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ONE WEEKEND WITH ALIEN

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They are waiting for an alien named Bijoux from the Andromeda galaxy. They are
coaxing him down from the sky with laser pointers and chants, signaling their
location with electronic tones. But will he come? They believe.

Seven hundred people — hippies, New Agers, kooks, nutcases, wackos, psychos;
call them what you will — have pilgrimaged to Joshua Tree for Contact in the
Desert, a three-day weekend of lectures and workshops billed as a serious inquiry
into UFOs, human origins and extraterrestrial life. This many ufologists in the
desert smells like sun, weed, incense and sweat. Yet there is also an unexpected
whiff of truth.

Take Roger Leir, a medical professional who has come to believe that aliens are
visiting Earth and putting implants in people. A frequent speaker on the UFO radio
and cable TV circuit, Leir is a board-certified podiatric surgeon who has been in
private practice in Ventura County for the past 43 years. He says he's removed 16
of these implants himself.

Over the years, he explains to the assembled audience, he has removed

thousands of objects from feet — people step on stuff all the time.

The objects he's removed from alleged abductees, however, are different. They're
small and cylindrical or T-shaped. Sometimes they have a shiny, ceramic outer
coating with tiny wires snaking out. The wires, he says, are carbon nanotubes.
Made mostly of iron, with trace amounts of iridium, their composition strongly
resembles that of meteorites.

He seals the objects into vials and delivers them to reputable labs — Los Alamos
National Laboratory, University of Toronto, University of California at San Diego.
“Don't blame the plumber for what came out of the kitchen sink,” Leir likes to say.
Though he is not so bold as to consider himself a scientist, simply a careful
investigator, he has moved from outright skepticism to certainty. “I did my first two
surgeries for fun because I didn't believe it,” he says. Now he believes.
What might a scientist make of, say, the curious case of the patient who showed
up at Leir's Southern California office one February day. “I think I've got something
in my toe,” he said.

The man had awoken to find the second toe of his left foot “hurting like the
dickens.” It was red and swollen. There was no entry wound, just a few drops of
blood on his bedsheets.

X-rays revealed an object 3.5mm long and the diameter of pencil lead. During
surgery, the object broke into 12 pieces, which Leir extracted one at a time. Each
time he'd approach them with his instruments, the objects moved away. Weirder
still, two days after sealing them into a vial, the pieces, he says, reassembled into
their original order.

Leir went to the patient's house. In the yard, he found more anomalies — a highly
magnetic avocado tree, a patch of soil that would spontaneously catch fire. The
master bedroom held the pièce de résistance: handprints, under the window
beside the bed. Two little hands, with four little fingers each. The prints fluoresced
under ultraviolet light. “Very childlike,” Leir describes them. They were “not bear
prints, not cat prints, or dog. … They're something else.”

He pulls up the next slide, a photo of what looks like a black seed embedded in an
oyster. Another implant. The black seed is metallic. The gloopy, gelatinous oyster is
a capsule of the person's skin.

A man in the audience cries out, “That's identical to what I got out from behind my
leg. It was a quarter-inch deep into the muscle tissue.”

“Really?” Leir says. “I would love to see that.”

The man shakes his head glumly. “I destroyed it. I hit it with a hammer after I took
it out.”

After extraction, Leir says, he sends patients to hypnotherapist Yvonne Smith.

These people, Smith says, are “haunted by missing time.” They come to her
speaking of objects inserted into their nasal cavity with long, needlelike
instruments. Of being submerged, naked, into tanks of liquid. They describe
different types of beings: so-called “grays,” with hairless gray skin and giant eyes;
tall ones in black capes; giant praying mantises that seem to be in charge.

In 22 years of practice, she is struck by the similarity of their symptoms. The

geometric marks on their bodies — scoop marks, dots, triangles and chevron signs
that fluoresce under ultraviolet light and can't be removed with soap or water or
other solvents. The anxiety. The recurring dreams of eyes. The fear of water. Fear
of owls. Fear of deer and sharks.

As Smith speaks, a woman in the audience starts to cry.

The beliefs held by the people at Contact in the Desert are, quite literally, out of
this world. But here, even the strangest of views will be given credence. Here, out
in the middle of nowhere, they will know they are not alone.

