Thursday, January 22, 2009

Return To Groom Lake

This is an excerpt from my new novel; Return To Groom Lake Please purchase it by leaving your email on comments. Got to find the cure, folks!


Jane Jones
22 01 09


Looking at the BC sunset had stimulated my sensitivities as to the amazing mass of knowledge that was completely unknown and yet..just begun. There would be no stopping the entity now, a force to recogned with yet unrecognizable to anyone but the Groom Lake hybrids.

As a hybrid, I had the unique and completely uncomprehensible intuitive knowledge of the unknown worlds to come. It was the forceful need within me that gathered the material I would need to take it upon myself to help the
humanoid "race" from the diminished vanishing points on the 2012 event horizon line.
It was predetermined; the only one to help would be me, me and those strange rumblings of "call to action" within my deepest most inner being.

After years of chasing rainbows to far reaching lands, mystery and intrigue had been call to arms and calling card way of life I had stumbled upon. Don't tell this to anyone, but I really had no clue if you were to ask me point blank. "What do you mean" I am acting odd? Are YOU nuts? It was my logical core, my cerebral cortex and frontal lobe which pulsed with these impending desires, wants and needs. Indeed, the hybrid in me knew, the other half of me, this "entity" wanted "a piece of me", yet I was just a simple person outwardly, and deeply religious I knew the extent of my mortality having been shot years earlier and nearly dying in the process. In a way, I was reborn, and rebooted, a butterfly awakening from it's cocoon, Spring was my event horizon, the sunset would change to sunrise soon. "All the world and all that is in it" National Georgraphic photographers had tried to photograph that unknown, yet I knew it personally, the entity to be, was here and now!

Year of Our Lord 2000

"What do you think I should buy with the 4 grand from the government, Lannie?"
Lannie would often mutter something incomprehensive and turn over in bed. Today was different, a peep from the back bedroom. "Why don't you come back to bed, we'll talk about it in the morning. It's too damn early!". I retorted vehemently,"Yeah, yeah, I get it, you want me to come back to bed so you can sleep in peace while the entire world is waiting for Y2K. Dont you have any care about the future, Lannie?". "Lannie, Lannie?" Lannie knowing he was defeated from mere exhaustion at this time of day, fell fast asleep loud snores from sleep apnea kicking in. "Lannie, turn on your side, you're snoring again!" At least I knew something; nothing would stop me from finding the answers that were itching at my inner soul; no one, or should I say, no thing, especially not someone repeating "Boy oh Boy" in repetitious nasal communication. "lannie!!!! Shut up!!!!".

Yesterdays question was answered in partial format today. I knew what I had to do with the government surplus of a claw back before it was entirely clawed back like one huge claw. The Claw! hahah! Didn't my son get one of those monster trucks from the Grandparents in 1987? Wow, time is zipping by. Hardly enough time to zip the old zipper, and having boys, please oh so carefully! Women never had to worry, unless, like me, they gained a few pounds in that area from babymaking and usually, then it wasnt much of a scar, considering all the stretch marks left over from the pushing out the universe from the clam trap! Read Haida legends about the earth evolving from a giant clam and you will get my drift! Today I knew what I had to do! Purchase a computer at Reboots. It would be a day like no other. I am getting a brain today. Ladeedah! I felt so much like the scarecrow, I did a makebelieve pratfal..."We're OFF to see the Wizard...the Wonderful Wizard of All that and a bag of potatoe chips!

Groom Lake Dec 21 1999

After downloading as much as Area 51 from X-Files series, I knew exactly how Mulder and Scully felt; especially Scully. She knew, the importance of the place, without the uniform, she looked just like me. Civilian Unknown Entity. With this new information, with this new tool, a new brain, this doppleganger would be completely resolved. Like the monkeys from 2001, I had the monolith in the palm of my hand, or at least on a makeshift desk in my kitchen. I new the answers would soon congeal. The Truth Is Out There! "Yes Scully, it certainly is, and it is in here (pointing to my computer) and in here, too (pointing to my head). Yes, indeed!

