Mystery Helicopters in
the Sepulveda Pass
Copywrite 2003 Joseph
Burkes MD
The presence of a
consciousness link between contactees and non-human intelligence of a presumed
Et origin was manifest by a series of high strangeness types of encounters.
Bizarre coincidences known as synchronicities are a recurring pattern in the
contact underground. In December of 1990 apparently out of the blue, I
developed a sudden interest in the flying saucer phenomenon. Around the same
time Sasha applied for the job as an EKG technician at our medical center. He
was hired in the summer of 1991 and was placed in the ER.
Sasha was born in White
Russia in 1971. Now an independent state it was formerly part of the USSR. He
had a number of contact experiences as a youth and studied yoga to achieve deep
meditations. Sasha was trained as a nurse during his military service in the
Soviet Army and emigrated to the USA in 1989.
In the ER I immediately
gravitated to him because he was the only other Russian speaking person in our
department. At that time, some 20 years after taking two years of college
Russian, my knowledge was quite rusty. I wanted someone to chat with in the
hope of renewing my distant acquaintance with the language.
In Fall of 1991 after
working together for only a few months he asked me what I thought of the
possibility of intelligent extraterrestrial life. At that point I would not of
dreamed of sharing my growing interest in UFOs with anyone at work. I made some
nonchalant reply that there must be someone else, Òout there.Ó
When we got to know each
other better, Sasha told me about a strange experience that he had as a
teenager back in the USSR. He described having a lucid dream that in retrospect
seemed to forecast events that subsequently came to pass. In his dream he saw
himself working in an American hospital with a tall slender bearded doctor. He
denied knowing the name of this doctor. Sasha however claimed that when we
first met in the emergency room, he recognized me from the dream that he had
back home several years before.
When we started working
together in 1991, my interest in UFOs was just a few months old. Fall, winter,
and spring of 1992 went by before I was even to learn of Steven Greer, and
subsequently volunteer for the CE-5 Initiative. From the moment that I first
met Sasha in ER, till the time he revealed the depth of his life-long contact
experiences, nearly two years had passed. I could not help but marvel at this
young manÕs self discipline, his ability to hold his tongue .
For a lad of just 21
years, it seemed very strange indeed. I was curious about what was going
through SashaÕs mind during all that time when our CE-5 team was carrying out
its initial investigations. After all, I was fairly open about my UFO activities
at work. With several other people from the medical center involved, it could
hardly be kept a secret. How could Sasha contain himself during those many
months when I was openly sharing the results of our UFO research. I wanted to
know how he was able so effectively Òto stay in the closet.Ó
His answer both surprised
and disturbed me. He simply said ÒYou
werenÕt ready yet, Joe. I wasnÕt supposed to talk about it.Ó
I did not care for his
answer one bit. ÒWhat the hell do you mean, IÕ wasnÕt ready yet!Ó
SashaÕs enigmatic response
set a precedent that day. His vague replies became characteristic of a behavior
pattern that was to repeat itself throughout our relationship. Other contactees
also gave vague replies when interrogated about direct telepathic
communication.
Without looking me in the
eye, Sasha simply clamed up and smiled. When further pressed, he might come out
with something like, Ò I just canÕt tell you Joe. ItÕ s not safe.Ó I donÕt have
permission to talk about it. So donÕt bother asking me any more questions!Ó
The implication of his
reticence was that somebody or something, was watching developments from afar.
In typical contactee fashion, Sasha apparently accepted as fact that he was in
communication with non- human intelligence of a presumed et nature. And that
ÒtheyÓ whoever that was, had given him advanced instructions about what to
reveal and when to talk about it.
At first it all seemed a
bit melodramatic and self serving. Sasha allegedly was in touch with ets who
were presumably Òclosely monitoring the situation.Ó Not wanting to rock the
boat however, I went along with him. After all, in many ways I was the novice
here.
Although I had cast myself
in the role of coordinator and my team was making progress in the field work,
my leadership had a number of obvious deficiencies. I had no track record of
contact experiences prior to joining the CE-5 Initiative. I had picked up a
smattering of consciousness training from Greer, and then after reading one
book on meditation and taking a TM course, I somewhat recklessly volunteered to
be a working group coordinator for the Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind
Initiative.
I sensed it might be
better not to ask too many questions of Sasha. I needed all the help that I
could get in this project. If Sasha alleged that he had some et friends helping
us as Òsilent partners,Ó then time would tell whether there was any substance
to his claims. I was on contactee roller coaster ride and was not about to
challenge one of the conductors.
