He Recorded His Alien Voyage - Journey to Serpo | pt. 2

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And then 60 years later, when I was potty training my little daughter, she suddenly said, "Dad, or spaceship monster's real, and I said, of course, not honey, and she said, what about the spaceship monster's that take mommy at night?" Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to another episode of the Area 52 podcast. My name is Chris Ramsey, and today we're going to be continuing our deep dive and read through of the program known only as SERPO. Quick little recap before we get started here, this book basically consists of a bunch of anonymous emails that were sent to a newsletter list, a list of people that were in and around, government contracting, and intelligence agencies, and that type of thing. So a pretty tight-knit list of people who were interested in the UFO subject. And then this was sent to them. Now, in the first part, we kind of caught you up to speed up to, I think, about chapter 7, which talks about the 1947 crash in Roswell, the soul surviving alien. They then communicated with this Eben, or this EBE, and eventually had and established communications with the planet from which this being came from, which was in Zeta Reticuli, 39 million light years away. Then there was a meeting in '19, I believe '64, at Holliman Air Force Base, the same day, in fact, apparently, that Lonnie Zamora had encountered multiple beings in the desert of Sakora, New Mexico. So they got the wrong coordinates, and they showed up over there, instead, or something to that effect. You know, this is an extremely fantastical claim that we are not only in communication with extraterrestrials, but that we are, indeed, preparing allegedly for a manned excursion to their planet and an exchange program that is about to happen between humans and aliens. I don't know if I quite buy it. However, what is fun about this particular story is there is so much overlap between reality and fiction. The places that they're referring to where the, you know, future, I guess, astronauts or space-faring humans are being trained are actual places. And then there are people who've corroborated as much via mail back in the '90s. Hey, I used to work there. Hey, my father worked there, and he heard about this program, and that type of thing. So it's actually gaining some foundational support here through many letters and emails that were written to the people putting this together on serpo.org back in the day. So Len Kasten put together this book, pretty much a chronological order of the emails. Also a diary, a journal entry from one of the commanders, or the commanding officer, the captain of the crew, and his adventures through space to this planet and back. So I think that about sets us up for a really interesting read through. I've been dying to get to the rest of this. I haven't read this book. This is, I'm reading this for the first time with you, we're discovering this together. 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That's code Area5250off at factormeals.com/area5250off. For more information, check out the website for details. I'm going to get into this meal, I'm starving, folks. We'll see you on the other side. Hair is going wild today. I need a haircut. Badly. I need badly need a haircut. No time for a haircut. We are, we're looking into, we're looking into project Sherpo. This thing is wild. You know, I haven't been this excited for a read through since, I think, like the Matilda McElroy stuff or the LeCertifiles, but this is right up there. It's like this perfect blend of like fiction and nonfiction and, and what if. Here we go, chapter eight, folks, the landings. In December 1963, Los Alamos received a message from the Eben Planet confirming all the details of the landing. The message specified the time, date and location that had previously been agreed upon. All the numbers were stated using our location, time and date protocols. The message told us that two Eben spaceships were already on their way and would arrive on schedule. We learned later that the journey took about 10 months, so that means that the Eben spacecraft had been en route from Serpo for about six months of Earth's time when the message was received. President Kennedy had been assassinated only a few weeks earlier and the entire nation was still mourning at that point. Some of the DIA project coordinators wanted to cancel the exchange program. The fate of the mission was then left to President Lyndon B. Johnson. He was briefed by the mission planners and made the decision to continue with the exchange, although we are told in a side note by Anonymous that the president didn't really believe that it would happen. It is interesting to note here that apparently President Kennedy had not informed then Vice President Johnson about Project Crystal Knight, which is the name of the project that we're looking into right now. This is surprising because Johnson had been appointed by Kennedy to be head of the Space Council, evidently Kennedy had been told by MJ 12 that the project information could not be shared with Johnson or with the president's cabinet. As the landing date approached, the team was ready and idle and probably enjoying some well-deserved rest and recreation, although they remained under surveillance the whole time. Right. Because in part one, we did talk about their identities being erased, their background, their academic paper, trails, everything, just completely gone so that nothing would leak, which would make sense if you were doing this. You were actually sending people off to another planet. You would probably want to cover your bases. Their training had been completed and they had been given a 15-day vacation. How nice. In the time just before the April landing date, they were sent back to Fort Leavenworth in Kansas, and were confined in locked cells and in the US, disciplinary barracks, and kept under close watch. This reflected the almost fanatical dedication to secrecy by the planning committee. They were simply not taking any chances, no matter how remote that information about the pending mission might be revealed. One can easily appreciate how to press the team must have been to have been treated like criminals on the eve of what should have been a grand send-off on a historically momentous and extraordinary journey to the stars. In another time under a different, less paranoid government, they might have been sent off to the strains of patriotic music, broadcast on the international television, and with a cheering crowd in attendance. Now, much like the Artemis II mission, you remember how hyped up everybody got? There was parades in