High Strangeness in Malibu Canyon

Copyright Joseph Burkes MD 2006

The final episode of high strangeness that occurred following my return from Mexico took place during fieldwork. Our CSETI contact team was using a new site in the Santa Monica Mountains. It was in Malibu Canyon not far from Malilbu Creek State Park.

We regrettably had been forced to abandon our first 2 research sites for a number of important reasons. The first site located in the Santa Susana Pass had security problems. One night during fieldwork a group of intoxicated young men went rock climbing at the site. After finishing they came over to investigate what we were doing there. I told them we were “minding our own business”, the implication being that they should do the same. That was our last night there.

Nevertheless our first research site was hard to give up. It had a spectacular view of the San Fernando Valley and was only a relative short driving distance for half of our working group. More importantly many anomalous events had transpired there indicating that we had made contact with Et-I. It was there that Dr. Greer conducted a demonstration of the contact protocols with immediate success. An amber colored UFO appeared briefly and he signaled at it. Later we had other encounters. Anomalous red orbs were seen on the ridgeline. They seemed to be playing a kind of peek-a-boo came with us by going up and down on the northern horizon in Rocky Peak State Park. Powerful lights had also signaled at us from that lonely ridge. These included powerful search lights and strobes that appeared to be linked to consciousness. (For more details of these encounters please see www.contactunderground.com  )

The next site we chose had other problems. It was located at Rocky Peak State Park up a steep fire trail. It required a 40 minutes climb and this was not to the liking of some of  our researchers.  There were other security problems at this second location as well. One-night two Black Hawk helicopters buzzed us. They appeared to be using infra-red tracking equipment because they hovered for the longest time over a rock ledge where our scout team of three had just spent an hour meditating. We guessed that the heat of our bodies left residual infra-red signatures on the rocks. After some reconnoitering we chose the Malibu Canyon site.

Located off a mountain road some 500 hundred feet up above the canyon floor, we had a good view of the sky. To get there we drove up a treacherous narrow road with many switchbacks. Sparse chaparral clung to the steep walls of the canyon. A mile away and above us on the ridge was a row of newly completed luxury homes that stood in a line. I didn’t envy the new owners. Building homes in Southern California canyons is a high-risk venture. Fire, floods and mudslides make living there a recurring challenge.

But then again this Malibu Canyon site was not without some pluses. It was a secluded county park not easy to get to and hardly ever frequented by the locals. There was no running water, nor pit bathrooms, not even a single bench. Its meager accommodations meant we would not likely be disturbed. We parked our vehicles by the road and climbed up a rocky path shaded on both sides by trees. The actual site was perfectly level on a bluff and was about the size of a basketball court. There was plenty of room for our team to move around during breaks in CTS, (Coherent Thought Sequencing)

This wilderness park had one very important drawing point that I discovered my first night out. It was the presence of consciousness. Dr. Greer has described this sensation as “mind”, as a kind of feeling that someone or something is present even when clearly there is no one in sight. On our first night out at this particular research site I experienced this particular curious sensation of “mind.”

It was nightfall and getting darker by the minute. The working group had already set up camp on the bluff and I went down the trail alone to retrieve some equipment from the car. I distinctly recall climbing up the trail and stopping dead in my tracks. I slowly looked over my shoulder listening. The sense that I was not alone was extremely powerful. I listened quietly, probably holding my breath. I recall trying to make out the sound of someone on the trail or perhaps in the dense bushes around me. There was no movement detected, no sound of small animals. It was quiet with the presence of consciousness that only increased as I stood there listening. It wasn’t frightening, just somewhat eerie. I took this experience as a good sign. I thought. “This site would do.” Several weeks later at Robson Mining world I was to learn more about the importance of the presence of consciousness.

Six members of the team had set up their folding chairs in two rows facing each other. Lights, water, tape recorders cameras, all our assorted equipment lay on the ground within easy reach. As was our custom we took turns leading the meditation, or we played one of Dr. Greer’s inspiring tapes. We then listened to anomalous tones that were recorded in a crop circle. We sat quietly meditating  for about 40 minutes and we conducted thought projection in the manner prescribed by Steven Greer’s contact protocols.

