Sunday, January 30, 2011

UFO - My Story And Families Alien Encounters

From the Vike Factor archives (Brian Vike)

I would like to thank the person for sending in their story to The Vike Factor.

The story I have to tell is utterly fantastic and I fully expect even you to disbelieve it. It's a story that spans several generations of my family. This story begins with my grandmothers' brothers over 90 years ago and continues even today. Of my family, I alone have been the only person to piece this story together from the stories told to me by other family members and by their friends.

I am the only member of my family who has actively pursued the truth of what has been happening to us as most of my family is unwilling to even discuss it. Finally, I have risen to a commanding role in the corporate world and because of that, I will protect my identity by not sharing it with anyone including you. If you choose to contact me by the e-mail address provided, please feel free to but, please do not share it with anyone.

To provide something in the way of context, I'm a fairly independent person. I'm the type of person who has no problem with dining out alone or going to see a film alone. Much of what I describe here has contributed to my sense of independence. While this message does much to describe the general gist of my experiences, there are things that I intentionally have left out, things I've seen that I have not mentioned, details that I have excluded, circumstantial evidence that I have not included.

These decisions I've made were made because this is the first time I've ever discussed this with anyone, because I do not intend to sit here and write a book and because I believe that there are some things that we're just not supposed to know just yet. Also, parts of this, especially the end where I describe some of what I know, might be jumbled. For this, I apologize. There's so much depth to this and most of it is so new that it's difficult to communicate it.


My Grandmother had 4 brothers, all of whom fought in World War 2. Back in the day, families in her community (a small coastal community on the East Coast of the USA) would hang one small American flag from their stoop for each family member they had off fighting in the war. In all the county, her family had the most as her four brothers flags were accompanied by her husbands flag.

Two of her brothers were pilots who were involved in bombing raids against Nazi targets and two were in the Navy. Her husband, my Grandfather, was a SRGT in the Army and all but one of her brothers were in the European Theater. Her last brother, one of the two in the Navy, was in the Pacific. We'll call him Jerry.

When Jerry was young, he was always getting involved in strange things. He would wander off all day and lived a very active life. Just before he turned 18, his childhood brevity seemed to rapidly dissipate and he became withdrawn. One of the things he started doing in the early 1940's, just before the US entered the war, was sleeping with his light on. Before he shipped out for boot camp, he confided in my Grandmother, telling her that she needed to keep the lights on at night because of the "monsters that come late at night".

When war broke out, my Great-Grandfather left his job to work with the Army. He was too old at the time to enlist but, there were plenty of administrative positions with the Army for civilians and my Great-Grandfather wanted to be a part of it.

The position he took required him to relocate, leaving my Grandmother and my Great-Grandmother alone in the family house. My Grandmother respected her brother Jerry's request and left a lamp on in his bedroom the entire time he was away.

Jerry was assigned to a warship in the Pacific and during his time in the service, he slept with his light on. His shipmates teased him about it, which he pawned off as a joke with them, telling them that he was afraid of Dracula - most people back then having apparently had strong feelings about the original black and white Dracula movie.

Since his quarters were enclosed without windows, he was allowed to get away with it. At one point, his light being on grew into the ships "good luck charm" as all throughout the war, the ship never took serious damage.

While Jerry was sleeping with the light on in the middle of a war zone, two of his brothers were piloting bombers in Europe. According to both of them, everything was as normal as war could be. One day, one of the brothers was involved in what was a secret mission at the time to destroy a Nazi submarine base by remotely piloting bombers packed with explosives directly into them.

During this raid, they successfully deployed the remotely controlled planes which completely failed to break through the thick concrete structures of the sub-bases. On the return flight, this brother saw his first "UFO". From that point on, both brothers and countless other pilots saw what became known as "foo-fighters". While I make no claim that they were involved in the first sightings, I mean only to illustrate how the first of the brothers became familiar with them.

For those who don't know, a foo-fighter was literally an unidentified aircraft that flew, often in formation with, aircraft during the second world war. To this day, no one has any idea what they were.

The war eventually ended and my great-grandfather returned to his pre-war job. All of the brothers and my grandfather returned home healthy and whole.

My grandmother and grandfather lived for a time in North Carolina before returning to New York where they started their family.

My great-grandmother died before 1949 from a heart problem and my great-grandfather died a few years later. All of the brothers except for one married and had families.