their honor, not for these folks. They're sitting in a cell depressed. How strange. The diplomatic greeting. Okay, here we go. The two alien craft entered our atmosphere on it, but by the way, they talked about this took 10 months for them to travel here. This, I don't know, perturbs me a little bit because, and this is just a logical take here. If you're traveling in a straight line, I understand that like propulsion, and you know, if you're 39 million light years away, how fast are you traveling for it to take 10 months? You're traveling quite fast. Speed of light perhaps multiple times. The speed of light, obviously. I mean, if you're traveling at the speed of light, it should take you 39 million or 39. Was it 39 light years away? Not 39 million. Did I say 39 million light years away? Might as well be a billion trillion light years away. Doesn't matter. Because if you were traveling at the speed of light, you wouldn't get here in time. So why did it take them 10 months? Did they have to stop and refuel? Were they lost in a wormhole somewhere? You would think that they could just teleport using this wormhole technology or whatever. 10 months is strange, and I hope they explain this somehow on the journey to Serpo. All right, the two alien craft entered our atmosphere on the afternoon of April 24, 1964, right on schedule. These were not scout craft, but were much larger and were considered shuttle craft. The first ship missed the rendezvous point and landed somewhere near Sicoro, New Mexico. This was about 100 miles north of the planned landing site. We sent a message to the craft that it landed at the wrong place. The second ship picked up the message and made the navigation correction. It landed shortly thereafter at the precise designated location at White Sands. We're a greeting party awaited. It can be assumed that it was the late afternoon at this point, although it could have been nighttime, as was shown in the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Since we don't know where Steven Spielberg obtained his information, we don't know how accurate it was, but it was distinctly possible that night had fallen by the time the alien craft had landed and presumably the planning committee was prepared for a contingency with appropriate lighting as in the movie. We are not told what happened to the first craft. More than likely, it also flew to the correct location. I love how whoever's writing this thinks they're clever and they're like, yes, somewhere in Sicoro on that date, there's a craft that went over there. Anyways, there's like one of the most famous cases in American history is Lonnie Zimor, the police officer chasing down this craft that he sees, parking and seeing two beings coming out of an egg-shaped craft in Sicoro, New Mexico on that very day. You would think that whoever's writing this anonymous letter would have the courtesy of at least acknowledging the fact that that would have been the Lonnie Zimor exciting, but he's treating it like he's coy and he doesn't know for you to figure out. That sounds like, that sounds a little bit asked to me. I'm going to suspend my disbelief. We're going to keep going. The greeting group consisted of 16 senior government and military officials. Anonymous does not give the identities of these people, but most probably President Johnson was not among them. The 12 team members waited in a bus nearby. 45 tons of supplies and equipment stood ready to load onto the alien ship. And apparently there's an appendix. It says, "C appendix two for a complete list of all supplies and equipment taken by the team." We learned later that the entire cargo was placed on one huge platform evidently made of wood, okay? A canopy was in place connecting the landing point with the waiting officials. A contingent of ebans disembarked from the craft and walked under the canopy. Movie cameras and tape recorders were rolling. The ebeneficial presented us with some technology gifts. Anonymous says the ebans had a crude translator device. It appeared to be some sort of microphone with a readout screen. The senior US official was given one of the devices and the ebene kept the other one. The officials spoke into the device and the screen showed a printed form of the voice message, both in ebene and in English language. It was crude and hard to understand everything that was said. Direct translation was also provided by one of the aliens who was designated the ebene, too. This was a female who spoke decent English. She later became an invaluable resource on Serpo. All right, we got a lady in the mix. Very nice, the yellow book. eb2 presented us with the yellow book. This was a remarkable and generous gift to the people of earth and clearly demonstrated the aliens wish to become our galactic friends. About the yellow book, Anonymous says, it isn't exactly a book. It's a block of material approximately two and a half inches thick and transparent in nature and appearance. The reader looks at the transparent surface and suddenly words and pictures appear. It is an endless series of historical studies and photographs of our universe that even planet in their former home world and other interesting stories about the universe. It also contains a historical story and various accounts about earth, history, and distant past. I am one of the very few people who has actually seen the yellow book as has been commented on by others. It would take a lifetime to read and another lifetime to understand it. Well, lucky you, aren't you lucky to read the yellow book. We heard about the yellow book. This is otherwise known as the looking glass. However, from what I understand, the looking glass might have been some device to see into the future, not necessarily historical device. So maybe these are two different things. Maybe I've misunderstood. The yellow book also describes the even involvement with the evolution of human civilizations on earth. Evidently, as we learned later, there were some controversial claims made in this regard that caused some recipients of the information to doubt the veracity of the material, which brought up the possibility that these claims were intended to accomplish a hidden diplomatic agenda on this subject, anonymous says the following. If one reads the yellow book and reads between the lines, one would come away with a thought and clear impression that the ebens had something to do with Jesus Christ, or possibly Jesus was one of them. Also, if you look at some events that are shown in the yellow book, remember there are no dates shown in the yellow book. You can connect some incidents such as Fatima, et cetera, with an even landing. Okay, that's interesting. I mean, this also can gently