MY TRIP TO MARS

The next thing I knew I was standing in a dry creek bed. It was night. Everything was illuminated by the moon. I looked around and saw about ten or eleven other women. They were all in their night clothes. No one spoke. We all were walking around, looking at each other and our surroundings.

Suddenly, without sound, a golden ball began to materialize. All the women stood in front looking at it. It was about fifteen to twenty feet high. A door opened, and a man with white hair and blue eyes walked down the steps. “It’s time to go.” he said as he motioned for us to get on board.

I was one of the first inside. I was almost directly across from the door. There was a bench that ran along the edge of the round room. Each woman sat down in front of her own private window. There were twelve windows and the door. The man sat on a seat in front of the door. He was directly across from me.

He said that we were going for a short ride. He told us to look out the windows because the view was going to be beautiful. I followed his advice. I could see Mars in the distance. Every minute, the red planet grew larger and larger, until it filled the entire window. I could see that all the women were now looking out the windows on my side of the Golden Globe.

Without sound or warning, the man with the white hair stood up and opened the door. We had come to rest on the red planet. One by one, the other women silently filed out of the Globe. Not one of us had spoken to the others.

Each woman was met by a man in a grey uniform with yellow piping and patches. I watched them as they were led to different areas. The place where we landed looked like a freeway underpass system. There were large entry ways, big enough for many cars and trucks, which led down into the red planet. There were many different entryways.

The Golden globe had landed on a flat piece of ground which seemed to set on top the underground passages. There was a fence or guard rail around the landing area. The section where we disembarked was the only place we could exit.

I was the last to leave. I looked at the man with the white hair. He read my mind and sent back the answer. “I am your guide.” He walked away from the landing area and the underground passages. He headed toward the red rocks that were in front of us. I can remember thinking, “There is an atmosphere on Mars. Why haven’t our scientists told us about it?”

I heard the man answer me, “If they told you, there would be an overwhelming rush to colonize Mars. We don’t want that.”

As we walked closer to the red rocks, I could see that there were caves carved in the rocks. The man corrected me, “They aren't caves, and they aren’t rocks. These are living structures. On earth you would call them apartments. They were built out of living crystals. The crystals created an energy field that kept the people who lived in these structures in perfect health. There was no sickness, there was no death.”

I climbed the rocks and walked inside one of the structures. I could feel something touching me. It gave me a shiver. I heard the man tell me, “Don’t worry. It will not harm you. It is sensing your energy system. If you spent the night here, you would go home in perfect health.”

My mind was already thinking, “How can we bring these crystal beings to earth?”

The man silently answered, “We already have. We are trying to duplicate the process that the Martians used to make these structures.” I quickly discovered that not only could the man communicate with me telepathically, but he could put pictures in my mind.

He showed me a cross section of the walls of the structures. I could see that there was a geometric pattern of ridges and open spaces. The man said the structure was designed in such a way that even though the walls were very light, they were very strong. He said that even an atomic bomb could not bring down these structures.

He said that the crystal beings appeared to be the ones who knew how to design and build the structures. He said some engineers from earth had taken some of crystal beings back to earth and were trying to find the perfect elements in which to grow new ones.

The wall had hidden a passageway that led down into an underground structure. The man went ahead of me. The light was filtered. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw a long hall with picture windows on each side.

When I first looked at it, I thought that it must be some kind of indoor zoo. The windows appeared to hold different scenes. I don’t know why I thought it was a zoo, but that was the first thought that popped into my mind.

I could almost hear the man laugh as I thought “zoo”. He told me to take a look and tell him what I was seeing. As I approached each “picture window” I saw that there was no glass in them. I could look into them at scenes I simple couldn’t comprehend. I didn’t know what I was looking at. Some of the scenes appeared to be swirling clouds and fog. Other scenes were of meadows and grass. I had no idea what I was looking at. “Could it be a picture album left by the people who used to live here?” I asked.

The man didn’t laugh at this question. “That is a very good thought, but no. This was not what Mars looked like.”

The man read my mind and realized I had no idea what I was seeing.

“This is a space time portal. When the Martians knew they were losing their atmosphere, they knew they had to find a new planet on which to live. Earth was their first choice. It was nearby and easily accessible with their space craft. But earth was still in the creation process thirteen million years ago."

The man told me that the Martians did not have the technology to travel in spaceships outside of this solar system and none of the planets in this solar system were ready to support life. He said the Martian scientists turned their attention to creating space/time machines.

Somehow I knew that the Martians had known their atmosphere was not going to leave for many years. They were able to prepare and leave the planet.

About half way down the long hall, the man stopped me and pointed to a window. “This is the portal to earth.”

“I thought you said that earth was not habitable 13 million years ago.”

