Part 9 of 9 :Selected by Extraterrestrials...N.American S-2 Proposals...If We're Going to Have to Use Nuclear...Lake Tahoe 1967

Selected by Extraterrestrials 

My life in the top secret world of UFOs.,

 think-tanks and Nordic secretaries 

William Mills Tompkins

CHAPTER 25 

NORTH AMERICAN S-2 PROPOSALS 

I made an unsolicited proposal presentation of some of my post NOVA Apollo concepts to NAA‘s management. Referring to Dr. Debus’s seventy-five Apollo launches per year, I suggested using two of their NAA S-2 Stages as payloads, existing as third and fourth empty stages for the Navy’s Moon base operational buildings. After this presentation, the advanced program director, marketing V P, S-2 program director, and I were roughing out some of the details in their big conference room. 

I turned to Roger Thorp, the advanced program director, and emphasized how these two empty stages were to be soft-landed on the Moon. They will need to have shock-mounted legs to keep them vertical for landing. Also, the attitude control motors and, most important, the descent engines can be comparatively small; not like the big, liftoff rockets needed for launch. The four landing gear supports need to extend about ten meters, where the spherical feet can be planted to insure that the stage won’t rotate over. 

Then Shawn stated, “The entire picture of this concept is clear. As long as your engineering people can make it operate, this can work as a cost effective solution to the Navy’s moon bases.” 

“Again, Bill,” Shawn added, “You’re always claiming credit for everything.” 

“No, I’m not. These are my thoughts on the missions and the engineering decisions.” 

Then Thorp jumped in, “Definitely, Bill. Compare this to the Navy’s Lunar C4I Center, which you came up with last week. That can be used as one of Jupiter’s moons as a Naval command center.” 

“We, NAA, have run around with so many of these poor proposals I had given to the NASA that this simple approach is almost refreshing.” I said smiling and laughed. “Yeah, the possibility of converting an S-2 into a cocktail lounge is also very refreshing.” 

We had also made mock-up versions of a recreational S-2 building that also sparked the attention of most of our staff. 

I was convinced that these NAA S-2 types were light years behind some of us at DAC. These people are living in the Dark Ages. How do I really communicate with them? Interstellar missions are things they won’t understand. What must we do? Should I try to bring them on board a little at a time? Yes, this is going to be tougher than I thought. 

What is really, really weird is that now, fifty years later, in 2015, we are going back to the Moon, using the old Apollo slim S-2 Stage as the first stage, which I conceived with the updated J-2 engines, when I was program representative at Rocketdyne in 1963. 

1 Four types of aliens? 

Shortly thereafter, the topic of conversation led to the possibility that aliens were involved with the Moon program. We were all naive at the time, but still had an inkling of a deep conspiracy that had infiltrated our programs. Thorp stated, “Our guys down at Cape Canaveral were talking to your old buddies at Douglas. They had some strange tales to tell us. It seems that the aliens still have a strong pull on how things operate down there.” 

I thought back to how Douglas operated and came to a realization. Manufacturing at DAC - whom I thought were supposed to be pushing us in the right direction - were possibly working against us, and even more than we realized. Whenever our work started to come together, their snide remarks could set us back so much so that our progressive ideas were left in the dust. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I came to the conclusion that some of the Nordic aliens, in the Douglas shop whom I thought were helping us, may be disguised Reptilians - and this could be happening here in NAA, too. 

Thorp said, “Bill you look like you’ve seen a ghost. All of the color just washed out of your face. Douglas must have really worked you over.”

 I gave him a wanton smile and said, “I just realized that over all of this time I may have been fooled by the agreeable attitudes at DAC manufacturing.” 

Thorp then stated, “We need to talk. Let’s go have a drink. We can drown out some of those inhibitions and get into some more of this alien jargon.” 

The three of us then proceeded to one of Shawn’s favorite cocktail lounges, where we would work out our theories.

Shawn hit me before our third drink, asking me, “How do you Douglas experts know an alien when you see or talk to them?” 

I came back with, “It took me three years to realize Jessica really is an alien; but that was years ago. Now it’s true, that some of us DAC types are smarter than you NAA types about technical things like that.” 

Shawn came back with, “While you were putting it in your alien secretary, was she putting stuff in between your ears?” 

I said, “I know she really is an extraterrestrial.” 

“When one of your engineers at the Cape tells you he saw a UFO flying at 300 feet over the service tower at complex 34, he knows damned well that it is a real alien vehicle. He just knows it. Well, when any of you guys see a real alien - the grays, the ants, or the insects - you damned well know it, too; absolutely no question! But if they are Nordic - who looks just like humans - you will not know it. They really are Nordic, beautiful, light-skinned people who look like movie stars. They may be Reptilians appearing as Nordics, who have the ability to change into human-like people. 

“I remember, when I first met Jessica, she had long blond hair and she stared into my eyes much longer than is normal, knowing my thoughts. I was wondering what was out there. She said telepathically. ‘No, you don’t want to know what is out there.’ She said some of those black hats are ghoulish killers, worse than any of the worst murderers we have on this planet.” 

Thorpe noted, “Now, the four types of aliens that we know about are only the tip of the iceberg, I’m sure. Going on what we’ve already established, the Nordics seem to be here to help us complete our mission, but we are still questioning some of their motives. The seven-foot- and four-foot-tall gray aliens seem to pose little to no threat, but, certainly, they are not here to progress our species.” 

I replied, “Yeah, all we’ve got on them is that they need to learn how to fly their saucers in a thunderstorm.” That was followed by a stint of laughter. 

I continued, “My main concern, and I’m sure yours too, is why the hell are the Nordics pushing us to the Moon, but these damn Reptilians, who seem to look like the Nordics, are throwing wrenches into the gears? There is so much that we don’t know.” 

Shawn said, “Hey, Bill, you’re going to like this: here comes Connie in a mini; she is my favorite here. And she is no fucking Reptilian; look at those knockers and those legs. She dropped her napkins, Bill, and she’s picking them up with that cute bottom of hers right in your face. Hey, you guys, I’m in trouble again. What’s a Reptilian?” 

2 NASA Stuff 

During my 8:00 a.m. NASA briefing break, the H-1 Rocket Engine Program Manager was talking to the J2 Program Rocket Engine Manager. “How does this operation really work?” 

“What operation?” 

“Well, Tompkins works for Rocketdyne, right?” 

”Yes.” 

“He’s also on NASA’s top Mission Control, Launch Control and Facilities Control Committees.” 

“Right again.” 

“So, how can he tell us what we need to investigate on our engines’ test projects?” 

”Hey, bud, he is corporate here and he also takes his input from Dr. Debus, the head of everything in NASA. I, for one, am not going question anything Tompkins says.” 

“Well, yes I guess you’re right; especially when it’s in writing, fresh from NASA.” 

3 Douglas Key Club 

THREATENED BY DOUGLAS SECURITY. THE KEY CLUB CONTROL 

The control problem we had at Douglas continued while at Rockwell; people kept calling me late at night, threatening all of us if we would not keep quiet concerning the Douglas Key Club. I, of course, had contacted my stepfather back east - who was a medical doctor, surgeon, and CEO of a Pittsburgh hospital, and also very involved, politically, in his state. I had informed him on conditions surrounding my departure from Douglas. He had contacted several powerful Congressmen and informed them of all the details. They then contacted the FBI, who was very concerned because of the high security violations involved. An investigation was initiated by the FBI and later by the CIA. Naval Intelligence agents at Douglas Corporation contacted Engineering, Security, Field Operations at DAC and subcontractors. Also NASA, Boeing, North American Rockwell (and Rocketdyne and many NASA Sub Contractors.) This continued for several years with very little information disclosed to the public. 

As one of the mission tradeoff configurations, we used an advanced Apollo type vehicle that was configured with 8 H-I rocket engines for the first two stages, 4 H-1’s for the third stage, 2 H-1’s for the fourth stage and 1 H-1 for the eight-man Command Module to support the early Naval exploratory planetary missions. We realized that liquid rocket vehicles would suffer with fuel Tank storage space. That even if we got the Post Nova Vehicles off the ground, for these deep space missions, that the amount of fuel, thrust power needed for lift off and then exit earth orbit would be greater than the physical space for fuel Tanks that we could provide in their structure. It will require a pit stop at our gas station on the Moon to get to Mars. Other configurations utilized gimbaled engines in multiple stages with similar problems. This was when I started pushing the Douglas Think Tank unconventional propulsion schemes using anti-gravitational propulsion. Over at Rocketdyne. 

The Rocketdyne people had already made a major commitment for space engines in establishing Nucleonics as a separate division, experimenting with nuclear propulsion. I thought that I was not well accepted in this atmosphere and must maintain a low profile. 

Testing for theses massive rake mounted nuclear space ship engines took place at our Jackass Flats test center in Nevada, near the military’s nuclear bomb testing facilities and the White Sands Proving Ground test range in New Mexico.

NOTE: The last two probes to Mars in 2005 used the old Douglas Thor IRBM missiles with J-2 rocket engines that had been deployed in Europe during the Cold War. They were designed and built back in 1954. They were, and still are, one of the most reliable rockets boosters ever built and operated. NASA launched them as first stage boosters and got the second stage to orbit with successful stage separation. Then the second stage, our Douglas Think Tank ion engine, kicked in for the Mars missions. This is how the U.S. got to Mars in ’05. The rovers are still exploring Mars, picking up rocks and sending back excellent photos. The most recent launch to Saturn was also propelled there using our Douglas Think Tank design ion propulsion schemes. That mission was so precise that the ion propelled probe went right through Saturn’s rings. And then over into to its Moon orbit.

CHAPTER 26 

                                           IF WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO USE NUCLEAR 

Talking to Tiffany, later, I said, “If we are going to use nuclear propulsion for our spaceships then the big bugaboo is still an unanswered problem. Insulation for radiation and the thickness of the lead required to protect personnel and electronic systems on board any large aircraft or space ship. 