corroborates Bob Lazar's claims about the book that he read, stating that Jesus was indeed a hybrid alien. Also, you know, there have been reports by abductees or contactees that they've witnessed seeing a man who fits the description of Jesus on board one of these crafts. Interesting, I guess. I don't know what to make of that. We learned later that it was EBE2 who had translated the book into English. Wow, okay. The ebens informed us at that time that they'd reconsidered the timing of the exchange program and wished to reschedule it for a later date. They preferred to only retrieve the bodies of their dead compatriots on this trip and return to Earth in July of 1965 to accomplish the exchange of personnel. This posed an enormous logistical problem for us since all the equipment and supplies would now have to be warehouse somewhere. And we would have to keep the team motivated and then a highly secured facility for another year. There were also possible political ramifications that could change our willingness to continue with the program if the Johnson administration decided to cancel it. The aliens took the bodies of the nine ebens who had died in the two Roswell crashes as well as the body of EBE1 on board. We had performed autopsies in some of the bodies. There's a small appendix here that says in an interview 2006 on Coast to Coast Lindemulton How reported on a telephone conversation with a man who had received a first hand account of the autopsies of two alien bodies in the late 1940s from a physician who had been in. attendance. Okay. The remains have been kept at Los Alamos Laboratories in a special state-of-the-art cryogenic facility. The visit lasted about four hours. The film and audio recordings of the entire event have been stored in a vault at Balling Air Force Base in Washington, DC. Very cool indeed, so okay. We get the translating aliens, some other aliens, they pick up the bodies, they put them on the ship, they say not now, a little bit later. We're not feeling the vibe right now. We'll be back when, when things are, it, this sounds like they're just going to take their bodies and leave and never come back. That's what I'd be afraid of. Yeah, I don't know. This all seems a little strange. The exchange. The time selected for the return. A visit was July 16, 1965. It was agreed that this time the landing location would be the northern section of Nevada test site. About this choice, synonymous says, planners did not wish to keep the same location for fear that something might leak. Once again, the extreme security concern becomes evident. The team members were returned to their lock up at Fort Levenworth for one month, and then they were sent back to Camp Piri to hone their original training and learn some new skills. 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The two Eben shuttles returned right on schedule on July 16, 1965. This time, they had landed at the northern section of the Nevada Test Site as planned. The diplomatic niceties have been attended to in their previous visit. This was strictly a working meeting. The 12 team members waited in a bus. As before, and the military vans were poised to unload their massive cargo consisting of 90,500 pounds of supplies, equipment, and vehicles, see appendix too. And here is a picture that they included of the team aboard the alien ship from close encounters of the third kind. Meet new grippy setting mist from Mavily New York. Gel to mist technology locks in your look for up to 24 hours, with flexible all-day comfy grip. Just plump, dewy, hydrated skin. That still feels like your skin. Try new grippy setting mist from Mavily New York. Maybe it's Mabling. I think we can safely assume that there had been extensive communications between Los Alamos and Serpo in the intervening year to refine the arrangement. But anonymous makes no reference to this. The team boarded the even shuttle craft, and the cargo was loaded by military personnel onto one of the craft. The massive size of this ship can be appreciated when we learn that the entire cargo fit into a single level of a three level craft. The lone even ambassador disembarked from the shuttle and was taken away in a military vehicle. He was then sent to the alien facility at Los Alamos laboratories. So there was an exchange, I guess, a 12 for one. Was the exchange? Not necessarily in our favor, but beggars can't be choosers, you know what I mean? Sky King takes off for the stars. Understandably, the team had no intention of allowing the rigid protocols of the planners to infect their ranks by referring to each other robotically by three digit numbers. They quickly adopted suitable nicknames for each other, for each member, but never used their real names. They did, however, use the number names for more formal and written communications. The team commander, an Air Force Colonel, became Skipper, and two doctors were dock one and dock two. And the pilots were referred to as Sky King and Flash Gordon. Anonymous doesn't supply the other nicknames. A comment sent to the SERPO website in March 2006 points out an interesting reference that adds authenticity to the entire SERPO story. He reminds us that in the golden days of radio, Sky King was a very popular kids series, along with the lone ranger, the green hornet and many others. Sky King ran on radio from 46 to 54, and then a TV version was produced and shown from 51 to 59. The TV show reruns were telecast on Saturday afternoons up until 1966. So the show was still on television when the team departed in 1965. The comment contributor says most people today have either never heard of Sky King or have long forgotten about him. However, it wouldn't be surprising that a young pilot in 1965 would have adopted the nickname of Sky King. I'm not sure that that's really corroborative. One can make a quick online search or, you know, if you were alive back then and you wrote this story, you might just reference that. So I don't know. A pilot who was about 35 when the mission departed would have been an impressionable teenager in the 50s and probably watched the TV show. If he was 40, he probably lay on the living room carpet. like millions of other kids of that era glued to the radio when Sky King came over the airwaves. Could that young boy ever, in his wildest dreams, have imagined that he would one day be among the first Earthlings to depart the Earth to travel to a distant star system? The team commander kept a diary from the first moment of the mission, anonymous supplied the following account of that first day from that diary. Here for posterity is the skipper's exact entry for those first scary moments of that historic mission. Anonymous doesn't explain the acronyms, but