Joseph Burkes MD 2012, updated 2025
This in-depth report is based on my detailed CE-5 fieldnotes for an encounter in Joshua Tree on November 11, 1993. A co-worker from our medical center and I interacted with two UFOs for over an hour and a half. An account was published in the chapter I wrote for the 2012 anthology “Paths to Contact: True Stories from the Contact Underground”, edited by Jeff Becker. Based on my notes, I reconstructed my conversations with co-worker “Misha” to give the narrative a sense of immediacy. This story is not a work of fiction.
I did fieldwork with “Misha” from 1993 to 1997. Based on my experiences with him and Dr. Greer I formulated the category of “Prime Contactee.” These are contact experiencers who have some of the following characteristics:
1. They have frequent encounters with UFO intelligence, usually starting in childhood or adolescence.
2. As youths they may become skilled meditators, typically without any apparent adult encouragement or supervision.
3. “Primes” have strong psychic abilities that facilitate contact and communication with UAP intelligences.
4. Most importantly they serve as a kind of human UFO magnet in that they can request UFO contacts with other witnesses are present. When subsequent sightings occur these witnesses can verify the “Prime’s special relationship with non-human intelligences associated UFOs.
All the Prime Contactees that I became aware of during my field investigations were men, with possibly one exception. She was a volunteer contact worker originally from the UK. I did fieldwork with “Tracy Travis” in the summer of 1997. A link to that detailed report is posted below.
Introduction
During the last week of October 1993, I made plans to lead a team of UFO investigators into the high desert. After numerous phone calls I was still unable to get more than two other investigators to promise to accompany me. For 16 months I had been a Working Group Coordinator for CSETI’s CE-5 Initiative. My original team was beginning to show clear signs of fatigue. The group had carried out almost two-dozen research outings, many of which had documented the appearance of anomalous nocturnal lights. On rare occasions other teams in the CE-5 network even had sightings of structured craft that were definite unknowns. In another words, bona fide UFOs had appeared at our research sites.
During the first year of operations I had deliberately limited the number of new researchers that could be added to the team. I feared that if we brought too many new people in, we would lose our group’s cohesiveness. New members without adequate training were likely to come and go out in a revolving door fashion. For this reason, I had carefully screened candidates. CSETI International Director, Dr. Greer had emphasized this point during our training. According to his experience in such matters, a strong spirit of trust and cooperation within the team was deemed essential to our efforts at contacting UFO intelligences. At that time I assumed that the ET Hypothesis was the most likely explanation for what are not called Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena. By November 1993 I counted some 13 researchers as members of our Los Angeles Working Group.
Misha (a pseudonym) was one of four new members of the team. Self-taught in yoga he was clearly an advanced meditator. Having grown up in a small town in White Russia, from a working-class background, initiating meditation on his own was clearly a remarkable achievement. Misha and I had worked together in the hospital for over two years by the time he joined our local working group. In the ER during quiet moments, he told me of a number of Close Encounters he recalled having over the years. For this reason as well as others, I suspected that his presence in the group would increase the probability of our increasing contact with “extraterrestrial intelligence.” During the night of November 10-11, 1993, I was to learn just how very successful we could get in achieving this goal.
Was Guidance Provided by Psi-mediated Communication?
On November 3, Misha excitedly called me to reveal an emotionally powerful experience he had during deep meditation. In no uncertain terms he told me that we should go out to the field on Veterans’ Day. During what he said was “a deep meditation”, he reported that a series of images passed through his mind. They were so vivid that he described them as “a kind of out of body experience.” While in a highly relaxed awake state, he found himself flying eastward through the sky across Southern California. The territory below, mountains, cities, the ribbons of connecting freeways, all appeared to him in perfect clarity. He was heading towards our research site in the Joshua Tree National Monument. As he mentally flew past miles of tract homes, he looked down and could see American flags decorating front porches and governmental buildings.
After the experience was over, he checked the calendar to find out what holidays, if any, might be coming up soon. He told me that it was Veterans Day. The encounter was going to occur in just seven days. Misha advised me also that I had better prepare for rain.
