by bluesbaby5050 on September 7th, 2014

REPTILIAN … ENCOUNTERS WITH UNUSUAL HUMANOIDS. These are articles and accounts I have written to document some of my encounters with Saurian Humanoids and other cryptic beings that operate in and around the terrestrial landscape. The images shown represent a reasonably close resemblance to seven of the eight or nine types of Reptilian that I have had first-hand experiences with.

” Up close, I was confronted by the frightening appearance of this creature. In the dim lighting coming from the night-light on the stove in the kitchen, I could see that this creature was about six feet tall. He wore no clothing. Instead, his body was sheathed with a dark green hide, textured with a pattern of oval, bead-like scaling. Looking up at his face, I was drawn to his bright yellow-gold eyes. Cat-like, vertical pupils had adjusted to the darkness and now opened, were taking in the view of their quarry, me. His fingers and toes were slightly webbed and had pointy, claw-like nails.

I could just make out a two-foot-long tail extending from the base of his spine. With no hair on his head or any other part of his body that I could tell, his muscular, anthropomorphic form approximated a man-sized, two-legged lizard. This impression was further accentuated by his minimal nose, just two small openings on either side of a slight ridge, that reminded me of my pet turtle’s nose. He also seemed to lack ears. A wide, lipless mouth stretched across his face, only slightly above his jaw line. I sure hoped he didn’t have big teeth.

We stared at each other for a few moments, then I demanded in a barely controlled, shaky whisper to know what he wanted from me. My confrontational tone seemed to elicit an almost jocular response. With arms crossed, he looked down at me and, more seriously now, pronounced, “I seek a partner, someone I can train to assist me in my work.” This unexpected statement was intriguing. After briefly assimilating what I had just heard, I couldn’t help but ask the obvious follow-up question.

I whispered, “Um, what kind of work do you do?”

The lizardman’s response was blunt.

He said, “I kill people”. By Ken Bakeman -

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bluesbaby5050: Meeting The Lizardman, Part 1

Meeting The Lizardman, Part 1.
This account concerns my initial contact experiences with a Reptilian being in the summer of 1962, when I was an eight-year-old kid.

am_renjeck_2012bYou can read some more details about this individual here where I have described his various abilities, physical features and attributes based on my observations over a span of more than thirty years. This includes a phobia of water which I suspect, from a psychological standpoint, was aquaphobia. I think it’s safe to say that this individual was not an amphibian, or if he was he had some serious issues to deal with in his life. I’m laughing a little as I write this but the truth is that this lizardman was terrified of bodies of water like lakes (Kootenay Lake for example) and being near the water’s edge on Puget Sound in Washington State.

This brings to mind the topic of trying to classify a very wide range of entities/beings which at least superficially based on their displayed form seem to belong to what I, for the purpose of simplicity, have called ‘Reptilian’.

Until and unless there is well established evidence of genomic and, even better yet, phylogenic typology my preference is to use more generic terms even though this results in a rather unsatisfactory designation of these cryptoids.

The question also remains: is it even possible to genetically analyze transdimensional and/or multidimensional beings? At this stage I think the answer, for a variety of reasons is annoyingly both ‘yes’ and ‘no’, depending on which phase of expression they are captured in for analytical purposes.

A few years previous to this 1962 contact experience with the Reptilian, which took place in the prosaic setting of the dining room of my parents’ house, I had already been evaluated for suitability by four pale skinned, Archon-like beings who wore long, white robes.

I reservedly reference the term ‘Archon’ here but think it might be applicable in context because at the time of this experience my child’s mind innocently interpreted these beings as God, even though they were, in my opinion, ugly and I had an impossible time trying to figure out which one of the four was in charge. This confusion was due in large part by the voices of the four beings speaking together all at once and giving me what I thought at the time were confusing answers to my simple, straight-forward questions.

The reason I mention this meeting with the ‘Archons’ is related to some of my other experiences later in childhood in which I was clearly tested not only to determine how well I interacted both passively and actively with very strange looking beings but also to closely monitored life-threatening circumstances.

These interactions and evaluations seem to have been in large measure both orchestrated and executed by the Grays who, based on my observations over the decades, operate in a ridgedly hierarchical military style organization — a quasi-symbiotic counterpart to the Reptilian equivalent — which oversees the terrestrial human soul-farming project.

Apparently by the age of eight I had passed enough tests to qualify for the next stage, which was to be assigned a handler and my first introduction to this being is reported as follows.

Note: The blue, italicized text in this account represents the portion of my experience when my physical body was sound asleep and my consciousness was out of body.

The image I saw reflected in the mirror showed an eight-year-old boy, me, dressed in ridiculous looking pajamas. I was covered with locomotives! My mother had bought me a new pair of pajamas and despite my request for something simple she chose a design with train locomotives and steam whistles. Now it was time to go to bed and I had to try to blot out the virtual cacophony of a train station from my thoughts before falling asleep. Climbing under the covers, I couldn’t help but wonder what Mom had in mind when she chose such ‘industrial strength’ pajamas. Maybe she imagined that the trains would take me on interesting far away dreams. Regardless of the loud pajamas, sleep arrived in its usual, stealthy way and in only a few minutes I was off in another world.

I looked down on the boy whose body I occupied when he was awake, satisfied that he had dropped into a deep sleep. It was easy to slip out of his physical form when his brain entered the dream-state. My friends, who had also left their corporeal selves behind, arrived to meet with me and we floated some thirty feet above the house, joined in this nocturnal get-together. In our current state, we assumed the architecture of energy spheres, each one radiating a unique aura of light depending on our disposition. I shone a creamy-yellow hue marbled with silver, but my friends displayed a range of other colors.

