Photograph by Dr. Steven Greer and Star, LLC A shooting star sizzled across the sky. Everyone went “oooh” like they were watching fireworks. It was something, at least. Video: Sponsored Each Marine was then patted down and disarmed. Once the rogue unit cleared the Marines’ weapons and dumped their ammunition, their military IDs were confiscated. Given that the rogue soldiers’ knew exactly where the Marines kept their IDs —left breast pocket — Herrera was led to believe they were former service members themselves. Herrera claimed that while he was being searched, the man-made UFO rose up from where it was hovering and whizzed away. “It floated right above the tree line,” he said. “On each corner, it emanated a light that was either red, yellow, green, or blue. Only those four colors, I can distinctly remember. Once it got past that tree line, it shot over to the left, basically to where the ocean was. I would estimate it was going three, four, five-thousand miles-per-hour instantaneously. The coconuts on these trees weren’t even touched. It produced no sonic boom.” Greer began a puja ceremony and guided our meditation. He told us that before going to med-school, he traveled around the world as a meditation teacher. “The total number of minds in the universe are one,” he reminded us. Photograph by Dr. Steven Greer and Star, LLC After the craft departed, Herrera said, the rogue unit gave them their weapons back — including their ammunition-filled magazines. The Men in Black escorted the Marines back up the slope, then told them they were not allowed to look back or talk about what they had just seen. To emphasize their point, two of the guys talked about whether or not they should smoke the five Marines. Herrera said the team booked it back to their landing zone. There, an unhappy gunnery sergeant asked them why their guns were slung the way they were. They came up with an excuse, rather than tell him what had just happened. They then flew back to their ship, the USS Denver. Onboard, they were debriefed by an admiral who Herrera said he’d never seen before. Herrera didn’t know whether the high-ranking officer had any connection to what his experience in the Indonesian jungle. When the ship eventually returned to its homeport in Okinawa, Herrera received a call while on duty. He was told he was needed at the command post. “Oddly enough, there was nobody in the building,” he claimed, “except for one gentleman who was wearing Air Force dress blues that were missing a name tag. I gave him the proper greeting of the day; I gave him the salute. He pulled me into an office, and he said, ‘You’re not allowed to tell anybody in your chain of command. I don’t care if it’s a General, I don’t care if it’s anybody, you are not allowed to talk about what happened. You could go to prison for this, or you could be killed.’” Herrera was then handed a disclosure agreement he skimmed over before signing. The only thing he recalled remembering was that it had said something about Indonesia. Blow that whistle Needless to say, Herrera has not remained silent. Happily for him (and others), Greer recently announced that UFO/UAP whistleblower protection is now available. A special access project (SAP) has been put into place to provide security for whistle-blowers. So, if you’ve got some shit to tell, and are afraid Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones will come erase your memory, rest assured, you will be looked out for. According to Greer’s website, if a whistleblower is threatened, the threatening individual will be identified, captured, and prosecuted. So, as it stands, Michael Herrera is protected. Revelations disclosed by whistleblowers over The Disclosure Project’s 30 years of research include: “Two primary types of UFO/UAPs exist—extra-terrestrial vehicles and man-made electrogravatic propulsion vehicles.” Secondly, ET groups are not hostile to earth or humanity. It is not wise for us to try to take them down. Rather, the ETs are concerned about humans’ hostility towards them. Let’s be real: if they’re coming to check us out, they likely have the power to destroy us a million times over. So, I say, let’s just be cool with them, and maybe stop trying to reverse engineer their technology. That brings us to the next revelation: ET technology has been reverse engineered, leading to breakthroughs in energy and propulsion. Then there’s the secret organization running these illegal operations without constitutional government oversight. If it exists, it poses a threat to national and world security, especially if U.S. Government oversight committees have been denied access to these illegal projects. CE5: The first event Following the second day of lectures from Greer, it was time for the first of two CE5 events. On that same day, I completed my thirty-ninth trip around the sun. Some 500 heartbeats beat their way into an area on the Callaway winery lawn. White folding chairs were set up for attendees, while others, including me, brought their own camping chairs. Radar tones pumped from nearby speakers. Tonality is the first step in contacting the ETs; it serves as a communication vehicle. As night fell, stars began to wink in a clear summer sky. Our chairs were pointed east, overlooking rows upon rows of wine vineyards. Arjen, my new pal from Amsterdam, posted his white folding chair next to mine. “I have another camping chair, but it’s back at the campground,” I told him. “I’ll bring it tomorrow for you.” Once everybody was good and settled, Greer began a puja ceremony and guided our meditation. He told us that before going to med school, he traveled around the world as a meditation teacher. “The total number of minds in the universe are one,” he reminded us. “That is, consciousness is a singularity. It is not something that is divisible.” Greer stood next to his puja table and encouraged us to join in a simple three syllable mantra to get us into a meditational mindset. “Im nah mah. Im nah mah. Im nah mah.” After the mantra, we