I was accustomed to this kind of psi derived information and was open to its possible utility. The term used in CSETI circles back in the 1990s to describe this sort of data was “Subjectively Acquired Material”, or SAM for short. Earlier in 1993, during a research trip in Mexico with Dr. Greer, I heard him describe a lucid dream that he had. Reportedly it depicted a UFO encounter that was to occur in a pine forest. He told us that dreaming about that kind of locale had seemed strange to him. This was because at the time of the dream, while he was still in Asheville, North Carolina and preparing to go to Mexico on a UFO investigation, the image of being in a pine forest did not correspond to his expectations about the location where we would be conducting research. Nevertheless, on our first night in the volcanic zone, our team set up camp some 10,000 feet above sea level, on the eastern slope of Mount Popocatepetl. Indeed we were in a pine forest!
SAM, like all psi phenomena, is notorious for its inaccuracies. Nevertheless contact networks like the CE-5 Initiative and Mission Rama have successfully employed rudimentary parapsychological techniques. Both groups’ numerous well-documented ET contact experiences make a powerful case for UFO investigators to utilize “subjectively acquired material” to facilitate encounters with ETI.
A Storm Was Forecasted to Occur
I checked the weather reports daily as November 10, the date of anticipated fieldwork approached. Sure enough the first storm of Southern California rainy season was moving down from the North Pacific. Besides Misha and I, only one other Working Group member was disposed to going out on the eve of the long Veterans Day weekend. The third man called in sick on the ninth and I was faced with a predicament. CSETI protocols stipulated a minimum of three researchers be present to document the research findings. We were one person short. There was another consideration, the storm itself. Our site was located in a small valley a mile from the closest dirt road. The shortest path into the valley was a dry riverbed. It was prudent to assume that the trail would not stay dry under storm conditions. I imagined Misha and me being swept away by a flash food as our usually dry path became a raging river. In the United States, flash floods reportedly kill several hundred people each year. I did not want to become another statistic.
As I equivocated about the outing, Misha became even more determined. I called him on the 9th and outlined all the reasons why we shouldn’t go. These included the incoming storm, the fact that we lacked the CSETI prescribed quorum of three UFO investigators. A personal consideration was that I was scheduled to work till 6 PM the night of our departure. This meant we would hit the peak traffic on the way out. “Come on Misha,” I reasoned, “the freeways will be jammed.” I tried to explain to him that the usual three-and-a-half-hour trip might conceivably take five hours. Misha wouldn’t budge. He explained that once in Joshua Tree Park, we could travel on paved road to within a mile of our jumping off point. If the dirt road to the erstwhile dry riverbed showed signs of flooding, we could simply turn around and drive home. “Sure,” I thought. “After working a long day at the ER, and driving five hours in the rain, we can simply turn around and drive home.” “Thanks Misha,” I brooded, “That’s a great plan!”
Misha, just 22 years old and full of spunk, would not take no for an answer. “If you don’t come with me Joe, I’m going myself. I’ll do it alone!” How could I argue with that kind of determination. Putting my worries aside I said in Russian “Saglasin! Pai yehdem!”, which means “Agreed! Let’s go!”
The next day I switched my shift for an earlier one and finished up about 4:30 PM. I changed out of my hospital scrubs and into my fieldwork outfit. Off we went. Sure enough, as predicted the freeway was a nightmare. Many Southern Californians are accustomed to driving at high-speed bumper to bumper. Dangerous enough during the dry seasons, this particular habit is especially hazardous during the first storm. The preceding eight months of accumulated engine oil droppings, mixed with dust create a very slippery surface when moistened by the first rain. The not unexpected result is often a series of spectacular crashes. We crawled along on what seemed like one of the largest parking lots in the galaxy. Our mood however was strangely jubilant.
We Didn’t Plan to follow the CE-5 “Contact Protocols.”