For one, they believe that the Joshua Tree area itself is a locus for paranormal
activity. Contact in the Desert is taking place at the Joshua Tree Retreat Center, a
sprawling, 400-acre cluster of trapezoidal, 1970s-era bungalows. The site has a
long history with encounters of the extraterrestrial kind. Just 13 miles away,
aeronautical engineer George Van Tassel built a big, white, wooden “rejuvenation”
dome at the urging of aliens from the planet Venus. They talked to him in his
dreams and telepathically faxed him the blueprints.

Shortly after construction began, Joshua Tree had its first UFO convention, in April
1953. Then, as now, this scraggly patch of dry rock is a place where people believe
there are 17 energy vortices that converge over a series of secret underground
tunnels.

At her lecture, local historian Barbara Harris explains that the underground
tunnels are actually caverns created by the eons-ago recession of the Salton Sea.

“Yes, I have a map,” one woman says and digs around in her purse, as if that's
where she always keeps it, right next to her lipstick. “They're ancient. They're lit by
a mild green light, and there are creatures living in them.”

For many here, it is a relief to finally be around others who believe their
unbelievable stories. The conference attendees believe in cover-ups, coincidences
and conspiracies. They believe in disinformation, propaganda, black-budget
operations and spin control.

They believe that Marilyn Monroe was assassinated — she was planning to tell the
world that aliens exist (JFK told her so, during pillow talk). They believe that NASA is
airbrushing aliens out of the Mars Rover photos and Photoshopping the Martian
sky red to make it look uninhabitable to Earthlings. NASA astronauts, they believe,
have been teleporting to Mars since the 1940s.

They believe that extraterrestrials approached President Eisenhower and asked

him to go into space peacefully. The aliens met him at Edwards Air Force Base in
Antelope Valley, where flying saucers are kept to this day. Not that “day” matters,
because they believe in time travel.

They believe in Roswell, of course. And crop circles. And in David Icke's reptile
agenda. They believe in cattle mutilations. Aliens, they reckon, are sucking out
cows' blood serum for God knows what purpose.

They believe that humans are being genetically manipulated by aliens into a
different species, and that the U.S. government is aiding and abetting the process.
While there is no consensus about the specific features of the alien ecology (most
believe in a variety of species, as in Star Trek) or their ultimate purpose on Earth,
everybody here believes in secrets. They believe in breakaway civilizations and
invisible empires with technology vastly superior to that of the mainstream world.
They believe that the military-industrial-entertainment complex is dumbing down
the American public. Hence, they believe in nurturing a healthy distrust of
corporate America.

They believe they are being lied to. They believe, as one ufology historian puts it, in
“a brilliant, pervasive system of news control that is still in place.”

They believe in these things with an enviable conviction. They have, like historian
Richard Dolan, written 900-page treatises on UFOs and devoted decades of their
lives to their chosen subspecialty. They have flown out here from all over the
country — Chicago, Florida, Michigan, Canada, Virginia — and paid $225 per
person, plus $24.95 extra per workshop (plus $10 per workshop DVD) for the
pleasure of one another's company.

Capitalism may be dead to these folks, but marketing is alive and well. Half the
people here have self-published books or e-books or Kickstarter fundraisers they'd
love to tell you about.

Many claim to have proof. The Freedom of Information Act request is their
weapon of choice. (The meeting with confidential government or military source is
the backup weapon of choice.) But as Leir concedes, “Many times when you think
you're gonna find answers for these things, what you do is wind up with more
mysteries.”

Some attendees, like lecturer Alfred Webre, believe there is indigenous life
elsewhere in the galaxy. Like, say, on Mars. Webre, a former lawyer, presents a
highly enjoyable but profoundly unscientific “analysis” of a single photograph
taken by NASA's Mars Exploration Rover Spirit. Beamed back to Earth in 2008,
PIA10214 is a panoramic landscape — rocks, sand and not much else … or is
there?

He zooms into the lower left corner. He traces the apparent form of a woman. Is it
a rock formation? A fossil? A being traversing the cliff? It's a statue, he concludes.
“How did a statue like this get on Mars, if you assume it's an uninhabited planet?”

PIA10214, he says, is “a cosmic treasure trove of pictographic evidence of life on

Mars.” There are, he continues, five types of humanoids currently living on Mars.
One is the alien of pop culture fame — a “gray,” with bulbous head and spindly
body. He zooms in to a group of rocks, gesturing to the negative space between
them. People in the audience squint. It takes a while, but once you see it, your
mind can't unsee it: a man, bent over a boulder, arms flung out as if in exhaustion.

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He pulls up more blurry close-ups — a Martian in a black caftan running away
from the camera; another diving into a hidey-hole. “They're camera-shy.”