Thus in September of 1993,
Sasha joined our contact team. We had several other new recruits that month. I
had deliberately resisted adding new researchers before the initial team was
united, experienced and disciplined. It had taken me over a year, from the
start of field work, for me to feel it was appropriate to add some fresh blood.
This strict policy was
cause of some friction. Members of the local UFO community let it be known in
no uncertain terms that my style in particular, and CSETIÕs approach in
general, were in their opinion definitely Òelitist.Ó This accusation was to
haunt me and the organization for some time. Charges of elitism would lead to
much dissension and misunderstanding and would reduce our effectiveness for the
duration of my tour as working group coordinator.
In September 1993, after
going out with our team only once, Sasha informed me of something quite
amazing. Several members of his family had reported to him that they had a
broad daylight sighting of a UFO.
I drove over to SashaÕs motherÕs home. It was located on an ordinary
suburban tract just north of the Van Nuys airport. There I interviewed his
nephew, mother and an in-law who had witnessed the craft. They confirmed the
detailed account previously given to me by Sasha.
It was around 4PM in the
afternoon on an ordinary workday, when reportedly a metallic disc was seen by
SashaÕs mother, his 10-year-old nephew and a gentleman in his late forties, an
in-law. Their descriptions of the craft were identical. It was a typical flying
saucer, some 30 feet across. It hovered at an altitude of several hundred feet.
A helicopter, that they assumed had come from the nearby airport, was seen
slowly flying circles around the disc. Sasha had previously told his entire
family about our CE-5 work and he even shared some of the details of the
contact protocols. His nephew took charge during the sighting and gave verbal
ÒinstructionsÓ to the craft. To everyoneÕs surprise the object moved on cue,
first to the left as ordered, then to the right.
SashaÕs mother told me
that she had just prepared borscht, a delicious Russian soup. Responding to the
shouts from her nephew, she came out of the kitchen and invited the ÒNLOÓ
(Russian for UFO) down for a bit of soup.
Although this incident
report excited me, I was not totaled surprised by the sighting at SashaÕs
motherÕs house. The year before several members of our Los Angeles team had
separate sightings of UFOs while driving home in their vehicles. All three
sightings occurred within a few weeks of our starting CE-5 fieldwork. Two of
the sightings were high quality ones, i.e. of structured craft.
One encounter was
experienced by a colleague of mine at the medical center. Her sighting occurred
in broad daylight. Dr. Maria ...
reported seeing a metallic disc that was hovering over the Santa Monica
Hills near the 101 Freeway. The other quality sighting was of a luminescent,
mother of pearl globe that was estimated to be about 30 feet across. It was
reportedly seen at close range by the senior member of our Working Group, a
grandmother in her late 60s. and the wife of a prominent lawyer. This sighting
occurred about 9 PM while she was driving home. This contact team member
reported first seeing the globe as it hovered over her ocean-view home in the
luxurious Palos Verdes district. The object then slowly flew down the road and
passed her at a distance of just a few hundred feet.
It seemed like a kind of
pattern was being repeated. Sasha had just started going out with us into the
field to make contact with et I.
This was followed by the encounter at his MotherÕs house. The September
1992 sightings described above, plus the one that I experienced, all occurred
after our initiating efforts at making contact. It seemed to me that the
Extra-terrestrials had possibly acknowledged our group contact efforts by
staging a series of separate encounters for selected team members. In a similar
fashion this intelligence, of a presumed Et origin, had staged a house call at
SashaÕs MomÕs place to acknowledge his joining our team.
It is also important to
note that SashaÕs family appeared very receptive to the practice of contact
work. As working group coordinator I placed a high value on family approval of
our research activities. After all, our efforts were totally voluntary and
often required all night stakeouts in remote locations away from the family.
As a result of these
difficulties, family support was in my opinion vital. Without their support no
team member could sustain research activities for very long. The encounter near
the Van Nuys airport was encouraging. I was very pleased to have Sasha on my
our contact team.
PART II TWO WEIRD
HELICOPTERS IN THE SEPULVEDA PASS
The September 1993
sighting at SashaÕs motherÕs house, was not the first encounter where a
helicopter would appear in the story. Six eventful months after Sasha became a
team member another set of sightings took place. This time helicopters took
front-center stage.
