MOUNT LASSEN CALIFORNIA
REPTILIAN STRONGHOLD!?
by B. Alan Walton
A number of people have reported strange and unusual activities surrounding
one of the mountains of the Cascade range of northern California... Mt.
Lassen. These reports suggest that this area may in fact be a 'battle-ground'
between benevolent and malevolent powers. Some have stated that there is an
'alien' atmosphere about the place, others have described strange 'voices'
which seem to come from nowhere, while still others have described 'showers'
of rocks ranging in size from small pea-like pebbles to basketball-size
stones, in a few cases. This phenomena 'might' result from volcanic activity,
then again, it might not. It is interesting that several people who have had
'close encounters' with reptiloids have stated that throwing rocks -
sometimes with deadly force - is one strategy used by the reptiloids to
discourage curious huma! ns from invading 'their' territory. At the same time,
these creatures apparently have little or no problem with invading OUR
domain. There have even been other reports suggesting that there is a 'base'
near Mt. Lassen in which reptiloid activity is taking place, and has been for
some time - activity involving a group of humans who have allowed themselves
to fall under the 'spell' or the control of the serpent race, and are serving
their cause. The account which we will describe shortly was released by Val
Valerian in June of 1992, and appeared in the 'LEADING EDGE' magazine. This
report describes what appear to be human-sized reptilians (who might, with
some alterations, be able to pass themselves off as humans?) or reptiloids
that appear to be extremely dangerous and threatening. In fact there are
other accounts that suggest that the human-sized [and larger] reptiloids
absolutely despise humanity and - unlike the more 'intellect! ually
indifferent' saurian grays -- have been seen to express deep rage, anger,
hatred, impudence and an almost demonic contempt for the human race. The
Grays' form of "enmity" against the human race is on the other extreme from
that of the 'Reptoids', and consists of absolute indifference to human life
or suffering, however total indifference can be just as destructive to
humankind as is the raging, vicious hatred expressed by the larger reptilian
predators that act as overseers to the grays. This is why the saurian grays
can dip their arms in a tank full of dismembered human corpses that are being
mixed with hydrogen peroxide for their protein and enzymatic content, and rub
this substance over their bodies without the slightest twinge of conscience.
The grays normally come from deep space, far from the multi- dimensional
densities of earth, therefore they have become incarnations of the extremes
of intellectual indifference! . The reptiloids dwell deep within the earth,
where the dense energies of the physical-material realm produce the opposite
extremes of emotional animosity. Both species are the end results of
intellectual and emotional energies taken to the extremes, on either side of
the golden mean. As we've said, insectilian indifference can be just as
destructive as all-out draconian malevolence. In this event, one should not
consider the grays as being any better nor benevolent than the 'reptilioids',
simply because the extra- terrestrial grays are far more intellectually
oriented - and much more emotionless - than are their larger sub-terranean
neo-saurian cousins. Since the reptilian hierarchy operates on fear,
competition, ego, and absolute control, there will nevertheless be accounts
such as the one following which indicate that the lower levels of the
reptilian hierarchy are fearful of the higher ups. This is undoubtedly due to
the! fact that execution is sometimes used to maintain obedience among the
lower hierarchies by making examples out of certain members that do not fall
"in line" with the agenda (this tension between the different reptilian
"classes" may be used to human advantage in the future). The hu-brids
(human-hybrids possessing a human soul as opposed to the re-brids or
reptilian-hybrids which possess no soul-matrix) would be another story
altogether. There is much evidence that these beings who are bred for slavery
from birth are themselves being kept in subjection through fear and
intimidation and possibly even the threat of death. In this case, many of the
'hybrid' species might be convinced to choose in favor of their human-DNA
nature as opposed to their reptilian DNA nature. There is also evidence that
many if not most of these hubrids are inwardly in opposition to the
indifferent grays and the malevolent reptiloids. Val Valerian introduc! es the
woman who experienced an encounter with the "aliens" near Mt. Lassen, in the
following words: "The case of this San Francisco woman is highly illustrative
of the abduction situation... This kind lady came to me recently for
assistance and is in the process of receiving it. Her case is detailed below
in the hope that it will contribute toward additional research in this area.