“Tiffany, Commander Colon Smith of ONR keeps hitting on me with what Oppenheimer did on the nuclear bomb Manhattan Project. Single-handedly, he developed a method to isolate the nuclear power plant. He did it in three years, for our first nuclear propelled submarine U.S.S. Nautilus program.” 

“So, why can’t you hotshots at Rocketdyne get me one of the Douglas Navy space battle cruisers with nuclear propulsion? Billy, just tell Colon to back off. Oppenheimer didn’t do it by himself; it was accomplished in a completely isolated town in the Utah desert with 700 people including entire families. But this technical effort resulted in the highest number of suicides and divorces of any military development program in our history.”

 “Wow, Tiffany; you have done your homework.” 

Talking to the Commander later that day, I said, “Actually, Colon, your submarine is the closest vehicle to the Douglas space battle cruisers, because it is a completely enclosed ship, operating in a liquid like the vacuum in deep space.” 

I added, “The Rocketdyne materials lab has been unable to convert lead into sealed balsa wood; the lead is still so heavy we still can’t lift the damn thing off the ground and you know it, Commander, so get off my back.” 

Colon replied, “Well, just coming over to your office every week to stick it in and turn it softens my temper a bit.” 

I replied, “Oh, who is kidding who? Your Office of Naval Research types make all kinds of excuses to hold the meetings in my conference room, to ogle Tiffany and Brittany’s hot little asses. I’ll bet you guys go right back to your hotel rooms and pull it all night long.” 

“Bill, do you really have threesomes with them every Friday night, like the guys say back inside the beltway?” 

Getting back to it, Dr. Jeffery Scolders, the chief of Advanced Nuclear Propulsion, was attempting to explain in his laboratory, to Commander Smith, his theory of operation of their very large liquid rocket combustion chamber, using a dilute fuel comprising .1% uranium 235, dissolved in a solvent of hydrogen peroxide. “Now, using a cross section of my data, a chain length of 20,000 fissions per initial neutron is needed to supply my desired amount of energy.” 

Colon said, “Hold on, Doctor; you are getting ahead of me now.” 

Tiffany was giggling in the background. 

Dr. Scolders said, “Well, I am talking about the conditions needed for this. I am saying that this chain length is impractical.” 

“I get it.” 

Tiffany whispered in my ear, “No he’s not.” 

Dr. Scolders went on. “A reduction of chain must be sought for by altering the basic conditions used as assumptions, such as the pressure of the burning gas changing the character of the dilute fuel from a true solution to a colloidal suspension of the fissionable component. May I also point out that the effects calculated herein are independent of critical mass effects, and will be susceptible to our bench scale apparatus here as a check on my calculations.” 

Tiffany, holding her pussy, whispered, “He is getting blue in his face.” 

“This will use direct heat exchange from the enriched pile to the rocket feed liquid or gases. Do you understand now, Commander Smith?” 

“Well, yes, Doctor, ah, you explained it very well; thank you for updating me.” Tiffany said. “He didn’t get it. It’s almost time for chow, Bill. Would you like to join us, Commander?” 

A week later I was a little late meeting Tiffany at a restaurant. Dr. Dwayne Horton, the Nucleonics Division VP, had left a message for me to call him using his nickel at their systems test center in Nevada. 

Tiffany was still pissed because I was late for lunch. “Where the fuck have you been, William?” she snapped. She only calls me William when she is really mad. Her eyes were burning red. I found out later that some Nordic hotties have the ability to make us mortals think that their eyes turn orange-red when they really don’t. 

Tiffany went on, “I have already paid our bill with a big tip for holding the fucking table here. Have you been feeling up Brittany’s legs again? Did she forget her thong panties? You know I have seen you two sitting next to each other, supposedly reviewing one of your hobbies, and your hand never stops on Brittany’s legs. Oh, I saw you early this morning; she was letting you look up her mini skirt. She was standing on that chair in the classified file room. Oh my god, you used that cot in the store room behind the file room. Say something, you fucking prick.” 

”Mmmm.” 

“I called you over at Nucleonics at 10:00 a.m. this morning and Lindsay said you never showed up for your 9.30 meeting with Dr. Horton’s new Assistant - what’s his name? - an Air Force General. And nobody could find that bitch Brittany all morning either. Damn, William, have you been fucking her all this time? Don’t just stand there with your finger up your ass; say something.” 

I replied, “You know, Tiff, you really look cute standing there, in that mini dress, with both fists on your tiny waist, and those long sexy legs spread like that; I really love it.” 

“William, you son of a bitch, that stuff won’t cut it this time, and don’t call me Tiff.” 

“Back off honey. I called Dwayne and put out the Nevada fire. They were reviewing Dr. Debus’s requirement’s and had gotten hung up on three different conclusions, none of which would be acceptable to NASA’s star missions. And no, I didn’t fuck Brittany this morning. But, now that you mention it, I had forgotten about that cot and that Brittany likes to be on top.” 

“What do you mean, on top of what?” 

“And I was the one that pointed out to you that there’s a cot back there; you only took time to kiss me and went right back to your hobbies. I couldn’t believe it; I had laid down with my legs open.”

I said right back, “Spared; just like right now. Only, we did not have an audience then; like we have now.” Tiffany put her arms around me, with her tongue in my mouth. 

“Oh, you big goof; you have been teasing me all the time.”

As most of the restaurant patrons clapped. 

1 Rocketdyne and Nucleonics 

NUCLEAR VS. ELECTROMAGNETIC OR ANTIGRAVITATIONAL - AND THE KECKSBURG UFO 

Back in 1954, at the Douglas Think Tank we had given up using nuclear and liquid or solid propellant rockets for our Naval spaceship design projects. We had spent years analyzing our unconventional propulsion schemes documents. I, and others, eliminated nuclear because of inadequate shielding for both the ships crews and the electronic controls. However, for other space propulsion companies and universities, everyone else including even NAA / Rocketdyne spent billions on nuclear research. Like I said, Rocketdyne even created an entirely new NUCLEAR DIVISION called NUCLEONICS. That was one of my hobbies, along with numerous other assignments on the organizing chart. JPL, CalTech, Westinghouse, General Electric: they all designed and built massive, nuclear engines for spaceships. Many were tested at the Jackass Flats nuclear center in Nevada, and White Sands Missile Test Center, New Mexico. 

During a Rocketdyne J-2 engine meeting lunch break that was with the North American Apollo Saturn V, S-II Stage Engineers, one NAA Engineer Jerry Cornel asked, “What do you guys know about those aliens fouling up our missile test programs at White Sands Proving grounds?” 

I asked, “Who wants to know?” 

“Well, I still keep up on the CSI files,” Cornel answered. 

“Dunlap, one of their investigators informed me last week that on December 9, 1965 (reported in A.F. Project Blue Book files) a fireball entered the late afternoon sky near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It had slowed down, moving horizontal and maneuvered left and right several times, landing in some trees at Kecksburg, twenty-five miles southwest of Pittsburgh.” 

“You’re kidding?” Susan, an NAA proposal writer fired back. 

“My sister, Ellen, lives near Kecksburg. She saw it, too; told me hundreds of townspeople witnessed the UFO in the air and on the ground.”

“She described it as a fifteen-foot-long acorn that got imbedded in the ground about a foot. It was lying on its side.” 

“Was she with family then?” Spenser, our electronics engineer, asked.

“No, she was with her girlfriends.”

Susan went on, “Ellen went up to touch it, but didn’t. She could feel heat twenty feet away. It was hot, a red-orange color. Other people got up too close too but then it started to cool. It was radiating blue white light and smelled like rotten eggs.” 

“Rotten eggs: that sounds like sulfur.”

Bob, their system interface engineer said, “The local Fire Department and Sheriff came, then a bunch of Army guys came,” Susan related. 

“Army?” Spencer asked. 

“Do they have an Army base around there?” Susan replied, 

“Ellen didn’t know where they came from, or how so quickly.” 

“She got scared. The Army ran them all out.” 

“Then, the same day, a local radio broadcaster named John Morley started broadcasting the story nationally. After a short time was instructed to stop and his station was shut down.” 

“Boy, this is getting spooky,” Ellen said. 

“We heard that the fireball had been followed by the Air Force; so they came over too. It was unreal.” 

“After that, some men in black suits came over and ran the entire operation. Some of the men in black suits wore NASA shields on their suits.” 

“A lot of us saw them,” Susan related her sister’s concern. 

Looking at me, crossing her legs and wiggling her bottom, Ashley put her two cents in, “Did Ellen think those guys in black were cute?” 

I Ignored her antics. “I asked Ashley to write this all down and get everyone’s comments.” 

Uncrossing her legs, Ashley answered, “I’ve recorded everything up to now, Billy Boy, and yes I’ll pull our cuties’ file for you as soon as we finish here.” 

“Hey, Ashley, I think Ellen was too scared to check them out like that.” Susan answered. 

Susan went on, “At about 4:45 p.m., people a block away heard two unearthly screams that came from the area of the UFO. There were military vehicles all over town.” 

“This was getting really weird.” 

Ellen had told Susan, who said, “They also heard that one uniformed officer told two local eleven year old boys to have them give the wrong directions to all the people that were coming into town, from as far away as Pittsburg to see what was going on.” 

“Ellen said, she didn’t see it, but a lot of people saw an empty flatbed truck driving into the UFO’s area,” Susan went on. “Later, Ellen saw it herself, a flatbed truck driving out of town with a partly covered large long acorn-shaped object on top.” 

“How big was the gopher food?” Ashley asked. 

“Oh, I guess maybe fifteen or sixteen feet long,” Susan answered, remembering her question to her sister. 

“The truck got stopped several times in traffic and people identified ten-inch-high Egyptian hieroglyphics, all around the smooth copper-colored back outer ring.”