"We're gonna party like its 1999", I popped in the Prince tape and started to sing words I remembered instanteously from the early 80's. Also remembered were those long forgotten New Years Parties, always a part of the scene, with it, you, know, on the ball! Since then, New Years meant I often got so skunked I couldnt remember why I walked out on that party years ago. Time stood still, really. That missing time machine, the uber missing time, long forgot now, a memory to be rebooted to understand the necessary future journey my life would be bound to take, soon, soon...patience...let it internal dialogue my intuitive emotive self was saying. My spidey sense, it was all there, it remembered, it never forgot; it was forever etched on those temples. Love certainly has a way of making itself known, especially against the unknown truths.

OMG, somebody help many years had to go by before I put it altogether and figured out that night? Nobody, NOBODY would believe me. I better keep it under my hat or risk the intrepreters rath. I had better watch out. Already my sanity had been questioned by those closest to me; "Isnt she always out of it?"
or the "What do you want out of Life, Gina?". Time had forgotten me. I felt I had better make it remember. Sinking in a wallow of unknowns was not going to be mankinds fate. Somebody has to find the answers! And fast! to be continued...please purchase RETURN TO GROOM LAKE


  1. Don't all rush out at once to buy the book! Thanks!

  2. After decades of denying the facility's existence, five former insiders speak out
    by Annie Jacobsen

    Area 51. It's the most famous military institution in the world that doesn't officially exist. If it did, it would be found about 100 miles outside Las Vegas in Nevada's high desert, tucked between an Air Force base and an abandoned nuclear testing ground. Then again, maybe not— the U.S. government refuses to say. You can't drive anywhere close to it, and until recently, the airspace overhead was restricted—all the way to outer space. Any mention of Area 51 gets redacted from official documents, even those that have been declassified for decades.

    It has become the holy grail for conspiracy theorists, with UFOlogists positing that the Pentagon reverse engineers flying saucers and keeps extraterrestrial beings stored in freezers. Urban legend has it that Area 51 is connected by underground tunnels and trains to other secret facilities around the country. In 2001, Katie Couric told Today Show audiences that 7 percent of Americans doubt the moon landing happened—that it was staged in the Nevada desert. Millions of X-Files fans believe the truth may be "out there," but more likely it's concealed inside Area 51's Strangelove-esque hangars—buildings that, though confirmed by Google Earth, the government refuses to acknowledge.

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    The problem is the myths of Area 51 are hard to dispute if no one can speak on the record about what actually happened there. Well, now, for the first time, someone is ready to talk—in fact, five men are, and their stories rival the most outrageous of rumors. Colonel Hugh "Slip" Slater, 87, was commander of the Area 51 base in the 1960s. Edward Lovick, 90, featured in "What Plane?" in LA's March issue, spent three decades radar testing some of the world's most famous aircraft (including the U-2, the A-12 OXCART and the F-117). Kenneth Collins, 80, a CIA experimental test pilot, was given the silver star. Thornton "T.D." Barnes, 72, was an Area 51 special-projects engineer. And Harry Martin, 77, was one of the men in charge of the base's half-million-gallon monthly supply of spy-plane fuels. Here are a few of their best stories—for the record:

    On May 24, 1963, Collins flew out of Area 51's restricted airspace in a top-secret spy plane code-named OXCART, built by Lockheed Aircraft Corporation. He was flying over Utah when the aircraft pitched, flipped and headed toward a crash. He ejected into a field of weeds.

    Almost 46 years later, in late fall of 2008, sitting in a coffee shop in the San Fernando Valley, Collins remembers that day with the kind of clarity the threat of a national security breach evokes: "Three guys came driving toward me in a pickup. I saw they had the aircraft canopy in the back. They offered to take me to my plane." Until that moment, no civilian without a top-secret security clearance had ever laid eyes on the airplane Collins was flying. "I told them not to go near the aircraft. I said it had a nuclear weapon on-board." The story fit right into the Cold War backdrop of the day, as many atomic tests took place in Nevada. Spooked, the men drove Collins to the local highway patrol. The CIA disguised the accident as involving a generic Air Force plane, the F-105, which is how the event is still listed in official records.

