that down there somewhere there are things that might baffle the greatest minds of this Earth. Sometimes I'm tempted to go back into that cave if I could find it again, which I doubt, but, then I know the warning I heard in there might be too true, so I guess I had better be of the same mind as Joy. He says: "What we don't know don't hurt us."

By B. Alan Walton.
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