 I asked, “Did your sister see the hieroglyphics, Susan?” 

“Yes; well, no. I mean there were a lot of military all around it where she was when it went by, but yes, she did see some big thin-lined lettering, but not close.” 

“Now listen to this,” Susan added. “It’s really spooky. I understand that the radio broadcaster, John Murphy, was recently killed in a strange hit and run sideswipe auto accident just outside Santa Barbara, California.” 

“Yes, that’s right,” Carl said. 

“That’s what our DM-18 Thor engineers at Vandenberg said too,” Susan added. 

2 Neosho 

I was concerned that the Rocketdyne production plant in Neosho, Missouri, was incapable of meeting Dr. Debus’ high production mission launch schedule. Tiffany was waiting for me, with all my documents and two first-class round trip airline tickets to Oklahoma. She said, “Billy, I hate tha

t humidity back there in the middle of nothing, but at least we can screw six nights in a row.” She was always trying to get me to spend a three-day weekends at Las Vegas. And I always had an excuse. 

I told her, “Cancel one of those tickets, Tiffany; I’ve got to do this one alone.”

I was talking to the J-2 Rocket engine Program Director, Phil Jayson, about one of my hobbies, his Saturn J-2 Stage engine. It was still bothering me. 

I asked, “Why did NAA select Missouri to build their production rocket space engines?” 

He answered, “We did not want it in that humid location, either. But NAA Corporate could save big bucks. I think Les Focken - on the board - owns half of the state. And, Bill, he’s never even been there.” 

I said, “Phil, the Air Force has got you guys also using the Rocketdyne Neosho Missouri engine manufacturing factory for the J-2 on their WS-315 Douglas IRBMs, Atlas ICBM and other missiles?” 

“That plant is right in the middle ‘tornado alley.’”

“ “Well, yes, Bill.” Bending over and speaking low, he said, “You never heard it from me; but through the grapevine, some Democratic Congressmen are also in on the take.” 

“As you know, Phil, I redesigned the NASA’s Apollo complex 39 vertical assembly structure, the largest building on the planet and the launch and mission control centers. See the nearby sketch as part of the briefing to NASA, ensuring the vertical position at all times. We insisted that all the production buildings be stressed to accept Mark 7 hurricanes.

“This was to ensure a year-round production launch schedule with minimum holds (launch delays) in any type of weather. We even got them to throw out their Apollo Saturn V on its transporter barge that would have to have been pushed in a canal by a tug boat from the vertical assembly building out to one of the launch pads. And as you know, Phil; we are now using a tractor-powered transporter on a freeway.” 

With a chuckle, Phil added, “Freeway, hell; your transporter’s maximum speed is one mile an hour and the NASA cops are out every day.” 

All kidding aside, I added, “This Moon and Mars thing is a massive program with Apollo and NOVA production missions to continue until nearly 2000. Knowing the number of extremely bad weather conditions that occur every year and their destructive power, what justification is there in building the engine production for all these launches in tornado alley?” 

“Back off, Bill; you know the answer: under the table money. Now, get your ass back there and determine what needs to be done to provide production capability.” 

When I arrived back at my office, Tiffany was waiting with my tickets in hand. She said, “We couldn’t get you on one of the corporate Sabrejets. So, we reserved a commercial flight out of LAX to Kansas City where you will get a rental car, and drive to Neosho. Let’s go. I’ll drive you to the airport, now, and pick you up on the way back.” 

Knowing that I was reviewing the Neosho engine plant and its capability to expand to accommodate Dr. Debus’ massive production missions to the Noon and Planets, Tiffany said, “Be prepared Billy; the Neosho realtors will have already doubled the price of the dirt around our J-2 manufacturing plant.” 

I was on a DC-7 to Tulsa where I rented a car and drove down to Neosho. Next time, I’ll fly in to Dallas and drive up to Neosho in half the time. Checking in the hotel that night, the air was heavy and it seemed very humid. Grabbing a cup of coffee early the next morning, I drove out to the plant. Earl Bokovy, the Neosho Plant Manager, met me at their gate and invited me into his office for another cup of coffee. He was a little put back at my being there, not really knowing what some corporate type big shot was up to. He treated me royally, personally giving me a complete tour, an all-day review of their entire rocket engine manufacturing plant. 

“Mr. Tompkins what are you really looking for, to shut us down and move the engine manufacturing back to Van Nuys?” 

“Well, Mr. Bokovy, why don’t you call me Bill, and I call you Earl?” 

“Fine, Bill.” 

“Can we go someplace private?” 

“Yes; it’s 5:30 p.m.; let’s head out to my cruiser.” 

“Your cruiser - you’re a long way from both oceans.” 

“Got it on the pond; can make it out there in half an hour.” 

During the fast drive, mostly on two-lane crooked roads, I said, “There are several doors open to the outside of your plant that can be left open while the engines’ equipment is being moved to other shops. Has this been a problem in contaminant components?” 

“Wow, I knew it; you’re not Corporate, you’re an engineering inspector.” 

“Picky, picky,” I said, laughing. 

“You’re partly right, Earl. And, yes, we have to talk.” 

We entered the yacht marina parking lot and Earl pulled his Cad into his reserved space. “I am impressed; your pond looks like it is over fifty miles long out through those trees.” 

“Well, I can get her up to about 28 knots for two days and still not hit the other end.” 

We walked past an elaborate boat club overlooking about three hundred power- and sail-boats to a large white cruiser with blue canopies. Three girls in string bikinis met us at the gang plank. 

Dean Martin was singing over the com system, “Hi. Earlie.” Girls swayed their cute bodies to the music. 

“Who is your cute friend?” Jane, the adorable brunette, asked. 

Earl answered, ”This is Bill; you girls be nice to him.” 

Grabbing my arm, the redhead, Susan, pulled me into a really tight hug, as the blond took off my coat and tie. It was hot and humid, but somehow seemed comfortable. Another girl got up from lying on the elaborate couches and went inside the large aft cabin. She came out with a tray of champagne glasses for everyone. 

Earl said proudly, “She has two cabins and can sleep eight.” 

Susan, the redhead, grabbing one of the champagne glasses said, ”Party time - everybody inside; let’s dance.” Giggling, she grabbed one of the other girls and started gyrating very luridly. Clicking their glasses and spilling the three drinks, all the girls started swaying to the music and dancing. 

I said to Earl, “I thought we were going somewhere we could talk?” 

Earl, with one arm around Jane, and holding his drink high with the other, saluted in answer. “First things first, Bill.” 

Other girls powered up the twin engines and we cruised the pond until 2:00 p.m. It turned out there were three other guys and a total of ten girls on board for the party. I am not quite sure how it happened, but we all ended up at a very large exclusive estate. This home was like a European castle. We had all driven over there in the early morning and slept till noon. My room was elaborately furnished with a full, marble, open shower- bath that I used. I don’t know where they came from, but my closet was complete with a full wardrobe, including a tux. Not knowing what the other guests were wearing I picked an embroidered white shirt and blue sport pants. Opening my door I walked down a long, wide, high-ceiling hallway, decorated with nude statues. I found other early risers, out on the veranda near a massive pool, eating brunch. Earl was there, with Jane, in a different, juicy bikini and four-inch high slippers. 

“Join us Bill,” she said. 

“Thank you, Jane; it is absolutely beautiful out here. However, I am a California guy and it’s a little too humid for me outside.” I passed through that elaborate cocktail lounge overlooking the pool on my way. “I am heading up there. Catch you later.” 

“Hold on; you’re right,” said Earl. “Bill, it is really hot out here this morning even in the shade. I’ll join you.” 

“You guys go ahead; I am hitting the pool,” Jane said. 

Sitting comfortably, now in the secret upper lounge waiting for our coffee, Earl said, “Give it to me; what is the bad news? Congress has pulled the funding on Apollo?” 

“No, but you are partially right; they found out about your castle here and are firing all of you.” 

“Hey, Bill, this isn’t my castle. In fact, I really don’t know who owns it. A secret group holds rituals here and some of the people don’t look like they are from here.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“They’re in hoods; not human. The whole operation is off limits. We have very limited privileges when they have meetings.” 

Just then, this gorgeous, nude thing brings our coffee. ”I am Tara; here for your needs.” 

Nothing else just four-inch, silver heels. She is fabulously smooth, so nothing is offensive. With a cute smile, she looks straight into my eyes: ”Sugar and cream, sir?” 

”Oh, yes, Bill, I forgot to tell you: all the beautiful cocktail girls in this area are nude. Yes, shaven down there; unbelievable.”

 I thought it was a good thing I didn’t bring Tiffany with me; she would never understand. This really is an unbelievable situation. 

Again: “Sugar and cream, sir?” 

I didn’t know how to answer or where to look. I still couldn’t speak. 

“Yes please.” 

Somehow, I knew what her next question would be - and it was. “What else can I do for you, sir?” she said. 

“Nothing right now.” 

Pivoting around, with one arm in the air, and holding her small silver tray, she answered, “I’ll be back in ten for whatever you need.” As she slithered away, those long legs and beautiful little cheeks moved up and down; it was unbelievable. 

“Nice atmosphere Earl; but you seem to have a hard time finding a place to talk,” I said. 

”Your manufacturing plant is appropriate for low Apollo mission launches with some changes for reliability, such as your open-door contamination problems. However, the plant is totally inadequate for Dr. Debus’ massive production to support two to five Saturn and NOVA launches per day through to 1995.” 

Spilling his coffee, Earl said, “Holy cats, Bill; what are you saying?” 

“I am defining the requirements for a massive automated rocket engine production manufacturing facility. I have conceived this plant as a one-story white room with hundreds of subsystem assembly lines. All personnel will wear white room clothing and gloves to prevent contamination. Not just contamination of all of our engine components; we must provide a reliability of one hundred percent for the Apollo and NOVA spaceship launches. We must all be concerned about contaminating the elements on the surface of the Moon, the planets, their Moons, and the asteroids. Do you, Earl Bokovy, have any idea of what we are doing here?” 

