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THE TAU CETI CONNECTION
By Forest Crawford
Reprinted from UFO Journal of Facts
UFO Archives, Tucson, AZ

The eggs had their typical lack of firmness and the sausage tasted more like greasy rope than pork links. The orders to mobilize saved me from this breakfast experiment. We proceeded down six flights of stairs below the COMPTRAPAC submarine base in San Diego to "shoot-the-tubes." After placing my few pieces of jewelry in a container I climbed into the cylinder to travel the tunnels to an unknown assignment. I wondered what was so important to upgrade our pay from E-3 to E-6 before we left and besides that, we could not even finish breakfast.

As I am told of our departure, a familiar, uneasy feeling comes over me. When you push down on the accelerator in your car, one can feel the tug of inertia sinking you into your seat. When you travel the tubes there is no feeling of motion but you know when the door opens you will be in another place hundreds, even thousands of miles away.
For some comfort I check to see if the watch hidden in my pocket was still there. I quickly look to see if it is even running. It seems to be working normally, so why no jewelry? Because of the electrical charge buildup perhaps?

The soft clang of the door opening made me tense again. I did not even feel us stop! Peeking at the watch I noted only 30 minutes had passed.
We must be in California, Nevada or Arizona, I thought. As I stepped from the windowless capsule I hear a military policeman murmur "Turners' Rangers." Our reputation had preceded us. As I re-adorned my jewelry the first surprise of this assignment was about to come.

A high ranking Navy OSS Officer informs us that we will not be allowed above ground while in North Dakota. NORTH DAKOTA!! Several of us were led to a larger hanger-type room that had been quickly set up to function as a laboratory. Resting on heavy jack stands in the middle of the room was a large, disc-shaped craft. The chief scientist present was introduced as Professor Bear. As his briefing and some discussion proceeded, I rapidly developed a rapport with this talented, open minded and gentle man.

The craft had crashed near Phoenix, Arizona and was moved to this North Dakota base. Two dead alien bodies with fatal radiation exposure were found outside the craft. I reflected on my OSS training for crash retrieval and remembered thinking, "Why bother? We will never get a chance to be involved in anything that exciting." Well, not only was I involved, I was the security team leader. This meant that when the craft was opened I would be the first one inside! After all, one does not send a high-ranking officer or a chief scientist to possibly encounter an alien booby trap or extraterrestrial virus. Come to think of it the prospects did not excite me either. As Professor Bear prepared his ultrasonic sound generators for opening the craft, my apprehension turned to intensity; after all, this is what my training was for.

As the "Bear" turned his equipment on the smooth solid metal surface of the craft began to ripple like when you throw a stone in the water.
When the ripples seemed to gain harmonic stability the now liquid metal parted in a circular iris-like fashion. As I stepped inside I noticed a fresh pine scent and a strange smoothness to everything. The interior was rounded off and continuous with no seams or rivets. It was as if the walls, floor and ceiling were formed out of one piece of metal. Even a table in the center of the craft looked as though it had been pushed out of the floor. What appeared to be control panels had no knobs, switches or dials. There were strange symbols highlighting these futuristic yet simple consoles.

The outside of the craft had no apparent damage yet the interior showed some distortion, possibly from the crash. Next to one of the panels I could see something that would challenge my training and challenge my perceptions of reality forever. The craft was just another piece of hardware, but seated next to the panel was a human!
Its gender was obviously male. Aside from his unusual dress he could have walked past you at the grocery store and not commanded much attention. Upon noticing some injuries about his head I instinctively and quickly moved toward him to help. His skin was a bronze color, reminiscent of Mediterranean or South American cultures. His hair was similarly brown and very short in a Roman or crew style cut. The only real difference in appearance from earth humans was that his ears were slightly pointed. He reminded me of pictures of Quetzacoatl, the deity of the ancient Toltecs.

He was conscious and in great pain. One leg was partially pinned by the shifting interior. I was examining cuts on his cheek and lip when I first touched him. An overwhelming feeling of compassion came over me as I heard his voice in my head. I could understand him clearly even though his mouth did not move. The communication was strictly telepathic. I perceived his fear of being harmed and told him that I would not let anyone harm him. Suddenly, a voice from the doorway refocused my attention on the duties at hand.

