Area 51 Employee Comes Forward, Sedona AZ
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Sometimes you never know what will present itself during meditation! As I sat in my usual location on the water facing Cathedral Rock, I heard a voice ask if I would like to hear a story about Groom Lake. As I was about to open my eyes to see who was in front of me, he said I should keep my eyes closed and my heart open in order to hear the truth. I smiled and said fair enough. This is Sedona, after all, and stranger things have been known to happen!
He began by saying that he serves in the US Air Force and is stationed at Nellis AFB, Nevada. However, he continued, “for administrative purposes, my records are handled out of Edwards AFB, California. Are you familiar with these places,” he asked.
Yes. Nellis AFB is in Las Vegas and Edwards AFB is way out in the Mojave desert, isn’t it?
“Correct,” he said.
But isn’t that a bit far to travel for mere paperwork, I asked.
He said that he is flown there in a helicopter, so it’s not so bad.
He then continued with his story.
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“I live in Las Vegas and drive to McCarran International Airport, where I am weighed before getting on board the jet for Groom Lake.”
Weighed, I interrupted.
‘Yes,” he said. “They weigh us coming and going, to ensure we’re not carrying anything unauthorized.”
As he was telling me this, I wondered what in the world prompted him to tell me this information. Especially in a place like this and at a moment as this. I was after all here to meditate and then take a short swim before heading to the store. I had to know.
Why are you telling me this?
“From the artwork on your t-shirt, I thought you might be interested,” he answered.
That figures! I was wearing one of the black Area 51 Survivor shirts. I laughed. You’re kidding me, right?
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“No, I’m not. Do you want to hear more then?”
Yes, of course!
“Once on board the plane, we have a short and awkward flight. You see, we aren’t allowed to talk about what we do with the others on board.”
“After we land at Groom Lake, I board a bus to be taken a short distance to where I work.”
“I am not going to tell you what I do there, but I will say that I work in multi-day shifts. That is to say, similar to firemen who live in the fire-house for a period of days before returning home. I am told how many days I am to work during the upcoming shift as I’m returning home from the previous shift. The schedule is not set, like Monday through Friday, nor do we know it in advance.”
My mind was busy with all sorts of imagery from his story, yet I paused to wonder what it would be like to commute with people you don’t know, can’t talk to about work… let alone your real identity! It seemed such a detached and unrewarding way to work. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like at home? Does this guy have a family, and if so, I’m sure he can’t tell them the truth. I heard rumor that these employees don’t even use their real names while assigned to Area 51. This all sounded like the movie, True Lies. What I mean is, does this guy live another identity when working than he does when he’s at home or visiting family? Do they know his alias identity? My mind was working overtime with questions and possibilities!
I asked him if I could ask a question.
“You can open your eyes now,” he said.
When I did, there in the water in front of me was a man. He was slowly swimming away from me. All I could see was the back of his head.
Wait! Are you leaving, I asked.
“Yes. Our conversation is complete. Have a nice day,” he replied.
I thanked him and watched him swim upstream and out of sight.
Wow! Did this really just happen and was this guy for real? His story sounded plausible enough, considering all the other information already made public.
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