we can be quite certain that the M refers to mission in each case, MTC might be mission training coordinator, and MVC is probably the mission voyage coordinator. Who we find out later does not speak English very well and travels with the team consequently. He must be an even get out of here. They're traveling with an even I suppose. They need someone they need a copilot for directions. There is no Apple maps that takes you to Serpo apparently. I could just imagine the the even as the other person is flying the ship like holding the handle and like hitting the invisible break when he goes too fast. Just be in a back seat driver. Slow down. You're going too fast. The lights green. It's like thank you. Thank you. I saw the light was I was going to see it eventually. All right. I digress. We go day one. By the way, if you're going to write a journal, if you're going to journal your little entries every day about, you know, being on an alien ship and going to an alien planet, don't you think that right? Confiscating or not confiscating this journal is a massive oversight. I hope that they clear this up. They've taken all the necessary precautions, but somehow forgot to take this guy's little diary. I don't know. We'll see. Maybe there's an answer for that. Maybe he hid it in his pants. I don't know. All right. Day one. We are ready. I got to find a voice for this guy. What does he sound like? Is he like this is this is this is sky king. No, this is skipper. The commander. He's got to be stoic. We got to make him stoic. We are ready. Hard to think we finally made it. Team is motivated and calm. Final briefing by MTC and MTB cargo packed and EBE craft might have some problems with guns. We'll be talking to the MVC 899 security officer and 203 the assistant team commander. We'll have overall charge of weapons. No sink system or we don't know about them. Everything moving smoothly. 700 to 754 the doctors will give each member a file check before boarding. Okay. We loaded everything and it fits. We have to transfer all of it to the bigger ship once we get to the rendezvous. Really excited about this. No reservations by anyone. MTC asked all members to make final decision. The team all said go. We go. Interior VBE craft is big. There are three levels. This is different than the one we trained on. I think that was a scout craft. This one is a shuttle craft. We stored the cargo in lower level. It will sit in the center level and the crew will sit in the upper level. Strange looking walls. They seem to be dimensional. There are three stations. Four of us will sit in each station. No seats. Just benches. We wouldn't fit in those small crew seats. The MVC says we don't need anything special. No 02 or helmets. Don't know what to do with them. Okay. Final checks. MTC gave us final words. One prey said we board the EBE craft. 475 linguist number two. Really nervous. 700 will watch him. The hatch is closed. No windows. We can't see out. Everyone is seated in their respective seats on the bench. No retention harnesses. Okay. Well, bar across us. The craft is starting engine or what they call energy thrusters. Seems like we are moving but nothing is happening inside. Still able to write this. Really dizzy now. 102 is sitting next to me and he is faint. Something feels really funny. I have to rewrite this because I can't think straight. When the commander says we loaded everything and it fits, it may be the actual loading was done by an Air Force ground crew since it doesn't seem appropriate that this highly trained team would be expected to perform such arduous labor that is loading 90,000 pounds of equipment and supplies. Although judging from the way they had been treated thus far, it wouldn't necessarily be out of the question. In fact, that may very well be what happened since a ground crew would have to have very high security clearances. The statement one prey said was probably meant to be one prayer said and would seem to accord with the chapel scene in close encounters where the clergyman delivers a final prayer to the team and refers to them as pilgrims. Since the commander says still able to write this, it appears that at this stage his diary was handwritten, although we learned later that the diaries of all other team members were recorded on cassette tape. Eventually the commander also reverted to voice recording. Okay, interesting. And a small little appendix here. Obviously, the team commander cannot sit next to himself. He means 203. He has gotten the number wrong, not surprising, since he can't think straight. Okay, yeah, fair. Fair enough. And that is chapter 8, the meeting we learned about the commander. We're starting to understand the psychology of the people aboard. I'm very interested in learning more about these characters, how they're going to integrate, how they're going to cope. Whether or not they actually are sitting next to an EBE, that's incredibly concerning and strange. And how this all plays out. So here we go, chapter 9, folks, the voyage. Now we learned about interdimensional travel, potentially wormholes, or just straight up linear propulsion. Let's see. In his eleventh and twelfth emails, anonymous sent a verbatim description of the entire trip written by the team commander in his diary. So we have all the details of the team experience from the start of the journey until they landed on Serpo. In this chapter, interspersed with author commentary, we present a first hand account, this amazing voyage of 40 light years, or 400 trillion kilometers, 240 trillion miles, through interstellar space. It lasted only 10 months. That means they traveled at about 40 times the speed of light. It would be impossible to achieve that velocity with any known means of propulsion, no matter how exotic. The only explanation for this is time travel. As we know from the work of Albert Einstein and Herman Minkowski, time is the fourth dimension of space. So we must now speak of the space time continuum. The time dimension is sometimes referred to as the time domain. The ebens have obviously developed the technology to travel in the time domain. Apparently, there are portals to this domain at known points in the cosmos. These are now called wormholes, C-plate 10. Travel through a traversable wormhole is really travel through time, and is faster than the speed of light. However, it takes time and precise stellar navigation to get two and from the wormholes. And this accounts for the 10 months. Ah, okay, this makes sense. I like this. We're back. I'm back, baby. The team commander is evidently speaking of travel through the wormhole when he says in his diary, "We all will feel better once the craft goes out of this time wave." As he calls