“I had no idea Bill; it’s astounding. Your factory can’t even be a prototype for this production plant. Until I am able to provide the Navy and NASA with an antigravity propulsion system that will operate reliably, we are going to have to utilize the current Rocketdyne family of J-2, H-1 and attitude control motors.” 

“Bill, finish your coffee and let’s get out of here. We’ll get rid of most of the girls; just bring June and Susan. Drive back over to the yacht club marina and have dinner on my cruiser, out on the pond, where its private and we can talk.” 

“Sounds good, Earl; let’s go.” 

The two girls, still wearing their string bikinis - one to pilot the boat and one to cook - hopped into the Cad and we headed for Earl’s cruiser. Approaching the yacht club, the entire swamp area of thick green trees and bushes started to turn white. The closer we got to the moist ground near the entry, the whiter it got. Getting out of the car we walked out on the pier, noticing that the entire marina of powered and sailboat masts were completely covered with white spider webs. Everything was covered with thick, white webs. Earl’s cruiser was completely covered. One of the girls ran ahead and tried to wipe a path down the walkway. 

She starting screaming, “This is a really bad one.” Both girls started wiping the spiders and webs off their bare legs. Earl yelled for them to get back; the cobwebs were sticking to our shoes, it was so thick. We wiped it off with clothes from the Cad’s trunk and got inside the car as the spiders started to web around the tires. 

Driving back to town, Earl said, “This is a really bad one. We get the webs every year on and off for several months, but normally not this bad.” 

I said, “The atmosphere around here is not conducive to the manufacturing of sophisticated space white room propulsion equipment. If we build our NOVA and Apollo production here, the plant has got to be a completely sealed white room facility with bad weather, double doors at all openings. It must also be designed on a modular basis to accept change, as I am recommending for everything on this galactic penetration program.” 

3 Leaf Ericson Advanced Technology 1967 

With her hands on her hips and glaring at Tiffany, Brittany came in my office, stamping her 4 inches on the floor and saying, “There are fifteen different, major projects in advanced technology that you, Bill, are assigned, and you have only let me brief you on six of them. I know you were dropped in the middle of many other burning problems, but you have got to take your hand out of that fucking bitch’s pussy and spend the next three weeks with me and establish operational priority on all fifteen. Then get your ass over to the spook lab tomorrow morning.” 

Ignoring Brittany, Tiffany turned to me, licking my fingers. 

“What’s a spook lab, Billie?” Brittany asked. 

“You are not cleared to offsite stuff, you little tramp, and even if you were, this spook stuff is way over your tiny little brain.” 

“Quit wiggling your ass at Billie.” 

“This is a private Apollo meeting,” Tiffany said. “I’m responsible for Bill’s entire itinerary, so call me next month and maybe I’ll squeeze you in next year.” 

“Okay, girls. That’s enough for now,” I said. “Brittany, give us twenty minutes to finish up here and I am yours.” 

“Finish up what? How do you let that cunt talk you into fingering her to climax? How many times has she come already?” Brittany said. 

“She is gone now.” Tiffany continued. “I did snoop around, about your question as to how many of the tasks on your chart Would possibly be projects that were back-engineered from retrieved alien vehicle systems. Reverse engineering, what stuff did we get?” 

Tiffany continued, “Actually, Rocketdyne has been back-engineering German V-2 rockets motors since World War II.” 

“Stop giggling.” 

“But you, Billy, already know that didn’t you, sweetie?” 

“Reverse engineering of whose alien equipment?” I asked. 

“From what little I know about other alien population’s star ships,” Tiffany carried on. 

“What stuff?” I asked. 

“There’s just got to be a big box full of different alien civilizations out there, in just my neighborhood, and that’s only in the Andromeda Galaxy. So Billy, you guys here on this puny little planet have at least forty UFOs, mostly from different alien civilizations.” 

“How do you know that?” I asked. 

Ignoring me again, Tiffany continued. ”So, you, Billy Boy, have got to get your fucking act together and help that bitch, Brittany, do her job.” 

“There, I have said it; I have completely defined another of your hobbies for you. Aren’t I great?”

“I am amazed.” 

“Well, Billie Boy,” Tiffany went on, 

“I couldn’t shut her up.” 

“If my little escapade here is in any way right, every project except liquid rockets is in some way tied into thrust hardware controls and systems that have been removed from at least twelve different types of very advanced alien spaceships. Really, way out stuff for you guys. All but three of the over sixty Rocketdyne labs scattered all over the western states are involved, mostly offsite facilities.” 

“Bill, Brittany is right; you got to get over to their 009 Lab; it’s one of twelve really spooky laboratories.” 

“Dr. Erickson, it’s funny, Bill; his first name is Leif, too. He is Director of that lab; he is such a sweetie And he told me, Bill, that some of this equipment may be designed by civilizations that are technically thousands of years more advanced than us.” 

“What do you mean ‘us’? Isn’t some of the hardware Nordic? Your stuff?” 

“Well, yes, Billie; but I think of me as one of you guys. Isn’t it more juice that way?” 

“Yes, you really are, Tiffany,” I added. 

“Billy, remember none of us - you call us ‘Nordic types – are ever going to design it for you. We will suggest a possible way, but you guys have to pick up the fucking ball and run with it.” 

“Okay, little girl, you made your point and I love some of your suggestions. Like what you tell me with your beautiful blue eyes and that little mini dress.” 

“Well, yes Billy,” Brittany came back. “I know about your sending Tiffany on that snooping safari last week. And you know I will never admit it to her, but Leif and Bob Thornton both told me that she is a sweetie. Nice girl and really sharp; that both of them are glad that you have us two to keep you on the right star track.” 

Brittany and I spent the next seven hours, most of it at night, going over her Vehicle 7924 propulsion and other control files.

At 7:00 a.m. we drove way out and met Dr. Leif Erickson inside the second security door lobby of 009 Lab. Leif is a very tall, blond hunk, with a very warm attitude. As he stretched his right arm out to shake my hand, he put his other arm around Brittany’s little waist, hugging her and causing her hot little mini dress to rise even higher, exposing her adorable little bottom, to the enjoyment of the security guards. Dr. Robert Thornton, the Director of 0011 lab, was waiting in the conference room with his assistant, Bart De Felt, and his document control manager, Laura York. 

Brittany whispered in my ear, “Billy, I knew you would like sexy Laura,” who was pouring coffee for us. “Dr. Leif said that he had the pleasure of meeting your Douglas’ Dr. Klemperer three years ago at a Navy program briefing and was very impressed with his knowledge of alien technology.” 

After introductions all around and plenty of donuts, which was really a help because Brittany and I had no time for breakfast, the lights dimmed and Laura briefed us on all seven lab projects at this offsite facility, defining each area of investigation. Paying attention to my reception of her presentation, Brittany was getting jealous again. She whispered, “Stop looking at her boobs; she’s getting hot for you.” 

“Hey,” I whispered back, “it’s not my looks that the girls are always obsessed with; it’s my power, position and control that they are attracted to.” 

“I know it’s a little warm in here, but pay attention to what she is telling you and not how tight her little shorts ride up the crack in her ass.” 

”Hey Brit, you liked it, too.” Leif said, 

“Laura will open the door that we don’t give to our regular visitors. Laura was presenting us (me) with a full Navy (operational report) account of Rocketdyne entire alien technology propulsion spaceship studies that brought us up to date on their latest evaluations, even defining clean alien propulsion systems, and some very rough dirty systems and the materials that they were made of - also the extremely hard tasks of copying their systems and materials. 

Leif said, “Copying the German V-2 rocket motors back in the early days was simple compared to this alien equipment.” He added, “Since 1959 we have acquired a sizable level of extraterrestrial space vehicle parts, including high energy light weapons; but primarily in their diversified propulsion systems. However – and, Bill, you were probably aware of these even before we had to cope with them - some of these vehicles are like alive, like a temporary configuration. Two others are not built of metal, but of composite and epoxy-like materials. There are major problems, even for us, in most of the alien hardware. Now, the direct atomic drive, solar thermopile power system, electromagnetic, electrically accelerated ion, and electrostatic generators, all have been reversed to some extent. But the ionic, with many ion guns in parallel on one space vehicle and photon, gravity amplification, ion gun, laser and antigravitational, antimatter reaction systems have been, as Laura has said, extremely difficult projects to achieve working systems that will operate reliably during testing.” 250s

He added, “We, ourselves, have conceived and invented some variants of these and many others but…” 

Dr. Thornton interrupted, “There seems to always be a ‘but’ in the non-human stuff. Their diversified controls complicate our progress in achieving successful propulsion systems operations.” 

Laura asked. “Tiffany you didn’t tell Bill about little Willie’s control panel, did you?” 

“That’s my secret,” Tiffany said. 

“Why do you guys call him little Willie?” Laura asked. 

“Because he doesn’t have one.” 

“One what?” 

“Cause he doesn’t have a pecker.” 

“ No big cock?” 

“How does he do it?” Laura asked, with a smile. 

“What are you girls talking about?” Leif asked. “They’re both pulling your leg, Bill, some of the gray guys don’t have sex organs.” 

Tiffany asked, “How can I tell the difference? They all look the same to me.” 

“I don’t want to waste time, hooking up with one and when I get up between his legs thinking about Billy’s big stiff thing with my mouth watering, pull his jocks off and really get disappointed seeing he is a fucking pussy.”

Laura said, “Oh Tiffany, you are such a stupid slut.” 

“I know you will hook up with anything, but, you’re not hooking up with a pussy; those types of grays are made in a bottle.” 

Laura said, “But many other alien species have lots of fun with sex, like we do.” 

Tiffany said, “Well, now, I can see why this alien thing is so serious. I think if they all came here and took us over, my life as I know it would be over; no cock to lick.” 