The brother who didn't marry was one of the two brothers who were in the Navy, we'll call him Steve. Steve wound up buying a small house out in the middle of the woods where he spent his free time doing something that's far more common these days: caring for injured animals and running a small shelter.

Starting in the late 1940's, Steve's brothers and sisters noticed him cradling his right arm. Apparently he had something stuck under his skin. The brothers thought it was just shrapnel but, he was never hit in the war and he refused to ever have it looked at. He would disappear sometimes for days at a time often leaving his home wide open and he would never be able to account for his absences. In the late 1980's, after seeing a Star Wars film with him, he made a comment to me that I didn't take as anything other than a joke until more than a decade later. He said: "If they ("aliens", we were talking and joking around about Yoda) ever stick anything in your skin, remember to leave it alone." He died in the mid-1980's.

In the early 1950's, my grandmother and her three daughters were in the backyard of their house that had an excellent view of a local water tower. While hanging things on the line, they all noticed a large saucer shaped object hovering over the water tower. They all took notice of it but, felt for some reason that it was wholly unremarkable. My mother and one of her sisters felt it was so unremarkable, so not news worthy, that they even went into the house.

This saucer was supposedly huge. After spending a while hovering over the water tower, it eventually moved off and out of sight. For my mother and her sisters, this water tower became a place where they would go and spend a lot of time after that.

Not long after this, my mothers youngest sister began talking about her new friend who she would call "the Ha-Chacha". He lived on the part of the roof that was outside her second story bedroom window and when he wanted to play, he would walk through the window, take her by the hand and they'd fly through the roof together. She called him "the Ha-Chacha" because that's the noise he would make.

This Aunt would be visited by the Ha-Chacha throughout her childhood and, about 18 years ago, she told my youngest sister (who was little at the time) that he still comes and talks to her. For us, the Ha-Chacha was just something that we thought was an imaginary friend that my Aunt made-up as a way of relating to my sisters and I when we were young.

It wasn't until years later that my mother told us that the Ha-Chacha is something that this Aunt has been talking about since she was 4. Apparently the Ha-Chacha was pale, with large dark eyes and was deathly thin. He also carried a board with him that he would touch with his fingers - something that I thought about when I bought my first tablet pc.

Growing up, my mother and her sisters were often afraid at night and would cower beneath the covers too terrified to stick their heads out. They would spend all their free time at the base of the water tower with friends who they can't remember, who they couldn't remember 20 years ago. My mothers cousin, who we're going to call Nancy, would join them.

My grandfather had a difficult time putting the war behind him. The things he saw in the war haunted him until the day he died and when they were young, my mother and her sisters remember having to hide upstairs when "the men" came over. They would shine bright headlights into the first floor of the house so it was all lit up and my grandfather would stand in the living room arguing with them, often shouting at them to leave.

The eldest of my Aunts, not the Ha-Chacha aunt, once crept down the stairs to see what the men looked like and after seeing them, she never told anyone what they looked like. She would tell my mother and my other Aunt that she's not allowed to tell. While speaking to my mother about it several years ago, I asked her how someone could have shone their headlights in through the windows of the first story of the house and she didn't understand how it was possible either.

Jerry lived a productive life after the war. He returned to open an very successful commercial and residential construction business with one of the two brothers who was a pilot in the war, who we'll call Lee. Jerry continued to sleep with the light on. Jerry seemed to be a tortured man at times, though. Jerry had a child, a son, and we weren't really close with them when I was growing up. After Jerry died, his son and I got together for drinks one night.

This cousin of mine immediately started talking about UFO's and aliens and what he described as strange doctors and how his father and he used to see things all the time when he was young. This conversation, the exact details of which would take too long to communicate, is what sparked my interest in piecing together the family's story because I have had experiences of my own that I simply can't rationally explain.

My mother married my father after he got out of the Air Force. Right out of the Air Force, my father joined the FAA, leveraging his experience as an air traffic controller both in Viet Nam and domestically with the Air Force to solidify his application.

While stationed in Maine, "UFO's" were a common thing and they would get constant reports of activity, see activity on their own and detect activity on their instruments. All of these weird things, no one in the family ever thought any of it was a big deal or a topic for discussion.

My Story Begins

My parents had three children. Of them, I am the oldest and the only son. I have two sisters, Kara and Leah. Leah is the older sister.