During Easter week 1994, I
got a phone call from my contactee friend Sasha. It was a very happy time in
his life. Sasha and Renata were getting married. They were making plans to have
the celebration in Las Vegas. Just
a few weeks before the ceremony, where I was to be the best man, that Sasha
called me on the phone. It was on a Tuesday morning at about 11 AM . I was
preparing to go to work. I wanted to catch our internal medicine conference at
the hospital. Sasha sounded
excited. He quickly described his having another UFO sighting. It had taken place the previous evening
while driving home on the Ventura Freeway.. Sasha reported seeing a disc shaped
object that apparently was being pursued by several helicopters. They flew
heading north over the freeway. The saucer appeared to be at an altitude of less than a thousand
feet.
The story was definitely bizarre.
I told Sasha that there were a number of possibilities. The object in my
opinion was probably not a top secret US military device. The densely populated
San Fernando Valley was the least likely place to test such a flying machine.
Just imagine the uproar with thousands of witnesses, if the craft had to stage
an emergency landing in a community of nearly a million people. Prized government assets were better
kept secure, way out in the desert.
SashaÕs notion that the
helicopters were chasing the disc, didnÕt make much sense either. The flight
characteristics of some UFOs include their ability to fly circles around top
performance military aircraft. Slow moving helicopters in pursuit mode would
never be able to keep up with a real flying saucer.
Using this logic I
concluded that SashaÕs sighting might very well be staged event by non-human
intelligence. In order to create yet another contact experience, Sasha had been
treated to the thrill of seeing a flying saucer. Whether it was some kind of
holographic projection, an induced hallucination or an actual sighting of alien
craft could not be determined. Nevertheless the frequent sightings being
reported by my contactee friends were following a stereotypic pattern. They
appeared not to be random sightings but rather staged events.
But what about the
presence of the companion helicopters? If this be another staged encounter, why
include the choppers? I told Sasha that perhaps the intelligence behind such
displays chose to associate a conventional type of aircraft, the helicopters,
with something quite anomalous, a flying saucer. Perhaps, by matching the two,
a kind of control mechanism could be forged. So as not to Òdisturb the
nativesÓ, the really weird was combined with the conventional.
It occurred to me that the
entire experience might have been an induced hallucination. Perhaps being the
product of some advanced alien Òmind controlÓ technology. Such negative
designations(at least when applied to et) are not terribly popular in contactee
circles. More politically correct terms (and perhaps more accurate ones)
promoted by CSETI Director Dr. Steven Greer are Òtechnology assisted
consciousnessÓ and consciousness assisted technology. "Mind control"
with all its negative connotations was discussed as the tool of nefarious
"Black Operations" teams working for the national security
establishment.
After making this sweeping
speculative analysis of Sasha's enounter on the phone, and feeling quite proud
of myself at that, I said good-bye to buddy Sasha. I set off on the 405
freeway. I didnÕt want to miss the doctors meeting. Back in 1994 my department
was still offering donuts at conference and didn't want to miss my share.
So there I was, driving
through a sea of cars, on what seemed like a normal Tuesday afternoon. Or was
it? As I reached the middle portion of the Sepulveda pass, I noticed something
a bit strange. Above the eastern rim of the canyon I saw two military
helicopters. This in and of itself was strange. There are no major military
bases located near the City Los Angeles. What was even more bizarre was that
both choppers were vintage aircraft. One was an old Sikorsky, the kind first
used in the Korean War. I recognized its typical large rounded nose with the
cockpit located high up above the cabin. The other was a Huey, a Bell UH 205,
the standard workhorse helicopter of the Vietnam War.
I was immediately struck
by the wild colors on both craft. The Sikorsky instead of the standard dark
green was a wild brilliant candy color green. It looked like something out of a
circus. The Huey appeared a bit more respectable, it was painted a darker olive
color, but the US star insignia on the side of the craft was surrounded by a
bright green circle that just didnÕt look right.
Both helicopters were
slowly moving back and forth above the highest point of the canyon. They
appeared to be no more than 200 feet above the rim. This was several hundred
feet below FCC regulation.
I thought to myself, ÒThis
is very strange.Ó I have a conversation with Sasha about his sighting possibly
being a simulated display and I am witness to craft fit for the circus. I had
specifically mentioned to Sash the notion that a helicopter might be used as a
kind of a prop in his sighting. Now I was witness to not one, but two bizarre "identified
flying objects. "
Was this just an amazing
coincidence, or was I being given a rather theatrical visual display that was
similar to SashaÕs. Was this perhaps another mind control exercise by non-human
intelligence? Or was it some kind of a test? As a seasoned contact worker I
chose to ignore the null hypothesis. ÒDamn the coincidences, full contact speed
ahead!