From the dimensional vantage point that we were now ‘perched’ on, I could see right through the roof and walls of the house in which my body was sleeping. It was as though they were both completely transparent and intimately detailed with physical characteristics at the same time. I saw that my sister had left her physical body, like me, but she had configured in a non-physical simulation of her anatomical self and was playing with a ‘spirit’ friend on the floor of her bedroom. My parents had drifted out of their physical bodies too. Two foggy forms hovered a few feet above their sleeping selves, each tethered by a curly cord connected near their navels. I could tell that the majority of their soul material had drifted far, far away. Who could say what realm they were currently in?

My friends had come to me for a reason. In essence, they asked, one more time, “Are you sure that you want to go ahead with this?” They were referring to a fateful meeting soon to take place, the seeds of which had been planted well before I incarnated into this particular time/space sequence. Layer upon layer of my soul experience on Earth had accrued to the point where the swirling vortices of pride, judgment and fear had converged into this lifetime. Like the locomotives on the boy’s pajamas, these forces were difficult to deny. In famous last words, I told my friends, “I want to go ahead with the meeting. I think that I can handle it”.

Just as I expressed this conviction with the Others as witness, a black shuttle craft landed in the back yard. We gazed down and saw a being exit the small vehicle. This anthropoid form, draped in a black cape, walked towards the house. With no time to loose, I bid a hasty goodbye to my friends and relocated to the boy’s bedroom. Eager to greet the visitor, I reached out to open the bedroom door but my hand passed right through the doorknob. Darn! I forgot to reconfigure with my physical form. I jumped up and made a perfunctory landing into the boy’s body.

Waking up abruptly from a deep sleep, I felt really thirsty. For some reason I could only think about going to the kitchen and getting a glass of milk from the refrigerator. What time was it, anyway? Aiming my sleepy eyes at the illuminated clock, I saw that it was a little after three in the morning. Rousing myself out of bed, I pulled on my knitted, rubber-soled slippers and a robe. Cautious not to make too much noise (not wanting to wake Mom and Dad) I ventured out into the living room on the way to the kitchen. In the darkness, my eyes hit upon a figure standing motionless in the dining room. I froze and stared at the intruder, trying to determine who or what it was. In a deep baritone, his thoughts entered my mind, saying, “Come closer to me”.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, pushing me to the extreme limits of terror. A part of me wanted to flee, but my body was stuck. It wasn’t responding to the frantic commands of my mind, which were screaming, “Run for it!” The voice of the dark figure insinuated itself into my mind again, saying in a patronizing tone, “Either you will come to me or I will pull you to me. Take your choice.” My choice was to resist! Why would anybody voluntarily walk up to such a monstrous individual? In an upright position, my body began to inch forward. Looking down at my feet, I watched in amazement as the rubber soles of my slippers slid along the carpeting. The knitted covering was being pushed up painfully against my toes. The being seemed to be controlling me by the sheer power of his mind. Infuriated, I tried to resist, but my slippers were embarrassingly starting to slide off my feet. With a combination of awe and curiosity, I acceded to his command. After pulling my slippers back on, I carefully approached this powerful being. Something deep within my psyche told me that I had met a being who was vastly more powerful than me.

Up close, I was confronted by the frightening appearance of this creature. In the dim lighting coming from the night-light on the stove in the kitchen, I could see that this creature was about six feet tall. He wore no clothing. Instead, his body was sheathed with a dark green hide, textured with a pattern of oval, bead-like scaling. Looking up at his face, I was drawn to his bright yellow-gold eyes. Cat-like, vertical pupils had adjusted to the darkness and now opened, were taking in the view of their quarry, me. His fingers and toes were slightly webbed and had pointy, claw-like nails. I could just make out a two-foot-long tail extending from the base of his spine. With no hair on his head or any other part of his body that I could tell, his muscular, anthropomorphic form approximated a man-sized, two-legged lizard. This impression was further accentuated by his minimal nose, just two small openings on either side of a slight ridge, that reminded me of my pet turtle’s nose. He also seemed to lack ears. A wide, lipless mouth stretched across his face, only slightly above his jaw line. I sure hoped he didn’t have big teeth.
—Above: The Reptilian who was assigned to me. He worked for the Grays in regards to a variety of “clean-up” operations conducted by the Gray Military Police. Shown here is a small back pack with gun used as a stun weapon.

We stared at each other for a few moments, then I demanded in a barely controlled, shaky whisper to know what he wanted from me. My confrontational tone seemed to elicit an almost jocular response. With arms crossed, he looked down at me and, more seriously now, pronounced, “I seek a partner, someone I can train to assist me in my work.” This unexpected statement was intriguing. After briefly assimilating what I had just heard, I couldn’t help but ask the obvious follow-up question. I whispered, “Um, what kind of work do you do?” The lizardman’s response was blunt. He said, “I kill people”.

This comeback hit me like a boulder. My brain raced to deal with the flood of material rushing through its circuitry. After we clarified that he didn’t intend to kill me, just other people, I formulated a strategy intended to extricate me from this mess. Assuming a self-righteous manner, I stood as tall as possible in front of the formidable being and told him, “It’s against my religion to kill people.” Continuing this line of reasoning, I explained, “Yeah, it’s in the Bible somewhere. I think it’s one of the Ten Commandments. It’s the ‘Thou shall not kill’ one.” Feigning sympathy, the lizardman said, “I’m so sorry that you will have to break one of the commandments of your religion.” Things weren’t turning out the way I wanted them to and I started to get a sinking feeling. After inhaling a big breath of air, I looked the beastly creature in his yellow eyes and scornfully told him, “I would rather kill myself than kill other people.”