it, referring to an alien. Oh, wow. It was dark, but we could make out wavy lines, maybe some sort of distortion in time. We must be moving faster than light speed, but we can't see anything out the window. It is very interesting that the commander was able to contemplate the possibility of traveling faster than light speed at that time, 1965. Since scientifically, it was considered impossible based on the Einsteinian determinations. Now, it is not unusual for sci-fi writers and scientists to speak of superliminal speed. For more information about the ebens means of propulsion from a DIA scientist and replied to two questions sent into the website, see Appendix 6. Okay, apparently we have some more detailed explanation of time travel. I would love nothing more than to be enlightened by this DIA physicist. A screaming match. Okay, the secondary entry by the team commander on day one describes the arrival at the rendezvous craft, which I will now refer to as the "mother ship" in the beginning of the actual star voyage. Mother ship is an appropriate designation since we learned later that it carried multiple smaller ships. Day one entry two. We made it to the rendezvous craft. Don't know where they are, but it seemed like we all fainted or were really confused during this trip, according to my wristwatch it took about 6 hours or maybe more. We left at 1325 and it is 1939, but not sure of the day. We flew into the big ship, were standing in a bay or something, there are many EBEs helping us. They seemed to understand that we are confused. The cargo was offloaded in one big move, the platform contained in the cargo was moved without unloading the individual cargo. The ship looks like the inside of a real big building, sealing is about 100 feet high in this area of the ship. Okay, we are being moved into another part of the ship. Okay, we moved to another room or area, what a big ship. It can't describe how big it is, it took us about 15 minutes to walk out of our area. Seems like it is something special for us, the chairs are bigger, but there are only 10 of them. Okay, I guess 203 in myself will sit in a different location above these seats. We are moved by some sort of elevator, but I can't understand how it worked. Everyone's hungry. We have our backpacks containing some sea rats and I guess we eat now. But must ask the MVC, can't find them and I can't communicate with the two EBEs here. It seemed to be real nice, 420, linguist number 1, try to use his language skills. Almost funny, sounds like a screaming match. We just use sign language indicated we want to eat. One of the EBE brought us a container, but it doesn't look good, but I think it's their food. Looks like mush or oatmeal, 899 will taste it. Well, 899 said it tastes like paper, I think we'll all stick to sea rats, okay MVC finally showed up. Told us we begin trip soon. Two mills, I think he means minutes, but don't really know. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to eat before leaving. We don't feel any weightlessness and we don't feel dizzy. We don't know what to expect from this point on. They are indicating we must sit in the chairs. Okay, I love this, I love all of this, this is amazing. I like this character, I think this is so much fun. Their food being mush, once again, I will refer to this molecular biologist who apparently wrote this paper on Reddit about the anatomy. If you want to watch that video, by the way, I think it's the anatomy of a gray alien on my channel, Gray's Anatomy, if you will. They talk about how these beings have no teeth and so whatever they ingest was probably in a liquid form and it was like a high copper content or something like this, but I like the idea of them just eating paper mache that their mush tastes like paper is super funny. Someone should really hook them up with like rigatoni or something, you know what I mean? Or like applesauce, I think they would freak out at applesauce. Imagine setting your makeup then forgetting it's even theirs. Find new grippy setting mist from Mavily New York. Gel to mist technology locks in your look for up to 24 hours, with flexible all day comfy grip. Maybe it's Mabelane. We learn from this that the ebans have obviously developed a type of anti gravity technology that allows them to cancel out the weight of massive objects so that they can be easily pushed into another position. There is no other explanation for how they were able to offload 45 tons of equipment from the shuttlecraft to the mothership so quickly and effortlessly. The diary tells us that this was done in one big move without taking the individual items off the platform. So that means the platform itself was moved. It's surprising that the team commander didn't marvel at that. A platform holding 3 jeeps, 10 motorcycles, 6 tractors, 8 power generators, and much more had to be very large. We learned in the previous chapter, in the first entry for day 1 in the team commander's diary, that the cargo was loaded onto the ebans shuttlecraft by the team itself or by ground crew. In that entry, the team commander said, "Okay, we loaded everything and it fits." But we have to transfer all of it onto the bigger ship once we get to the rendezvous point. We stored the cargo in the lower level so it appears that the team loaded all the supplies equipment and vehicles directly onto a single movable platform within the first level of the ebans shuttlecraft because it was all placed on one platform. The ebans were able to just move the loaded platform onto the mothership. This is very interesting. This was brought forward in one of the Stephen Greer press conferences that he did for like the World Press Association or National Press Club or whatever it was where he had whistleblowers come forward. Then there was one where there was this contractor that was taken, I believe in Nevada, to an underground facility, like bag over the head, guns in the back of the head, don't look up type deal. Walking through this underground facility when he looked up and he saw this large sort of obelisk stone being levitated. This monolithic slab that if I had to estimate would be well over a hundred times, absolutely nothing holding it up. You can see by the picture, there's another boulder directly behind it. It was flat on the ground. There were two other people beside it. I could only see hills and feet to the right. You could see what looked like a boulder in all three of these that I could tell had this box on top that was black with spires that came off and I couldn't tell where it was connected, but it obviously had something to do with the levitation. The one to the right was being spun by the person that you could see in the picture. And so that would