In order to promote
contact I decided to assume the helicopters were a manifestation of this
ÒothernessÓ that we call Et. It is possible that choppers were merely being
rented by some motion picture studio. Maybe Silvester Stallone was doing an
outdoor shoot for Rambo part 13.
On an ordinary Tuesday afternoon
surrounded by traffic, I was still so Gung Ho for contact, that I didnÕt really
care about the more prosaic explanations.
I was determined try to try to communicate, perhaps even interact. I
took a deep breath and tried to relax. I ever so slightly released my grip on
the steering wheel. I gently opened my mind and what I imagined was my heart
chakra. While doing this fanciful exercise, I made doubly sure that I was a
safe distance from the car in front of me.
As my vehicle approached
the top of the Sepulveda Pass, I was doing about 55 miles per hour. I watched
the helicopters located now above me and to the right. They were still moving
back and forth perpendicular to the freeway. I sent out a mental message of
welcome. I visualized a radiant loving light emanating from just below my rib
cage.
As I slowed my breathing.
I thought. ÒWelcome!Ó That which unites us is stronger than that which divides
us. Welcome!.
Keeping up with the fast
moving mid-day traffic, my 1983 Toyota Camry reached the crest of the canyon.
The San Fernando Valley stretched out before me. On my daily ride to hospital,
I always took pleasure in spectacular panoramic view. I accelerated as I headed down the hill into the valley . To
my surprise, I noticed that the Huey had broken away from the Sikorsky. It was headed my way! Just another
coincidence? I choose to discount this possibility.
With all the mental energy
that I could muster, I sent out a loving and spirited message. As corny as it
probably sounds. I chanted one of the CSETI oaths that I had learned.
Ò LONG LIVE THE UNITY OF
ALL CONSCIOUS INTELLIGENT BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE!
ÒONE UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE!
...ONE UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE! ...ONE UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE! Ò
The Huey was now above my
vehicle and I noticed that it was descending rapidly. It kept pace with me,
flying just a few dozen yards out front. I had a perfect view of its underbelly
through my windshield. The chopper leveled out at less than 100 feet above the
roadway.
I continued my chant. ÒONE
UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE! ÒÓONE UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE! Ò
I could hear the chopperÕs
engines, but they seemed quite muffled.
The roar should have been deafening, but it wasnÕt. My heart pounding, I
chanted in my mind. ÒYes! Yes! One Universe, One People! One Universe, One
People!Ó
I experienced a wave of
joyful excitement. The helicopter slightly turned its fuselage sideways,
pointing a bit to the right. With the body of the craft turned, chopper
continued in the same direction. It was following the north bound traffic on
the freeway perfectly and paced my car at a steady 60 miles per hour.
My Huey with the weird
paint job was now about 150 feet in front of me and I could see into the glass
cockpit. The downward grade of the hill put me about 20 feet higher than the
roadway directly below chopper. From that vantage point, I imagined that I
should have been able to see the pilot at the controls. I looked into the right
side of the craft. I saw no one!
There appeared to be no pilot
at the controls. Granted, the angle was not
the best for viewing into the
cockpit. Pilot present or none, I
continued my mental chant of
solidarity,
ÒONE UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE! ONE
UNIVERSE, ONE PEOPLE!
For about one sweet mile,
for one delightful minute, we traveled together. As we passed the Sepulveda
Basin Dam, the Huey moved off to the west. I looked towards the walls of the
reservoir, (a favorite shoot site for film crews.) The large concrete plaza in
front the dam was totally deserted. The choppers were not part of a Hollywood
action movie shoot at the dam.
I continued the drive to
work in contactee heaven. After medical conference I worked an evening shift in
the ER. I called Sasha and told him about the helicopters in the Sepulveda
Pass. Did I really have a contact experience or not? I suppose skeptics would
issue a diagnosis of "self deception", laced most certainly with
"a heavy dose of wishful thinking." Coincidence might explain all.
Prior to this experience I had never before been buzzed by a helicopter while
driving on a freeway. Never before and never since for that matter. It all
might have occurred by chance. But I donÕt think so.
One universe, one people!
Joseph Burkes, MD
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