What is the atmosphere on Mars, a girl in the front row asks. “What I've been told
by people who were there is it's like being in Denver, Colorado,” Webre answers.

Webre sought to have National Geographic publish his findings. “We have not yet
received a reply.” He has been waiting four years.

Other attendees believe that the evidence has been on Earth all along, hiding in
plain sight in the world's great stone monuments — the Egyptian pyramids,
Chichén Itzá, Machu Picchu, Angkor Wat. How else to explain the massive stones
perfectly cut, held together by only friction and weight, no mortar?

As author and retired engineer Marshall Klarfeld puts it, “We're stuck with this
scientific box that we're in. 'Because the Egyptians were there, they built it.
Because the Mayans were there, they built it. Because the Sumerians were there,
they built it.' Couldn't they have inherited it?”

Klarfeld believes that extraterrestrials came to Earth a long time ago and
influenced early human culture. In the UFO community, this branch of inquiry —
based largely on the writings of controversial, self-taught biblical scholar Zecharia
Sitchin — is called the “ancient astronauts” or “ancient aliens” field.

Klarfeld is aware that not everyone shares his passion for Sitchin's writings. “There
are people in the scientific community, frankly, who called me a woo-woo,” Klarfeld
says.

Woo-woo?

“Off the wall. Lost my marbles.”

Such insults don't bother him.

Back in the 1950s, says implant surgeon Leir, the government made Joshua Tree
ufologist George Van Tassel — who believed that aliens from Venus were
communicating with him telepathically — look like an “absolute jackass.”

“If you talked about this to your neighbor, you were almost afraid,” Leir continues.
“Because someone was gonna laugh. You know, 'There's a class-A, No. 1 nutcase.'
It worked very well. And it's still working today.”

“Some people would rather go to a psychiatrist,” he says, “and take a pill rather
than admit they were abducted.”

What does it take to be taken seriously? Perhaps a few serious academic studies?
“You don't fund research on UFOs,” historian Dolan says. “No one goes into it
because who will be your adviser? No one.”

He knows. He tried. “Oh,” his professor said, “you're a conspiracy theorist.”

It's sad, Dolan says. You encounter a UFO, “and you tell no one about the most
amazing experience of your life.”

Murmurs of assent waft up from the crowd when he says this. The room is
stiflingly hot, and the women fan themselves with programs, as at church.

One young half-Filipina woman says she confessed to her family that she believed
she was being abducted. “They all think I'm crazy.”

These people are not kooks. Not in the traditional sense. Klarfeld got his degree
from Caltech and studied under Nobel laureates Linus Pauling and Richard
Feynman. Webre, the guy who believes platypuses are running around on Mars, is
a Yale Law School graduate and a former general counsel for the New York
Environmental Protection Agency.

The more psychologically minded among us ask, when, exactly, did their
schizophrenic break with reality occur?

And yet … some things linger in the mind long after you've heard them. Skyped in
from London on the conference's second day, explorer and best-selling author
Graham Hancock suggests — to the everlasting irritation of mainstream
archaeologists — that, yes, perhaps the Great Pyramid and other megaliths are
thousands of years older than we currently believe and were built by one such
advanced, ancient civilization. Whoever the pyramids' builders were, they had a
deep knowledge of astronomy.

The perimeter of the base of the Great Pyramid, for instance, multiplied by 43,200,
gives you the equatorial circumference of the Earth. And 43,200 isn't a random
number. It is a multiple of 72.

Why does 72 matter? Like a top winding down while it spins, the Earth wobbles on
its axis. In astronomy, this motion is called “precession.” It takes 72 years for the
Earth to complete one degree of precessional wobble. So it seems the Great
Pyramid's builders knew not only the size of the planet but also some very subtle,
sophisticated things about how it moves through space. This at a time before
modern man even realized Earth was round.

And why couldn't life have been seeded throughout the galaxy by giant aliens? The
stairs at Chichén Itzá, for instance, are 12 inches high. “Who climbs 12-inch steps?”
Klarfeld asks, a small smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. “People 9 feet
tall.”

For some, proof is not necessary. One woman waiting in line at the registration
booth admits she's never seen an alien but has “intuited them.”

Others have seen things, and heard and touched things. They have the truth of
their own experience.
Arizona logger Travis Walton, the world's most famous abductee, on whom the
movie Fire in the Sky is based, is one such person. In the 38 years since the event
occurred, he has never changed his story. Neither has he been able to prove it.
Ironically, he is perhaps the most believable of all.