Immediately I regretted saying this. But the lizardman was quick to take me up on the offer. In false pity, he lamented, “Oh, it’s too bad then, you’ll just have to die. How do you propose to kill yourself?” My legs felt weak. This wasn’t how my strategy was supposed to play itself out. Pride, the nemesis of many a hero, had emboldened me to the point of no return. Unwilling to back down, I told the being that since I didn’t have a gun, I would probably have to stab myself. The lizardman’s eyes widened at hearing this statement, seeming to glow more brightly than before. Leading me along, he asked where a knife might be found, since in his opinion it would be better to get this over with quickly. “In the kitchen”, I whispered.

Walking into the kitchen, I opened the knife drawer and perused the selection of mortal weapons. My mind was buzzing with an almost electric force of clashing ideas. Somehow I had been railroaded into committing suicide. It wasn’t fair! I was too young to die, especially at my own hands and just because some repulsive lizardman had tricked me. Choosing a knife I knew to be particularly sharp, I returned to the dining room, but with a new plan.

Standing in front of the visitor, I held the knife in front of my chest as though ready to plunge it into my heart. In the darkness of the early morning hours, I had made a fateful decision. Suddenly, I shifted the direction of the knife point and rammed it mercilessly towards the lizard-man’s belly. The beast’s hand shot out and intercepted my thrust in mid-motion. He squeezed my wrist painfully and the weapon dropped harmlessly into his other hand. My heart pounded furiously. I believed that it was now my turn to be stabbed. In the silence of the moment, the lizardman seemed as tense as me. Regaining his composure, he spoke to me telepathically, “You are now ready to be my partner.”

Concluding that my life had just been spared, I felt at the mercy of this strange being. In a more affable tone, he instructed me to lie down on the dining table. He wanted to make a few simple tests on my body, including taking a blood sample. The lizardman pulled out a hypodermic syringe from a medical kit he had brought in with him (hidden under the dining table) and held it up for my viewing. I was almost more afraid of being poked with this small needle than being stabbed to death with the kitchen knife. After some convincing, I reluctantly agreed to climb onto the table and submit to the tests. Grimacing as the needle entered my arm, I asked what the blood test was for. The being said, “it is mainly to check for clotting ability.” Little did I know at the time how significant that statement was.

Now the tests were over and the lizardman gathered his black cape and medical bag from off the top of the table. He handed me four small pills, telling me that I should swallow them immediately. He explained that they would help me to calm down and fall asleep more easily. I was suspicious. But, after all that had just transpired, I figured I needed all the assistance I could get in this department and swallowed the pills. In a single motion, the visitor, my new partner, swished on his cape. Before leaving, he said, “In a few minutes you will remember almost nothing of what has occurred this night. But you will know that a big change has taken place in your life. I will visit you again, soon.” With this last pronouncement he departed from the house.

I stood alone in the dining room, shaking uncontrollably. In a daze, I went into the kitchen to get some milk. I was barely able to control my hands as I attempted to pour the milk into a glass. Most of it spilled out onto the counter. This didn’t really matter since I felt sick to my stomach and wasn’t thirsty anyway. Climbing back into bed, I noticed the time. It had taken me nearly an hour just to make it to the kitchen and back. Feeling exhausted, I fell asleep almost instantly. All the locomotives and steam whistles in the world couldn’t possibly have kept me awake.

Thankful that it was a weekend, I slept in late the next day. After breakfast, I went out to the backyard to enjoy the start of a beautiful summer day. A large brown spot on the lawn quickly caught my attention. It was perfectly round, about eight feet in diameter. Alarms went off in my mind. There was something important, really important, about the sudden appearance of this circular patch of dead grass. I got down on my hands and knees and inspected almost every square inch of the brown spot. This led to the discovery of four round indentations, about six inches across, spaced equidistantly around the perimeter. These impressions sunk into the soil about a half-inch. Without comprehending the totality of the find, I somehow knew that this brown spot was left by a ‘rocket ship’ which had landed in the back yard during the night.

Mom was cleaning up the breakfast dishes in the kitchen. I ran into the house and insisted that she come outside to see the strange circle of dead grass outside. With a mother’s patience, she followed me to the area of my concern and looked at it with complete indifference. “Oh, the grass must have died”, she said. “Yeah”, I replied excitedly, “That’s where the rocket ship landed last night!” Upon hearing this she shook her head and informed me that there were no such things as space ships, flying saucers or visitors from other planets. In her opinion these were just make-believe, the sort of fantasies found in comic books and movies. She walked back into the kitchen to finish her chores.

Following her into the house, I was nearly crying because of this snub of my important discovery. Trying to make her understand, I pleaded, “Mom, you’ve got to call the newspaper, or something. What if a flying saucer really did land in our back yard last night?” My mother turned to me, looking almost angry. In a very direct, no-nonsense manner, she told me, “Kenny, there are no such things as flying saucers.” I knew that this was the end of the conversation. When Mom got irritated it wasn’t a good idea to press your luck.