Leif added, “Let’s get back to the alien propulsion systems that we have been involved in.” 

Leif went on, “In 0011 lab we are looking at a low powered test rig that simulates one of their gravity amplification systems that is used on several types of alien space vehicles. The unit under test (UUT) usually consists of three amplifier heads located in the boiler plate test rig ship’s control center that you can see there - those silver boxes up on top. And, now, if you look sort of straight in from our side up a little, you are viewing the lower area that simulates a lower power room. You can see that there are three amplifier sensing and focusing mechanisms that are sort of barrel-shaped containers.” 

Laura said, “It is hard to see them in between all of the support structure and instrumentation; but the three sensing and focusing units are directly under the three amplifiers that are separated by the simulated EMI isolating floor.” 

Brittany replied, “They are those copper-collared barrel-shaped container things that look like a footrest ball on the central floor. In the middle is their little reactor, and its waveguide terminator is in the middle.” 

Tiffany said, “Has a permanent erection.” 

Leif added, “This type of propulsion has two modes of operation: omicron for short range horizontal flight and delta where the vehicle tilts up to ninety degrees and flies in a vertical mode for longer missions. We installed two big size seats, locked in on the upper deck so we can tie in our operators when we rotate the test rig unit ninety degrees, simulating long missions.” 

I asked Leif, “At what level speed do they make in their test runs?”

“Well Bill, we only pull to 2.4 percent here, but as you were told in your secret program briefing in our all systems tests at Jackass Flats in Nevada, we nearly ripped the vehicle right off the test stands.” 

Laura said, “Come on Leif; let’s show them thoughts to the units in the 0021 Lab. These are my favorites.” 

“I have never been allowed in there, Leif.” Britney said. “I know you like my long legs, and so can I go too?” 

“Well, yes, but, I like your entire configuration, but, no, you can’t go in.” 

“Well, I have heard stuff about those things in there and I even heard that Laura wants to ride on one in just her snorkel and string thong. That technician told me that she wants to fly it from here over to Santa Monica and dive it underwater all the way over to Catalina Island.” 

Laura jumped in, “I have already done it, so there.” 

“Back off girls,” Leif said. 

“Brit, you have been cleared for all the labs, all year.” 

Britney said, “That bitch, Laura, has kept me out all along.” 

“Okay, okay,” Leif went on. “Let’s go in.” 

He explained there were actually three test stands in 0021, all with different levels of alien spacecraft that operate in low orbit air and sea like fish. They are deployed in a drop mission from their mother ship. They are of a wing/body configuration. 

Britney said, “This one has no fuselage and no seats. What’s that, uh, a mattress lying on the floor in the big open cabin?” 

“Laura, did you steal my mattress off the storeroom cot and bring it out here? Oh, my God, you little cunt, you have been fucking Leif, simulating the mile high club in an alien spacecraft.” 

Laura said, “I’ll never tell.” 

Leif went on, “They are similar to a manta-ray with shark fin stabilizers on the upper outer wing tips. They are configured for two to six, small personnel and appear to be operated on recon missions. They are piloted by one or two personnel with an extensive pilot control panel. The alien pilots use their fingers pressed on the control panel surface to guide it. You can see that some stations have extensive view screens facing outboard to the side. That’s for mission operations. All spacecraft have sensors in the upper nose bay; some have light beam weapons in the sensor bay. They all have a very small reactor located in the middle of the crew compartment, more like a footrest. It’s got a cover over it and is smaller than a watch. 

“Radiation has never been a problem. The bottom of the vehicle is made up of excitable hexagon thrust plates similar to our proposed solar cells on our sun-powered satellites. The cells are larger in the forward plate wings and considerably smaller in the aft section.” 

“Never mind about that hexagon thrust shit,” Britney said. 

“Laura, I’ll bet you laid right down on your belly, with your thong ass way up in the air, advertising when Leif came in and took her little ass from the back. He has even less resistance than you, Bill.” 

Leif ignored her and went on, “The entire vehicle is composed of a flexible composite material. The other two are so heavenly tethered and instrumented for limited testing of lift, role and thrust that you can hardly make out their shape. When energized (under power} the lift cells on the entire bottom glow orange.”

Leif concluded, “Now, Bill, it’s up to you; it’s your move.” 

“Well, Leif, I want to thank you and your staff for all the extensive studies. And yes, the ball is in my court. You know, Leif, this is just one of my hobbies that I have inherited here and is a continuation of the incomplete Douglas Naval Blue Water Deep Space Program. I will evaluate what you and others have accomplished. And I will conceive a plan that will encompass all this and Jackass Flats alien things that can be integrated into ONI and ONR alien threats and star mission requirements, primarily using Douglas’s Battle Group Spacecraft Carriers and R class Battlecruisers.” (Several years later this was all accomplished at TRW.) 

It was one of my hobbies to assist the NAA Apollo S-II Stage people in their attempt to utilize their S-II Stage, for future NASA missions to the solar system planets or their moons. This technical effort was fairly simple for me, as I had files full of documents from the Douglas Think Tank to select from. At that time we, in the Tank, had already conceived a file cabinet full of Naval Space Missions and another full of Naval spacecraft ships from spacecraft carriers to spacecraft transports, six years before NASA even existed. A great number of these missions became NASA’s (NAVY) prototype for our next thirty year penetration to solar system planets and stars. 

During design reviews of the Saturn V, North American S-II Stage, I was accompanied by an ex-Air Force General and two other NAA top management guys on the drive to Huntington Beach. I, again, had the advantage of the six-passenger Cadillac with 2 other top Rocketdyne engineering executives on board. We drove to the North American Systems Integration checkout facility, for the S-II stage, to investigate transfer of their stage to the Navy’s ammunition storage facility. Their vehicle, like the Douglas S-IVB, was to be loaded on a Navy landing dock ship, which the Marines usually use for landing assaults, and then transport the completed stage down the Pacific, through the Panama Canal, and up the Atlantic to NASA’s Cape Kennedy’s launch center. However, a third of the way to Huntington Beach my equivalent at Rocketdyne, Harold Mazes, the ex-Air Force General, was drunk and threw up all over the back seat of my brand new Cadillac I called Corporate and we got a limousine. The general was taken home and we proceeded to the two day transportation review. The general was later fired and I took over his responsibilities. 

4 New Business Plan for Saturn II 

In six weeks we completed THE PLAN. We were to carry out one of Dr. Debus’ assignments; I utilized my heavy naval space studies in conceiving the Apollo NAA S-II stages in a large number of naval missions. These included interplanetary, manned, Mars, Venus, Mercury, and deep space major solar system planets or their habitable moons. I conceived, and they developed naval bases on all of them. 

“Developing a large service module of 22 personnel in the nose cone of the Post NOVA vehicles will increase diversified Navy missions. Similarly, the availability of the improved NOVA truck vehicle rockets into naval scout ships will considerably increase the effectiveness of early solar system, manned naval planetary Moon, Mars fly-by and station missions. It will also increase development of the naval Mars base operation. The sketch nearby shows the scope of the planning, to 1970 and beyond, way beyond even where we are today, and the sketches nearby provide extensive detail for the lunar base planning. 

“Similarly, the availability of the improved NOVA truck vehicle rockets, into naval scout ships, will considerably increase the effectiveness of early solar system, manned naval planetary Moon, Mars flyfly-by and station missions. It will also increase development of the naval Mars base operation. As illustrated, advanced NOVA cargo and living modules will be landed on the Martian surface. As the number of modules available on the surface increases, they will be interconnected to preclude the necessity of the Naval personal leaving the controlled environment when transferring between modules. The first phase Naval base will be on the surface providing surveying for underground second phase base facilities. Consisting of ten major modules, Combat Information Control (CIC) (later C4I), base defense systems, power and communications, central life support, living quarters, mess center, hospital and medical research lab, observatory, logistics support center, transportation support, essentially similar to my Naval Moon base configurations back at Douglas in the Tank.” 

After extensive evaluation of hundreds of research projects, involving every possible concept to unconventional space population and 14 major classes of Naval space ships, from fighter to 2.5 kilometer-long intergalactic battle cruisers, an unsolicited system development plan was conceived and submitted to ONI and ONR, along with countless Apollo/NOVA lunar, planet and star mission projects. I accomplished those missions, several years later, at TRW. 

5 Where the action is 

Noel Crates, my old Douglas Delta-II Thor DM-18 missile Boss who had resigned Douglas after I was fired, had accepted a research position at the TRW space Think Tank at Redondo Beach, near LAX. For years, Noel had also been experimenting with a propulsion concept similar to one of Dr. Klemperer’s electrometric propulsion systems. Using my system engineering he and I had agreed to research and develop it together, and independent of TRW and Rocketdyne.

For years, Noel constantly tried to get me to switch over from North American/Rocketdyne to TRW, saying, “Bill, this is the center of the Galaxy where the action is, it is all happening at TRW. You must get on staff here, there is a lot that they are not aware of that, for some reason, you do understand. There are literally hundreds of classified projects that need your big picture evaluation. Bill, in many areas you are light years ahead of them.” 

“Who is Noel Gates?” Tiffany said, in one of her really soft sexier voices. “He called yesterday for you, acted really mysterious.” 

We were finishing a tough section of Leaf Ericson’s advanced technology report. 

Before I could answer, Britney said, “Yes, Billy, who is that Gates guy, with the really warm voice, I told you of last week?” 

“Back off girls, you don’t need to know everything about my past.” 

I knew that would really get them interested. Report pages flying, they both jumped halfway over the table trying to slap me. I ducked back. 

“You tease us that way every time,” one of them said. Later, after things cooled off, Tiffany caught me in the parking lot, with that silly mischievous smile. 

“Billy, who is he?” I was still not giving in to her. 