At a young age, perhaps about 5 or 6 years old, I clearly remember playing with a toy in my bedroom only to see the toy levitate over my head and come to rest on the floor behind me. I remember turning around in awe of it and seeing a small humanoid figure. An instant later, I remember waking up in my bed.

The was the first weird thing I experienced.

My bedroom was on the first floor of the house and I remember laying away at night and knowing I wasn't alone in the room. I remember knowing I had to close my eyes and go to sleep and I would clench my eyes closed tight, lie totally still and would immediately wake up to it being the next morning. I knew that when I was taken, it wasn't going to be bad.

A Turn for the Worse

When I was a few years older, I was looking out at the night sky from the back door of the house. It must have been winter time because the trees were bare and the night sky was perfectly clear. Above the tree line, moving from north to south, I saw something that burned itself in my memory forever. A perfectly round object - like a coin - that was milky white and trailing flame (it all looked cartoonish, unreal, like the flame it was trailing wasn't really flame) moved above the tree line in the back yard and disappeared out of sight.

The object was slow moving of an aircraft and had no marking lights like a normal aircraft would have and it was large enough where if I held up a penny in my line of sight, it would have been the same size only, of course, because it was far away.

I immediately screamed and started crying and felt an overwhelming fear and the object returned, only this time flying from the south to the east and gaining altitude rapidly. This marked a whole new error, it marked when I started really paying attention to the world around me.

From that moment on, I would pay a lot of attention to time and would note when I would be missing time. It happened quite often and sometimes seeing things, seemingly random things, would spark hazy memories. I was afraid of these memories of ships and rooms and strange looking beings.

Identifying Them

As for the beings, there were five distinct types that I knew.

1. Small, perhaps 3 foot tall beings with three fingered hands, large black eyes with no mouths and grayish or maybe greenish skin who would speak into my mind by staring at my eyes.

2. Small, perhaps 3.5 foot tall beings with three fingered hands, large black eyes but who had mouths and grayish or maybe greenish skin and who would speak with voices.

3. Beings that were between 5'2" - 5'8" tall, four fingers and large black eyes who would speak with voices but whose skin was murky and pale.

4. Beings who were about 6 or so feet tall, maybe a little taller, with grayish milky gray skin and big black eyes who would speak into my mind; these seemed to be the leaders or the highest rank or perhaps the bosses.

5. Beings much like the stated 4th type only more insectoid in that they had more of a pointed face that seemed structurally more mantis than human and serrations on the outer bits of their forearms. this type was generally disliked and never communicated and felt bad, very bad, to be around.

I've wondered if the type 1's turn into the type 2's who turn into the type 3's who turn into the type 4's but, I've got nothing to support that idea and as far as I know I never asked. I do know that the type 5's are not related, directly or indirectly, to the other types. They "come from someplace else".

Being Taken

Most of my related memories started when I was a Junior in High School.. By this time, there was something in my right knee below the skin, something that tissue surrounded itself with. I knew I wasn't supposed to touch it. I would experience missing time - sometimes 30 minutes, sometimes hours - regularly - weekly in some cases. There was a place that I felt drawn to, that I knew I had to go to. It was a dark, unpaved road surrounded by salt marsh and trees. There were times when I went there with other people who I knew, who weren't involved, and those people would get terrified and would never return to this place.

I would spot things in the sky all the time. I would see objects shaped like cigars with blue lights at the ends and yellow and red lights in the middle, things that looked like large dark triangles, orbs the size of a van. Lights were shone through my windows that lit the room up red or blue or green or white or amber.

Hazy memories sparked by interacting with things like scissors, a vase, a jar of peanut butter, spoons and a power drill would flash fragments of memories of these encounters involving pain and fear. I knew what was happening to me, I also knew it was forbidden to think about it.

They would come for me usually at night. I would know that I would have to go somewhere to meet them. Other times, they would take me from my home. They took me on a camping trip once, from a swimming pool one evening and even once on Christmas Eve.

They used fear to manage, for control. When in their presence, I was the slave and they were the masters. Resistance meant nothing, nothing but compliance and submission mattered.


In the summer between High School and College, just before leaving for college, I took a razor to my knee and cut the skin (which was more of a lump and was able to remove a lump. At the center of the lump was a small black spec about two millimeters across. It was flat and black and was encased in a pod of tissue that was about the size of a small caper.

This object was generally circular except for one edge of it, which features two tiny point like protrusions on the side of a small circular protrusion. The object was metal or something at least as strong and I disposed of it by throwing it in the rain gutter in the street. The next day I went off to college. I knew I had to get rid of it to get rid of Them.