On Nov. 5, 1975, Walton and five co-workers were driving home through the
Apache-Sitgreaves National Forest after a job, when a glowing, hovering metallic
object appeared in the sky. On impulse, Walton ran out of the truck to get a closer
look. He felt the sound more than heard it — a throbbing, rumbling, scraping. A
mixture of high and low and everything in between. Suddenly, a burst of light shot
out from the craft. It hit Walton like a football tackle and lifted him into the air.

His crew took off. Believing Walton dead, they called the sheriff, who rejected their
story. He thought they'd murdered Walton. A massive police search party combed
the forest. Tracking dogs followed the trail to the abduction site and stopped.

Walton, for his part, recalls waking up in a small, trapezoidal room. It was warm,
humid, and he struggled to breathe. He heard movement and saw creatures
standing above him. In the years that followed, their stare became the focus of his
nightmares. He remembers their skin — grayish white, translucent, suggestive of
moisture underneath.

They affixed metal objects to his chest. But he rolled off the table and ran out of
the room into a curved hallway. Humanlike creatures caught him by the arm, led
him out of the ship into a large, open hangar, then into another ship, and put a
mask over his face.

He awoke on a highway by the woods. It felt as if only hours had passed, but it had
been five days.

A media storm followed. The community of Snowflake, Ariz., where Walton and the
other loggers lived, was divided. People doubted the UFO explanation. They
thought the guys had hung a papier-mâché sculpture on a tree, that they'd seen a
ball of lighting, that Walton hid out in the forest for five days, that it was a drug
hallucination or a publicity stunt. Walton, however, was tested for drugs — none
turned up. The crew consented to a polygraph. Everybody passed.

Afterward, the men went their separate ways. All experienced life-altering trauma.
One man became like a little kid afraid of the dark, afraid to look out the window
and see the spaceship.

Walton was 22 when it happened. People are uncomfortable with ambiguity, he

says now at 60. “They want things to be either true or false. But most things are
not.” He is standing in a lecture hall with a dozen or so conference attendees, tall
and lean in a neat white shirt, dark tie, dark slacks, serious as a Bible salesman.
“People who pride themselves on being skeptics can often be just as gullible,” he
continues. Often the debunkers aren't scientists but will point to science. “True
scientists recognize science as a set of ever-changing principles.”

His whole life since that night has been a battle for people's ability to reason. For
their willingness to consider all sides of an issue, and not just stubbornly pick an
opinion and scrounge around for facts to fit.

“You're either crazy if you believe it, or a liar because you made it all up.” These
were Walton's choices back then. Today, he adheres to an altogether different
mantra: “The absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.”

He never had proof. But it doesn't matter. Belief is personal. It is a spectrum. “If I
said, 'Raise your hand if you believe everything you've heard at this conference,' ”
he says, “I don't think I'd get one hand.”

Over time, acceptance of Walton's story has increased. “Back then, space travel
was an extremely novel thing,” he notes. “Now, shuttle trips are routine.”

Still, he would rather the entire thing had never happened. He would rather have
lived a normal, uncontroversial, unexamined life. If he could go back in time, he
never would have gotten out of that truck. The only thing left is to try to make
some good come of it.

Someone asks a question: Do you ever doubt your own truth? Walton sighs. “I
would welcome the idea that I was hit on the head.”

There is a choice to be made. This is the message of the final lecture on the
conference's third and closing day. Steven Greer is speaking to a packed
auditorium. Greer is famous in UFO circles as the father of the Disclosure
Movement, the grassroots effort to get the government to publicly reveal
everything it knows about extraterrestrials. A former trauma doctor, he left a
$500,000-a-year job as chairman of emergency medicine at Caldwell Memorial
Hospital in North Carolina to study UFOs full-time. He shares anecdote after
anecdote in a charming, impassioned if rambling sort of way. The primary
response is thunderous applause.

Greer attended his first UFO conference in 1990. He was still employed as a
physician then, and full-time alien work was scarcely a germ in his imagination.
“Whatever you do,” one old-timer warned him at that early conference, “don't do it
quietly. Because if you do, you're a dead man.”

Greer is not a quiet kind of guy. In May 2001, he held a disclosure conference at
the National Press Club in Washington, D.C. Some 250,000 people waited to view
the accompanying live webcast. It was, at the time, the Press Club's most watched
program ever. The film he released this year, Sirius, is the most successful crowd-
funded documentary in the history of crowdfunding. The public contributed
$500,000 to make it.

