The Orange Greys
((Forbidden Archaeology) (SF))
The
Crypto-terrestrial Letter
((Decoded Letter) (Forbidden Archaeology in the Drake Passage))
September 17, 2010.
My dear Friend and General, Andréa’s Parra del Riego,
From my porthole on the ship the Via Australis I am now staring out to sea, we have left Punta Arenas, made a stop in Ushuaia, and through now through the atrocious Drake Passage to Cape Horn—of which I’m still in the middle of this journey (a two week extended journey), as I told you in my last letter, concerning the citadel in the deep of the Drake Passage, I now can speak more accurately on the subject, in particular on the keep, and its embattlements, and fortifications, defenses. I was taken off this ship for a matter of three hours, by some kind of beam that took me into the depths of the Drake, to its bottom. Let me explain: the Drake Passage is perhaps some five-hundred miles wide, from Cape Horn to the Shetland Islands, off the coast of Antarctica, as I’m sure you already know—South America—from the end of the Tierra del Fuego Mountains, and Antarctica being the main waterway, between the South-western Pacific and South-western Atlantic, again, meeting at the Shetland Islands. The Passage at its deepest point is close to four miles deep, to be exact, 19,685 feet, or 6000-meters. Our ship was near Cape Horn, and I was taken to a landing site within the deep waters of the Drake, to my calculations, three-thousand meters, or about half the depth of the Passage. The rains are slightly mild in September and October that is why I took this voyage in September, that has now stretched into October and the second reason, was to complete a book, circumnavigating the Americas. But enough of the Drake, we all know it’s one of the most treacherous shipping canals in the world, do we not.
This sea fortification, beneath the Drake, has cross-channel electricity cables linking the electrical grids of a small militarized island nearby, to up to its Dungeness, to them, carried across the cannel. It has a transmission power up to 160MW. They are working—the inhabitants of this citadel type fortress (and I am discovering within this Forbidden Archaeology)—the Orange Greys (whom appear to be of a smaller race than the other alien Greys, perhaps two and a half feet in height, to four and a half feet; a kind of amphibian, reptilian type race; somewhat humanoid), on what is called Project EBE- Intervention. They are a water dwelling race for the most part. They are oily glistering brown reticulated, “like a frog”, “damp and clammy”, not smooth skinned, rather “bumpy”, “big warts”, “like extreme acne”, “deformed”, “ugly” with a large oval head, and they do walk upright; proportionally short arms, small palms with three (3) webbed claw-like fingers.
This castle like structure, is an old one, it looks as if it was within the defenses in the old days, perhaps had war with other alien races, evidently they get dizzy in our atmosphere, and prefer this underwater fortress to one on top—or did in the far past; our sun is too hot for them. Many are in waters off the coast of Brazil I understand according to the Master Orange Grey—as I referred to him—told me, also that they were upset because some of them have been captured, died of exposure. Their immune systems decay within our atmosphere, within three or four days. I didn’t notice any hostility towards me because of this, or human kind per se.
Anyhow, back to the keep and the deep. The walls that surrounded the fortress as I come to call it, the inner portion of it from what I could see, was leveled, thin in places, but evidently sufficient, and it connected to the outer defenses, there was a raised stone gallery I could see from where I stood in the main operations room. It was just the same kind of stone- work—the outer chambers that is, that I had seen on Malta, in the temples of Xaghra on Gozo or the Ggantija temples as they are called, consequently, older than recorded time, perhaps 17,000-years old. But whatever it may have been 17,000-years ago, it is today a near ruined fortress of many guards, in a most uninhabitable environment, and for a reason. There are whole sections to this underwater metropolis. I have sent you the plans for their intervention, if it should turn out that the climate is not adaptable even on the surface after a long trial, that it does not suit, they shall build a roof over their earthly environments making a suitable climate, but they want the South American Governments to agree to a nonabrasive, un-aggressive pack with them. It must be done with extraordinary taste and care, lest we frighten the world, and in particular, Russia, China and the United States, and create a war, that is not winnable for either side.
As I was given the tour of this exceptional place, it would seem to me, at one time it was ransacked, in old times that is, and I can see from the many windows outside that the structure is weather-staining, and is carved in an endless variety. Although the main stone-work is itself intact, it will not remain that way forever, says the Master Orange Grey.
I am having this letter sent to you by special carrier. Hand delivered. The Master Orange Grey, his eyes are very big, his cranial is likewise big, and he’s perhaps a few inches taller than four feet, I’d guess his weight at sixty-five pounds, a little cubby. His second finger is larger than the others. His feet are small and tapered, and four toes joined together. He seems to be a half-breed, that is, of the EBE-Type I and II, of the Grey race.