“Call him back; tell him I’ll meet him over at the Beverly Hills hotel Friday at 7:00 p.m. Friday came and guess who was setting on my Cadillac’s hood? Yep, hopping down with her mini flying, Tiffany said, “You’re not seeing that Noel guy without me.” 

Noel was a PhD type. I expected to see him wearing his white lab smock. He had let his hair grow out fuller, looking more like Dean Martin - really sharp. He even seemed to be taller and slimmer. He was wearing a tan jacket and tailored slacks. 

He walked right up to us, not recognizing me, “You guys know what she looks like.” 

Everybody in the lobby turned heads, including Noel, who was holding out his arms for a hug. He said, “Bill, what do we have here? She is even more beautiful than Jessica, back at Douglas. Tiffany let go of me and molded into Noel’s hug. 

“What did they do to you at that Tank in TRW?” I asked. Ignoring me and kissing Tiffany’s hand, Noel took her arm and escorted her into the cocktail lounge, like he just bought the hotel. With her nose in the air, like she just won the Miss California beauty contest, Tiff sat down in a booth with a view of the pool and stared into the mystery man’s eyes. 

Noel said, “Bill, way before we worked it, the Army was, in 1943, developing and testing biological warfare. They were developing both offensive and defensive techniques at their Camp Detrick center near the capital in Maryland. I’m up to my elbows, combining it with our microbiology labs, and studying the organisms that are bacteria and some that are lethal viruses.”  

CHAPTER 27 

LAKE TAHOE 1967 

The build-up of momentum on the enormous Moon mission was astounding, with nearly 399,000 people involved throughout the entire country. But some of us felt that strange things were happening in the Apollo Moon program and in advanced space research technological development. Not just the continual operational delays by both the NASA and thousands of contractors, but the horrible problems confronting the nuclear propulsion even at Rocketdyne and Nucleonics. Almost all of space research was encountering insurmountable problems. Not openly, but throughout the space industry. A feeling of indifference was building, as contracts were continually delayed or canceled because of inconclusive answers. 

The never-ending slipping of schedules was unbelievable. Of course, manufacturing management complained that engineering was not capable of foreseeing the concept or design so the company could MAKE PRODUCTION DOLLARS. Rocketdyne manufacturing was just like Douglas.

“That won’t work and we could get by with the old stuff anyway.” 

I, being the person with the most hobbies, like alien stuff, was continually criticized for not spending time on nuclear issues. And the old, reliable military liquid rocket motors was one of the first to go. We were told that “we, manufacturing” were now controlling the division. They were stopping “most of this unprofitable research.” This was something foreboding, sinister, all-inclusive; a pressure to stop this insane push out into someone else’s territory. I could feel it; something massive was thrusting complacency onto our plan to get off the planet. This dumped large numbers of advanced engineering and research personal out on the street, way before we finally landed on the Moon. 

Even before Apollo made it to the Moon and the program stopped, thousands were laid off. Some of the aerospace engineers changed their careers; getting work selling real-estate, moving to other states. That was really difficult because they were not sales people, so they moved onto even lower paying work. This was a tremendous hit on the U.S. economy. 

But, before we landed on the Moon, the powers to be in Nucleonics booted me out the door. They were justifying my exit as being due to lack of support in their camp and my unacceptable interest in antigravity propulsion. 

I had always been fascinated with contemporary art and architecture, having redesigned several homes we owned and sold. The need to move to a better location to raise our three children, in a nice environment away from the congestion of L.A., led me to implement an architectural design firm in central California. 

My family and I had vacationed at Lake Tahoe almost every summer - and for you Easterners it is absolutely gorgeous. Also, the Sequoia National Forest - further south - had its advantages, being closer to Southern California. This was where a sizable number of families were buying lots and having homes built, so we moved up there and rented while I designed a very futuristic glass and white home, cantilevered off the side of a snow-covered, alpine mountain ridge with a near-360 degree view overlooking a lake. When we moved in, we could not believe what a fantastic home this really was. Our three children just loved it. I had located the home at the top of a large lot and had designed a winding, paved road up to the home, with large boulders trucked in and grouped up the hill. 

Things were going fine: our family loved it in the Sequoia National Forest and I was getting more contracts to design both commercial and residential facilities than I could handle. I was recognized throughout the region for my outstanding contemporary architectural design. I was even persuaded to become Mayor of Lake Isabella - and did. 

We planted some pine trees not to lose the views and voila: utopia. With the lot and the house it had only cost nineteen thousand dollars; we just could not believe it because it looked like half a million dollars. I joined the American Institute of Building Design. I got certified and proceeded to design over sixty residential homes and commercial buildings. This required me to establish setting the home / building laying out foundation, elevation, roof and structural plans. I know this sounds foolish but at that time we just loved everything about it. We met so many wonderful people; just like us they were trying to get away from the space collapse. Several of our neighbors still worked part time at the China Lake Naval Weapons Center over the Walker Pass, east of us. Two were geophysicists from CalTech, Dr. Renée Engels, Director of Naval tectonic / seismic studies worldwide, and Dr. Pierre St. Amand, both of whom years later became principals in Land Ocean Space Corporation, of which I was president. 

One very clear night, at 2:00 a.m., I had the need to get up, threw on a heavy robe, and go outside on the west deck, and look up and out across the galaxy. The stars are absolutely brilliant up there. Even though I was bundled really well, I got a strange feeling that something was pushing me back into space - not just into space engineering but out into the galaxy. 

“What the hell are you doing out here in the boonies and nude again?” Jessica screamed at me. “For God’s sake I have only been gone five months and you get fired again! Billy, can’t you keep a job? I continually arrange everything for you to get another top position to manage North American, Rocketdyne for Dr. Debus, and get Nucleonic dumped in the trash and you fucked up again. And William, that was where you could have really contributed to what you guys must do. Get off your fucking planet and help us straighten out the rest of your fucked up galaxy!” 

“Damn it, William! Are you listening to me?” She was looking straight into my eyes, with those big blue peepers and fire in them now. “What are you doing outside in the middle of the night, in the nude?” 

“I am not nude; I have this robe on.”

“I can see everything nice you got down there.”

“But you Jessica; how can you take this cold in that short, sleeveless mini?” 

Hugging me she said, “You turn my warm burners on. But don’t change the subject; what are you thinking, playing architect in the woods when the whole planet is still under the fucking control of those grays and reptilians and they’re pushing it back into the dark ages?”

 “Well…” 

“Shut-up Billy Boy; I have had it with your fuck-ups all the time.” 

“But Jessica…” 

“Don’t ‘but Jessica’ to me, you little shrimp.” She continued: “Okay. Now, here is what we are going to do. I have made an under the table arrangement so you can set up an Apollo mission backdoor mentoring operation at one of TRW’s offsite laboratories. You are still cleared way above top secret. After you get that going you will be assigned a hundred and seventy nine; no; a hundred and eighty nine way out hobbies. They’re also going to turn you into some sort of kingpin wheel; all right, Billy?” 

”Sounds cool to me, Jessica, knowing you will be there.” 

“Not now; maybe later.” 

Several days later the phone rang and I was told that I would receive a notification that I had been accepted for a contractor at TRW Space Systems (the galactic Think Tank science center), at One Space Park, Redondo Beach, California. I was to attend a briefing on Tuesday at 10:00 a.m. I attended the security briefing and was assigned to the Advanced Systems Laboratory as Member of the Professional Staff. Our vacation was over. We sold our white glass dream home and moved to Woodland Hills in the San Fernando Valley.

CHAPTER 28 

CHRISTMAS IN CALIFORNIA 

APOLLO 7, THE FIRST REAL MISSION RW is the most fantastic space Think Tank campus at the tip of this southwest arm of the galaxy. It has been addressing extraterrestrial threats, conceiving Naval space battle groups and weapons to process these threats since 1960. 

I had left home early to beat the construction traffic. I was on Sepulveda Pass that became the 5 Freeway, through beautiful Southern California’s orange groves in the San Fernando Valley, over the hill into Beverly Hills past LAX to the beach. I had just turned my old Caddy in on another new one last week and this sparkling space silver Sedan De Ville was a pleasure to drive, with Rimsky-Korsakov’s surround sound pounding out the way I love it when I drive alone. I love the crystal clear blue sky, white puffy clouds and the blue sea. Entering this campus is always a pleasure. It is invigorating; each day I come in here and return to the future. It’s stimulating; the atmosphere is intoxicating. It’s the most advanced Think Tank on the planet. I am surrounded by the most talented PhD’s in this arm of the Milky Way Galaxy. It is unbelievable; it is the future. 

This campus is One Space Park, Redondo Beach, California. It is absolutely a dream place to be involved with; where all the buildings and laboratories are futuristic crystal white steel and glass with chrome contemporary design, and completely surrounded by Carolina pine-covered landscaping. With four-story high glass entries and cantilevered chrome stars over blue ponds allowing an open view of the entire campus. Oh, yes, thousands of gorgeous girls in string bikinis parading around the beach, just a few blocks from the space center. 

You should see my office, with floor to ceiling glass, wall to wall carpeting, and very contemporary furniture, with a view facing the center park that is overlooking the crystal glass, twelve storey, sparkling, corporate tower. It’s Christmas in California; all the hot guys are in light summer business suits, white shirts and ties or sport jackets and ties. Some wear white lab smocks over their suits. And yes, guys, the uniform of the day for hundreds of all the little hotties is micro miniskirts or very short cocktail dresses. And there are more young wannabe Miss Americas traipsing this campus than in Hollywood, just a few miles away. It’s just like spring break all year long. You figured it out: TRW Space Systems is the number one Think Tank on the planet. 

When I called Tiffany, to tell her all about this galactic playground over at the beach, she gave me the finger over the phone, because - remember - I left her several months ago, holding the smelly bag of alien stuff at Rocketdyne. She was really pissed; said the last thing she would ever do is jump out into the vacuum of space again, and especially with a no-good SOB like me. 