I went to college and traveled the world and experienced nothing for a long time, perhaps six years. I began being very curious about my experiences. I knew that they really weren't good and I knew that removing the object from my knee was a very bad thing to do. But I felt I needed to know more. So I studied meditation and other relaxation techniques, I began thought exercises hoping to in some way sharpen my mind.

I became very interested in the structure of things, always hoping to find something that would spark a memory. And to some extent it worked but, I didn't feel comfortable with the idea of sharing any of this with anyone or trying out hypnotic regression performed by someone else. I thought that maybe I could induce myself into such a state but, never really succeeded.

I spent over a year in Europe, more than six months in Latin America and a year in Asia. I learned everything I could about mental discipline and found that exploring subjects such as physics, evolutionary biology, zoology, chemistry and other core sciences, mastering them and learning to use that knowledge to analyze things in abstract ways was a tremendously useful way to hone the way my mind worked and to help me determine what, exactly, I was experiencing.

Then one day, I noticed the lump on my right knee was back in exactly the same spot (as far as I could tell). This time I was a bit older and wiser and had a friend of mine who was a nurse remove the thing. The object she found was identical to the object that I previously removed myself. After disposing of it, I moved to a new apartment. When she asked what it was, I assured her that it must have dug it´s way into my knee when I was working around the house.

Time passed. I had gathered a wide collection of strange stories involving the unknown and family members and without that thing in my leg, I didn't think they could find me. I moved around a lot, moving to a new apartment every year, replacing cars every year or every other year. Then in the second quarter of 2006, I was sent on a trip to Boston for business.

Renewed Aggression

I left from LaGuardia in New York on a red eye to Logan. Not long after I landed, my mother called to tell me that a friend of mine, Brock, had stopped by the house looking for me. She said he was very polite and that she wanted to let me know that he was looking for me. I thanked her and promised I would call him but, I've never known anyone named Brock.

I thought it was odd but didn't think much of it. As I waited at the curb for the car service, I noticed a tall man dressed in a dark suit and what I think is called a bowler or baller hat standing down near the taxi queue. He was leading against a sign and staring at me. Something about him was familiar but, I couldn't make out his face and something about him was terrifying.

I knew I was not safe knowing that he was there, knowing that he knew where I was. My car arrived as this man took a step towards me and although he was a few dozen yards away, I jumped in the car and locked the door behind me. As the car pulled past him, this man with his incredibly dark eyes stared at me as we drove past him.

I felt unnerved throughout the day as I sat in meetings and provided training to coworkers. My phone, which my company provides me, was called by an "unknown" caller over a dozen times. Each time, no message was left. I felt like I was being watched all day and as afternoon crept in, I began feeling a sense of dread at the thought of returning to Logan for the flight home.

That evening, the car service came and dropped me off at the airport. I stood at the curb, looking for that strange man who saw me that morning. I knew he was there, I could feel that he was there. I knew that I was in danger. But what was I supposed to do? I needed to get on that airplane and, if nothing else, I had learned by that point in my life that you had to face your fears and that sometimes terrible things were inevitable.

So even though I felt like I was on the verge of panic, I choked it down and entered the terminal. And sure enough, there he was. He was leaning against the wall near bathrooms off to my right. He was a lot closer to me this time, so close in fact that I could see his lipless mouth contort into a smile. And then he started walking towards me.

I didn't run. I could move but, I chose not to. I knew that whatever was going to happen was going to be bad but, I wasn't going to run from it. I had been tormented for years by terrible, terrible things but, when I dug that first thing out of my knee I had decided that I was not going to take it anymore. These encounters literally sent me on the run, sent me into what some might say was hiding. I was constantly on the move because of the experiences I had and however much I was shaking, I was at least equally angry.

As the figure drew closer, I felt a cold, gripping chill run down my spin. I felt like my mind was in a clamp and that thought had become an impossibility. But there was a tug at my arm and I felt myself being pulled away from the approaching man and as I was being pulled away, the approaching man stopped and only watched.

As I was lead out the door, I turned and saw two figures, a man and a woman dressed casually. The woman was wearing a Boston College sweatshirt. She stood just over 5 feet tall and had shoulder length blond hair. Exceptionally attractive but, I could tell that there was something different about her. The man was dressed in big jacket and blue jeans and I felt safe with them and was about the same height as me but, broader in the shoulders. He had brown hair and intense brown eyes.