This is all hidden and secret information, should someone else get a hold of this, they will not be able to read it, I will forward the secret code, in several letters, you will need to follow the instructions.
The Orange Greys, have told me in no certain words, but indirectly, that: time is of the essence, that they need to make a forward thrust to the surface soon, that they can no longer it off, they can do no magic tricks to continue living planted in the bottom of the Drake. And to be frank, the Earth will not survive another fifty-year, the way humans are going. As the Master told me, “In some far distant time, our master-planners of this fortress of sorts, realized they’d have to live on the surface, like the plants, animals, and humans, this must be achieved now, and no longer can we continue hiding, this is due to the effect of what is taking place on earth! In the long period of neglect of the world, perchance we can help—if not enforce, the survival of the fittest, of this planet for another hundred-years. But the effect that now you see—which is irreversible, and the at best one can see, inevitable we must search beyond Earth’s gravitation, for new accommodations for mass living. Irregular weather, and scattered animal life, the ruined landscape, potential atomic destruction, from our standpoint, we are none too early, but perhaps way too late in our demand to surface. Plus it is, as you can see cramping down here”
They are a strange species, indeed as they perhaps find us interesting, if not self destructive. Their request, under the circumstances, is not weird to any degree, so I feel, for myself, as you know; such uncanny things hold fear, so this fear element must be grounded to its smallest millimeter for the world population to swallow. You’ll have to collect all the responses that the government leaders provide you with, put them in a fact finding book, and I shall summons the Master Orange Grey up, and we shall go from there.
I have the honor to serve, sir,
Yours faithfully,
DLS, from aboard the Via Australis
No: 678 (9-15-2010)
The Ebon Vial of the Orange Grey
((The Crypto-terrestrial Letter) (Letter Two))
October 4, 2010.
My dear Friend and General, Andréa’s Parra del Riego,
From the stern on the ship the Via Australis I am now standing, yes I find myself still onboard the ship, we docked in Ushuaia, for a day, but I talked to Captain Ben, and he’s allowing me to continue on these trips until I accomplish what I am finding to be my new mission in life which concerns your message from the South American Governments, pertaining to the Orange Grey’s request. I actually wanted to write earlier, and more in my last letter, this may sound unusual, but I was taken back down to the underwater citadel, in the Drake Passage, where the Orange Grey’s live, a second time, and this time for twelve-hours. The fact is—for the most part, as I write this letter, standing on the stern of the ship now, looking towards Cape Horn, one-hundred and thirty passengers on board, I keep finding out new things to tell you, concerning the novelty of this underwater world, and ancient fortress. In the long view, it has everything the human mind can devise, in the short view, yesterday when I was roaming about within this castle like environment, I found myself becoming fond of its inhabitants, and the many streets and nooks and shops and shopkeepers that inhabit the place, it’s like Old Jerusalem.
I have slept on this matter, and I find myself putting it into a new classification, and a much more important one. I don’t want to be cynical in my remarks to you but I must stress the Orange Greys intentions. If I were writing Cosmological Philosophy, I would say in a phrase or two, “If the Governments of South America do not heed, the demands of the Orange Grey’s, their associates, have a dark vial in store of them, they would see the world burn in fire, than not be allowed to live on the surface, there are four-types of Grey’s the Orange are the lest worrisome, had it not been for them, the other three races would have surfaced already.
I have asked the Master Orange Grey: why don’t you go back to where you came from, and here was his reply General: “We came here 17,000-years ago, before your Adam and Eve, in a region of space-time that with its immense gravitational force, is cut off from the rest of the universe, that your scientists call a black hole, when our planet became unlivable and perhaps unlovable, as yours is now. You see, we learned, one must love his planet like he loves his God, or family, to be able to live on it as he should, without destroying it, as we had done, this planet is a living thing, like a tree or a fish. There is a multiversity out there, that is, a set of Universes, and there have been at least fifty-seven terrestrial races that have visited Earth, eleven of them now live among you, and four Grey’s as you call us. You earthlings feel there is a single history of earth, or to earth, and it pertains just to you, with a well defined starting point. And that what you see today is the evolution from that beginning. When in essence, before we came there was other races here, and before them, there was—for perhaps 200,000 years or more. You are although the dominate race today, because you have been chosen to be.”