Her name is understandably withheld to maintain confidentiality." We will
quote only portions of this lengthy account of a possible encounter with a
group of people ['horlocks'? - see the account given of two men who claimed
to have actually went INSIDE Mt. Lassen several years before, which will
quote later on in this article] under Reptilian control: "...I described an
experience I had remembered in re-occurring flashbacks WHICH TOOK PLACE IN
THE WOODS SOMEWHERE NEAR MT. LASSEN, CALIFORNIA. I believe the year was 1969
or 1970. What happened there! had a profound effect on my life, in a VERY
NEGATIVE way. "...I am a 31 year old woman living in the city of San
Francisco. For the past 2 years I have been living in a nightmare of
sleepless nights, hellish dreams, strange dreams in which the information
'given' in the dream 'comes true', what I can only describe as ominous
coincidences and manifestations of a paranormal nature, unusual sensations
during sleep (when I do sleep)... and to top it off, a slow but steady flow
of bizarre memories in the form of intense flashbacks and nightmares (which
reoccur constantly) of events going all the way back to my early childhood.
"I can mark the beginning of all this 'trouble' to a Saturday even- ing in
July of 1988 when, while at work, I witnessed a luminous ball of light make a
dramatic entrance and exit, stopping long enough to 'visit' with us (I had
five witnesses in the room with me). "From... October of 1990 right up
through l! ast weekend before I heard you speak I had been living with a
kaleidoscope of images and memories of bizarre encounters and topsy-turvy
like interactions with apparently non-human beings, none of which made any
sense to me. "While you were speaking it felt as if little bells were going
off in my head. I could hardly believe that you were describing certain
things that I thought (and hoped) only existed in my mind! I have spent the
last 2 years of my life trying to convince my therapist that little GREY
CREATURES had repeatedly visited me as a child and on at least one occasion,
while I was staying at a cabin in the woods with my parents, they brought me
to their 'ship' where other (different looking) beings along with human
beings (earth people) did all kinds of crazy things including what I refer
to; for lack of a better explanation, as 'splitting my mind'. The closest
description I could give to explain the above stated term wo! uld be that I
experienced something akin to INDUCED PSYCHOSIS. "This event occurred when I
was eight, possibly nine years old. While I have yet to undergo hypnosis, I
have many memories which are very fragmented and blocked. Although the above
mentioned experience is perhaps the most traumatic, a lot of vivid images and
details are somewhat clear. I have a distinct memory of being made to lay on
a table and having what I thought was a three- pronged fork stuck in my lower
back (right next to my spine) and a smaller one stuck in the back of my [a
word is apparently left out here... 'neck'?] directly vertical to the one in
my back. I have the scars (both of triangular shaped patterns) to match the
memory. I remember looking up at different colored lights that kept changing
and feeling OK one minute and screaming in agony the next. I remember someone
talking to me but I could not see them. I'm not sure how much of this is in
seq! uence as I have not remembered it that way. I remember screaming because I
really thought (and felt) like I was falling through a crack in the Earth,
then some people came in and told me that I could stop screaming because it
wasn't happening anymore. I remember awkward things, like a door opening when
it wasn't supposed to and seeing human beings on the other side and someone
saying 'sh*t!' or something close to that word. I remember a bunch of beings
in some kind of outfits and because I'm screaming so loudly one of them takes
off this 'head-piece' (like some kind of fire personnel wear) and I stop
screaming because I see that it is a woman, but then I hear a man's voice
yelling at her and making her put it back on her head. I remember a lot of
screaming, but it did not do much good. At one point, after I had been on the
table for awhile with the 'forks' plugged into my back (I also remember this
voice I couldn't see saying the! same things over and over and over again and
I remember repeating it back to him -- most of which I cannot remember) the
one I call the 'head doctor' came in to check on me (I was very sick, maybe
even drugged) and he now had on a shiny dark blue overalls with an insignia
above his chest (the insignia consisted of an outline of a man or a being
with a line down through the middle of it, and the left half of the figure
was black or dark while the right side was light). I remember a whole set of
separate interactions with the 'aliens'; of 'playing' with a strange looking
one I thought was a child, of being shown a dead squirrel and being asked to
touch it, of being given 'information' while looking into the eyes of one of
the grays (this information, what I can remember, appears to involve future
events in my own life and also in the world including what appears to be some