The woman stayed behind in the terminal as the man lead me down the sidewalk to a waiting car. He seemed to be totally at ease and told me that I should consider answering my phone when it rings. He told me that everything is alright, that I don't need to worry about anything and that I would be taking a car back to New York.

The car I was placed in was a 1989 Chevy Celebrity Eurosport. I clearly remember it because my mother had one when I was a teenager only hers was a different color. I sat in back seat on the passenger side and the car pulled away.

The driver was similarly dressed to the man and the woman. He drove off without instruction. On the ride down I-95, the driver spoke about how sometimes people get caught up in things, about how you never know who you'll wind up getting involved with and how I don't have anything to worry about.. I felt exhausted and... well, I didn't have the presence of mind to even ask any questions. I felt stunned in a way, numb, non-functional. About 5 hours later, the driver pulled over next to Penn Station in Manhattan. The driver told me that I was to go into the station and get on the midnight train to [the train station near my home]. I complied.


After that experience, time passed without anything unusual happening. I was growing comfortable where I was and even stopped wearing a watch. And it wasn't until about 8 months ago that anything unusual happened again. I was keeping an eye on a neighbors dog while she was traveling and brought it out for a walk one night, this would have been in February of this year.. The apartment community I lived in is packed with people, everyone knows everyone else and there's people around all the time.

Even though I knew that you could be taken from the middle of a crowd of people who were staring at you in broad daylight, I somehow feel safer when surrounded by people. As I was bringing the dog back to its home, I passed a man sitting on a bench near the playground. He was sitting hunched over and when I approach, he sat up and smiled at me. I immediately recognized him as the man who put me in the car in Boston. He smiled and said, "You should move to a new apartment."

This time I was feeling like myself, completely unencumbered. I had no idea who this person was but, I knew that if he wanted to harm me, he would have already. But I had questions for him. I threw a barrage of questions at him like "who are you?", "how do you know me?", "why are you telling me this?", "what do you want with me?", "who was that man at Logan?", "how do you know where I live?"

This man just continued smiling warmly at me and said, "Your mother told you my name. I'm a friend. You people do have friends out there. You need to move before this summer. You don't need to move far but, you need to move." He told me that I would be safe if I moved and that he would know where I was and an instant later, he was gone and I was standing there alone with a dog that was wagging its' tail.

So I did what I was told to do. I waited until March and I moved. I didn't move far. And once again, things changed. And the last few months have been fairly active but, everything is different.

Total Recall

Given the hazy memories about these new experiences, I finally went through the regression therapy last April and managed to recall a great many things. I knew that I wasn't supposed to remember the things that were locked away in my mind but, there´s only so much running that I´m willing to do. I was willing to face the consequences because finally knowing what I've experienced had become that important to me.

When this new group found out, they were concerned. One of the type 1's seemed really annoyed by it but, the type 4 said that I cannot be expected to deny my nature and that seemed to squash much of it. Since going through this, I have begun to retain a lot more about my encounters but sometimes it takes a while for the new memories to surface.

I spent the night at a friends place last weekend, I thought I slept through the night but, this morning as I was walking out to my car, I remembered walking out to my car in the middle of the night when it was parked in my friends parking lot. Other times I retain full memory.

There seems to be a direct relationship between what happens when I´m taken and what I remember. If I´m taken to discuss previous experiences, the memory gets locked away along with most of my memories with the old group. If I´m taken for other reasons, I either have full memory or memory returned relatively quickly, depending.

Instead of hazy memories of instruments being inserted into my tear ducts or up my nose or into my ears, of being strapped down to a table and being threatened... these new experiences are completely different. They´re more like interviews and discussion and... learning, like knowledge sharing. And sometimes in these memories I recall the past experiences locked up in my mind and that I have full knowledge of what I've been through but, those memories are always locked away and I'm only allowed to remember some of what I experienced with the bad faction. My more recent memories, with the Others, often involve laughter and a sense of hope. Instead of strange scars, bloody noses and pain, I'm left feeling curiosity.

The Others

This new group, the Others, is comprised of the 1st and 4th type of beings I previously described. I know that there are some of the 3rd type around but, there are none of the 5th types. I think they call the 4th type "Ancients". They have referred to the being who I came to know as Brock as Helpers and these Helpers are new and are in part human. This new group of Others knew me when I was younger but they were a lot weaker then. I know they are kind beings and I know that they are just one of several factions that are here looking for something. Often there are Helpers with the Others when I visit.