“Tonight, Joe this is not CSETI work,” Misha proposed. Having learned English as a teenager, he spoke with only a slight Russian accent. “Tonight it’s personal.” I couldn’t agree more. I felt great. We chatted and made jokes along the way as the weather changed from drizzle to heavy rain. “Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!” I announced. Of course full speed was about 10 miles per hour in the snarled traffic. The initial high-speed crashes earlier in the day had slowed the pace to a relatively safe speed. There still were plenty of minor accidents. Off on the shoulder, we repeatedly passed caravans of the colorful lights belonging to police cars and tow trucks. I was glad that I had renewed my automobile club membership.
As we passed San Bernardino the storm lightened a bit. We were encouraged. Further along as we approached the cut off for Desert Hot Springs, the clouds opened up a bit. I could see patches of stars. “I told you Joe,” Misha reminded me, “it’s going to be fine up there.” He was referring to our research site located at an elevation above 4000 feet.
The feeling of merriment increased as we drove up Highway 62. “You know Joe,” Misha said, “I think they (the ETs) are party monsters.” The good-natured joking continued. We passed through a steep ravine that guarded the approach to the Morongo Valley. Several creative graffitists (probably local teenagers) had removed the terminal “go” from the sign announcing entry into the community. Misha howled as I announced that we were now in the “Moron Valley.” The next desert town was Yucca. “Hey Misha, I’m a yuk a minute in the Yucca Valley,” I joked.
Well before we passed the rangers’ station at the entrance of Joshua Tree National Monument, the rain had completely stopped. As we continued to climb, we noted that the roadway and the adjacent desert vegetation were completely dry. Several miles into the park we had our first sighting.
Golden Globe Sightings
It was about 10:20 PM when Misha shouted, “Look!” There, through the windshield of his Nissan Maxima, we clearly saw a golden globe moving slowly and silently in the sky. Misha quickly pulled to the side of the road and killed the engine. The object had sharp edges, was headed eastward, and appeared to be perhaps one to two miles away. It was about 30 degrees above the horizon and less than 1500 feet above the ground. It was indeed totally silent as it moved horizontally without changing its altitude. I grabbed by signal lantern and fired a salvo of light bursts. There was no response. Witnessing its flight in amazement, we took note of the absence of any wind at ground level. The sighting lasted about one minute.
Misha stepped on the gas. Still on the paved park road, we whizzed past countless Joshua trees that covered the rocky hills surrounding us. We turned on to a dirt road and headed for a wilderness parking lot called a “backboard”.
Backboards are specially constructed areas located throughout the park. They allow back packers to leave their vehicles while they hike out into the backcountry. Park regulations prohibit wilderness overnight parking except in these designated areas. Camping in the backcountry is allowed only if done a minimum of one mile from any road and 500 yards from the closest trail. This meant dragging all our equipment, tent, sleeping bags, signal lanterns, cameras etc., for a considerable distance across the cactus strewn rocky landscape. Such difficulties in reaching the isolated site assured us that our chosen location would fulfill the CSETI maxim of being remote and therefore likely free from intruders.
Not surprisingly the backboard was empty. Wilderness camping during storms will probably never be a popular avocation. Misha parked his car and we unloaded the equipment. In addition, we had to fill out federal park mandated registration forms. Each vehicle’s driver is required to list participants in wilderness camping, indicate the expected location of one’s campsite, and when you expected to arrive back at your vehicle. During previous outings rangers had explained this was necessary in case search parties had to be sent out after you. While preparing to trek out across the desert we had our second sighting.
It was just 11PM. Misha was getting ready to hoist a gigantic pack on his back when he cried out and pointed. Moving slowly to the south, we saw two more golden globes. Unlike the first one, these were moving westward. Silently flying in a fixed horizontal path, they appeared to be several miles away. They were self-illuminated and did not appear to be balloons. There was almost no breeze on the ground. Since the storm was coming in from the west, we reasoned that if the objects were balloons, they should have been floating eastward, not to the west. Just as before, these UFOs did not respond to our enthusiastic signaling. We laughed with excitement. “You see Joe,” Misha exclaimed, “they don’t even wait for us to get to the site. They want to paaaarrrrrty.” Loaded down with gear, flashlights in hand, we started moving carefully through the darkness. We were surrounded by thousands of cactus plants, some with razor sharp thorns that could
easily pass through our thick rain outfits.