make a lot of sense. These entries in the skippers diary settle once and for all all the speculation about how the pyramids of Egypt stonehenge and all the other massive ancient megalithic archaeological sites were built. See plate 11, if the ebens have this weightless technology, we can reasonably assume that it is commonly used throughout the galaxy and that the ancient astronauts all knew about it. The big question now is what's the secret shared with us? If so, that means that we have probably had this capability since 1965, it absolutely boggles the mind to realize what this could mean to our earthly industries if this technology was given to them. Certainly, we could do away with cranes and skyscrapers can be built in about half the time. The building materials could be floated up to each floor in minutes. We could conceivably have floating towns and cities, vehicles would no longer lead roadways and could zip along above the streets. If this information lies buried somewhere in the Air Force vaults, then we can begin to appreciate the magnitude of the social, technological, and industrial revolutions that will occur once these secrets are revealed. One thing that's occurred to me is if we talk about having these floating cities or cars like the Jetson sort of floating around, car accidents would be far more catastrophic. Could you imagine you're on your way to school and just like somebody throws an apple out of the window or is it like all the little things that we experience driving? Those aren't going away once we're in the air, they're probably just going to get worse. I think that's a big issue too. Maybe something we think about after we get floating cars. Okay, we really felt dizzy. The team suffered considerable discomfort during the first part of the journey as described in the team commander's day two entry, there we go, day two. I'm not sure just how long we were in the containers, we sat in the chairs and a clear container was placed over us and the chair, we were isolated in this bubble or sphere. You could breathe, okay, you could see out, but we really felt dizzy and confused. I think I fell asleep or fainted. I think this is another day, but my watch says one hour since we sat, but I think it is the next day. Our time instruments are located in our backpacks, which are stored in another area of this room. We are still in these spheres, but it seems okay. Well, 899 figured out how to get out because he's standing up. He opened my sphere. Not sure if we should be out of this thing, 899 said that a knee bee came in and looked at us and left. Other team members sleeping, 899 and myself walking around this room. I retrieved the time instruments. Seems like we have been traveling for about 24 hours or so. No windows to see. Originally we were told that it would take about 270 of our days, okay? EBE came in and pointed to the chairs. I guess we need to go back and get into them. I dreamt of Earth. The following entry in the team commander's diary has no day associated with it, and seems to be another description of day two, since it gives more details of that first travel day on the mothership. But at this point, they are well along in their journey. The commander is so disoriented that he doesn't realize that he's already written about this first day of travel and covers much of the same ground. He apparently has no memory of his previous diary entry. In this section, we learn that one man is missing. Whoa. I dreamt of Earth. I really had some vivid dreams of Colorado, the mountains, the snow, my family, it was as if I was really there. I had no worries and never thought of my situation inside the foreign spaceship, then I woke. I was confused and disoriented, I was in a bowl, well, it looked like a bowl to me. I don't remember how I got here, my first thought was to my crew. I pushed open the top of this glass bowl and it opened, I heard a hissing sound coming from the seams or seals. I looked around and I saw, I was inside a room, not a room I remember. But all of us were inside these glass bowls. All the other crew members were asleep. I climbed out and I realized my legs were sore, but I climbed out, went to each glass bowl and checked on the crew. I found only eleven of us, somebody's missing, but who, I'm so confused. I'm also very thirsty, I can't find any of those water bottles. We had some, but I can't find any. My eyes are really having a problem focusing, but I'm writing this in my log, I have to record everything. I found number, he's alive, who's missing? I have to look at each bowl, this room is large, the ceilings, like a bed mattress, looks like a bed mattress, the walls of this room are soft, I'm very much in this room except for the bowls and some tubes running from the bowls to the floor. I see lights flashing on the bottom of each bowl, there are bright lights on the ceiling, inside the mattress or something, I can't open these bowls, I try everything, I must get some help from the ebens, I found a door, but it won't open. We are the specimens, I can't remember how we opened the doors, how long have we been inside these bowls, can't seem to remember much. Maybe the traveling in space causes problems with a person's mind, they told us this during training, but we never had anyone travel as far in space before. We are the specimens, maybe I should go back into the bowl, maybe I woke too early, my wristwatch says it's 1800 hours, but what day, what month, what year, how long have I been asleep, the floor seems to be soft with wires running in a crisscross pattern, see some type of television screen in the corner of the room, they can monitor the other bowls, I can't read anything on the screen because it isn't even language, I do make out lines, maybe health monitoring lines on the screen, I hope that means everyone's breathing and alive. We are missing one man, I forget something, someone die, I can't remember, I have some type of a rash on my hands, real burning sensation, maybe it is radiation burns or something. But where are the radiation monitors we had in our packs, where are survival packs, I can't find anything, I'm returning to the bowl, lying down, I will stop making entries in this diary. We have no idea what day it is, entry. Once I'm not sure of what day it is, I won't stay today is to my entry, I'll just say entry. We're all sick, dizzy, upset stomachs, 754 gave us medicine to settle our stomachs, but we really feel bad. We seem to be unable to focus our eyes and seem to not know which way to turn up or down or don't know the way to sit down. Bad feeling, medicine helps a little. We are able to eat a little, 754 tell us to eat and drink the water we brought along. We're doing that