sort of global disaster). I also remember one of the greys! asking something
from me and I agreed to it -- whatever it is, I cannot remember. I REMEMBER
MEETING A 'GREY' WITH ORANGE-RED EYES THAT HAD SLITS DOWN THE MIDDLE... and
all the other greys were afraid of this one. Perhaps the most disturbing
thing I remember is of a group of three or so beings with long blue capes and
faces I cannot remember, coming in twice to stick a 'pea up my nose'. When I
had this particular flashback several months ago I swear to you I physically
re-experienced what that felt like! "...I believe I may have one of those
implants that you spoke about at your workshop. I have checked on the roof of
my mouth and did see what looks like needle marks as you suggested during
your talk. I have experienced some strange things going on with my body
lately and I find myself feeling compelled to do certain things -- especially
like going to certain locations; most recently all the way to Arizona! I do
not wish to ! continue living like I have been for the past four years [Note:
she also explained that the controllers motivated her into studying "Zen
Buddhism" at the age of 12, and at age 20 she had come to the point of
advanced Zen meditation. Could this be an attempt on the part of the
controllers to train her to place herself into an altered state of
consciousness, one in which she could, with the help of the implant(s), be
all-the- easier influenced mentally? Many occult lodges attempt to get the
initiate to surrender to certain spiritual entities by teaching them a form
of "meditation" which involves "blanking out" the mind, of "letting go", or
"giving up" willful control over oneself to the some invisible guide or
guides. As they say, nature hates a vacuum, and if a human surrenders control
of their own mind and thoughts, then "something else" is bound to take
control]. "...I have called all over the country and found support groups, but none in my area. I even asked Mr. Budd Hopkins if he would see me, but he
became rather unenthusiastic when I insisted there were human beings in my
memories (he does not believe there are humans involved/working with
'aliens'). He promised to put me in touch with 'his people' working in San
Francisco, but as of yet... I have not heard from him. "I don't mean to
complain, but I guess I just wanted to convey my level of frustration.
"...You mentioned in your talk a woman researcher in Hawaii (you did not say
her name) who claims to have had success in locating and deactivating these
various implants. You mentioned she had some kind of instrument available
that could detect these things. I would greatly appreciate it if you could
tell me how to get in touch with her. If you could send me her name and
address or phone number or the name and address of anybody you think might be
able to help me at any level -- if you know anyo! ne in my area who works with
people like me -- I would also appreciate their name(s). You mentioned that
in England they have extracted some implants, do you know who and where? I
feel as though I've been brainwashed and need to be 'de-programmed' but I
can't seem to convince anybody that any of this really happened....well I did
convince one person, unfortunately he's an optometrist. I guess I find that
to be really funny, but I'm not sure why. "I am willing to go anywhere inside
or outside of the country. I do not have a lot of money, but I do have some
resources available to me..." Unfortunately, this woman is not the only one
in this desperate situation. Who out there has the compassion and the means
to help these people? If your out there and have the medical or therapeutic
skills which are being denied to so many abductees, then we ENCOURAGE you to
use your talents to help these victims and (if possible) aid them in the
control mechanisms. Others may be able to assist in their psychological
"de-programming" of the alter-hypno-subliminal "instructions" which may have
been implanted within their fragmented subconscious as well. Many have
indicated that their lives have been all but sabotaged emotionally, mentally,
and even physically by these implants, which 'serve' as a 'back door' for the
aliens to invade a human mind and influence or manipulate their victims'
thoughts patterns in such a way as to accommodate their other-worldly
agenda... Mt. Lassen is a dormant volcano, part of the Cascade range of
California, Oregon, Washington and southwestern Canada. There is evidence
that a prehistoric race, possibly akin to the Murians and Atlans, had
conquered the interior of the earth in the most distant past, having left the
evidence of their ancient presence deep within the subter! ranean recesses of
the earth, to be found later by humans and aliens alike. Some of these humans
who -- apparently highly motivated members of occult fraternities seeking out
the 'secret science' of the ancients -- found their way into the depths, and
inevitably came under the mental control of the reptilian humanoids, as is
suggested by the previous case, and also by the following one as well. Some
years ago a man by the name of Ralph B. Fields submitted the following
account to AMAZING STORIES scifi/scifact Magazine (Dec. 1946 issue, pp.