I called back that we had a live one. The craft filled with gloved and masked medical personnel to help free the occupant. He was quickly carried outside and placed on a gurney. I remarked that he felt heavy for his size and a few others that had assisted agreed. As the alien was whisked off for medical attention Professor Bear examined the inside of the craft. He found what he thought was a star map depicting the Constellation Eridanus and wondered if that might be where the alien was from. After a brief discussion concerning the nature of the communications, Bear asked me to accompany him to the medical lab. As we talked along the way I referred to the alien being as "Hank." The professor asked if that was the name the alien had given me. I explained that it was not and that I had chosen that nickname based on its Native American reference to a "troubled spirit." The professor smiled and said, "Hank it is," and the name seemed to immediately stick.

In the antiseptic, impersonal medical room, Hank's discomfort was compounded by his complete undressing. While still in great pain he was examined from head to toe. No stone was left unturned, so to speak. They treated him as if he were the baby of some rare animal species being first born in captivity. It became evident that Hank could not communicate with everyone involved so I was asked to be translator. I had no trouble understanding that the normal anesthetic we were administering had little or no effect. Suddenly, with Hank's discomfort still a concern, everyone's attention became divided between the being and a new person arriving on the scene.

This new person was obviously important yet seemed to make everyone uneasy. Even Hank recoiled in fear when he came close. He barked a few stern orders and several people, myself included, marched into a nearby conference room. The man introduced himself as Frank Drake and told us he was head of the operation. The reports would hence forth be titled "Project OZMA" (with an "S"). As the sound of his continued briefing faded into a day dream I thought that my regimented life had just jumped track and was now speeding off in a totally new direction.

This extraordinary story, according to the witness, is not fiction.
Oscar is a simple country person from rural Missouri where he lives with his wife, three children and a menagerie of stray animals. His life is seemingly uncomplicated and unhurried. However, his eyes reflect a clarity indicative of inner knowledge and understanding. We first came to meet this man as the result of a lead from nuclear physicist and renowned UFOlogist, Stanton T. Friedman. At the "Show Me UFO Conference 1989" in St. Louis, Friedman asked Bruce Widaman, State Director of Missouri MUFON, if he would attempt to locate a witness that called responding to the "Unsolved Mysteries" show on the Roswell crash. The person in question had possibly been involved in a crash retrieval while in the military. The tip had come from a former neighbor of Oscar's.

Widaman, of course, agreed to follow up since Friedman felt the investigation should be handled locally. It was known that the witness did not have a phone. So with little less than a name, town and rumor to go on, the search began. Widaman and Alex Horvat, Public Information Officer for Missouri MUFON, arrived in the small town near St. Louis after dark. After questioning a girl at a local convenience mart no further leads were found. Horvat suggested checking the local bar. This produced a description of a front yard that might be the elusive witness'. After driving up and down the lane several times, one yard seemed more appropriate than the others so they hesitantly stopped. Stepping from the car into the country night proved harrowing enough as several large dogs snarled and barked from the surrounding darkness. Widaman was further unnerved when a large black dog began licking his hand as he knocked on the door. Not knowing whether he was being greeted or tasted by the animal, Widaman was relieved to see someone answer. After a brief explanation of who and what our investigators were, an invitation to sit and talk came as a positive sign. The stranger did not know where "Bill," the name given Friedman was, but that he was his brother. After Widaman and Horvat explained their purpose and some of their feelings and ideas he finally conceded that he was in fact the man they were looking for. He explained that his real name was Oscar and that the name "Bill" had been given so he would know where any inquiries were coming from.

