I asked him where I should go to avoid the radiation. "Get as far away as you can, dude. I'm heading out for Chico myself. I thought to myself- "this guy got brains of Velveeta".I promply forgot about this wingnut and his story. As it would turn out this wingnut was some kind of a futurist soothsayer
It was the night of October 30th, about 11:30 P.M. I was living in the foothills of East Oakland at the time, casually sitting in my comfy chair reading a book. I glanced out the window at what I initially thought was the moon. Suddenly I did a double take noticing that this "moon" was quite close to the ground, hovering about a mile or two over the area of Jack London Square. It was a bright florescent orange eliptical sphere that throbbed and radiated brilliant light comparable to the sun. The sun at night? I looked up in the sky and saw the moon where it should be. Then it hit me---Wait a minute--THAT'S A UFO!!! I found myself staring intensly at this glowing orange orb. Looking closer I noticed a flurry of activity around the bottom of the sphere, like tiny gnats scurrying all around their nest. It hit me like sunami---THAT'S AN ALIEN MOTHERSHIP WITH IT'S TINY DRONES SWARMING ALL OVER OAKLAND!!!---then I started hearing the VOICE.
"We know you are seeing us for we are allowing you to see us. We travel through space and time by what you humans refer to as magnetic waves. We are currently decloaked because our power reserves are depleted due to our mission here. you need not know what that mission is but we want you to know we have a stake in the game being played here. This is a crucial time for the genetic experiment we left here eons ago. We don't want it to fail because if it fails, we fail as well. We are all in this together. The Human race is standing at a crossroads into the new millinium. It could either evolve in a positive way, aiding the universal intelligence, or it can self-destruct."
At that point I realized these words were being transmitted by the light radiating from the saucer. The light hitting my retinas contained the message and simultaneously bounced back to convey my thoughts to this otherworldly intelligence. I thought "What's going on that's so important in the Bay Area. Why are you here?"
"We are here to contact your higher selves, the people who have the brain capacity to carry out our plan to save the human race. Yes, the Scientists at Lawrence Livermore Lab, at Berkeley,and at Stanford have been contacted. We are helping them get their thoughts in order. We supply our information to them while they are in what you humans call the dream state. We are also contacting your large-brained politicians. We are happy that the city of Oakland has chosen once-California Govenor Jerry Brown to be Mayor".
"Governor Moonbeam?" I thought.
"Yes, It is so--Govenor Moonbeam has been with us for many years. The rumours are true--Jerry Brown is an alien and working with us right now to get the human race back on the right track. He is not the only one. People from all walks of life are being contacted for they each have a very special duty to perform. It is only by good, compassionate, intelligent people working together that we can overcome the dark forces who would prosper at Earths demise. Whether you know it or not, you have been part of the cure. This is why we have allowed you to have visual and audio interface with us. We have been programing you for many years now through your dreams. One of our information gathering drones has been hovering over the vicinity of Peoples Park 24/7 cloaked in a magnetic field. Many of the people you know to be Park activists are receiving our signals and,like you, are working for the common good. Each and every one has been put on earth for a specific purpose."
"So what is my purpose in life?" I asked my extraterrestrial guru.
"That is for us to know and for you to find out. I cannot divulge this information to you other that to say you have a very special purpose that needs fulfillment"
At that point there was a sudden sound that caused me to turn away from the day-glo orange spaceship hovering over the 'hood. I realized I was in the middle of some sort of metaphysical peak experience. I hadn't smoked or drank anything at all. I was stone cold sober, yet I felt like I had taken a pound of magic mushrooms or some sort of psychedelic hallucogen. Noticing it was about 3:30 in the morning I went to light some incense, and stretch out to mellow the vibes around my extraterrestrial encounter. I wanted to be in a state of oneness with my alien friends. When I looked back out the window the spaceship was gone. There I was alone in my room wondering if what I had just experienced was real. I didn't get to sleep until the real sun,not the "midnight sun", started to rise.
The next day I was strolling down Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley pondering the events of the night before. I ran into my friend Marc, who introduced me to a reporter from the San Jose Mercury News. The reporter was doing an article questioning if there was life on other planets since the SETI group, based in San Jose, was scanning the airwaves for signals from other lifeforms in the universe. He asked me, strangely enough if I believed in the existence of aliens? I gave him the "skinny" on my otherworldly encounter with good natured tongue-in-cheek humor. He was delighted that I had shared my story with him. He told me he would use my perspective in his article due to come out sometime next week. As he shook my hand, I noticed a special "alien" gleam in his eye as he casually chuckled "We are not alone".