“It wasn’t,” he replied. “This portal leads to earth, approximately 50,000 years ago, earth time. It is earth – 13 million ... minus 50,000... Earth years in the future... from the Martian perspective. Come with me and have a look.”

The man stepped through the window – or portal. He stood there waiting for me to join him. I looked in and tried to figure out what kind of room he was in. It was dark and glowed with a green light. I really couldn’t see anything but the man.

Once I stepped through the portal, it closed behind me. We were in some kind of underground cave. We stood on a rock platform that was surrounded on all sides by water. It was very dim, I could not see anything very well. From the water I heard a voice. It was irreverent and humorous, “Are the two of you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come with me.”

I looked down and saw a creature that looked like a dolphin with the head of a catfish. The man led me to the stairs and we walked down into the water. There were two dolphin like creatures waiting for us. He grabbed the fin of one and gestured for me to do the same thing.

I heard the dolphin creature tell me that the Martians designed this in such a way that they made sure no one could get through the portals unless they were invited and wanted. The dolphin like creatures were the guardians of the portals. Without them, no one could ever find their way out of the portal.

The two dolphin creatures swam for a very long time. Finally they skidded to a halt on a golden brick ramp. The talking dolphin creature said, “This is where the two of you get off. We will see you on the other side.”

The man with the white hair was the first to climb to his feet. He offered me his hand and helped me up out of the water. I felt strangely refreshed and alive. Almost like there was something in the water that nurtured me and healed me.

As I was thinking the thought I heard the man reply, “When earth was younger and non polluted, ordinary water was healing.”

I walked by his side to the doors at the top of the ramp. He pushed the two doors open at the same time. The first thing I saw was beautiful columns and temples. The colors were vibrant turquoises and orange and yellow. The land was lush with trees and grass. I saw the two dolphin creatures swim out from under the temple from which we were emerging. There was a canal that surrounded the area, it made a circle around the area of the temple. The water was crystal clear. There were many other types of fish swimming in the canal. When the people saw the dolphin creatures, they fell to their knees and seemed to pray before them.

I looked at the man, he answered, “The dolphins are sacred to these people. The dolphins take care of them. They don’t appear very often. Wait a moment, the people haven’t noticed us yet. The dolphins are telling them about us. Wait a moment, you are going to be surprised.”

After a few moments, a young man came over to us. He kneeled before us. I tried to pull him up but the man with me stopped me. When the young man stood up, he said, in perfect English, “Welcome to Egypt. I am your guide.”

We followed the young boy down the steps of the temple. The man told me that the dolphins had read our thoughts and instantly taught that boy to speak our language.

The young boy led us throughout their city. There were no cars. None were needed because the area was not large enough for cars to be needed. There appeared to be thousands of people living there. Their skin was medium brown and their facial features were similar to the people of Italy. They were very beautiful.

We were taken to the edge of the city where the fields that grew the crops were. I could see fields of green with people working. There were also trees and bushes. Everything was so beautiful it looked like a park.

The young boy handed me an orange fruit that looked like an apricot. I looked at the man, “Eat it,” he said, “You will never in your life taste anything as sweet.”

The last thing I remember is the wonderful sweet taste of the fruit. The next thing I remember is floating through space. I was lying horizontally. I could faintly remember being told to keep my eyes closed. I fought to open them. Above me I saw a space ship. I was in some kind of beam that was moving me through the roof of my apartment and putting me back in my bed.

I fought to stay awake long enough to write myself enough notes so I would remember my trip the next morning.

When I woke up the next morning, the first thing I noticed was the dirt in my bed. It was gritty and woke me. When I pulled back the sheets to see what was in the bed with me, I saw that there was a lot of red colored dirt. I wondered where I could have gotten red dirt on my feet.

Then I saw my notebook. It was wide open on the bed stand. I looked at it. The first word was MARS – followed by Golden Globe ... Man with white hair, blue eyes ... dry creek bed.. Dolphin like things.. Temples.. Floating down.. Other women.

By the time I had finished reading the code words I wrote to myself after I was beamed into my bed, I had remembered the entire experience.

I met the man with the white hair four years later on Offutt Air Force Base. I don’t know if he knew that I remembered him, but I could tell by the way he treated me that he felt comfortable with me, as if he had known me for a very long time.

I have wanted to tell this story for a long time. But each time I have told it, I have been advised to keep it to myself because it would cause me to lose all credibility.

I am telling the whole story here because I want people who understand everything that I have experienced. I don’t know for sure if I went to Mars. Was it a dream? I don’t know. All I know is the man in the dream turned out to be Gunther’s boss, a four star Admiral.

About a week after I met him on Offutt, he took me to meet the King of the World. But I have already told that story. If anyone wants to read it, it is on the Rumor Mill News webpage.