Some of my encounters with happened in an out-ofbody state. While it’s impossible for me to put any kind of estimate on how often these non-physical and very elusive engagements took place, I suspect that they were not infrequent and significant portions of my decades-long involvement with cryptids were planned and carried out in a non-physical locale. The topic of out-of-body experiences may seem to some observers as belonging to the category of dreams, but based on my observations and experiences the activities of the spirit body during the sleep state often venture into an arena entirely different from the biological churning of the mind when the physical body is fast asleep. In the relatively small number of my childhood out-of-body episodes that I’m able to remember, I observed my physical body and the surroundings from a detached viewpoint. It seemed as though my
attention was located up in the air, floating a few yards above the ground and I had the extraordinary ability to not only see the structural details of the house but also look right through the material construction at the same time. From this vantage point I could also witness the progress of proximate, trans-terrestrial events which in the nature of their own
peculiar manner interpenetrated the various activities taking place on the stage of the mundane.

By the time I was eight years old I had already been screened for suitability to serve in some capacity in the exo-political governance of this planet. The initial session seems to have taken place when I was only three years old – recounted in Ugly Angels in this volume (The Verges) – followed by what I would describe as a few ‘soft’ abductions. Looking back, I think that the initial, relatively gentle childhood exposures were intentionally designed to incrementally familiarize me with contact to exotic beings and also, perhaps more importantly, to gauge how I reacted. Apparently having passed this first phase of evaluation the next step was for me to meet the handler who had been assigned to my case. In this encounter I was subjected to an intense qualification test that left me physically shaking and nearly exploding with energy from the blast of adrenaline flooding through my bloodstream.

I had been accepted as an apprentice and my master was a lizardman.

bluesbaby5050: A SUMMONS TO APPEAR, PART 2

Blood of Dragons

by Ken Bakeman

The symbol on the front of the old, worn out tunic I was forced to wear.
—The symbol on the front of the old, worn out tunic I was forced to wear.

I now stood in the gloom of this setting wearing my worn out pair of blue jeans, soggy Converse sneakers and what I thought of as a Christian soldier tunic pulled over my white undershirt. By an awkward combination of gestures and grunt-like telepathic messages it was conveyed to me that I should kneel down on the floor of this area.

I was confused and locked in a state of near shock due to what was going on. Although I generally understood that I was expected to kneel, what little was left of my concept of sovereign control over my own body was attempting to resist, but not very successfully.

My reluctance to bow down was quickly countered when the bumpy-skinned toad-like being placed his hand on my head, and pushed me down to the floor.

Just before I was in this posture of subservience, I caught a glimpse at a very strange, spindly being that seemed to have come out of the shadows of the area in front of me. From just this brief view it looked to be near seven feet tall and was bright leaf-green. My quick impression was that it was an absurdly tall, emaciated lizard impossibly standing upright on two long, skinny legs.

Before I was able to get a better view of this strange creature my head was pushed down by the Toadman’s hand allowing me an excellent close-up view of the floor which wasn’t particularly informative. The legs and feet of the Toadman were pressed up against my rump, so at this stage even if I wanted to break free it would clearly be met with increased force preempting any such attempt on my part.

The thought occurred to me that maybe my head was going to be chopped off in a horrible sacrifice of some kind but then I felt a stream of cold liquid being poured over my head, running onto my face and down the back of my neck. It dripped down to the floor I relieved to see it wasn’t blood.

In this uncomfortable position it was just barely possible to see to the left of me the clawed toes of a figure standing nearby. I managed to twist my head a little to get a better view of things. What I saw were feet with four, maybe five very long, clawed digits with a skin covering of a grayish-white scaly epidermal layer. The toe on the inside the foot (where a human big toe would be) was recessed behind the other toes and stuck out a little to the side. There was no apparent webbing but a distinctive, scaly skin. Just above these feet I saw the lower part of a dingy white robe that was hemmed with gold colored thread.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the lower part of a censer being swung back and forth near me, emitting a pungent cloud of burning incense. It made me want to sneeze.

During this process I don’t recall hearing any vocalizations or telepathically transferred messages. There was from my end of things a near total silence except for the minimalist zen-like sounds of water dripping onto the floor from the water running off my body and the slight rustling of the bodies moving nearby.

It seems to me that this stage of the proceedings — apparently my forced baptism — were motoric pseudo rituals and not anything even close to the spiritually idyllic biblical version of the baptismal rites conducted on the river Jordan by John. Looking back on it some decades after the fact, it was in my estimation a spiritually bereft imitation of the presumed original.

This 60 second baptism came to a rapid conclusion and I was allowed to stand upright. The figure with clawed toes standing next to me scuttled back into the shadows and I only saw the backside of a cloaked body moving in a hurry to hide itself. I think it’s safe to say that the Holy Spirit, whoever or whatever that might be and presumably the point of being baptized, was nowhere to be seen or felt, or at least from my frame of reference.

But what I did see was what I first caught a glimpse of before I was shoved down to the floor and forced into a kneeling position — this was the tall spindly form of the green creature that had come out of the shadows of the building I had been taken to. Whatever drama was lacking in my baptism was more than made up for simply by getting an eyeful of this thing.

The almost seven foot tall stick figure of this being stood about five feet away from me and was holding up a placard decorated with the same old-fashioned looking writing that was used in the glowing projection shown to me back in my bedroom. Events were moving at a somewhat slower pace at this point, allowing me at least few seconds to absorb the details of this being’s anatomy.

At first I thought I was seeing in double vision because what I beheld was a creature with four arms. After blinking my eyes several times there were still four arms and four hands with long, spindly fingers gripping the document held up for me to view.

My first impression that this creature was a standing lizard with long legs was due at least in part to a tail-like appendage hanging down from its back side. In retrospect I think that item was too thick for a tail and was more likely a pendulous abdomen rather than a caudal extension.