As Oscar told the story that began this article it became obvious that because of his military background, the name was necessary for his protection. The account unfolded further to reveal horrible injustices to Hank and to Oscar himself. At the direction of Drake, the team conducted medical experiments such as spinal taps, marrow sampling, taking organ specimens and other exploratory surgery on Hank without anesthsia. Oscar had spent many hours over three months communicating with and growing close to the alien. One day he stepped between Drake and Hank with his .45 caliber pistol drawn and demanded an end to the torture. Drake withdrew but the next monring Oscar had new orders to depart immediately for Saint Albans Hospital in Connecticut where he was incarcerated for debriefing. He remained isolated for several months until the efforts of Lt. Charles Turner, Oscar's commanding officer, got him moved to a psychiatric ward. His family, who had now been out of touch with him for almost three months, was told that Oscar had suffered a head injury during a submarine accident. After spending time under psychiatric care, which would damage his military record, he was oddly enough given an honorable discharge.

After having returned to civilian life Oscar and his father embarked on a hiking trip to North Dakota. They purposely entered the restricted area surrounding the base where Oscar had been stationed.
Perimeter patrol picked them up for removal from the area. While in their company Oscar asked how Hank was doing. One of the guards confided that the alien had died several months earlier.

The next trip out to the country included myself and David Rapp, a physicist with 13 years experience in the aerospace industry and also Director of Investigations for Missouri MUFON. Because of our backgrounds in science, the discussion focused on technical questions about Oscar's experiences. After questioning the logistics of a tunnel system stretching from California to North Dakota to Washington, DC, it became evident that this was not feasible. With careful questioning it was discovered, according to Oscar, that the tunnels only went a short distance and did not actually connect to the North Dakota base.
The capsule shuttle was accelerated and then a time/space window simultaneously opened. The "exit door" of the time/space window simultaneously opened at the r prescribed destination where the capsule would appear in a tunnel and decelerate. The technology was supposedly a combination of our own knowledge, rooted in the Philadelphia experiment, and acquired alien technology. Oscar also talked about the geological location of time/space/dimension doors.
These places allow the easy entry of extraterrestrial craft into our atmosphere. Two such large natural doorways were reported to be just northeast of Seattle, Washington and south of the Apostle Islands in Lake Superior.

The pattern from the panel inside the ship was confirmed by Rapp to match stars of the Constellation Eridanus as seen from earth. It was later confirmed by Hank that the stars of origin of his people were Tau Ceti and Epsilon Eridani. In later sessions Oscar discussed some reasons for the presence of the aliens. He said they do not like the situation with some of the small grey aliens. He corrected us when we used the term "grey" and said they were actually white. The Tau Cetians feel the abductions being carried out by some of the greys are a great injustice to humanity. "They are a parasitic race that has and is praying on human civilizations throughout the universe," Oscar relayed. He added that our government's involvement with the greys is very dangerously out of control. He described them as "bug people" and said they are actually closer to plant life than mammalian. Oscar is adamant that the bug people are using human fluids for sustenance.
They feed by immersing their arms in vats and/or rubbing the fluids on their bodies. He claims that they are also kidnapping children. The Tau Cetians have been preyed upon by these aliens before and they are working with other races and communities that were also victims. One such race that Oscar claims was run off their home planet by the bug people was what we now call the Nordics or Plieadians (Plejarans). He claims, because of his ongoing contacts, he was made aware of the Billy Meier case in Switzerland and swears that is a real contact.
Oscar's comments about the bug people do not necessarily apply to all races of grey aliens, only those he claims are working with governments of the world to gain power with no concern for humanity.

I find all of these comments interesting especially when you consider one investigative detail of this case. I have seen Oscar's house, his Mother's house, his work shop and truck, and at no time were any books, magazines, transcripts of movies about any subject, let alone recent UFO material found. When asked about the strange absence of reading material, he claims that if he wants to know something he merely concentrates on it and the answer comes to him via his alien friends. Could he be an avid reader of the latest and most controversial UFO documents and just be hiding them when we came over?
This is highly unlikely since without a phone, our visits were always unannounced.

While undergoing debriefing, a friend of Oscar's began sending his personal belongings from his locker to his family. Oscar had hidden a Polaroid picture of Hank from one of the files in his locker. He had the picture in his possession for two years before military intelligence people came and asked for it back. He returned the picture but had many Xerox copies hidden. One of these copies was enhanced by an artist so that anyone having profound abduction experiences with grey aliens will recognize the Tau Cetians. He wants people to know that if they are contacted by the Tau Cetians to not be afraid because they are here to help.

