# 65 Aliens Don’t Worry About Security …
Shortly I’m going to change my topical stream of posts from the strange ET experiences for a few posts to those involving what you need to know for survival. Simple explanations… not long involved processes. You can get those information sources elsewhere and I’ll give you links to those sources.
This post is about more ET experiences while I was in prison. Just because one is sequestered from general society doesn’t mean odd things stop happening.
A few individuals recognized me from some of my radio speaking appearances. My voice is somewhat distinctive.
One in particular, an older man based in the Mormon doctrines was fascinated with the idea of extra terrestrial intelligences as are many of that religious culture and belief system. Many science fiction authors of excellent reputation indicate the interest. [ The program Battlestar Galactica, both the original and the more adult versions, are steeped in Mormon doctrines. The well known scifi author Orson Scott Card for one has excellent books that are about many issues of interest.]
One man I met in my first days of incarceration as a political prisoner was once a well respected figure in the LDS church organization, Mr. M. He constantly challenged me with questions and usually did not care for my answers from personal experience unless it seemed to fit in with doctrine. Eventually, he stopped asking. However, not before he had outed me as a radio personality involved with ET subject matter.
I was unofficially given the nickname for those who disliked me as “space boy”. Virtually everyone else called me Mr. (Last name redacted), as a sign of respect. Respect in prison is currency. Because I am very intelligent many inmates sought me out for advice on many topical areas.
After about two years of incarceration one gets used to the daily routine and begins to find a place in their own mind to survive the experience which is most unpleasant. I decided to teach about Urantia Material and cooking.
One day on two separate occasions in the same day two Latinos came to me privately and separately. They lived on separate floors of wings of the prison facility with windows overlooking the nearby ball field. I’ve attached an image of the actual location so you can visualize it better. Click on the image to enlarge it.
Jose in broken English was scared and told me he had seen a large green-gray metal disc arrive around 3:00 am which hovered over the ball field in front of the chain link backstop. Like all Latinos in this facility he called me “Mr. David”.
“Mr. David, I need to speak with you.”
“Sure Jose, what’s up?”
“Not here (we were in the compound)”
“OK… let’s go to one of the empty classrooms. (We relocated to a classroom where I taught GED classes)”
“Mr. David… I hear you know about space people?”
I was thinking … oh no not again…then as I nodded yes he continued…
“Mr. Dave … I want to know if I’m crazy for this …”
“What?”
“Last night during count time. (3:00 to 3:30 am). I watched a big, big metal thing show up in the baseball field and float there for many minutes! I was so afraid … no one would believe me if I tell about it.”
I asked him to describe it. He did. It was a good description of a gray type craft.
I assured him such things are not because he was crazy but do happen. He felt better and asked I tell no one.
Later that same day another Latino, Roberto, came to me with an identical story except for the difference in perspective. This man was situated in the same building different wing on the ground floor where the other had been on the upper floor.
He too was spooked. The Hispanic-Latino culture was strongly influenced by the idea of demons and such in prison. Many having come from the drug cultures of central America and Mexico.
He too had seen the strange green-gray metallic craft but from the side more than from above.
They both told me it hovered above the ground. They both told me the color was metalic and greenish-gray. They both describe smoothed finish with scale like plates and very few protruberances.
Both saw it simply appear then disappear with no sense of flying in or out of view. It simply was… then was not. It was big enough to fill the dirt field area.
More in next post…