    As for the guys who picked him up, they were tracked down and told to sign national security nondisclosures. As part of Collins' own debriefing, the CIA asked the decorated pilot to take truth serum. "They wanted to see if there was anything I'd for-gotten about the events leading up to the crash." The Sodium Pento-thal experience went without a hitch—except for the reaction of his wife, Jane.

    "Late Sunday, three CIA agents brought me home. One drove my car; the other two carried me inside and laid me down on the couch. I was loopy from the drugs. They handed Jane the car keys and left without saying a word." The only conclusion she could draw was that her husband had gone out and gotten drunk. "Boy, was she mad," says Collins with a chuckle.

    At the time of Collins' accident, CIA pilots had been flying spy planes in and out of Area 51 for eight years, with the express mission of providing the intelligence to prevent nuclear war. Aerial reconnaissance was a major part of the CIA's preemptive efforts, while the rest of America built bomb shelters and hoped for the best.

    "It wasn't always called Area 51," says Lovick, the physicist who developed stealth technology. His boss, legendary aircraft designer Clarence L. "Kelly" Johnson, called the place Paradise Ranch to entice men to leave their families and "rough it" out in the Nevada desert in the name of science and the fight against the evil empire. "Test pilot Tony LeVier found the place by flying over it," says Lovick. "It was a lake bed called Groom Lake, selected for testing because it was flat and far from anything. It was kept secret because the CIA tested U-2s there."

    When Frances Gary Powers was shot down over Sverdlovsk, Russia, in 1960, the U-2 program lost its cover. But the CIA already had Lovick and some 200 scientists, engineers and pilots working at Area 51 on the A-12 OXCART, which would outfox Soviet radar using height, stealth and speed.

    Col. Slater was in the outfit of six pilots who flew OXCART missions during the Vietnam War. Over a Cuban meat and cheese sandwich at the Bahama Breeze restaurant off the Las Vegas Strip, he says, "I was recruited for the Area after working with the CIA's classified Black Cat Squadron, which flew U-2 missions over denied territory in Mainland China. After that, I was told, 'You should come out to Nevada and work on something interesting we're doing out there.' "

    Even though Slater considers himself a fighter pilot at heart—he flew 84 missions in World War II—the opportunity to work at Area 51 was impossible to pass up. "When I learned about this Mach-3 aircraft called OXCART, it was completely intriguing to me—this idea of flying three times the speed of sound! No one knew a thing about the program. I asked my wife, Barbara, if she wanted to move to Las Vegas, and she said yes. And I said, 'You won't see me but on the weekends,' and she said, 'That's fine!' " At this recollection, Slater laughs heartily. Barbara, dining with us, laughs as well. The two, married for 63 years, are rarely apart today.

    "We couldn't have told you any of this a year ago," Slater says. "Now we can't tell it to you fast enough." That is because in 2007, the CIA began declassifying the 50-year-old OXCART program. Today, there's a scramble for eyewitnesses to fill in the information gaps. Only a few of the original players are left. Two more of them join me and the Slaters for lunch: Barnes, formerly an Area 51 special-projects engineer, with his wife, Doris; and Martin, one of those overseeing the OXCART's specially mixed jet fuel (regular fuel explodes at extreme height, temperature and speed), with his wife, Mary. Because the men were sworn to secrecy for so many decades, their wives still get a kick out of hearing the secret tales.