The head of this thing reminded me of an insect of some kind, with very large oval eyes set widely apart on the face which itself was reminiscent of a Mantis. Behind the shoulders of this insect creature there were two gauzy rounded items that stuck up on either side of its skinny neck. At first I thought that this might have been a decorative collar but today I think that they possibly were vestigial or mutated diaphanous wings, a variation on the wings of some species of Mantodea.
—7 ft. tall insect-like creature who served as a cleric in my ordination process.

The document held up in front of me was stained and ragged around the edges. How many times had this bipedal insect-like being grasped it in its claws and held it for people like me to view?

The original velum seems to have been glued onto a thin backing to hold the remnants together. I couldn’t read the text because it was not only nearly illegible from wear and fading but also in a foreign language, maybe Latin, and certainly not my native tongue of English.

I sensed some kind of message being telepathically transmitted to my mind, apparently coming from the tall, spindly green insectoid. Completely different from the gruff, psychic grunts that I received from the Toadman, the language was at, for lack of better words, a high frequency and had an electrical quality to it.

The effect was unpleasant and felt like whatever was being transmitted to me was transiting through the neural network of my body. There was an initial rapid-fire input of micro-instructions coming from the mantid creature. As best I could make it out they were about my history and preparation over the years for the event that would soon follow. This information wasn’t provided in comprehensible words or familiar mental images but just more of the electrical transmissions that made my body feel like it had been plugged into a wall outlet.

It was hard for me to concentrate on what was happening at this point because of the stressful situation and I’m not sure if the info bomb I was subjected to was authentic or manufactured to manipulate my thinking. I did notice, however, that during this burst of information — hitting my nervous system like psychic birdshot — I repeatedly experienced a few seconds of ecstatic bliss and then was plunged into a trough of horrendous depression.

This pattern was repeated multiple times and was like an emotional sine wave psychic roller coaster ride reviewing not only my present life but what seemed to be characterized as previous incarnations. After a few minutes of this my state of mind leveled out at a somewhat stable point, but it still felt like my physical body had been super-charged with electricity.


At this point, I would like to pause the narrative to make some comments.

First, there is the topic of the variation in quality of psychic communication that I have been exposed to over a span of decades. Psycho-linguistic skills of so-called ‘aliens’ range all over the map — from the crude mental grunts of the repto-hominid I called the Toadman up to the poetic, sing-song tongue of Nahash-like Reptilians to the ultra refined, crisp style of the Grays, or at least some of them in the upper echelon.

In other words, there is a wide range of aptitude and finesse — or lack of it — regarding telepathic communication evidenced by otherworldly beings. In the case of the mantid-like creature, the tone employed was unfamiliar to me and had a searing effect on my nervous system. Actually, it wasn’t so much of a communication as it was a type of psychic ‘branding’, as in a scarring burn, that bypassed the brain and went directly into the ‘Tree of Knowledge’, i.e. the spinal medulla and all of its branches.

The second item that I think should be addressed at least briefly here is the roller coaster-like sine wave of euphoria and disphoria I experienced while receiving the Mantid’s info bomb. This, I think, relates to triggering trauma based mind control and placing the subject, in this case me, into a submissive state where the reward for compliance is the cessation, at least temporarily, of artificially induced psychic pain.

While this old sign board was held up for me to view, part of the stream of information hitting me concerned recitations about belonging to an order or society of some unique and special sort.

There seems to have been multiple historical reference points woven into the tapestry of this psychic flow, going back to ancient Egypt, Rome, Europe and then up to the present time. This all related to how I had been intentionally placed in positions to learn through participation in key cultures connected to the extensive Reptilian investment portfolio on Earth.

I do have bits and pieces of memories about what may or may not be ‘past lives’. One of them is in ancient Egypt when I was a young teenager. I was assigned to a royal ostrich ranch and recall being chased around the corral by one of these big birds on my first day on the job, much to the amusement of the older boys who could hardly contain their laughter.

Another conjectural past life in Egypt (which I have a strong affinity toward) was as a scribe. In my older age I suffered horribly from gout (too much beef and beer) and was given a ‘cure’ which in short order caused me to turn a dreadful shade of blue-gray. I promptly dropped dead. Another vivid memory I have is of being a failure as a Roman soldier, but that’s another account to be told later.

At any rate, my ‘past life’ experiences seem to have been more of a sequence of blunders and poor judgments than participation in some kind of elite order or society. Nevertheless, this seems to have been an important part of the didactic message I had no choice but to obey, with the result being that I acceded to all of the bullet points of my oath of allegiance that even as of this day I can’t clearly remember, except for one. It related to the “Sword of Justice”.

[Note: at the time I didn't know what the "Sword of Justice" was but it didn't sound too good. As events unfolded in the bizarre occult drama I was entangled in, the possible intended meaning as I see it about four decades afterwards seems to have had a connection to British Knighthood rituals and also has roots in other European nations. How or why this applied to me is a mystery and I'd much rather like to think of myself as a human commoner than some Knight-for-a-day disposable Reptilian asset.]


During this oath taking I noticed a pair of torch lights had been lit nearby. These provided barely enough additional light to see that the building I was in had pillars — the torches were mounted on these — stretching down an aisle about sixteen to twenty feet wide; it’s hard to measure.

The rest of the building was still dark and I had no idea at the time how far it extended. There seemed to be alcoves — later I identified these as additional aisles — on either side of the central lane, which was comparable, in my view, to a nave in a church.

The spindly green insect-like creature retreated into the shadows, apparently having completed its particular role in the process as a mind control cleric. The Toad-skinned creature was still present, standing behind me, and along with a simple gesture with his warty hand pointing the way gave me a rough push on my back to get me going.