What is the difference? The Others are like the best of humans is many ways. They strive to grow and improve themselves. They recognized things in us that they didn't have and they endeavor to grow to include those things in themselves. The old group recognized things in us that they didn't have and they didn't react to those things.

There are other types out there that the bad faction created as hybrids, with a genetic make-up consisting of human genes and genes from the first four types that I described earlier and that these hybrids are mixed throughout the different factions. These hybrids were made by a different faction who abandoned the effort because they felt their creations were too human. Because of this, most of these hybrids oppose their creators and are more interested in opposition. I suspect that many of the Hybrids are at least as big a problem as the bad factions but, that´s not something I've ever had a straight answer on. The situation with the Hybrids is likely much more complicated than that.

The type 4 that I've interacted with in this new group is referred to as Instructor - in as much as he seems to be the wisest, seems to be the most respected, and although he seems to depart knowledge and experience to the others, he is really more their leader and the name seems to fit him. He seems to be very interesting in anthropology and is always very patient.

While the old group seemed more intent on experimentation, this new group doesn't seem interested. They sometimes ask me to participate in things but, it's always perceptual - like can I track the movement of something, memory games, things along those lines. They once asked to look into my eyes through a lens, which I allowed them to do. Then when I went for glasses last month, I was told that I don't need them, ending my 15 year usage of reading glasses.

I've tried my own games with them, such as bringing things with me, small things, that I leave with them "by accident". There's never anything to take from them. Equipment is all attached to the walls (which are translucent or clear to a good extent in some places, resulting in an incredible view). The things they do have laying around seem to be human things. In one part of their ship, where the Helpers sometimes stay, there's human made mattresses and pillows and the types of blankets you'd see at an army/navy store. The Helpers surround themselves with human things.

I also know when they're coming now and I can send them away if I choose to. They make their presence known and I can invite them in. When I do, I know I have to remain perfectly still because moving when they take me can be dangerous. They have a technology that allows things to be transported through light and brought into and out of phase and some of them are working collaboratively with human factions. They told me that even if I send them away permanently, I will still be safe... which I think means that they'll still protect me.

This new group wont tell me about the other faction that I had so many terrible experiences with. I know that this other factions technology is older, inferior, to the Others technology. When I ask about the threatening man at Logan, all they tell me is that I don't have to worry about "them" anymore. Perhaps it's in my best interest to not know more, perhaps there are things that I am unprepared to know. I suppose I could view this as a cause for concern but, I have no reason to believe that the Others don´t have my best interest in mind. Perhaps consciously knowing more would make me a target. Perhaps writing this message, documenting my experiences, makes me a target.

Being Human

The Helpers are incredible human in behavior. They can be very serious when they need to be but, they can also be clowns. In some ways, the Others seem to be taken aback by their antics at times and their immersion in the exploration (and expression) of human culture. They eat and drink just like we do. Some of them smoke cigarettes. I've seen them drink beer and play loud music when they're together and it's almost like being in college at times.

I sometimes get the impression that the Helpers clothes were raided from clothing drop bins because of the various fashions and styles and archaic pop-culture references on tee shirts. The female who was at Logan when I was put into the car, I've seen her several times. She seems almost completely human - she may in fact be completely human. I can't point out any part of her that might not be human but, there is something different about her.. I've come to know her as Vayla and the last time I remember seeing her, she was wearing a Van Halen tee shirt, bell bottom blue jeans and combat boots.

I know that Vayla isn't as old as me (I'm 32). She's a little younger. She's around a lot and often talks with me about things I'm stunned about discussing when looking at a basketball sized moon and a dime sized Earth. Music, schnapps, clothes, dating, pets, cars. When Instructor comes around, the conversation invariably changes to topics that I have no memory of.

Vayla's told me a lot about the Helpers and the things that they do to help the Others. The Helpers were what came after the Hybrids. Humans are more physically durable that the type 1-4's, the Others, and the Others needed a means of protecting themselves from the Hybrids before the Hybrids turned. Hybrids and Helpers are entirely different in terms of appearance and abilities.

Helpers don't have the abilities that Hybrids have, they instead have resistances to the Hybrids abilities - which might be the only thing that makes them not completely human. Hybrids were also created from an unfeeling and uncaring creator while Helpers were a collaboration of efforts between the Others and Contactees. I don't know how Hybrids were brought up, or if they were even brought up, but Helpers knew human parents who left the world behind to work with the Others.