Kathy Kaminsky sat directly in front of me. Joe Vallejo was off to her left. On my right was my co-worker from the hospital Shirley Jones. Next to Shirley sat Dr. Maria… a specialist in allergy medicine. We were partners in the same medical group.

As I listened to the crop circle tones I became more and more relaxcd. I was surrounded by my team. We were all meditating together. It felt secure. Each member was personally trained by Dr. Greer. As the result of months of demanding fieldwork a high level  unity had been forged between all members of the team.

I went deeper and deeper into the meditative state. As I sat their quietly breathing I became aware of a gentle pressure sensation in the center of my chest. It was not painful, nor even unpleasant, but it was constant. There were no other symptoms that a physician might associate with some kind of illness. I did not want it to stop. I was quietly sitting with eyes closed, meditating with my friends. I was at peace.

It had been an arduous six months of fulfilling my responsibilities as team leader in the CE- 5 Initiative. The trip to Mexico had been both exciting and dangerous. Now I was safe and sound, back at home, coordinating the research efforts of our CSETI team. With Dr. Greer in the leadership I was confident of our continued success.

Then I heard something strange, softly at first, and then louder. A weird mechanical whining sound seemed to be coming from a source directly in front of me. It slowly increased in volume. It had a kind of electronic quality to it. I thought perhaps someone’s tape recorder was malfunctioning. Sometimes a cassette is defective and the tape wraps itself around the spinning capstan thus producing an odd sound as the tape is stretched tighter and tighter. Could that be it?

The sound was so loud that I was convinced everyone in the team would be able to hear it and I was concerned that it might disturb them. No one however spoke up. We continued in trance. Instead of opening my eyes to find out what it was, I simply ignored it. The pressure in my chest continued. I was relaxed. No one else seemed troubled by the sound. Time passed. The weird noise slowly drifted away. We completed the meditation and I asked my co-workers to take several deep cleansing breaths and to slowly open their eyes.

I wasted no time to inquire about the strange sound. I asked Kathy to check her tape-recorder as the noise seemed to be coming from her direction. She didn’t know what I was talking about. She sat less than four feet from me yet she claimed to have heard nothing unusual. Her tape recorder was working just fine. Joe Vallejo sitting two feet from me had heard nothing remarkable either.

Shirley to my right and Dr. Maria did admit to hearing something strange. Their descriptions of sound matched mine. To them however it was very faint and seemed to move from left to right rather than being a fixed source.

It was then that Joe Vallejo dropped his bombshell. Captain Vallejo, a line captain for United was a skilled observer. He had flown thousands of hours piloting aircraft worth tens of millions of dollars. He also was an experienced meditator with a vast knowledge of esoterica. He told us that during the group meditation he had witnessed something quite strange.

For some reason during CTS he had opened his eyes a little. Through the darkness he was able to see a small being standing directly in front of me. It was no more than three or four feet tall and had a kind of rectangular or box like appearance. As he opened his eyes to get a better look the image disappeared. Joe could not describe what he had seen in more detail. His sighting had lasted just a few seconds.

Several months later I received a package from CSETI Central. It was a tape that was  being distributed to all the CE-5 Working Groups. As I recall it was  as an anomalous tone recorded in New Hampshire in the vicinity of a UFO. I popped the cassette into my tape-recorder. To my amazement it sounded very much like the strange noise that had tracked through our Malibu Creek research site.

I wondered what was the significance of the chest pressure that I had experienced during meditation. One member of the team suggested that it was might have been my heart chakra opening up. Did Joe’s vision of a being standing in front of me have something to do with the anomalous sound that three of us had heard during fieldwork? These inexplicable events associated with contact work certainly fulfilled the definition of high strangeness.

CSETI members please stay tuned. In my next installment for “Notes from the Contact Underground. “ I hope to  describe a personal crisis that may have caused me to take a course titled, “Channeling 101.”

Peace

Joe Burkes MD