We Set up Camp near the Base of Queen Mountain
An hour later we had found an appropriate spot to set up camp. I pitched my tent. Misha set up his Sony 8mm video on a tripod and we settled down to wait. Nestled in a small valley just south of Queen Mountain, we watched as the rainstorm rolled by to the north. Spectacular lighting flashes in the clouds silhouetted the mountains. In spite of the atmospheric fireworks accompanied by murmurs of distant thunder, our little campsite was perfectly dry. Sitting quietly on the sand, I listened to the gentle breeze rustling the tumbleweeds. My mood became peaceful and expectant. I didn’t particularly feel like following CSETI protocols and neither did Misha.
The contact protocols as practiced during the early days of the CE-5 Initiative usually required a vigorous routine of Coherent Thought Sequencing (CTS). Dr Greer had explained, this involves meditating in order to “access consciousness in its most unbounded form.” This step is designated as the “induction phase.” Following induction, a series of mental images are then projected out into the cosmos. These visualizations describe the location of the contact team. Mental images based on satellite photos of the earth’s surface are coupled with a deliberate message of welcome to any “ET group” that might be capable of receiving such messages. The meditation/visualization technique usually requires a fair amount of mental concentration to sustain during nighttime research outings. For me this was especially true after the long drive and an even longer day at work. I was content to follow Misha’s lead and just enjoy sky watching and the stillness of the moment. Misha had informed me this night was going to be different from other research sessions. Subsequent events would prove him correct.
Midnight passed and then one and two o’clock. It was getting very cold. The flashes of lightning to the north moved eastward demarcating the storm front’s movement. Snuggled in our little valley however, Misha and I were still pleasantly dry. The long day in the ER was catching up to me. Just past 3 AM I told Misha, “Time to sleep.” Exactly half my age, robust he was still energetic despite the late hour. He declined my suggestion to turn in. We already had two sightings. Although they were distant flybys without interactive signaling, it still had been a successful night. I neatly placed my boots side by side at the entrance to my pup tent and crawled in. Misha admonished me for going to take a nap, but I was finished for the night. At least that’s what I thought as I cuddled into my sleeping bag and waited for sleep to arrive. It never did.
I heard Misha announce matter of factly, “Joe, I see something. You’d better come out now.” “Don’t bug me Misha, I’m tired, let me go to sleep,” I implored.
Misha persisted, “You’re gonna be sorry Joe if you don’t get out right now. I see a light and it’s jumping,”
“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath. But since he insisted and was obviously not going to let me alone, I decided to take a look. Still inside my sleeping bag. I pulled myself to the tent flap. With the bag covering me to the waist, I half stood up and precariously balanced myself. Awkwardly twisting around I looked behind me to the east. Misha was staring intently in that direction. I saw the light. It was a kind of jumper.
The next thing I knew I was airborne. Misha later told me that he had never seen anyone exit both a tent and a sleeping bag in one brisk movement. I half flew, half fell, out of the tent. I made a forced landing in my boots that gratefully received me as I staggered forward. I turned around and faced something I had never seen before.
Party Time
There in the east, about 30 degrees above the horizon, appeared a jumping white light. What could this be? Misha seemed to immediately know what it was. “I told you that you shouldn’t go to sleep Joe,” he teased. Misha added with a laugh, “Now it’s party time.”
The UFO was white, bright, circular and through binoculars appeared almost planetoid. It was totally silent. The object’s erratic movements were different from what I had imagined a “jumper” or “hopper” would look like. Instead of taking big leaps, the UFO to be taking tiny jumps. Nevertheless this baby was really moving fast. It changed direction slightly with each hop giving a kind of zig-zag appearance to its flight.
