The air is cool and fresh in the isolation of the high mountains
Beyond the dust and the desolation of a desert plain
Sandstone buffs surround a scree strewn clearing
Dangerous precipices protect this place from the outside world
No human roads lead to this hidden meeting place
Within the bounds of wonderland; its far away boundaries patrolled
Prying human visitors kept clear of this place by the fear of instant death ...
No clouds break the star light which is intense here
No lights of human cities can interfere with that divine display
The place is isolated; its secrets unseen by an ignorant human race
Few mortals become aware of the secrets and the wonders here
And on this night a common place arrival is scheduled
but for the ignorant the sight would be a momentous revelation
For within the mercenary protected bounds of here non-human ‘workers’ come and go ...
Life forms which share common DNA traits and characteristics to man who were born on distant worlds genetically produced by universal forces as workers; sent to planet earth to mine its needed resources. In return the knowing elite; the rich men; gain technology far in advance of anything on earth. Humans too are born within the bounds of wonderland who are in truth genetic material ...
DNA banks for other races; food stuffs for other races
Fodder to further the genetic experimentation;
born on earth but technically non-existent kept in cages like mice and rats in a laboratory
A frightening place; a realm of wonder and enchantment
A sacred ground of red man guarded for centuries because of what lay there
Ancient technology and ancient doctrines
Machinery and banks of computer screens from an ancient age
hidden away because it contravenes the history of mankind taught in the public arena
Built in an advanced age; surviving the wars of destruction of there ravaged lands
Sought out by the same souls who built these machines in ages past ....
There is technology not of this earth there too
Back building of cosmic finds heralds new ‘earthly’ technology
Used to aid the elite in their continued conquest of the earth
the technology set like a beacon to draw non-human civilisations to them
To capture and to interrogate
to steal their DNA to aid them in their quest to clone a super race
The legendary ‘Arian’ race .... the superhuman blue eyed blondes the legends foretell
Their bloodlines the nectar for the elite’s vampire gods
All of this and more exists in the place you humans call Area 51
A place of controversy at the centre of many ‘natural’ disasters
A place of ancient power; a power perverted to suit selfish means
A power which will destroy another nation and set off unstoppable mass destruction ...
Matthew James, 31 December 2002