meditated, welcoming the ETs with love and peaceful intentions. I had little expectation of anything really happening. I watched airplanes, helicopters, the ISS (International Space Station), and other sky pollution float across the dark heavens. Greer held a powerful laser pointer, circling the space station, and other objects that might be confused for UFOs. Many people had their sky chart apps opened up. After a couple of hours, we took a break, then came back for a couple hours more. It was past midnight, and the ETs must not have been feeling it. Maybe there was a better Saturday night party somewhere else in the galaxy. Oh well, there was still one more night to make contact. When I returned to the campsite that night, Manny Lopez was still up. He asked what had happened. “Man, I didn’t see shit,” I admitted before retiring to my tent. I kept the top cover off, in hopes of catching a quick sighting as I drifted into a peaceful slumber. CE5: The second event Night two: Sunday. There seemed to be fewer people this time. Some of the locals must have gone home. But Arjen and I added a new guy to our little group. Ray was a youngster, riding solo, who flew in from Massachusetts for the event. He wore hippie attire, and with his shoulder length blonde hair, he looked uncannily like Kurt Cobain. He seemed to enjoy being around like-minded people with whom he could be himself. Apparently, the last time he had been at a bar and tried talking about all this ET and meditation stuff to a patron, they had looked at him like he was a nutjob. We had met him during lunch break from the daytime lectures, and he clung on to us the rest of the night. We didn’t mind. Come as you are, Ray. Following dinner, the three of us walked to my car to grab our gear for the night. I pulled out a couple of camping chairs and tossed one to Arjen. “Here, you take the zero-gravity chair,” I said. “It’s more comfortable and you’re a lot taller than me. You’ll be able to stretch out. Besides, you’re a visitor in my country, let me be a good host.” He graciously accepted and the three of us walked back to the lawn to get ready for round two. Ray lay on the grass. Some 500 heartbeats beat their way into an area on the Callaway winery lawn. Radar tones pumped from nearby speakers. Tonality is the first step in contacting the ETs; it serves as a communication vehicle. Photograph by Dr. Steven Greer and Star, LLC The first part of the evening was like the first part of Saturday evening. Airplanes glided. The space station was still up there doing its thing. It was time for another break. People began to leave. It was getting late. However, there wasn’t a feeling of disappointment among those leaving. The weekend had been fun. The CE5 events were meant to be fun, no matter what happened. We all knew it was wise to go into them without expectation. When the break was over, those who had chosen to stay gathered back at the grass. There were conversations going on all around. Ray was laying on the grass next to Arjen’s feet. Arjen was kicked back in the zero-gravity chair, eyes closed, mouth agape. I stared out at the Big Dipper. A shooting star sizzled across the sky. Everyone went “oooh” like they were watching fireworks. It was something, at least. Moments later, the chatter came to an abrupt halt. Did they see what I just saw? Was that what I think it was? A distinct bright white light on the bottom right of the Big Dipper had flashed for a few seconds then turned off. It had caught everyone’s attention. The crowd was silent, except for Arjen, who was still audibly snoring. “Wake up, you Dutch bastard!” I whispered through gritted teeth. “The ETs are here. Look!” I pointed to the sky and told him to watch the bottom part of the Big Dipper. Every 30 to 60 seconds or so, another light would appear for a few seconds, then turn off. They have to be UFOs, right? What else could they be? Dr. Greer began to welcome them in with open mind and heart: “Let’s invite them to come as close as they can to this dimension. The sky and the field is filled with ET craft and shifted in a higher frequency, those from the worlds of light and the celestial. And in your heart and in your mind, you can feel and see together, and what you feel your sight can then see clearly.” They kept coming. More than one at a time. All mostly in one area. It was as if Greer had known they were going to show up. I looked for a projector or something that could possibly explain it. I hadn’t expected to see anything. Then I remembered the aerial lights Manny Lopez had described. The lights he had described were similar to these: they would turn on for a few seconds, then turn off. Turn on for a few seconds, then turn off. Arjen, Ray, and I were the last ones to leave. Greer had slipped off somewhere while we stayed, staring into the sky. Our wallets were still in our pockets. We remained in the Callaway winery parking lot with my binoculars, watching the aerial lights turn on and turn off for hours. We didn’t understand how anybody could just leave. Maybe we just really wanted to believe they were UFOs. Maybe there’s another explanation. Maybe not. It was about 2 am when the three of us finally parted ways. Off we went, back to our earthly realities of jobs, morning highways, sunburns, deep breaths, sufferings, tequila, unknown neighbors, and good live music. “Back to the Matrix?” Arjen asked me. I nodded. “Back to the Matrix.” A couple weeks following the event, I reached out to Arjen to see how he was integrating the experience. Also to make sure I wasn’t crazy, and that what we’d seen really happened. In his words: “I already saw so much convincing evidence, that I’m sure they’re here. Also, there are other people I trust that talk about ET presence as if it is a very normal, logical thing. No hyperbole. The accounts are so numerous, detailed and consistent that it is actually really weird to dismiss them, because they don’t fit your world view? 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