155-157), with the assurance that it was true and actually occurred just as
written. Although caution and an analytical mind should be in order when
dealing with these kinds of claims, the following report nevertheless seems
to tie-in with the previous account given by the anonymous woman who
contacted Val Valerian [John Grace] following her abductions near Mt. Lassen.
Mr. Fields writes: ".! ..In beginning this narrative and the unexplained events
that befell my friend and myself, I offer no explanation, nor do I even
profess to offer any reason. In fact, I have yet to find a clue that will,
even in part, offer any explanation whatever. Yet as it did happen, there
must be some rhyme or reason to the whole thing. It may be that someone can
offer some helpful information to a problem that just should not exist in
these times of enlightenment. "To begin with, if we had not been reading an
article in a magazine telling us about the great value of guano (bat
droppings in old caves, which are considered to be an extremely effective
fertilizer) that have accumulated over a great number of years, we would have
continued to wend our merry way through life without ever having a thing to
worry about. "But having read the article as we were at the time living near
a small town called Manten in Tehama County, California, we thou! ght that that
would be a good country to explore for a possible find to this kind. After
talking it over for some time and as we had plenty of time just then, we
decided to take a little trip up the country just back of us. As we were
almost at the foot of Mount Lassen, that seemed the best place to conduct our
little prospecting tour. "So collecting a light camping outfit, together with
a couple of tents to sleep in, we started out on what we expected to be a
three-or-four-day jaunt up the mountain. "I guess we covered about ten or
twelve miles on the third day and it was fast approaching time to begin to
look for a place to spend the night and the thought was not very amusing as
it had turned a little colder and we were well over 7,000 feet above sea
level. "We soon found a sheltered place beneath a large outcrop of rock and
set about making a camp. As I was always the cook and Joe the chore boy, I
began getting things read! y to fix us some grub and Joe began digging around
for some dead scrub brush to burn. I had things all ready and looked around
for Joe and his firewood. But I could see no signs of him. I began calling
for him and he soon came into sight from around the very rock where we were
making our camp. And I knew he was laboring under some great excitement and
his face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "He had found a cave. The entrance
was on the other side of that very rock. He was all for exploration right
away. But I argued that we had better wait till morning. But he argued that
in a cave it was always night and we would have to use flashlights anyway, so
what would be the difference? Well, we finally decided that we would give it
at least a once-over after we had a bite to eat. "It wasn't much to call a
cave at first as it had a very small entrance, but back about 20 feet it
widened out to about 10 feet wide and around eight feet hi! gh. And it did
reach back a considerable distance as we would see at least 100 yards and it
appeared to bend off to the left. The floor sloped slightly down. "We
followed to the bend and again we could see a long way ahead and down. "At
this point we became a little afraid as we were some way into the mountain.