This attitude is reflected in correlations with a totally independent case involving a woman from Springfield, Illinois. Jill Waldport appears to have an ongoing and very serious involvement with grey aliens. After Budd Hopkins spoke to her at length the case was recommended to John Carpenter, State Section Director for Missouri MUFON and myself. The intensity and detail of the case is reminiscent of Debbie Tomies' (Cathy Davis) experiences. In my first interview with Jill, she asked if anyone had ever been adbucted/contacted by more than one race or group of aliens. I told her that it was reported with some frequency and asked her which other ones she had seen with the greys. She said that it was a totally separate contact and that they did not like the greys.

When asked about their appearance she reported that they were human, approximately five and a half feet in height, 180-200 pounds but not fat, tanned looking skin with short hair cuts that laid flat against their heads. I asked her to describe their eyes, ears, nose and mouth.
She said all features were essentially normal except that the nose was broad and flat and their eyes were brown. Oscar reported the weight of Hank to be 190 pounds and five feet seven inches tall. He also noted the broad, flat nose.

Jill informed me that the aliens told her they didn't like what the other aliens were doing without her consent. They had come to help her learn how to protect herself. They explained that she needed to psychically build a shield around, like a brick wall, when they came for her. This would keep her from being deceived by their mind tricks.
She tried it the next time the greys came for her and it seemed to work. At this point the correlation counter in my mind was working overtime so I decided to go for gold and asked if they told her where they came from. Believe it or not she replied, "Tau Seat-eye, does that make any sense?" Later I mentioned to Oscar that I was investigating a case that involved intense interaction with the greys and Tau Cetians showing up to help. He asked where the case was from and I told him near Springfield, Illinois. He rattled off a very accurate description of Jill and said he was aware she had been contacted.

Horvat showed several pictures of people from the archives of UFOlogy, one of which was Drake, to Oscar. He immediately picked Drake's photo from the stack and one could see the anger come over his face at the sight of this man. Follow up research by Horvat produced an interesting set of circumstances. The crash in question happened in 1961. Some of you will remember that Drake headed project OZMA Program, the predecessor to S.E.T.I. In 1961 Drake announced that OZMA, in its search for intelligent extraterrestrial radio signals, would first look to the stars Tau Ceti and Epsilon Eridani.

An interesting possible correlation with the predicted natural time/space windows can be found by studying patterns on special energy maps. On such map is a Bougguer gravity anomaly map. Oddly enough, a fairly local low gravity area can be found at both locations mentioned by Oscar. I encourage everyone to analyze these patterns further, comparing them to possible underground alien bases, etc. My research is finding some interesting patterns emerging by comparing the location of gravity anomalies, geomagnetic anomalies, Indian reservations, military bases and cavern entrances. These specialty maps can be purchased at great prices from Geoscience Resources.

A final correlation involves yet another abductee/contactee case who claims profound dowsing ability among other unique traits. Oscar told us that he moved to his present residence because of instructions by the aliens. The property supposedly has lines of energy (Ley Lines) that intersect to form a triangle and create some energy vortexes that make it easier to communicate and visit with him. He described a clearing in the woods behind his house where they best talk to him.
Being a good scientist I like to test these things out so it was time for a double blind study. Lynn Cavins, the contactee with dowsing ability, was only told we were going to a special place to conduct an experiment. She identified a line of energy there and a whirlpool of energy but the real surprise came when we let her go wherever the rods took her. Without being told a single thing about the location or the owner, she wandered around approximately 5 acres of land and came upon a clearing in the woods. With a look of wonder on her face she said, "Oh my god, this is where he comes to talk to the aliens isn't it?"

As one can imagine there are many other facets and correlation's to this case that space does not allow for. The telepathic communication continues as well as occasional physical visitation. Several of Oscar's friends and family have witnessed crafts in the air and other paranormal phenomena associated with his contacts. An interaction between Oscar and Davins has begun and promises to be very interesting. Strange things happen when two contactees get together.
Many things about this case may seem hard to believe and even harder to prove, but I feel a good scientist will go where the data takes him and not pre-judge. Always keep an open mind.