Selfishness is the attachment of longevity, of thinking we were always here I suppose. It surely appears that way; the Master Orange Grey, agreed there is but one God (although our Christian concept of three in one, baffles him, but he doesn’t dissolve it), that is, one God who towers over all the extreme races and heavens, and from him we all catch the first rays of the suns, from all the galaxies, the universes—I am paraphrasing of course the Master Grey.
I am looking afar-off and see the summit of the great Cape Horn, where I’ve longed to go, where I’ve now been twice, it hangs like an upside down leaf in the morning due, from a distance, the gray and the blues of morning, the clouds dropping on top of the mountaintop, you can hardly say which way is up and down. In this rain-filled air, one gets only a faint glimpse of everything that there is to see out in the Drake. I can say without a qualm, there is something in looking at Cape Horn, from the deck of a ship, and having it framed as if in a picture, it even raises one’s own self-love for nature in the raw. All disparity just disappears. I shall certainly sleep well awaiting for your reply. I hope you have not only started on that matter, but you, yourself are waiting for a reply at this very moment. But I know well, that it takes time.
I have been invited back down to the underwater citadel for a more lengthily stay, and to be quite honest, I have learned to hold my tongue, for I have been told in the past I have no hair on it from my earthling brothers and sisters, old friends that is; on another matter, I do mind my own business likewise, when I am with the Master Orange Grey, he is wise and appears to understand humanity—better than we understand ourselves, and he’s three times my age, and I’m sixty-two, will be sixty-three in a few more days. He also realizes whatever man has to use as a weapon, he usually does, and is prepared for such an occurrence, should the matter rise, once they are exposed to the whole of the human race. Therefore, consequently, we all must watch our step, manners and ultimately do not say one thing and do another (secret destinies are not allow here, lest we find ourselves in a war that is un-winnable).
I have the honor to serve, sir,
Yours faithfully,
DLS, from aboard the Via Australis
The Summit
(Letter three)
Letter from General Andréa’s Parra del Riego, Miraflores
October 13, 2010
My dearest friend, DLS,
I am sure you will rejoice to hear of the great news and good fortune which comes to me, through the resolve of the Union of South American Nations, at the most recent summit, the Government heads of each country agreed in theory to listen to the terms of the Orange Grey. Unfortunately I am not free to tell you what they said, or to speak fully of the matter, perhaps in generalities, and surely not over the phone. But I want you to know it is a stroke of good fortune that comes our way, you of course must remain on the ship until things are settled—I will come to Ushuaia to see you, and hope at that time is able to let you know, much that you will be able to tell your friend, the Master Orange Grey. At the summit, the members felt this was all like an impracticable nightmare at first, especially, Garcia and Chavez, however after I gave them more details, and had them pledge all this to secrecy, for the present—least the United States and Russia find out and start a war over it—you won’t mind, friend, will you, if the European Union, is abreast of these facts. Anyhow as I was about to say, I gave them more details, and assured them they were not hostile; they agreed to meet with them, at some later date. I will be in country in a few weeks. Meet me at the airport if you can, we will talk more on this when I come, but I want you to keep the European Union in mind, they do not appear to have a hair-trigger for war, like the other two countries I’ve mentioned.
Your Concerned Friend
General Riego
No: 679 (9-16-2010)
The Ultimatum
(Letter four)
To DLS, Dr., and Mediator
Letter from the Master Orange Grey to both Andréa’s Parra del Riego and Dr. DLS
October 20, 2010
My Dear Friend,
Thank you heartily for your interception in this matter with trying to arrange a meeting with the South American Governments through the General, and I do hope the General is reading this letter likewise. I quite understand the delay, nothing really gets done in long drawn-out committees, and I see perhaps I should not have asked you to be my trustee in such a matter. You’ve seen to your new duties clearly and forthright, asking them to allow us to join the human race, but perhaps I’ve exhausted your precious time.
With regard to your most generous and ardent skills I give to you my friend my highest affection, you most truly and genuinely tired. But, indeed, I think it will be better not to offer our friendship—meaning, the Grey’s friendship—to the Committee members, without this threat, which I am not proud to make and tried to avoid, but I’m sure they will not accept—perhaps better said, will not get any benefit by agreeing unless I tell them up front what we will do if they do not agree, and quickly.