We signaled at the jumper. There was no response. We signaled again, still no response. It merrily continued its wild ride across the sky. Apparently, the intelligence behind the light had not reviewed the CSETI documents in preparation for our encounter. I wanted this jumper to flash back as it was “supposed” to do according to protocol.
Such interactions of intelligible signaling back and forth is designated by Dr. Greer as “lock on with lights.” I had witnessed just such a pattern of interactive light work some eight months before when I was in Mexico with Dr. Greer.
I had been part of group of five investigators operating at the base of Popocatepetl Volcano during a CSETI Rapid Mobilization Investigative Team’s mission. There on February 1, 1993, a large silent triangular shaped craft had approached our CSETI group. It was at least 100 feet across. That UFO exhibited “lock on with lights.” It responded in kind to each pattern of flashes that Dr. Greer directed towards it. The jumper at Joshua Tree however did not respond to our light work. In addition, no detailed superstructure was visible. It was simply a wildly careening anomalous nocturnal light. The UFO was totally silent.
Within a few moments we established an additional strange characteristic of the “hopper.” If we continuously trained the 500,000-candlepower signal lantern on the object it would immediately cease its erratic movements. As long as the small white circle was encompassed by the powerful beam, whether it was for a few seconds or half a minute, the wild jumping ceased. The object simply hovered silently while in the light. Through my mind flashed the image of a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car. This same response to light of “freezing”, was described to me by the Santa Fe Working Group coordinator when a jumper showed up for their first research outing in 1994.
Thus the fun began. “I told you they were party monsters,” Misha exclaimed, “Let’s paaaarrrty!” Earlier, Misha had already informed me that this was not an official CSETI operation. “This is personal,” he had counseled me. I thought, “Why not! When in Rome, do as the Romans…” no better yet,” do as the ETs do!”
If Misha and I had filmed the antics that followed, it might have seemed like a kind of Marx Brothers comedy, a sort of “Night with the ETs.” Throwing aside the well-practiced CSETI protocols, we decided to have some fun.
The UFO Traced out Geometric Forms in the Sky at our Request
We thanked the light for coming by and then invited it to come closer. Yes, even to land and visit with us a bit. Misha decided to see if it would follow his commands. Move to the right he requested. Jump, Jump, Jump, in a kind of zig zag motion, it jogged right. “Wow,” I thought, that was really something special. Move to the left! On cue it zig-zagged left. I was impressed.
We then started drawing simple geometric forms in the sky with the signal lantern. To our utter amazement the dancing light imitated our handiwork, first a circle, then a triangle. The UFO traced out each shape in the sky by making tiny course corrections after each hop. This was non-ballistic movement par excellence. (“Ballistic movement” refers to the linear path followed by many manmade and naturally occurring objects. This includes fixed wing aircraft and most shooting stars.) Misha and I laughed. We congratulated ourselves and thanked the “ETs” for arranging this meeting. Misha took from his knapsack a green phosphor emergency light. He activated the chemical reaction and we proceeded to toss it around, again inviting the ETs to come closer. “Hey why don’t you join us in a game of catch.” Despite our pleas, the object came no closer.
About 30 minutes into the encounter we noted that this jumper was slowly moving higher in the dark eastern sky. Prior to this, it had been darting left and right up and down, always at about the same elevation above the horizon. It was now clearly higher than its initial 30 degrees above the horizon.
Humor Appeared to be a Mode of Communication during our Encounter
Somewhat drunk with excitement (and lack of sleep) I decided to try a radical move. Since our spoken and telepathic messages had not triggered a closer approach by the object, why not sing to it. Misha decided to go first. In a kind of monotonous bass he chanted a few lines from some Slavic song. No response from the jumpers.
Now it was my chance. I took a breath and strode “on stage”. My official title was at least long, if not impressive. I was the Los Angeles Working Group Coordinator for the Center for the Study of Extra-terrestrial Intelligence’s Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind Initiative. As the rightful coordinator of the only CSETI team within 500 miles, I thought that I wasn’t an unimportant person. In addition during my participation in various peace and social justice activities from the 1960s through mid 80s, I sometimes led the “troops” in song.
