Dulce Truths

The sound stops as Aaron hits the pavement, the wind nearly getting knocked out of him. He coughs a few times and then begins to brush himself off as he gets up. He clutches his machine gun protectively, and holds his knife in his hand as well, loosening and tightening his fingers to help ease his worry. And he has a lot to worry about.

My God, he thinks, I’m really in Lake Oswego.

The suburb of Portland, Oregon, had over 4,000 people and is often tagged as ‘Lake No-Negro’ by the upscale locals, most of whom are rich and the kind that relished looking down on those who were not. Aaron knew this, for he’d grown up just outside the area, in Beaverton. He’d always wanted to be a part of the better community, but he couldn’t be — his parents were too poor. So he began to despise the place instead. Perhaps that’s what brought him to choose the suburb for one of his experiments, one that MJ12 signed-off on back in 1952. And oh, how it’d gone terribly wrong.

It’s all the command sergeant can do to just collapse to his knees, his gun and his knife in his hand as he stares forth at the carnage around him. People lie dead everywhere while nearly every building and tree in sight burns.

Aaron catches a tune on the air then, and looks over to see a TV in the distance. The command sergeant didn’t have to look too hard to know what was on it, either.

“April 2,” he chuckles, knowing the date, “Goddamn soap operas!”

The tune continues, the opening theme to As the World Turns, debuting that very day. It was the Grays’ first attempt at mass-mind-control, and oh, Aaron thought, how wondrous that had turned out for them! By the 1970s millions were watching it each day, and having their will to live sapped along the way. The was the one glitch left over from the Lake Oswego Incident, that damn TV show.

The Grays behind Aaron crept closer, taking their time. There were hundreds of them around, and just one of Aaron. They knew his name alright, were reading his thoughts that very moment. He knew he was dead, and they knew he’d been betrayed. He wasn’t the first to get sent here to this alternate time loop that’d been cut-off from the universe, a discarded shard, an experimental mistake. But it existed still, and the Grays here relished their few opportunities to mete out a little payback for the pointless existence they had here.

Aaron continues to stare forward, while behind him the first of the large skyscrapers in downtown Portland begins to fall. He hears it, hears the screams of people, then the crash and the steady rumble. Dust and debris is coming up, he knows, much like it did on 9/11 when the twin towers came down. He remembers that day well, thanks to his time with John Titor and the 177th.

Behind him the Grays read all this from his mind, and grow tired of it. They know Titor, they know the 177th, and they don’t like knowing either. The Gray closest to Aaron takes the device its been holding at its side and puts it up. It glows and sparks with a sort of crackling lighting. The humans that’ve seen it in action call it a ‘mind warp,’ the Gray knows, but to them it’s just like a spoon or a fork, a way to feed. Usually it’d be placed over the head or against the forehead, then a low setting would start and some of the spiritual energy would be taken from the human. The Gray wasn’t intending to put it on a low setting this day, however. Here in this cut off part of time and space, there was no reason to use discretion.

Reaching out, the Gray put the ‘mind warp’ above Aaron’s head, then switched it on as high as it would go. Aaron jerks in place, as if some invisible hand has just grabbed him. Then he begins to shake, his whole body at first, but then just his upper torso and finally his head. Then it happens. With a loud, CRUNCH!, Aaron’s head simply caves in on itself. The ‘mind warp’ keeps his body upright, however, and a moment later a wispy white, ghostlike substance begins to come from that body. It’s Aaron’s soul, and the Gray gives an inward smile at the psychic cry of agony coming from that soul. Aaron thought he’d simply been going to die. He had no idea he’d be going to a place worse than Hell.

THE END

To Be Concluded… in Dulce Depths

Bibliography

Is Dulce Base real or just complete BS?

I dunno.

I’d like to believe it’s true, but doing so makes me worry a great deal for our country and for our human race. That said, there’s more than enough information out there for you to make up your own mind.

I’ve used that information to make this book as ‘factual’ as possible, or at least as much as I can make it when the facts are based in the realm of conspiracy.

Needless to say, Coast to Coast AM with George Noory has been both eye-opening and mind-expanding when it comes to this subject matter, and ufology in general.

If you haven’t tuned into that late-night radio talk show yet, I encourage you to do so.