She agreed, however, to meet me at the Beverly Hilton, on Wilshire Boulevard, that night. Tiffany arrived in a pink, near-transparent cocktail mini with matching thong. Her blue eyes were sparkling more than I had ever seen and she nearly crushed me with her hugs. 

“When did you get back from Andromeda?” I asked. “I’ll never tell. But if I hopped over to your office in that TRW thing could I sit on your lap every morning.” It was two years since Lunar Orbiter II and later Lunar Orbiter III launched and reportedly took many photos of a former decaying artificial city on the Moon. These photographs have remained classified. So there is a great deal of interest, here, in these upcoming missions to the Moon. 

Tiffany was now my number one administrative assistant. I drove into the TRW campus and into my reserved parking space. I opened the trunk and removed my attaché case that was busting at the seams. I went straight to Situation Center 0014, the big Think Tank conference room. I had been putting in twelve, fourteen, hours a day, nearly seven days a week on a “Q Level” 1277 Star Mission E7 Project. I am also Founder and Chairman of the TRW Advanced Concept Space Staff, Manager of 2978 JP Energy Systems, senior staff to the Space Systems VP, senior member of the 1212 remote viewing group, Assistant Chair of Special Projects, concept planner and principal briefer to Army Ballistic Missiles General Gates, Commander of Star Wars SDI (Strategic Defense Initiative), senior member of the Navy NAVSPACE, and have seventy-two way out, deep space hobbies. 

Here it is, 1968, in the conference room, station number seven. Tiffany and I are talking to Dr. Frank Conwell, and to several other TRW laboratory experts, whose expertise on 5749 star planetary missions will probably be required later. I am still trying to get these TRW cats to understand the importance of these early Apollo Naval missions, installing the C4I space ship command, control, commutations, computer and intelligence on the Apollo Saturn V Moon Vehicle Command Modules.

I said, “As you gentleman know, Apollo 7 is the first crewed flight of the Apollo spacecraft. One of the mission requirements of this Moon orbiting manned crew launch was to demonstrate command and control of the mission and the Command Service Module (CSM) capability. 

“It is the three-astronaut control center, the coned–shaped unit on top of Bill’s old Douglas S-IVB stage of the Apollos. It is also to demonstrate Command Module rendezvous capability. There is no lunar module on this mission.” 

I had conceived the C3I/C4I Command, Control, Communications, Computer and Intelligence method of mission control operations back in ‘54 at Douglas. 

Nearby is a photograph of the control center I designed after it was installed in the Complex 39. Some of these concepts were on the original NIKE ZEUS anti-missile missile launch control system. I am also responsible for elements of the 5749 Star Wars program, here at TRW. I have implemented that C4I system on every military weapon system since. 

Dr. Conwell said, “Apollo sounds like a military sort of combat spaceship vehicle, not a scientific research vehicle for a peaceful expedition of our Moon.” 

“Well, Dr. Conwell, you people seem to still have a hard time accepting that NASA is a Naval military organization, not a civilian university Moon-rock hunting tool. Everything on the follow-on command service module, including its attitude control thrusters (except for laser weapons that we hoped to have provisions for on follow-on for larger command module Naval CSM’s), will provide capability for strike missions. A limited C3I is now on board (later C4I). With extensive Naval communication satellite support, it will also provide a heavier CSM hardware with almost unlimited control over an entire classified battle space mission. 

Tiffany said, “Like quadrants of space surrounding the planet earth or the Moon. On the present configurations for the return mission, I forgot the CM is also the lifeboat at sea after reentry, parachute and splash down, where the CM commander is now the captain. Isn’t that cute, Dr. Cubic?” 

It hit me again. I said to Tiffany, “We are being gassed by black hat Aliens.” 

“What kind of gases?” “Several gases; one is to get us pacified, to not ask questions. Another is to cause continued retardation of our tissues, organs and bones. This is done internally to prevent us from living longer. Another prevents us from expanding technically and developing the capability of designing the propulsion and Naval space battle cruisers to combat them.” 

“That’s right, but where did you get that from Billy? I didn’t ‘tally’ it to you.” 

“They must be from another one of your Nordic buddies.” 

Stomping her foot, Tiffany said, “I don’t know any Nordic guys. My flash also indicated that the bad guys can send direct messages to individuals, as well as to a large group of people, to put our thumbs in our mouth and not push our advances into space. Make us do things we know we should not do.” 

Banging her foot on the floor again, she said, “Stop it right now; stop, stop, and stop don’t let those fucking Reptilian bastards make you think that way even if that’s true.” 

IT IS OCTOBER 11, 1968, 

Apollo Commander Schirra reported to Houston we are now in a stable moon orbit. Astronaut Don Eisele is now initiating early C3I Phase I and II program simulations, while Walter Cunningham radioed to Houston Control, “There is a Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus, too, sir.” Santa Claus is code for UFO. 

Houston said, “You were instructed not to discuss that.” 

Commander Schirra said, “Look at the size of those alien ships! They are coming in fast at 2 o’clock, straight at us.” 

Cunningham said, “No, they will pass in front of us.” 

Shirra said, “Well, it’s going to be close. Fire the SIV-B and cut them off.” 

“Can’t do that; no time for the restart procedure. Wow, those alien bastards cut right over our heads.” 

Cunningham added, “Our cameras are programmed to automatically focus on any incoming vehicle; they will record all of that.” 

Schirra said, “Damn, hit the replay.” “We got it all, sir.” 

The Manned Apollo 8 spacecraft Command / Service Module (CSM) was transmitting instant TV information, which was produced on board, and which showed operations inside and cameras viewing the earth information, in crystal clear multicolor, on our forward bulked command center screen. We were watching everything that our astronauts Frank Borman, James Lovell and Bill Anders were seeing as it happened. Their lunar command service module was on low Moon orbit and their cameras were slightly fuzzy. Nevertheless, we could see imaged aliens and geometric rectangular structures in several areas on the lunar surface, as they moved in orbit over the Moon. Looking back at it now, we at TRW knew that the aliens were on the Moon almost a year, possibly years before the Apollo 11 lunar module separated from the command module and landed astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin on the Moon, with Michael Collins orbiting above. 

It was 8:30 p.m., on December 21, 1968, when Tiffany interrupted my preliminary program outline to Admiral Bob Shelton, Commander NAVSPACE (Space War) Mission Planning. He and his aide, Lieutenant Dave Kelly, were in civvies; he was in a blue polo shirt and gray tennis shoes and his aide was neat in street clothes. 

“Sorry, Admiral Shelton,” Tiffany said. “Bill, you must take this one.” 

The familiar voice on the phone screamed, “Bill get your ass over here right now, you son of a bitch; you were right, those bastards have got bases on our Moon.” 

I answered with a snicker, “You mean Admiral Sergei Gorbashev, sir?” 

“No, you fucking asshole, aliens.” 

“Yes, sir.” I brought Admiral Shelton and Kelly with me. 

Kelly asked me, “Can we bring Tiffany with us?”

 We drove through nearly every red light on the way over to Com Lab 307, one of dozens of offsite secure facilities in the L.A. area. We all entered the building through security in a hot run. As I explained to them, it was two years since Lunar Orbiter II – and, later, Lunar Orbiter III, launched in 1966 - had reportedly taken many photos of decaying artificial cities on the Moon. I also told them that these photographs have remained classified. It was Dr. John Page, VP and TRW Apollo Program Systems Czar, my boss, who had called me. “The fucking Aliens are already there on our Moon,” he said. “Bill, I don’t believe this. Not the Russians, but aliens from another star, or even a different galaxy. Bill, you were right all along. This changes everything. They’re not going to let us build our 2,000 man Naval Base on the Moon.” 

“Well, I wouldn’t, if it were me,” I said. 

He went on, “Do you people realize what this really means? The entire Apollo production program is in jeopardy. What is their agenda? Look, their spaceship is right next to us, in our Command Module, now.” Kelley said, “That’s our S-IVB sir.” 

Tiffany replied, “That’s not right Kelly; the S-IVB is 100 kilometers out west of us and that alien vehicle is at least 1.5 Kilometers long.” 

Ted Lee, our intelligence project manager, said, “You are right, Tiffany; look at the windows in the upper center.”

John noted, “They are moving into our orbit in a threatening maneuver. There are three of them now. Are they trying to influence and potentially stop all our lunar exploration? What about future human space exploration?” 

“Slow down, Jim.” I said. “All your questions and assumptions have been answered in my Apollo Operation September report that you have read.” 

Jim added, “Well, yes, Bill, but this could stop everything and bankrupt the country.” 

“Bill, are these guys your Grays or Reptilians? Or could they be the twelve-foot praying mantis? Who are we really dealing with? And who the hell are these guys?” (Referring to my Navy guests.) 

“Oh, I saw them sleeping it off on a bench in our campus park this moaning and brought ‘em in for coffee,” which brought snickers from Admiral Shelton. 

“And how did you get them those fucking fake badges? Do you always pick up drunks and then bring them in our classified Control Center?” 

After introductions I said, “Well, boss, I have been concerned about your heart problem; you are letting the aliens get to you. Admiral Shelton, I know you guys are aware of some of the stuff we do here at TRW, so let me try to explain what is really going on here at the Com Center. These cats are the top Think Tank types on the planet; you know that. You also know that I designed the Apollo Complex 39 launch control center at the Cape and NASA’s Mission Control Center in Houston.” 

Tiffany said, “Don’t forget, Admiral Shelton, Bill has been on the Apollo Program at Douglas Think Tank since even before it was born.” 

Dr. Page added, “Bill is one of the few non-NASA type concept experts on Dr. Kurt Debus’ mission / launch operations / planning committees.” 

Tiffany noted, “Essentially, we are redesigning every element of the thirty-year Moon, solar system planets and twelve near star planetary mission production program. Even more important, Admiral, Dr. Debus has over 400,000 NASA and contractor employees working on this thrust into the cosmos.” 