I took a deep breath. With pride I bellowed out into the desert stillness my personal adaptation of the United Nations hymn.
“As sure as the sun meets the morning,
And rivers go down to the sea,
A new age for mankind is dawning,
Our children shall live proud and free!”
No response! The hopper continued its wild dance, apparently unmoved by what I imagined was a heartwarming melody. “Now to the chorus,” I thought, “this might get them to land.”
“United Planets are in march.” (“Planets” substituted for “nations” in the original.)
“With flags unfurled.” (I wasn’t sure if advanced civilizations still used flags, but there was no stopping me now.)
“Together strive for lasting peace,
A free new world!”
That was it! I had given them my best. I hoped for some positive response, Sadly, that was not the case. Instead something terrible occurred. The UFO simply winked out.
“No, no! This can’t be.” I thought. Misha wickedly pointed his finger at me and teased. “I guess they didn’t like your singing, Joe.” I was crestfallen. They had just simply winked out!
We were desperate to have the light come back. Misha again tried his Russian tune. This time with more gusto. Nothing! We pleaded loudly for our “guests” to return. Still nothing. It was about 4:30 AM. Beneath the starry sky the research site now seemed dark and cold. More than an hour remained before sunrise.
Fortunately, we were still dry. The storm continued to sweep across the high desert just north and south of us. In our little valley not a single drop of rain had fallen. We sat on our haunches and peered eastward into the desert stillness.
Finally, Misha put his fingers to his mouth and let loose with a powerful whistle. In a flash the light winked on. In delight we burst out laughing. They did have a sense of humor.
Again we attempted to entice the jumper to come closer. It was about 4:45 AM and our encounter had been going on for almost an hour. Somehow in our excitement we had nearly forgotten about Misha’s 8 mm video recorder. It had been sitting on top of the tripod that he had so dutifully hauled across the desert sand.
Here another potential crisis loomed. Organizational protocols clearly emphasized the importance of obtaining “hard” documentation of our encounters with what we believed was extraterrestrial intelligence. From reports in the literature, as well as from our own CE-5 field investigations, the intelligence behind the UFO phenomenon often behaves as if it were camera shy. Bringing out the cameras has on many an occasion terminated interactive events.
So eager for contact are some teams that they decided not to take out cameras until an encounter is well established. Their concern is that aggressive attempts at documentation might “scare away” our “ET” collaborators. In some working groups arguments had flared between the nuts and bolts “documentors” and the more psi capable and sensitive “interactors.” This cold fall night of November 10-11 was no exception.
I stared at the camera. Maybe the ET craft were not approaching because this time they were really seeking “photo opportunities.” Perhaps if we tried to film the object, they would come closer. Misha and I mulled over the possibilities. We alternately advocated turning the camera on or keeping it off. We traded positions in the ensuing discussion while the jumper seemingly mindless of our predicament, continued to dance in the sky.
Finally a decision was reached, “On with the video camera!” Then something terrible happened again. Without a sound, the jumper disappeared. It just winked out! There was no dramatic finale, no fireworks display, no flare, no fade out, no fond farewell. It was simply gone!
Pandemonium broke out. “I told you not to turn the damn thing on,” I accused Misha. “What do you mean,” he retorted, “I was against using the camera. It was you who wanted it on.” The argument was so ridiculous that we stopped our accusations. We burst out laughing at the apparent joke that was being played on us. What followed is what every married man, and mother’s son would do in such a situation. We begged.
“Oh please come back, oh please oh please oh please!” we sang in chorus. Nothing doing. They (presumably the ETs) were being difficult. “We promise not to turn the camera on again.” Our pleas fell on deaf ears. Or at least on whatever the alleged ETs use for hearing.