Stumbling along, I proceeded down the nave and was approached by two beings that looked like the one I caught a brief glimpse of during my baptism. At this point I was pretty much behaving like an automaton — probably in shock — and continued walking down the nave with the pair of cloaked beings following me. They had lifted the torch lights off of the holders on the pillars and carried them, staying close on my heels.

Continuing down the nave I saw that several more pairs of torch lights on the pillars had been lit. With this added light I could just barely see high above me the timber structure supporting the roof. It was, as best I can recall, the traditional hammer-beam truss, characteristic of British Gothic architecture.
Drawing showing the appearance of the zombie-like blinded priests/acolytes that formed a circle around me. Where eyes should have been there was only a black void. The flesh around the sockets looked red and scarred. Were these scaly-skinned beings even alive?
—Drawing showing the appearance of the zombie-like blinded priests/acolytes that formed a circle around me. Where eyes should have been there was only a black void. The flesh around the sockets looked red and scarred. Were these scaly-skinned beings even alive?

Earlier, when my head had been pushed down for my baptism, I got a good view of at least a small part of the floor.

From my viewpoint now, with the torches lit, it was apparent that the floor was paved with very dark, almost black tiles about a foot square, maybe a little larger. The surface of this pavement was shiny, reflecting the torch light, and the edges of the tiles were well rounded, probably from centuries of foot traffic gradually wearing them away and polishing the stone.

Still walking down the nave I saw that more of the robed figures had positioned themselves in between the pillars. I could also see that their hooded cloaks looked like a coarsely woven garment, mainly a dull grey color with thin black bands interspersed in the warp and weft.

Other than their clawed feet and hands, their faces were exposed. My first impression when seeing their faces was that these beings were wearing masks because they were so ugly, but I’m not so sure about this today, at least the mask part.

What I saw was scaly skin of a light grayish-white shade, a fairly pointy chin, almost no nose — just a slight ridge with small nostrils — and most strangely, an apparent lack of eyes. To clarify this eye description: where an eyeball should or might have been expected to be there was only a black void. There was no gleam or indication of an all-black eye, just an empty space. In addition to this the rim of this void seemed to be jagged and scarred. My impression was that their eyes had been plucked out or perhaps burned out.

As I continued to walk down the nave additional pairs of robed figures stepped forward from the shadows and removed the torch lights from the pillars. Holding the torches in their scaly hands, they trailed behind me like an occult entourage.

Eventually I was positioned in front of the stairs that led up to the chancel part of this chapel, church, temple or whatever the building was that I had been taken to. As best I can recall six pairs of robed figures formed a circle around my body, each one holding a torch light.

I stood still, with the sort of instinctive response of a deer caught in the headlights of a car and also a sense of knowing what my role was at this point. It was to be passive and let the ritual progress. From behind me I felt a garment placed over my shoulders and tied loosely around my neck. Based on what little I could see, it was a full length mantle and had a dark red velvet-like lining and an outer layer of white fur with small black spots on it. This mantle was heavy and had a noticeably moldy smell to it.

Two of the priests — ‘acolyte’ might a a better term — approached me. These were the ones closest to the chancel and they handed their torches to others in the circle. One robed reptilian placed a ring on the forth finger of my right hand. I could see that it had a gold colored band with a twisty, snake design around it. A pea-sized bright red, faceted stone was attached to this band.

Next, a shoulder length wig with dark brown hair in a pageboy style was put over my head. It also didn’t smell too good and I hoped that it didn’t have cooties. A gold colored crown-like band was positioned snugly over this wig, helping to keep it in place. It had the same general serpentine design around it as the ring, along with some colorful beads — maybe gems or just glass bobbles.

In addition to this costume a knee-length apron was tied around my waist. It had a stained, white background and a sky-blue, wide border. Inside of this border was a simple geometrical design, also blue, that from my point of view looking down at it — not expecially conducive to getting a clear picture — seemed to be two intersecting ‘V’ shaped symbols, one pointing up and the other pointing down.
Approximate design of an apron that was tied around my waist. It had a discolored, white background and light blue border. Two intersecting 'Vs', one pointing up and another pointing down were in the center.
—Approximate design of an apron that was tied around my waist. It had a discolored, white background and light blue border. Two intersecting ‘Vs’, one pointing up and another pointing down were in the center.

During this phase of events a priest/acolyte (I don’t know which), perhaps the one who was present at my baptism, slowly walked around the circle with a censer and fumigated the area. The scent was more pleasing than the one used during my baptism and had a sweet, resinous smell.

There was an eerie silence to this scene but I thought I could hear, or perhaps sense, quiet chanting which repeated a sequence of words or phrases.

Maybe this refrain came from the robed figure who was walking around the circle of the torch-bearing beings but it seemed to be coming from far away and sounded like a choir of voices was singing in unison, something like a long-ago Gregorian chant. The intonations weren’t in modern English and possibly not in any extant human language.

The sense that I had while perceiving this hauntingly familiar refrain was that it recited “All be praised to the One”. It was probably more involved than just that and not only had an alluring, lyrical quality to it but also imagery of an associated rotating circular band of ethereal, squiggly script that somehow corresponded to the mental chanting.

It was as though the smoke coming out of the censer had formed itself into shapes depicting glyph-like symbols which infused their significance into the air around us. There was very pleasant and soothing quality to this part of the ritual — it was an irresistible invitation to my soul to belong — belong to the One.