“We are pushing the envelope into missions to the planets and twelve near-star planetary envelopes; so we are kind of ahead of your new Naval star exploratory mission program, Admiral Shelton,” I said. 

Shelton added, “I can’t believe you people are already planning and accomplishing the early missions that we, the Navy, must do in blue water space.” 

I went on, “This simulated control center is located here in our central control lab and also includes two additional major elements of control: (1) my Navy type C4I Center (Command Control Communication Computer & Intelligence), and (2) our Remote Viewing Think Tank Center. This configuration provides us with the capability of instantly receiving all auto and visual information of any event or operation that the NASA astronauts may be involved in, and at the exact time that they are performing it. In other words, like right now, we are in the NASA Apollo Command Module, orbiting the Moon with them, and seeing everything they see and photograph.” 

“That is amazing,” Admiral Sheldon said. 

“Hold on, Bill,” Ted Lee said. “Listen to what James Lovell, our astronaut, is saying.” 

“Mission Control, we have a problem; please be advised that there is a Santa Claus. He is shadowing us and is closing in on us, now, like he is going to push us out of orbit.” 

“This is mission control; you were told not to speak of this. We will review it after you land at debriefing.” 

Tiffany said, “It will be in our flight recorders too, and they are safe now that this alien vehicle is backing off; no need to activate the yaw thrusters to get back in our orbit.” 

“That was close,” Admiral Sheldon said. 

I went on, saying, “Ever since the Gemini 7 mission, when their Astronaut, Frank Bormann, radioed of a bogey tracking him in formation, we have been using your Navy tracking people at Palomar Observatory to assist us in monitoring alien activities in orbits near the Moon. Their activities have been sporadic, but have increased dramatically in the past 3 months.” I added, “We squirt the Palomar stuff into our central computer network and request several mission scenarios and at least two trade-off-studies each, and are presented with numerous questionable intents. So, when we make our first Apollo LEM (Lunar Excursion Module) landing on the Moon’s surface next year we may be confronted by big guns.” 

“Well,” I said, “that’s our TRW statement in a nutshell, Admiral.” 

July 20, 1969. 

Nearly all the same people were in attendance and half of TRW, too. When Apollo 11 LEM was preparing to land on the Moon, the crew transmitted this message to Apollo Mission Control, “Oh, my God, you wouldn’t believe it. These babies are huge, sir, enormous. I’m telling you there are other spacecraft out there, lined up on the far side of the crater edge, sir. They’re on the Moon watching us.” 

And 600 million people all over the earth watched it on TV. After they landed, Neil Armstrong climbed down the LEM ladder and said those now famous words, “One small step for man and one giant leap for mankind. The UFOs are watching us as we are walking on the Moon.” 

And, when Armstrong was photographing Buzz Aldrin’s space helmet, we, in TRW, could see actual ruins of a former civilization, on the lunar surface, reflected in his helmet. The alien voice was very clear. “Finish a total of six of your Apollo missions; take your photos, pick up some rocks, go home, and don’t come back.” 

The NO TRESPASSING sign went up. With the programs over, everybody went home, and nearly all 400,000 NASA and contractor employees got the pink slip. 

1 The plot gets thicker 

The collapse of the Apollo Moon Mars program seemed to be of little concern to the PhD wheels here. It was just as if the entire Apollo Moon program was planned to fizzle out from the start. Like somebody put a pin in the balloon that would again stop our little attempt to enter someone’s territory in the galaxies. Yes, the plot gets thicker. Since 1952, in the old Think Tank at Douglas, they frantically attempted to conceive every possible method to retaliate against the alien threats. We had established, early in those critical days, that it was also imperative that we must develop defense satellite systems, conceive the missions, and design the Naval spacecraft carriers and all the necessary support ships required to support the battle groups. 

First, we had to develop small communications Naval satellite stations in earth orbit, then manned stations in the solar system. Then, get on the Moon and Mars. And, later, build large command stations in our arm of the Milky Way Galaxy. Finally, Naval stations were to be located in the far reaches of the galaxies. 

With essentially no restrictions in the direction of research or limited funding of my open mission, I prosecuted the targets (a Navy term) of what’s necessary to operate in the galaxy: “Talk softly and carry a big stick.” 

Oh yes, many programs at TRW were funded with specific, controlled, military contract dollars. But, I was selected - for some unwritten reason - to assist in conceiving our penetration into the galaxy. And, yes, I was given this beautiful blond thing to help me do it. TRW had literally thousands of highly classified experts, projects and programs in nearly every technical field; they were at my disposal. One of my hobbies was creating Naval communication satellites for various earth orbit missions. Thrusting in that direction, one hobby became thirty-seven hobbies alone. They included a great many different configurations, specific missions, and an entire spectrum of earth orbit stations, extremely large solar system Naval space stations, and space trucks to build them. 

One of these hobbies - that I participated in later, specifically in 1969 - was implemented as the 5208, DSCS II Defense Satellite Communications System. TRW built, tested, launched and deployed two of these DSCS II satellite stations into earth orbit. One covered the entire Indian and eastern Pacific Ocean region and the other covered the Atlantic Ocean. Deployed into earth orbit, the two stations, with requirements for these satellites, were created primary from our naval solar system mission studies. They were not by RFP’s (request for proposals) from the Navy’s Space War operations at Point Loma. 

With some help from me, TRW had continued to implement a major percentage of the Douglas Think Tank programs, including utilizing their documentation. They dispersed those programs throughout the campus into subsystem laboratories that were already studying similar missions. A great deal of this data was inexcusable and I, having personally been working these weapon systems at Douglas, completely reconfigured some of them and converted the programs into unsolicited bids back to the Navy, Air Force or NASA. 

Several of them crossed little-known mission operations. It was necessary to define the class of naval satellite or new space vehicle required. Defining a list of specific threats, both from earth surface and deep space, was developed and implemented. The types were classified from a fixed station, through monopropellant hydrazine propulsion systems, using Apollo attitude control and station, keeping to actual, extended earth orbit manned fighter / attack spacecraft. The acceptance of the possibility that hostile warring earth countries, or alien battle groups, could destroy our satellites initiated extensive studies in a multitude of technical fields. To meet this problem we, (I) conceived naval space fighter, deep space patrol craft, and space communication stations. Numerous, onboard, light ray defense and offense weapon systems configurations were employed. Even moving the portable units, by employing the use of rocket thrusters, was considered. I know it is difficult to imagine. 

2 Sea of Tranquility 

As reported late in 1966, the U’S unmanned space probe, Orbiter 2, passed thirty miles above the surface of the Moon. NASA was attempting to find the most interesting location for our astronauts to land. The onboard camera photographed six pyramid structures that were arranged in a geometrical pattern, in a specific area within the Sea of Tranquility. These objects were arranged similar in plan to the Egyptian pyramids and the three stars of Orion. What is most interesting is that NASA picked that location for our first landing. It is interesting that NASA did not make any public announcements concerning this unusual situation. See the following link: 

http://www.astrosurf.com/lunascan/argosy_cuspids.htm

Our Astronauts were shocked when they landed on the Moon. The first Apollo landing on the Moon resulted in a major shock to the Astronauts. The Landing Module (LEM) actually impacted the Moon surface in the Sea of Tranquility Crater, which had tremendous size vehicles, parked around part of its rim. When astronaut Neil Armstrong made that First Step for Man on the Moon he looked up to the edge of the crater and said, to mission control, “There are other ships here, they are enormous.” My sketch of what I saw on TV is shown here. The public did not hear that statement or see the massive alien starships. Armstrong panned his camera in 360 degree motion all around the crater, the CIA then classified the information as way above top secret. 

The Extraterrestrials put up their “NO TRESPASSING” signs but allowed us to make several other additional Apollo landings, to pick up a few rocks and play in the sand. The actions of the extraterrestrials stopped our plans to build our manned Naval Base on the Moon. Everything stopped, including our similar plans for Mars. We beat the Russians but that was not the only reason we went to the Moon – it was also for a long-term scientific research and development program. But, yes everything stopped. Nearly all of the four hundred thousand aerospace contractors were laid off - not just at Douglas, but at Boeing, Grumman, North American, ITT, CalTech, JPL, and numerous other companies, all over the country. 

Do you understand what was just said? All these four hundred thousand Apollo people were dedicated to the program, using Launch Complex 39 only. (Each person is inherently supported by seven commercial persons for normal living activities.) Therefore, that’s 2.8 million total persons. Furthermore, there were plans for six times as many launch complexes, as well as three NOVA truck complexes. Thus, the total number of people involved would have been about 25 million people for the projects that NASA was developing in detail. Not just to go to the Moon, but to develop everything necessary to operate massive naval vehicles out in the galaxies, and build naval stations on all habitable planets in the solar system. And, people, this was fifty years ago. 

WHAT HAPPENED In just a few months everything stopped? ? ? ? ? 

I am saying it again, this is fantastic. We create the naval missions, designed, built and tested every element necessary to operate massive, U.S. Naval Space Battle Groups out there in the galaxies, way back then. All of a sudden, everything stopped? Did all of our brains stop working? Why did we stop? What the hell happened? 

3 Return to the Moon 1970 

In 1969, the U.S. won the race to the Moon with the Apollo Space Vehicles. Supposedly, our astronauts took their pictures of the craters, picked up some rocks, came home and that was it. Forces greater than the entire United States Government had halted our grandiose plans. But thirty five years later, President George Bush issued a new, bold vision. It was called the renewed Spirit of Discovery, which called for us to use our new Constellation Moon vehicle to go back to the Moon by 2015, the other planets in our solar system by 2020, and the planets of our nearest stars soon after. Who stirred President Bush to take off into space and go to where no man has ever gone before? Why, in February 2010, did President Barack Hussein Obama cancel President Bush’s completed Constellation vehicle? It had been test flown and was ready five years before schedule.

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