Misha then took charge again. He slowly walked in the direction where the craft had last been seen. He stopped about ten paces away from me and started talking. He gently tried to explain our situation. “We are friends,” he said. “We’re not doing this to sell pictures of UFOs. We are doing this for friendship. We want to show the video to our friends and family so that they might get to know you better. We are not trying to prove that extraterrestrials exist, we know you exist. This is for friendship.”
There we were, nestled in our little valley, in the middle of the desert while the first storm of the season was raging to the north. Misha was standing there trying to reason with phantoms. He waited for a reply. To my surprise the jumper winked back on. “Yes!” I shouted.
I imagined that they understand something about friendship. A wave of gratitude swept over me. “Thank you, Misha, for your little speech. Thank you, ETs, for listening.” We videoed the UFO as it silently moved across the sky.
To the southeast a second light appeared, another hopper. This one was much closer to the horizon than the first. It bounced up and down and it appeared to be moving closer. Now we were getting somewhere. “Hey Misha, now there are two UFOs, one for each of us.”
The First UFO Moved Upwards. Was this a Security Maneuver?
The first light had now moved into a higher position. It appeared to be taking a kind of “security position.” This maneuver reminded me of what I had witnessed in Mexico during my RMIT experience in 1993. There the large triangular craft was initially accompanied by a much smaller saucer shaped object. As the triangle closed in on us at the base of the volcano, the smaller craft shot upwards.
The similarity of the maneuvers was reassuring. We were only 25 miles from the Marine base. Heavily armed helicopter gunships under ordinary conditions could reach us in minutes. I imagined that the storm had taken care of such a potential threat. According to the contact protocols, “security for the ETs” as well as for us is always a prime consideration during these types of collaborative ventures. I wondered if the ET crew of the first craft had been ordered to a higher position as part of standard operating procedures. I speculated that on hostile, and perhaps even notoriously violent planets like Earth, ET security regulations might conceivably be several volumes thick.
By this time, the first object had ceased its hopping and had the appearance of an ordinary star. We placed all our hopes on the second hopper. It was so low to the horizon that it appeared as if it were occasionally touching down to ground as it proceeded to slowly move towards us. It seemed to be just over the Backboard where Misha had parked his car. It was less than two miles away. Through binoculars I observed its superstructure. It was a brilliantly illuminated half-moon, or disc shaped craft. White light with a harsh glow, as if emanating from a bright fluorescent light, radiated from its surface. Through the binoculars it did not have a 3-dimensional appearance. Instead it appeared totally flat as if cut out of metal or paper. The object had no wings, no fins, no helicopter blades, or any structure that might identify the craft as conventional. Whatever it was it looked like a flying disc and it was slowly coming towards us. “This is wonderful!” I thought. “In full psychomotor control of our bodies, we could possibly have a landing and boarding right here, right now.”
The Prolonged Interactive Encounter was Coming to an End.
I wish I could tell you that we had an onboard experience that night. I wish I could describe a landing, perhaps even with a joint meditation on the sand as Dr Greer had hoped for. A celebration of universal consciousness with our fellow beings, albeit not human, is part of the contact protocols. Alas, that was not to pass. To be honest, I suspected that I would probably never have such an experience. The second jumper stopped its forward advance. It crossed in front of us moving to the north. The first object, now motionless It appeared like any other star in the sky. Our encounter was coming to an end.
The eastern horizon was now beginning to glow with light, presaging sunrise. We could now easily move around the campsite without flashlights. As I fumbled with the camera trying to catch a better shot of the “craft” in the dim morning light, Misha again moved forward to address the intelligence behind the phenomenon.
Speaking slowly he again thanked them for their presence. He spoke of friendship and the growing potential danger of the situation. The encounter had been going on for almost an hour and 45 minutes. The storm seemed to be dying down and it was rapidly becoming light. If the ET craft had been detected by radar, they might trigger an armed response from the naval air station nearby. “It’s not safe,” Misha told them, “You have to go now.”