    Barnes was married at 17 (Doris was 16). To support his wife, he became an electronics wizard, buying broken television sets, fixing them up and reselling them for five times the original price. He went from living in bitter poverty on a Texas Panhandle ranch with no electricity to buying his new bride a dream home before he was old enough to vote. As a soldier in the Korean War, Barnes demonstrated an uncanny aptitude for radar and Nike missile systems, which made him a prime target for recruitment by the CIA—which indeed happened when he was 22. By 30, he was handling nuclear secrets.

    "The agency located each guy at the top of a certain field and put us together for the programs at Area 51," says Barnes. As a security precaution, he couldn't reveal his birth name—he went by the moniker Thunder. Coworkers traveled in separate cars, helicopters and airplanes. Barnes and his group kept to themselves, even in the mess hall. "Our special-projects group was the most classified team since the Manhattan Project," he says.

    Harry Martin's specialty was fuel. Handpicked by the CIA from the Air Force, he underwent rigorous psychological and physical tests to see if he was up for the job. When he passed, the CIA moved his family to Nevada. Because OXCART had to refuel frequently, the CIA kept supplies at secret facilities around the globe. Martin often traveled to these bases for quality-control checks. He tells of preparing for a top-secret mission from Area 51 to Thule, Greenland. "My wife took one look at me in these arctic boots and this big hooded coat, and she knew not to ask where I was going."

    So, what of those urban legends—the UFOs studied in secret, the underground tunnels connecting clandestine facilities? For decades, the men at Area 51 thought they'd take their secrets to the grave. At the height of the Cold War, they cultivated anonymity while pursuing some of the country's most covert projects. Conspiracy theories were left to popular imagination. But in talking with Collins, Lovick, Slater, Barnes and Martin, it is clear that much of the folklore was spun from threads of fact.

    As for the myths of reverse engineering of flying saucers, Barnes offers some insight: "We did reverse engineer a lot of foreign technology, including the Soviet MiG fighter jet out at the Area"—even though the MiG wasn't shaped like a flying saucer. As for the underground-tunnel talk, that, too, was born of truth. Barnes worked on a nuclear-rocket program called Project NERVA, inside underground chambers at Jackass Flats, in Area 51's backyard. "Three test-cell facilities were connected by railroad, but everything else was underground," he says.

    And the quintessential Area 51 conspiracy—that the Pentagon keeps captured alien spacecraft there, which they fly around in restricted airspace? Turns out that one's pretty easy to debunk. The shape of OXCART was unprece-dented, with its wide, disk-like fuselage designed to carry vast quantities of fuel. Commercial pilots cruising over Nevada at dusk would look up and see the bottom of OXCART whiz by at 2,000-plus mph. The aircraft's tita-nium body, moving as fast as a bullet, would reflect the sun's rays in a way that could make anyone think, UFO.

    In all, 2,850 OXCART test flights were flown out of Area 51 while Slater was in charge. "That's a lot of UFO sightings!" Slater adds. Commercial pilots would report them to the FAA, and "when they'd land in California, they'd be met by FBI agents who'd make them sign nondisclosure forms." But not everyone kept quiet, hence the birth of Area 51's UFO lore. The sightings incited uproar in Nevada and the surrounding areas and forced the Air Force to open Project BLUE BOOK to log each claim.

    Since only a few Air Force officials were cleared for OXCART (even though it was a joint CIA/USAF project), many UFO sightings raised internal military alarms. Some generals believed the Russians might be sending stealth craft over American skies to incite paranoia and create widespread panic of alien invasion. Today, BLUE BOOK findings are housed in 37 cubic feet of case files at the National Archives—74,000 pages of reports. A keyword search brings up no mention of the top-secret OXCART or Area 51.

    Project BLUE BOOK was shut down in 1969—more than a year after OXCART was retired. But what continues at America's most clandestine military facility could take another 40 years to disclose.

    ANNIE JACOBSEN is an investigative reporter who sat for more than 500 interviews after she broke the story on terrorists probing commercial airliners. When she isn’t digging into intelligence issues for the likes of the National Review, she’s snapping together Legos with her two boys.,0,786384.story