Tell your South American Union, and European Union and whomever wants to listen, the four Grey races have decided to alter the tilt of the earth—if they do not agree immediately to our demands, if not that one of several other choices we will select—and which ever one we select, it will have negligible effects on the temperature of earth of course, the distance of the sun plays a large role. In fact this will bring earth’s eccentricity orbit nearer to the sun, when during the summer months, your oceans will boil, and when it is farthest away from the earth, the earth will be frozen over—all by creating this deviation, we will change earth’s orbit, tell them if we can’t live on the surface with them, it will be a war of physics, pertaining to the laws of nature, of motion and matter, energy and force, we have the means to bring this about. We can also reduce your sun by twenty-percent of its mass, this would plunge your planet into an ice age, and yes, we can also do that. Obviously we will do this, if our very existence depends on it. That is, the fact of our being restricts us to the bottom of the Drake Passage, an environment that is collapsing as I write this letter. You are a weak race, when it comes to science. Should you hesitate any longer, you shall soon see…this will occur. Also, if the sun’s core were to collapse, this would give rise to temperatures—there are many variables here. There are many things we can do, within what you call nuclear physics. We can also destroy all oxygen and carbon on earth, with a strong nuclear force, or, electric force, make it like the moon. Thank you again dear friend and good tidings be with you.
Your affectionate friend,
Master of the Orange Greys, Rufa
No: 680(9-16 & 17-2010)
Behind the Diplomatic Veil
(Letter Five)
For Dr. DLS, to General Andréa’s Parra del Riego
October 22, 2010
I am back on the ship, and I sent you the most recent letter from the Master Orange Grey. The ship is starting to feel like home. Sorry you had to delay your trip to Ushuaia, perhaps we can meet in Punta Arenas, we’ll be there in seven days, I am going to take a rest for a weekend there, at a Hostel AInil, I prefer a hostel to a hotel nowadays, I’m less visible. But let me get back to the Orange Greys and their associates. On October 21, I was at a meeting with them, and I’ve found out they come in various descriptions, as for color, physic and personality. Some are as tall as seven feet, some with white skin, and others similar to dolphins in texture. It even seems I saw one return to the ocean, and its arms and legs evolved into flippers. They all seem to have large eyes except the Orange Greys. I counted twelve different kinds—that is variants to their evolutionary form. Not sure what planetary system they all belong to.
We are in reality quite primitive to them, and they are most fixed on their ideas to invade the earth should we not agree, the Orange is keeping them calm for now. They are a dying race, and inbreeding will have to take place somewhere along the line (if it hasn’t already), and I suppose that is one reason they have not taken over our planet thus far. I seen a very large laboratory, they allowed me in it (empty), and its specific work was genetic engineering. The Deros were also there at the meeting, a breed that lives underground I understand. They don’t like the sunlight, and been around even longer than the Orange Greys. Kind of on the demented side if you ask me (likened to the little people in the mines of Peru, called the Muqi, my father-in-law told me about them, Augusto, he saw one in his younger day he’s near ninety now). If I was to put them into a social class, it might be that I’d have said some are more abrupt, crude and outspoken. While others are more refined and business like, or rational, diplomatic, this I sense is more towards the Orange Greys.
All in all, I am sure of one thing, and one thing only: that in the end we shall have to get together and get along with them, like we have with the Russians and Chinese, or parish, this feeling is in the marrow of my bones General. I sense they trust me, and want to get to know me better, I was afraid of them at first, and they are a hair’s-breath away from surfacing, and this would cause a worldwide disruption, if not panic. This is of course my feeling. If you do not respond positively in a week or sooner, anything may happen, with such an unconquerable, overconfident race—their will and pride is more than foodstuff, they will be motivated to do what they said they’d do, they are a race of warriors, behind that present, diplomatic veil they are showing.
I feel they will get to like us; the Orange Greys are prepared to do so themselves, I do believe. I have a sort of hint of thought—that they’d like me be to be something more for them. I presume I shall understand what it all means later than sooner, all I can do is be the messenger here and now for the present, I am learning the value of strange peoples, if anything; good-day.
I have the honor to serve, sir,
Yours faithfully,
DLS, from aboard the Via Australis
PS: When they take me, I simply show up in their presence, unconscious on waking in a strange place: all quite simultaneous.