The type 1-4's don't have names in the way that we would think of names. Instructor is called Instructor because of his status. The Helpers, who were raised on human terms, grew up with the type 1-4's but, it wasn't until the Helpers were older that they started naming the Others. When the type 1's and type 4's "speak" to you, the feeling they produce on your mind is much like an individuals voice only you can "hear" or "feel" it when you look at one of them, it's almost like their telepathy is part of their appearance, making beings that look really quite similar as individualistic in "appearance" and identity as any two humans.

Their individuality is just apparent in a different way. The names the Helpers initially chose seem to be mostly based on pop culture icons and characters, in some cases movie names. Some of these references date back to the late 1970's and early 1980's, leading me to believe that the oldest of the Helpers were born in the early 1970's. As the Helpers matured, so did the names they gave to the type 1's and type 4's.

While Instructor is the only type 4 I've really interacted with, there are more of them there who seem to view him with the same regard as the type 1's do. These other type 4's all have names from the Helpers, Instructor is just Instructor. Once an Other is named by a Helper, everyone refers to that Other by the given name. BeeGee will always be BeeGee and is called BeeGee by everyone including the Others. Since some of the Others are unnamed, I'm lead to believe that they're new. This has become a cultural staple for the Others.

Their society works differently than ours does. These different types have different abilities and backgrounds and while I could suggest that they work like a hive, that's not really how things really work with them. They're more of a collective or community than a swarm of governed drones. As a matter of fact, I would say that there's nothing drone-like about them.

I'm not completely sure how the family structure for the Others works or if they even have one. While the Helpers have human parents who live among the Others, I've not met these parents. Some of the Helpers are parents but, those who are aren't around much in the areas where I'm brought. It is unclear if Helpers ever mate with humans but, Helpers do have "normal" human relationships.

On the whole, the Instructors ship is only one of many and from what I can tell, all of the beings on a ship are a family. I don't know if that means by bloodline, though. This would also indicate that the Helpers who are couples and who have children reside on the ship with their young. And while Helpers are definitely every bit as feeling, passionate and emotional as humans, the Others are really still learning these feelings which would indicate that the ideology of "family" is a relatively new one for the Helpers. Also, some ships seem to have close relationships with other ships.

Perhaps this is also why Contactees are interacted with regularly. While I can't say that I would really count any of the Others as a friend in a normal sense, I do think of Vayla, Brock and a couple of the other Helpers as friends and I do actually like the Others who I've interacted with. Perhaps interacting with Contactees, the idea of friendship, is as important to them all as whatever they discuss with reclaimed Contactees.

I've seen Brock in public once again after the night he told me to move. I was at a shopping mall and he walked towards me with a tray of food in the food court area and greeted me like a long lost friend and sat me down to eat with him. I was with a friend of mine at the time who was surprised that I never mentioned Brock after seeing "how close" Brock seemed to me. We ate lunch and when we finished, Brock said the my friend and I should go see a movie or go to a park or something "because no one wants to be around the mall on a day like this". I took that as a queue to get out of there.

I've also seen Vayla in public once since Logan. I went into Manhattan for a day to visit the MoMA and Central Park two weeks ago and noticed her trailing me when I left Penn Station in the morning. She followed me for a few blocks before I confronted her. I told her she could walk with me instead of following me. It was weird at first. She handed me my watch that I've had in my nightstand drawer for the past few months and said that I should wear it for a few days. I still don't understand why but, she walked with me the whole day, visited the MoMA with me, ate hot dogs in Central Park with me, and walked me to the train.

The Helpers generally behave differently on Earth. They seem to have a cautious aire to them, like they're on guard. They tend to look over their shoulders a lot and tend to scan the faces of crowds. I've wondered how easy it would be for a trained eye to spot a Helper in public based on behavior and I've wondered exactly how many Helpers are out there and how big this whole thing really is... does it involve thousands of people? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? I'm not sure but, I can tell you that the Others are here in force along with other factions.

Choice or No Choice

It was explained to me that the differences between an Abductee and a Contactee is that a Contactee is presented with the choice and is a friend. An Abductee is taken against their will and is treated as a lab rat. Both Contactees and Abductees are often chosen by bloodline of original Contactee or Abductee.

