By Gary Val Tenuta

 
The following is Part-6 of a multi-part true story adapted exclusively for The Paranormal Report from the author’s ebook on CD, The Secret of Nine (http://hometown.aol.com/codeufo/gematria.8.html). It is a story about a series of Ouija board sessions which began much like many Ouija stories, recounting tales of communication with the spirits of the dearly – and some not-so-dearly – departed souls. This story, however, took a most unexpected turn when a list of strange words began to appear and suddenly the three participants – of which this author was one – found themselves fully immersed in a series of communications with ETs. Not dead, dearly departed ETs, mind you. No. These ETs were quite alive and well – thank you - living on a planet called Grek-5 in a dimension they described as being “…in your future time.” Sound strange? Improbable? Impossible? Unbelievable? Or was it all something quite different than what it appeared to be? Here’s Part-6 of the story. Decide for yourself.

Recap:

To recap where we left off in Part-5, we were well into a “conversation”, via the Ouija board, with ETs claiming to be communicating to us from their planet called Grek-5. We decided to switch from the Ouija board to automatic writing. By that method “they” wrote and drew diagrams through Edie’s hand. When I say “they” at this point I’m referring to one specific personality that called it/himself Guro Spector. The conversation moved into questions about where their planet was located and then they told us we could go to their planet. We protested that we had no means by which to make such a trip. They responded by saying we could build a ship. Again we protested, saying we certainly had no means for constructing such a ship. Then they surprised us by saying we could create one with our minds.

Part-6:  THE SHIP

We tried to get across the idea that we didn’t understand how to build a ship with our minds and Guro Spector insisted that was what we needed to do. Eventually he said someday we would understand how to do this. In fact, many people would know how to do this.2 He said there would come a time when there would be great devastation upon the earth but many people would escape in giant spaceships. He said they would take with them domestic animals and plantlife of various types for growing food. These people would then return to the earth following the devastation, to begin a new civilization.

I thought, wow, Noah’s ark twentieth-century style. If it had happened before, I guess it could happen again. But there was an interesting sidelight to this little scenario.

Guro Spector said there would be a “WAR IN SPACE”, because these ships would be from all different countries and some would carry with them political baggage they should have left behind. To quote Guro Spector:

“NOT ALL WHO LEAVE WILL RETURN.”

When we asked what the ships would look like, Edie’s hand began to move in a circular motion as if to begin drawing another circle. But her hand began to move in an arc that was larger than the letter size paper we had on the table.

As her hand moved in an ever increasing arc, it began knocking things off the table. She was, in fact drawing on the table!

“Hold it! Hold it!” I said, laughing. I grabbed her hand. “Wait a minute. I’ll get something larger to draw on.”

I went into the bedroom and got a large piece of white construction board, a kind of stiff cardboard used by artists for drawing and painting. It was about 18" by 20". I brought it out into the living room and put it on the floor in the middle of the room. A few days earlier, I had started to draw a cartoon face on one side of the board. The cartoon featured an unusually large nose on the character for comic effect. Now, I laid the board on the floor with that side down and the clean side up. Then, sitting on the floor, we gathered around the board.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s try this.”

We laughed and tried to explain the idea of exaggerating facial features on cartoons for the sake of humor. It was an odd little bit of comic relief in the middle of this bizarre evening full of dire predictions of doom for the entire planet.

I turned the board back over to reveal the blank side and Edie put the pen in position to write. Her hand moved around in sweeping circular motions without the pen touching the surface of the board. It was as if our alien guest was somehow surveying the area where he was about to draw. Suddenly her hand brought the pen down somewhat forcefully onto the construction board and made a dot. The force was such that it made a slight indentation. Then she made another dot in the same manner. Then another and another.

This continued in what appeared to be a random and increasingly rapid manner until, after perhaps two or three minutes, there must have been hundreds of little dots all over the board.

We had no idea what was going on. Then her hand made that sweeping, surveying motion again and brought the pen down to one of the dots. She then began to connect the dots by drawing a line from one dot to another. Gradually a shape began to emerge.

First there was a large circle. It must have been about seventeen inches in diameter as it filled most of the space on the board. I remember being amazed at how nearly perfect the circle was. Then, still connecting dots, she drew a smaller circle, about one inch in diameter, in the center of the larger circle. A third circle, perhaps fifteen inches in diameter, was drawn within the largest circle, again by connecting dots. The drawing shown here gives you a general idea of what the actual final drawing looked like. It is, however, by no means accurate in regard to the exact shapes of the various compartments or in regard to the number of compartments or even their relative placements or configurations. I present this rendering merely to give the you some sense of the kind of thing we were looking at. It is impossible, after these many years, to recall such details completely. What had been laid out before us was a cutaway, aerial view of a disk shaped spaceship or what we typically call a flying saucer.

Edie’s hand, guided by Guro Spector, began to label all of the different sections of the ship.

He first labeled the three perimeter sections as DEATH COMPACTS. As is shown here, there were three small circles in each “death compact” and these were labeled ATOMIC PILES. There was also an indication of the temperature within these “death compacts”. I believe it was a Fahrenheit temperature of 100,000 degrees.

The interior of the ship provided for everything any human being could ever need to survive in absolute comfort for a very long time. I don’t recall how many levels there were, but each level was accessed by an elevator which ran up and down, directly in the center of the ship.

When the drawing was completed (I think it must have taken an hour or so) we sat back and marveled at the complexity and comprehensiveness of the thing. We were told there were others around the world who also had such drawings and with whom they had been in contact and shared much of the same information. So, we were told, we were not alone in our experience.

By now it was well into the wee hours of the morning and we were exhausted. I don't remember how we ended that first long night of other-worldly communication with our new found space brother, Guro Spector, but it may have been Guro, himself, who brought the session to an end. Sometimes it worked that way, with them saying something like,

 “YOU MUST REST NOW. SONA.”

SONA was a sort of salutation which meant something like, “go in peace”. They ended every communication with that word and the style of the letters was always the same. In fact, much of the writing that came through Edie's hand from the Grek-5 source, had the same stylized lettering:

And so ended our first of many evenings with the beings from Grek-5.

(To be continued in Part-7: THE CONCLUSION: More Bad Sci-Fi)

© 2007, Gary Val Tenuta

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