Misha was dismissing the UFO. While I was greedily trying to get a better picture of them, Misha was apparently thinking of their safety, at least that was what I thought at the time. I imagined that I was receiving a lesson in friendship, a lesson from both the “extraterrestrials” as well as from my buddy Misha. At the time I believed that we were part of a “citizens’ interplanetary diplomatic mission” During the delicate process of “getting to know one another better”, both the ETs and we will just have to take it slow. It really was time for them to go.
I watched Misha standing there facing eastward. The remaining object slowly slipped behind a cloud and was gone. It was over. He asked them to go and they left. It had been as simple as that.
I wanted to stay on site to relish the moment, but Misha now wanted to go home. I panned the video camera around the site just to finish up the documentation. Only later when reviewing the tape on a big screen TV did we see something quite strange. A small dark, ill-defined object was moving in a kind of falling leaf trajectory. It appeared in the east and was captured only for a few brief seconds. It quickly moved down below a distant ridge and was gone. It was silhouetted black against growing glare of sunrise in the eastern sky. There was no way for us to tell how far the tiny object was from the camera. I wondered if the sighting had been a posed shot, a kind of fond farewell or adios. I guess I’ll never know.
As we packed up the equipment, a brisk wind started blowing. We donned our rain gear. Misha’s poncho flapped in the breeze. In a light drizzle we slowly trudged across the sand. The storm had almost completely dissipated. No danger of a flash flood was present. As we marched down the dry riverbed, I was relieved to see that the ground was still dry. Earlier I had feared that the storm might transform it into a raging river. I looked down at the sand to see if there were any indentations on the sand. As the second UFO approached us, it looked like it might have touched down a few times. The only markings on the sand were our footprints. A few dark clouds, remnants of the storm moved slowly to the east by in the bright morning sky. Our adventure was ending.
We drove into Twenty-nine Palms to the Denny’s Restaurant. We had our usual post fieldwork “Grand Slam” breakfast of greasy pancakes and eggs. I treated Misha. He deserved it!
In the morning light we were surprised to note that our faces were burned a bright red. There had been almost no wind until perhaps the last few minutes of our fieldwork. In addition the right side of my face seemed redder than the left side. Facing due east as I monitored the first craft, my right side was turned in the direction of the second object as it had closed in. I speculated that perhaps electromagnetic energy coming from the UFOs might have given us a kind of radiation burn. By the time we arrived home several hours later, the redness was nearly completely gone.
At Denny’s we had asked about weather conditions for the previous night. We were informed that a windstorm had hit the Marine base. Forty-five to sixty mile an hour winds made night flights by helicopters hazardous. Was that just a coincidence? Or was it some atmospherics arranged by our alleged “ET” collaborators?
I recalled how in 1992 during a close encounter at Alton Barnes England, Dr. Greer’s group was reportedly hounded by a mob of tabloid journalists and self-styled UFO investigators who tried to join his team. As it was chronicled in the official CSETI report, the approach of a 100-foot saucer shaped craft only took place after a flash storm had mysteriously appeared and washed away the uninvited guests. Fortunately, Dr. Greer had reportedly positioned himself on an abandoned stretch of paved road where this amazing July 26, 1992, encounter unfolded.
All during the night Misha and I had been safe and dry in our little valley. While the storm raged to the north and 45 mile per hour winds struck the town of Twentynine Palms, our encounter had peacefully transpired. Was it just coincidence? The light rain we experienced occurred only after contact had been terminated. I wondered whether these anomalous weather conditions (which appear to facilitate encounters) are manifestations of ET technology or are they simply coincidence. The pattern of such occurrences is important to note. Back in 1993 I wondered whether a civilization capable of interstellar travel, might find controlling the weather to be child’s play.
Links to other field reports:
Prime Contactees are a special kind of UAP experiencer that function like human UFO magnets. All who I have known are men, with one possible exception. In this detailed report I describe my astounding fieldwork with “Tracy Travis” outside London in the summer of 1997.
During a CSETI investigation in the volcanic zone in Mexico, out team signaled at a large silent triangular shaped craft that signaled back at us.
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