After the installation of the vestments and other items of supposed regalia — not withstanding my blue jeans and sneakers, which apparently were overlooked for the sake of expedience — the priests regrouped into a circular formation, forming a tight ring around my body. They were so close to me at this point that I was worried that the wig might catch on fire from the lit torches.

During this stage of events my mind began to swirl with an overload of imagery and what seemed like vague memories. One thing I remember in particular seems to been the effect of that wig, which somehow elicited a torrent of recall about having been involved in medieval warfare. [This effect reminds me of one of my semi-enlightened acquaintances told me many years ago about 'ancestor dust'. '] I don’t know if this was something from past experiences or a weird psy-op imposed on me in an induction process.

Irregardless, in a span of only a few minutes I seemed to have mentally time-travelled to the past, where I pictured myself involved in a sequence of gruesome battles involving swords and a lot of blood letting. In hindsight, I really wonder about what substances were actually burning in that censer.

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—Plan view of the building I was taken to in 1973 for baptism and ordination into a Reptilian order. This is an approximate plan that shows the general layout; the light was dim in this building and even after my eyes had adjusted to the dark the peripery of the structure remained in the shadows and what I could glean from the visible parts was limited in detail.

The members of the circle of eyeless reptilian beings — perhaps minimally invested with animation — repositioned themselves in a slow shuffle to create an opening to the chancel area of this chapel. I’m assuming this designation of a chancel based on the appearance of the building I had been taken to which at this point obviously looked like a church.

This regrouping of the approximately twelve robed figures (I didn’t do a head count) may have formed a ‘U’ or possibly two flanks; I don’t know for sure because of being faced forward, relatively speaking. Also, my peripheral vision was limited because of the fusty wig I had been given to wear.

This was apparently my cue to approach the chancel or choir (depending on what the architecture was supposed to represent) but I stood frozen in position, feeling trapped in a bizarre drama. This interval of hesitation on my part was interrupted by someone or something giving me a push on the back, breaking my trance and propelling me forward.

Additional torch lights had been lit in the chancel/choir/altar area of the church.

[As I'm writing this I feel a cringing reaction to calling this building a 'church' because it seems to be a desecration of the original, 'authentic', whatever that might be, sacred purpose of such a structure . . .]

What I beheld before me was a very large, white figure seated on a pure white throne which was illuminated disproportionately to the minimal amount of light provided by the torch lamps. Its arms were placed on rests on this seat, for some reason reminding me of the enormous divine-like sculpture of Lincoln in the national memorial.

On either side of this seated figure I saw two standing figures. They were similar in appearance to the seated one but somewhat smaller. My first thought upon taking in this sight was that all of these white characters must have been sculptures and not living beings. They were motionless and didn’t give any indication of being alive.

This changed suddenly when the figure in the throne — what I at first thought was a marble statue — stood upright and stretched out its arms. I nearly crapped my pants when this happened. [Note: based on my experiences with reptilians, this was a typical example of 'Draco' drama intended to establish supremacy.]

The arms of this being were long and had a pterodactyl-like membrane that connected the lower part of the arm to the torso. This approximately nine-foot-tall being (I don’t carry a tape measure along with me for my abductions, so please don’t expect precise measurements) looked like a bipedal albino reptile-humanoid of some exotic species.

‘He’, and I use that gender designation based on the sense I had at the time, had red eyes and iridescent scaling that covered his body. Obviously this creature had been well fed and displayed a corpulent body with a pronounced pot belly. The thighs of this being were extremely muscular and the lower part of the leg, beneath the knee, seemed proportionately weak. There was an observable metatarsus and associated digits with talon-like claws forming the lower part of the legs and feet.

In addition to these features, there were two protuberances coming out of both sides of these creatures cranium. At first I thought these might have been slender, erect ears but the more likely identification, as I confirmed when getting closer to these beings, was that they were horns.
The 'Lizard Pope' when he displayed his standing form.
—The ‘Lizard Pope’ when he displayed his standing form.

I was telepathically instructed to approach these three figures. Behind were the eyeless, robed beings who had previously encircled me and in front of me were the dragon-like winged creatures — placing me sandwiched in a nightmarish scenario without a lot of choices.

Without self volition I stumbled toward the elevated part of this occult ‘church’ and began to walk up the stairs into the chancel (or choir) part of the building. Just before my foot reached the top of this flooring I mentally heard a sharp order to stop. Then, a followup command to kneel and leave my feet dangling over the top step.

◾With my head lowered I felt something being placed around my neck. It was a dull, gold colored medallion attached to a chain — more bling. I wanted to grab it to see the design but under the circumstances decided not to.
◾ I was allowed to stand. More torch lights had been lit in the chancel, making it possible to see an array of colorful tapestries resembling the designs used on Nordic Flags.
◾The two shorter dudes — only about 7′ tall or thereabouts — wore a waste belt with a dagger attached to it. I was instructed that they were the sons of the giant one. They had short horns and their father had two horns that stuck out of his cranium about 8″. There was some telepathic talk about Viking roots for this ‘family’. It was hard to follow the details. Then there was some telepathic talk about dragon’s blood.
◾ Both sons then used their daggers to poke themselves and let a small amount of their red blood drip into a pewter colored chalice. The one on the right poked himself on his left thigh and the one on the left poked himself on his left arm, just below the elbow.
◾I was handed the chalice and instructed to drink the blood that it contained. It wasn’t much, just a few tablespoons, but I had a hard time not gagging when slurping it down.
◾ The vague sound of deep-toned church bells? . . . I began to feel a little dizzy and today suspect that some other substance was in the chalice before the dragons’ blood flowed into it.