Vayla´s faction arrived to Earth first but the bad factions soon followed. The good factions work with Contactees and do not use humans as lab rats while the bad factions (often referred to as They or Them, never with a name when I'm around) take Abductees. The bad factions often try to assume control over Contactees for many reasons, not the least of which is having access to a subject who has been exposed to the other factions technology and progress. When this happens, the Others always move to protect the Contactee once they find them.

I have seen other humans when I'm with the Others, other Contactees. Some of them seem like they're really familiar and comfortable with the environment while others seem like they just arrived. The handful of humans I've seen didn't represent any particular ethnicity (neither do the Helpers). There was a woman I met, a human, who was in tears. She said that her mother would disappear when she was young and would tell her that she was with the Others.

When her mother passed away, the Others would contact her to ask if she'd come with them and she would always say no and for years she thought she was going crazy and hearing voices until that night, when she said yes, and she came to understand how much more there is out there beyond Earth. Seeing other humans isn't necessarily common but, it happens. Sometimes we chat, sometimes we don't. Human's seem to all interact with the main group of Others and Helpers, but different people seem to click with different Others and Helpers in the same way that some humans click with other humans.

Factional Warfare

Sometimes when a Helper goes out, that Helper doesn't come back. There are casualties in their war just as there are casualties in our wars. And the thought has crossed my mind recently that the threatening man at Logan might have been a Hybrid and since that is who they´re fighting, I´m honestly not surprised that there aren't more friendly casualties.

I know that things aren't safe out there, that there are many different types of beings and many different factions within the different species and that many of these species are very similar and have been interacting for a very long time. I know they live a lot longer than us.

There was a time when they, all of these factions, thought of us as primitives but, we have things that they don't have - emotion, courage, defiance - and that we are unlike many others out there because we have these things. And I know that they are learning these things and that we're having a bigger impact on them than they are having on us. And that the bad factions are on a decline and are becoming more dangerous as they are... removed. And I know that they can't help everyone.

The End-Game

They´re looking for something. This thing that they're looking for is information or data of some sort and it was hidden here ages ago, hidden by water or in water or contained in a riddle in a single drop of water.

At one time, there was peace. Before civilizations splintered into factions, there was order and prosperity. The being that hid this thing, this data, away on Earth ruled, governing the civilizations out there in what is vaguely like the United Nations. But this thing that was hidden away, it was revealed and civilizations crumbled. Genome meant nothing as like minded beings joined up with other like minded beings in a race to find it. Whatever it is, it´s exceptionally powerful however, I do not know how it is powerful.

I've been with them as they've searched for it. They don't even know what it is exactly so they're constantly adapting the method of locating it. I know that it's important that they find it and not one of the other warring factions, that this thing they're looking for is exceptionally important.


I tried bringing up the topic of aliens with Leah, the oldest of my sisters, in July. She refuses to even discuss the subject. She claims that she "has alien problems". I tried spinning it into a joke and she fell deadly serious and said they (her and her husband) don't discuss it.

My youngest sister, Kara, also doesn't seem eager to discuss it. She always turns any attempt of engagement on it into sarcastic humor but, once told me that she used to be afraid.

And to this day when I bring things up, like asking my mother or grandmother about the saucer, the circular mark that was etched into the old patio at my parents house, the red light they all saw flood the living room from a window, they always are unwilling to talk about it and seem to retreat within themselves and saying things like "yeah" or "yeah what was that?" as if we were discussing a TV show or something boring and unimportant.

And while I have had these experiences, this is the first time I've ever disclosed them to anyone.

The world is going to change soon. Full disclosure is coming in our lifetime. We will be introduced to the wonders that await for us out there and we will be welcomed as equals.

As for me, please don't try to find me or identify me. Despite my experiences, I'm still a citizen of this world and would only suffer professionally from being identified. This thing that I'm experiencing also involves more than just me.

I have two siblings who have had, and perhaps still are having, experiences with a different faction and there's nothing that can be done about that until that faction is identified. Despite this, the risk of communicating this is well worth it if this message in some way validates the work that you do, if it encourages you and others to continue to strive for the truth.

But the truth is a complicated thing. While much of it can be provided, there are aspects of it that we, as a species, must uncover for ourselves.. However important allies might be, you never know who you'll wind up getting involved with and genome does not guarantee allegiance.

Brian Vike - The Vike Factor, Box 1091 Houston, British Columbia, Canada – VOJ-1ZO

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