The idea of being inside so far seemed to make us a little afraid. But we
reasoned that inasmuch as there were no branches or connecting caves we could
not get lost and therefore had nothing to be afraid of. So we went on. "We
found no sign of anything that we could imagine to be our much sought guano
nor signs of any animals being inside the cave. "I don't know how far we
went, but it must have been a mile or two, as we kept on walking and the cave
never changed it's contour or size. Noticing this I mentioned it to Joe. And
we discovered an amazing thing. The floor seemed to be worn smooth as though
it had been used f! or a long time as a path or road. The walls and ceiling of
the cave seemed to be cut like a tunnel. It was solid rock and we knew that
no one would cut a tunnel there out of rock as there had been no sign of
mining operations (tailings). And the rock in the walls and ceiling was run
together like it had been melted. Or fused from a great heat. "While we were
busy examining the cave in general, Joe swore he saw a light way down in the
cave. We started down the cave once more and found a light. Or should I say
the light found us as it was suddenly flashed into our faces. We stood there
blinded by it for a minute until I flashed my light at it's source and saw we
were confronted by three men. "These men looked to be about 50 or a little
younger. They were dressed in ordinary clothing such as is worn by most
working men in the locality. Levi type pants and flannel shirts and wool
coats. They wore no hats. But THEIR SHOES LOOKED STRAN! GE AS THEIR SOLES WERE
SO THICK that they gave the impression of being made of wood. "We just stood
there for a minute or two and looked at them. We had no idea there was
anybody within miles of us and there stood three men looking at us in a cave
a mile or so in the depths of old Mount Lassen. "I was scared. We were
unarmed. And we knew nothing about these men. One of them spoke to us. He
asked what we were looking for. I told him, but I could see he didn't believe
it. We both tried to convince him, but he just smiled. We had a little
argument with him, but fearing they might be some criminal gang in hiding, we
came to the conclusion that we had better retreat. Turning to go we were
confronted by two more of them. "I can't find any words to express the fear
and utter helplessness I felt in finding our retreat cut off. I do remember
having remarked to Joe, 'Well, it looks like we are behind the well-known
eight-ball.' I sure ! didn't feel as jovial as I spoke either. One of the
strangers told us, 'I think maybe you had better come with us.' "We were in
no position to argue, though we both would have liked to do a little of that
right there, but we had no way of enforcing our arguments. Where could a hero
gain any credit in a place like that? So we permitted the five to escort us
deeper into the depths of old Lassen. "They had led us farther down and I
guess we had gone a couple more miles when we came to the first thing that
really amazed us. "We came to a place where the cavern widened out a little
and we saw some kind of machine, if it can be called that. Though I had no
chance to examine it closely at the time, I did later and it was a very
strange contrivance. It had a very flat bottom, but the front was curved
upward something like a toboggan. The bottom plate was about eight inches
thick and it was the color of pure copper. But it was very hard t! empered.
Although I have had a lot of experience in metals and alloys, I had no
opportunity to examine it closely enough to determine just what it was. I
doubt very much if I could. It had a seat in the front directly behind a
heavy dashboard affair and there was a dial shaped in a semi-circle with
figures or markings on it. I had not the slightest idea what they stood for,
but they were very simple to remember. If there was a motor, it was in the
rear. All I could see was two horseshoe or magnet-shaped objects that faced
each other with the round parts to the outside. When this thing was in
operation, a brilliant green arc seemed to leap between the two and to
continue to glow as it was in operation. The only sound it gave off was a hum
or buzz that sounded like a battery charger in operation. "The seat in the
front was very wide. The only method of operation was a black tear-shaped
object which hung from the panel by a chai! n. One of these men sitting in the
middle took this thing and touched the sharp end to the first figure on the
left side of the dial. "When he touched the first figure, the contraption
seemed to move almost out from under us. But it was the smoothest and
quietest take-off I ever experienced. We seemed to float. Not the slightest
sound or vibration. And after we had traveled for a minute he touched the
next figure on the dial and our speed increased at an alarming rate. But when
he had advanced the black object over past the center of the dial, our speed
increased until I could hardly breathe. I can't begin to estimate the
distance we had traveled or our speed, but it was terrific. The two horseshoe
objects in the rear created a green light that somehow shone far ahead of us,
lighting up the cavern for a long way. I soon noticed a black line running
down the center of the cavern and our inner-mountain taxi seemed to follow
tha! t. "I don't know how long we continued our mad ride, but it was long
enough for us to become used to the terrific speed and we had just about
overcome our fear of some kind of wreck when we were thrown into another
spasm of fear. "Another machine of the same type was approaching us head on.