and feel a little better, can't concentrate on anything so I can't write anymore right now. Feel a lot better, EBEs came in and did something to the room, it all seems clear and we're not so confused and dizzy. We ate again and drink more water, feeling a lot better. We're out of the sphere, but must stay in them at certain times. EBE showed us a series of lights above the entry panel, green and red, white lights. If the light is red, we must sit in the sphere. If the light is white, we are okay. EBE never explained the green light, maybe that isn't good. We have no idea what day it is, only that it is 2319. Our date recorder isn't working very well, according to 633, scientist number 1. He thinks we've been going for 10 days, but not really sure. We've been confined to this room for the entire time. I think this room was made for us and we are safe in this room. EBE wouldn't be wise to leave it. No waitlessness. Don't know how they do it, but we do feel a little light headed when we walk. The room's room is pressurized, ears are popping a lot. We have to sit in this room for 270 days, we will be really bored. We can't really do much on all our equipment is packed away. We have our backpacks, but they only contain a few items. We want to clean up, but can't find a bathroom except for the containers you are using to relieve ourselves. They are small metal containers that are emptied by the EBE every now and then. EBE brings us food, air food, we tried it, and it tastes like paper. Really no taste, but maybe it's something special for space travel, 700 is eating it. He seems okay, but it is upsetting his bowels, their water is milky looking, but tastes like apples. Strange. See, maybe they would like applesauce, anti-matter propulsion, entry. It's been a long time since I've made an entry. We are guessing we have been on the ship for 25 days, but we might be off by about 5 days. We were locked into our sphere for a long period of time. We had to leave in order to relieve ourselves, and finally we were able to open the sphere. What we did, we all got sick, really sick, dizzy, confused, and some couldn't walk. We had trouble urinating in moving our bows, 754 who ate the EBE food, didn't seem to be as sick as us. They treated us with medicine. EBE came in and pointed a bluish light on our heads, felt better, much better after this. But he pointed to the shares and we figured we must get back into them. We showed him our waste containers and pointed to the chairs in a confused manner. He understood and left the room. EBE came back with small containers we could place inside the sphere. He also brought in small jugs of milky liquid and made a motion for us to drink it. So we went back into the sphere and just sat there with the waste containers and the jug of the milky stuff. We drank that and seemed to be better, except 5/18 the biologist who seemed to be sick. But we were cautioned to stay inside the sphere. Halfway home We learned now that the alien craft exited the time domain at approximately the halfway point. The team members now felt much better and were able to move freely about the ship and to explore and ask questions. Apparently the team member felt sick and dizzy only when traveling through the time domain. This is important information for NASA and for future manned space probes from Earth. Certainly our bioscientists will be able to develop some sort of medication to counter this problem. Maybe a mother sills seasick pills would do the trick. The halfway point in the journey still leaves about 20 light years or 200 trillion kilometers to go. It appears that the ebens travel through space using very advanced onboard propulsion. We learn here that they may have been using anti-matter technology, C-Plate 12 entry. I don't have any idea how long we stayed in that sphere this time, but EBE came in and made a motion for us to come out. We were able to move around without being dizzy or sick. EBE have allowed us to leave the room. We walked along a very narrow hallway for a long period of time, maybe 20 minutes. We then got into some sort of elevator, which moved fast because we could feel the motion. We came into a very large room that contained many ebens sitting in seats. Maybe this is the control center. Our escort made a motion to go into the room. We could see control panels which contained many lights. There were four different stations containing six ebens each. They were in levels. The top level inside the room contained just one seat. One even was sitting in that chair. We figure he must be the pilot or commander. Seen busy with an instrument panel. There were many television screens, but all showed even language and a series of lines, both vertical and horizontal. Maybe some sort of graph. We were able to wander around without any even bothering us. Six, three, three, and six, six, one, scientist number two were really interested in this. Six, three, three seemed better. There was one window, but we could not see anything. It was dark, but we could make out wavy lines. Maybe some sort of distortion in time. We must be moving faster than light speed, but we couldn't see anything out the window. Negative matter versus positive matter. Okay, NVC finally arrived. He explains in broken English that we are halfway to the home planet. Everything is functioning properly, and we all feel better once the craft gets out of this time wave as he calls it. NVC says we can walk around any part of the ship, but we must stay together. We must be shown how to operate the movement centers. We're thinking he's referring to the elevators. It seems simple, just placing your hand on one of the operating lights. White, red, white moves it, red stops it. We hear some type of ringing sound, but NVC says it's only space sounds. Whatever he means by that, we were able to walk around the ship, but it's so large it is difficult to understand how such a large ship can move so fast. 633 wants to see the engines. NVC takes four of us to the engine room or whatever they wish to call the room. It contains large, very large metal containers. They are in a circle. With the ends of each pointing into the center, many pipes are some type of large tubes connect them. In the center of these containers is a copper-colored coil or something looking like a coil. There's a bright light being shimmed from a point above into the center of the coil. We hear a very dull hum, but no major loud sounds. 