Greer believes a friendly alien has been following him around for some time now.
Its name is Bijoux. Bijoux is from the Andromeda galaxy. “He'll be there tonight,”
Greer says.

Tonight, Greer will be leading a mass meditation in the desert. He will summon the
aliens. And they, he promises, will appear.

Which brings him to The Choice. “Will you choose to see the one thing that binds
us all together?”

It isn't culture or intellect or emotion that we have in common with the aliens, he
says, but the “light of awareness.”

He made his choice. It is hard to imagine why someone with a wife and four kids
leaves a half-million-dollar-a-year job until you understand that, in Greer's view,
extraterrestrials are nothing less than an answer to a spiritual crisis. Why save one
life in an emergency room when you can save an entire planet?

The aliens are eager to make contact with us, he insists. They are waiting for us to
grow up. They are waiting for us to realize that we are not alone in the universe.
They are waiting for us to say “welcome.” And frankly, he prefers the term “star
people” because “aliens” is xenophobic.

He pulls up a picture of a desiccated critter now, and the audience gasps. It is 6

inches tall — small enough to snuggle comfortably in your palm — and skinny,
with a pointy head and a grotesque grimace, the worst Barbie doll ever.
Discovered in Chile in 2003, it is called the Atacama Humanoid, and it's the subject
of Greer's Sirius documentary. The specimen, which has been analyzed by a
respected Stanford University geneticist, is not a hoax. It is the skeletal remains of
a real, biological organism. It has 10 pairs of ribs (humans have 12). It is not a
dwarf. It is not a fetus. The Stanford geneticist, Garry Nolan, believes it is a human
with some as-yet-unidentified abnormality. Greer suspects it is an alien.

There are small aliens all over the place, Greer says. He tells of a woman in Russia
who supposedly captured one that was 8 inches tall. She tried to keep it alive in
her house, but it died. Its name, Greer says, was Alexis.

Greer has been seeing UFOs since he was 8 years old. He and a few neighborhood
kids spotted a windowless, disc-shaped object hovering in the sky. Quick as it
appeared, the disc vanished. This was the first of many sightings. Lying in bed at
night, young Greer believed he was seeing skeletons melting out of the wall. He
now understands that these were beings from outer space.
On his 18th birthday, he climbed up onto a fire tower to meditate. Again, he saw a
disc materialize. Feeling a tap on the shoulder, he turned to behold a small
creature with “beautiful eyes.” Greer felt himself flying as the creature beamed him
onto a spaceship. Time stood still. He felt connected to everyone and everything.

After that experience, he continued to “connect with a pure, universal love.” Every
night he meditated. And every night the aliens came.

The chanting begins after dusk. People, hundreds of them, gather at the large,
empty patch of sand that serves as the retreat center's open-air amphitheater.
They sit on folding camp chairs and blankets and on the scrubby bare ground
itself.

Meditation, Greer believes, is central to making contact with aliens. He urges the
crowd to take a deep breath, to release their anxieties. His voice is measured,
soothing. “Become aware of this awareness,” he says. He recites the necessary
phrases: “infinite mind” and “mother Earth” and “father sky.” For hours he chants,
until words seem to lose their meaning.

“We're inviting them here in universal peace to manifest in any way,” he purrs.

He shines the laser pointer into the sky as if he might draw the aliens down like
cobwebs.

When he asks people to be silent, it is so quiet you can hear someone snoring
softly at the other end of the amphitheater, the crunch of sand underfoot, the
hissss-pop of a soda can opening.

“Interstellar beings can use anything to let you know they're with you,” Greer says.
“They can appear by sight, by tone, by touch, or by materializing in their person
before us.” Every person, Greer continues, has been “assigned one E.T. to be with
you.”

A full gallery of stars twinkles in the dark sky, but the night is spooky. This is a
modern-day séance.

“As we sit here, the magnetometer makes a strange tone,” he says. “They've
arrived. It sounds like a cetacean. I'm holding it with both hands. This should not
do this.”

He points to the horizon. Do we see it? But there is nothing. No Bijoux. No saucer.
No glowing metal orb.

An hour before midnight, a bright light streaks across the eastern sky. The annual
Perseid meteor shower is scheduled to begin tonight. “Ooooh!” the people shout.

“An alleged meteor,” Greer says. “They are coming.”

Next week: In the second part of our two-part series, Gendy Alimurung explores the
world of “experiencers” — people who believe they've been abducted by aliens.

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