No: 681(9-17-2010)
The General’s Response
(Letter Six)
Letter from General Andréa’s Parra del Riego, to Dr. DLS, Emissary (onboard the Via Australis)
October, 25, 2010
I heard the war drums while attending the last USAN meeting (Union of South American Nations), in Quito, Ecuador, which was yesterday, concerning the Greys, the Chairman of the Committee, Adelmo Chavez said—with a hoarse and demeaning voice: “We are not going to be the cattle of the Greys!” Quite a repulsive way of putting it, but it is perhaps, not far from the truth of their goals. He also said, “They think they are gods, and we are to be their chemical experiments!” That kind of kicked the boots off me. Thus, I’m afraid it means war, but how do we fight them, was my question to them. We are not a sophisticated life form capable of challenging them unless we destroy ourselves in the process. The USAN has notified all Governments of the World. It would seem, the United State, England and Russia are already aware of the Greys, but not of the pack in the deep Drake Passage, or the meetings taking place with you and the Master Orange Grey. And the United States has stated—for the first time, the Greys have an outpost on the dark side of the moon. Consequently, this, in itself, brings in a new inference. They also notified us that they are aware of experimentations they have made in the past with humans, which they are still doing in the present, that they’ve been around for a long time, that should we find one, we’ll also discover their nuclear DNA, in part, is human, and the other part, is alien. That some are so humanoid looking, they are mistaken for humans. They expressed, the space traveling Greys come from the Zeti Reticuli Star System, Constellation, Reticulum, they have abase there.
The Church Fathers, along with some philosophizers, theologians, and a few cosmologists, anthropologists, and archeologists, have said these could be creatures from the Fallen Angels, in the book of Genesis. They imply: thus, the aliens were originally created by Fallen Angels, and since they cannot reproduce themselves, they need human females. Thus, they retain much ability, their forefathers had. I am not sure how you feel on this subject, Dr. DLS, but it is getting confusing for me. In either case, that is, if they are simply aliens or children from the Giants of old, they are cloning themselves. The end product to this arrangement is for the aliens to create a soul, and they must use new bodies. Evidently, crossbreeding will create a soul. I get the feeling the United States Government wants us to step back on our war cries, and try to negotiate.
Whatever the case is, I get the feeling war is about to start, as you’ve indicated, and it will be an interplanetary one on their part.
I seek now your advice?
Your Concerned Friend
General Riego
No: 2783 (9-18-2010)
The Pursuit in the World
Dr. DSL’s Journal— (last entry and letter).
July 4, 2012.
There is only a colorless veil that resides over me; I am pained to the heart, and in the mind. It is rather hard to realize what once made me happy will never be again in my lifetime. How can I be happy when my family is all gone, dead, whom I tenderly loved, and who loved me, and my other loved ones suffering in the horror that was left for the human race to endure. Surely beyond human understanding –which not is now retrospection; that is, my loss is not only family, but country, two countries I called home, despite the fact I am still a loyal citizen to both. Let me explain what has taken place since October 25, 2010:
When I got home, in Punta Arenas, where I lived when I was not on the ship, off and on lived, in a hostel at these given times for rest and recuperation of trying to be an emissary—the go between the Greys and the New World Order—which the Greys in away united the world under one new dictator, I got this letter, this letter being, and its actions there after being, the cause for the world to unite under one band, or order, and I shall only quite it from the General: “The United States with Russia, and its alias, have decided to face the extraterrestrials, feeling they want to colonize the earth, that should we give them even one square mile of land, would only allow them to build another base on our plant, like the ones they have on Mars and the moon. Consequently, they would rape our lands of its resources within a decade. To not face this now, would allow them to transport their weapons and machines to earth, to give them landing sites, and to built up their re-supply systems. In warfare these are critical elements to take into consideration. We had a meeting in Geneva, and the world bodies are behind the United States and their decision to go to war with the Greys.”
This in itself—this in a nutshell, as they say, gave credence for the New World Order to become one: perhaps it was planned that way, or perhaps it was a situation that developed and taken advantaged of. In any case, there is a new war on the horizon; this last one was not a war, just a happening that sunk the earth into a hazardous position.
It seems now, when I look back, everyone got disturbed by a little tap on the door. I mean the world sprang up at once and threw everything they had into it. While the Greys sent a ship from the moon to Earth, which rested over Washington D.C. stone-still, a few miles high, as if holding a lighted candle over the United States, the Greys were doing their dark and insidious threat, the one they said they’d do, the everyone the General over looked thinking they were going to invade, but they didn’t. They knew they could not sustain life very long on the surface of earth, without the help of the human race, and agreements. And they knew with this new obsession of ours, that is to say, them being the antagonists, for the moment, humanity would forget their underlining intentions.
Later.
As I now look back, I want to think it was all a dream, yes a dream it was, a dream or a version. It is half-past eleven, I’m in Ushuaia, Patagonia as they call it, now, waiting for the General to arrive we will finally meet, I can see that the Beagle Cannel is starting to boil as it does right around this time everyday now, and I assume so is the Strait of Magellan, and the Drake Passage; the sky is steadily becoming brighter and hotter, a blinding light. I presume myself a few pleasant hours in the morning before daylight that is about it, I see now the plane coming in.
No: 684/ 9-18-2010