661 thinks it's a negative matter versus positive matter system. Ah, yes, the old negative versus positive matter system I should have guessed. We know that 661 was a scientist. His speculation that perhaps the ebons were using some form of antimatter propulsion at the time was amazing, since that possibility wasn't entertained then, even in classified scientific ranks. This team was well chosen. We're all apparently highly intelligent, forward thinking. Now we have learned from Robert Lazar, who worked on reverse engineering alien craft at Area 51 in the 1980s that the aliens used antimatter reactions to power their craft utilizing super-heavy substance called element 115, an element not found on Earth. Since Lazar's revelations, a scientist at Lawrence Livermore Laboratory and collaboration with Russian scientists in Dubna, Russia have been able to create element 115 by bombarding other more stable elements, and have also now created even heavier atoms, element 116 and element 118. All these atoms are very unstable and have short half-lives, but are highly radioactive. Element 115 has been assigned to the symbol UUP and named Unimpentium. All these elements have now been added to the periodic table. Petition to call element 115 Lazarium. Someone commented that in one of the videos once, and I was like, I would sign that petition. Death of 308, oh no, the following entry in the team's commander diary was evidently written as they were nearing the end of the journey. Apparently, they all slept through most of the journey, and each time they woke up, they had little or no memory of what had previously transpired. We learn later that 308 team pilot number two died of a pulmonary embolism. I'm awake again. EBE's are in the room. My bowl is open. Some of my crew are walking around. The ebans are helping them. I climbed out of my bowl. The English-speaking ebans sees me and I ask them if every one of my crew is all right. He doesn't understand all right. My point to the crew, I say 11, where is number 12? EBE1 then points to a bowl that is empty and says Earthman is not living. Okay, someone died. But who? My crew is walking around in a state of confusion. I can't get anyone's attention. They look like the living dead. I asked EBE1. What is wrong with them? EBE1 replied, "Space sick." But will not be sick soon. Okay, that makes sense. I have no idea how long. We're still flying, but don't know how long. EBE1 brings some fluids and something looking like a biscuit. Fluid tastes like chalk. Biscuit doesn't have any taste. We all eat it and drink the fluid. Almost instantly, we feel better. Okay, get organized. Told 203 to round up all crew, found 308 team pilot number two missing. Must be the dead crew member. EBE1 came back and led me to 308. He was in bowl, something like a coffin. 754 will examine 308. EBE1 cautioned us not to take 308 out. Don't understand the caution. 754 is here. I tried to tell EBE1, these guys are our doctors and must examine 308. EBE1 said no because of infection. I guess 308 must have had some sort of infection, and it could be contagious, but is 308 dead? Don't know. We will take EBE1's advice. 754 just looked into the bowl and said it looks like 308 is dead. Everyone else looks okay. The fluids and biscuit must have contained some type of energy food. We can focus our eyes and actually think. No one can remember how we got into this room. All our equipment is here. Everyone is concerned about our status. EBE is our friendly, but won't tell us much. 899 is concerned with being locked into a room. 633 and 661 means we should be keeping busy. I agree. I order everyone to get their packs and ration belts. Inventory everything inside and see if something's missing. That will occupy the team for some time. My wristwatch says it's 0400, but what day? Date. Don't know. Very strange not being able to gauge time. We have no reference inside this room or the spaceship. The year clock that we brought will be unpacked once we can get to the Stode gear. We don't know where that is. Imagine setting your makeup. Then forgetting it's even theirs. No tightness, no stickiness, no residue, just clump, dewy hydrated skin that still feels like your skin. Maybe it's Maybelline. Wow. Very, very interesting lots to take in here. So it just seems like they got space sick. They're eating these strange colorless, tasteless, odorless rations. Very on-brand for biosynthetic organisms or potentially bioengineered artificial intelligence to eat things that taste like paper. For anyone wondering out there, what's their art like? Do they have art? Do they enjoy food and dance and music? It seems like they don't. I, for one, am glad to not have been incarnated into the body of one of these dull grays. They seem so boring. Perhaps why the mantids and the Nordics are a little more appealing than the grays. They're just so bland. Like get a hobby. So one of them's dead, 11 left. One that died was pilot number two. I don't think they'll need any pilots though. They've, you know, unless they try to escape Serpo. I'm very excited to read chapter 10 and learn more about the planet. We never get to hear about the planets. We hear about the ships seldom hear about the, you know, the grays and their interactions with each other. But never do we hear about the planets. We do have, you know, books from people like Wendell Stevens who have covered cases like coldness or all these other sort of strange planets that people were apparently taken to and shown. But, but, you know, Zeta, particular or Serpo or the ebens. I've not yet heard of this. My guess, I'm just going to go on a, on a hunch here, is that it's going to be underground. Binary star system, but their atmosphere has been destroyed and irradiated, which accounts for how they look in their giant eyeballs because they've all had to sort of cower under, you know, the surface. I think that that's what we're going to expect. I don't expect anything on the surface. I could be wrong. If so, maybe they're in suits or maybe it's, yeah, maybe it's a lush rainforest. I don't know, but I'm very eager to find out. And I hope you will all join me for the next installment. Secret Journey to Planet Serpo, Serpo, Serpo. The true story of interplanetary trial. level. Folks, this is a really fun read. I do enjoy this. It is stretching my imagination. By no means do I believe any of it, but I'm not in the, I'm not in the business of believing or disbelieving. I am in the business of being highly entertained by this. And perhaps, perhaps what if any of this was true? Can you imagine how insane that would be? Anyways, I'm very excited for the next episode, the next read through. I will not get ahead of myself. I will wait for you guys and we will read it together. Folks, if you do enjoy this content and you want to support this channel, like the video, you know, subscribe or check out area52.shop. We've got a lot of sales going on. 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