1. I used a compass and T-square to try to defend myself against the intruder. An odd choice that mirrors the compass and square of Masonic symbolism.

2. An apron was put on me to wear. It was white with a sky-blue wide edging and a basic geometrical design in the center that was also light blue. I couldn’t really get a good look at it except it looked like two intersecting ‘V’s, one pointing up and the other pointed down. These two ‘V’s might have been a square and a compass.

3. My stint as a stone mason in — one year assisting an elderly third generation, irascible stone mason with hereditary Germanic roots.


In Service to the Grays: Observations about my Reptilian Handler

This page was first posted by Ken Bakeman on April 15, 2012

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.

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.

—The Reptilian who was assigned to me. He worked for the Grays in regards to a variety of “clean-up” operations conducted by the Gray Military Police. Shown here is a small back pack with gun used as a stun weapon.

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.


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.


On the topic of gender, my sense was that Renjeck — and I admit that the accuracy of this name is questionable — was a male.

There was no outward physiological indication of this designation in terms of genitalia, which probably would not be unexpected if the reproductive organs were retained within the cloacal opening.

The tone of his telepathically relayed speech was, as I perceived it, a deep baritone. As a human I naturally connected this with a male. I don’t know if the modeling of the telepathic voice was something accomplished naturally by my handler or an affect achieved by means of technology.

The latter is more probable in my opinion, particularly considering the association of Renjeck with the Grey military police and the level of sophistication of technology at their disposal.

On one occasion Renjeck showed me a black rod with rounded ends, about 2 cm in diameter and some 15 cm long. He referred to this as a jack knife that had several applications. One of these dealt with translation and there was a hint that it also could be used as a weapon with various levels of effects on the target.


Another significant skill my reptilian handler possessed was the ability to apply a pulling force on a physical body.

I suppose that this may fall under that category of telekinesis and was either the product of native aptitude or technological advantage, or perhaps a combination of the two.

In my first encounter with this being I was literally pulled, slowly but forcefully, across the living room carpet toward him.

In another meeting he pulled me toward him with what I thought felt like long, invisible rubber bands. There was an elastic quality to the pulling force and something like a game seemed to be employed to train me to come to him.

In one other very memorable occasion he pulled me to him while I was in a small row boat out in Puget Sound. The only problem was that he was pulling the boat stern first! I was horrified that the transom of the boat would be torn off, which fortunately didn’t happen.

—The “lizardman” wearing a black cape that he wrapped around himself at night to avoid being seen. The shuttles he used were a standard type used by a variety of ETs. Black exterior hulls were used for night work and dull silver grey exteriors were used for day work.

In some encounters with my Reptilian handler I was able to not only see from the outside but also enter the small landing craft he had at his disposal.

This is of a design that I have seen many types of ‘aliens’ use ranging from, believe it or not, Sasquatch to the Blue dwarfs and at least two other types of Saurian-Reptilian beings.

It is a standard utility duty craft that I can only assume is mass produced and readily available on the ‘market’, so to speak, but apparently only if one isn’t a terrestrial human being farmed and shepherded under the restrictions imposed by the Gray military police.

The general design of these craft is in the shape of a slender dome or bell cabin mounted on top of a round base.

This basic configuration with a few variations has been reported by multiple witnesses around the world, and includes the well documented 1965 case from Kecksburg, PA.

I have seen these craft with a black, a dull silver and even a camoflauge hull exterior. At night the dull black hull virtually dissapears 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.


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.


The general appearance of a small pack worn on a shoulder harness and used to immobilize targeted individuals.
—The general appearance of a small pack worn on a shoulder harness and used to immobilize targeted individuals.

One of the devices that appears to have been indispensable to my reptilian handler was contained in a back pack that he often wore.

I have seen a wide range of beings, including Grays and even human-looking individuals, use a nearly identical device, leading me to think that it is somewhat of a standard issue utensil applied in controlling human subjects.

The outer case of the pack, which was approximately 33-36 cm square and about 7 cm thick, looked like it was made of aluminum or some other dull silver colored material with a smooth, dull finish.

This was attached by a short cord to a wand that was about a half meter long with an diameter of near 2 cm. This set up was mounted on a shoulder harness with the rod shaped gun part clipped to a waist band for easy access.

On several occasions I have seen this device used where the rod is aimed at a target with the effect of instantly causing them to become completely immobilized. It’s basically as though they had been turned into a statue, incapable of movement and vocalization.

This device has actually been used on me a few times (not by my handler, that I recall) and although my body became totally ridged I was still fully conscious and able to see and hear what was happening around me.

This is an extremely disconcerting state to be in due to the feeling of helplessness but it isn’t painful or even uncomfortable from a physical standpoint.

In one incident I had occasion to pick up this type of back pack that Renjeck had left in my car, much to my astonishment and alarm. It was quite light, perhaps weighing only one quarter of a kilogram or less.

I should probably add that this sort of equipment was used on me in an abduction case carried out by plastic-looking humans when I was a teenager with the results of both paralyzing my skeletal muscles and acting as a sort of tractor mechanism.

The pulling aspect ranged between the elastic, rubber band type of force to a solid grab that resulted in my body skidding slowly but surely across the floor of a JC Penney store and even across the parking lot to a waiting van


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.


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.


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.


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 dissapeared from sight. A fuller explanation of the importance of this event will be addressed in future postings. All pictures seen in this link -

By Ken Bakeman – reprinted with permission.


These will be added by Ken Bakeman at a later date as stated by him at the end of article.

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