I could see that our captors were very nervous, but our speed continued. As
the other machine became closer our speed slowed down very fast and we came
to a smooth stop about two feet from the front of the other machine. "Our
machine had no sooner stopped than our captors leaped from the machine and
started to dash away. A fine blue light leaped from the other machine in a
fine pencil beam and it's sweep caught them and they fell to the cavern and
lay still. "The figures dismounted from the other machine and came close to
us. Then I noticed they carried a strange object in their hands. It resembled
a fountain pen flashlight with a large, round! , bulb-like affair on the back
end and a grip something like a German luger. They pointed them at us. "After
seeing what had happened to our erstwhile captors I thought that our turn was
next, whatever it was. But one spoke to us. "'Are you surface people?' "'I
guess we are, as this is where we came from very recently.' "'Where did the
horlocks find you?' "'If you mean those guys there,' I pointed to the five
motionless figures, 'back there a few hundred miles.' I pointed toward the
way we had come in our wild ride. "'You are very fortunate that we came this
way,' he told us. 'You would have also become horlocks and then we would have
had to kill you also.' That was the first time I had realized that the others
were dead. "They put their strange weapons away and seemed friendly enough,
so I ventured to ask them the who and why and everything we had run into. I
told them of our search for guano and how we had encountered the five !
horlocks - as he called them. And also asked him about the machines and their
operation and could we get out again? He smiled and told us. "'I could not
tell you too much as you would not understand. There are so many things to
explain and you could not grasp enough of what I could myself tell you. The
people on the surface are not ready to have the things that the ancients have
left. Neither I nor any one in any of the caverns know why these things work,
but we do know how to operate some of them. However, there are a great many
evil people here who create many unpleasant things for both us and the
surface people. They are safe because no one on the surface believes us or
them. That is why I am telling you this. No one would believe that we exist.
We would not care, but there are many things here that the outer world must
not have until they are ready to receive them, as they would completely
destroy themselves, so we must b! e sure that they do not find them. As for the
machine, I don't know how it works. But I know some of the principles of it.
It works simply by gravity. And it is capable of reverse. The bottom plate of
it always is raised about four inches from the surface of the floor. That is
why there is no friction and has such a smooth operation. This object
suspended from this chain is pure carbon. It is the key to the entire
operation. As I told you before, I cannot explain why it runs, but it does.
We want you two to return to where you came and forget about us. We will show
you how to operate the sled and we want you never again to enter the cave. If
you do and you do not encounter the horlocks, we will have to do something
about you ourselves so it would not be advisable to not try to return at all
events. One thing I can tell you. We never could permit you to leave another
time.' "He explained to us the operation of the machine and in s! ome way
reversed it's direction. So thanking them, we seated ourselves in the sled,
as he had called it, and were soon on our way back. "Our return trip was
really something we enjoyed, as I was sure not to advance the carbon far
enough on the dial to give us such terrific speed, but we soon found
ourselves where we started from. The sled slid to a smooth stop and we jumped
out and started up the cave afoot. "We must have walked a long way coming in,
for we thought we never would come to the surface. But at last we did. And it
was late afternoon when we emerged. "We lost no time in making our way down
the mountain, and Joe tells me that he isn't even curious about what is in
that cave. "But I am. What is the answer to the whole thing? I would like to
know. We had been told enough for me to believe that down there somewhere
there are things that might baffle the greatest minds of this Earth.
Sometimes I'm tempted to go back in! to that cave if I could find it again,
which I doubt, but, then I know the warning I heard in there might be too
true, so I guess I had better be of the same mind as Joy. He says: "'What we
don't know don't hurt us.'" B. Alan Walton
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