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STEALTH 'BLACK TRIANGLE' CRAFT
Part Two
Link: Part One: 'Black
Triangle', Advanced Stealth Craft
Black Triangle Craft & Psychotronics
THE TRUTH ON BLACK TRIANGLES
UFO Reality magazine [UK] Dec 1996 - Jan 1997:
'NIGHTMARE ON SALISBURY PLAIN -
BRITISH SOLDIERS ENCOUNTER BLACK
TRIANGLE ON NIGHT MANOEUVRES'
Alien Craft or Top Secret Military
Experiment? Or BOTH?'
World-Action: BOTH? - It's possible the NWO-USA
Black projects have exactly the same 'black triangle'
craft as the Greys etc.
Notes by Michael Irving, World-Action:
From the same magazine, UFO Reality (UK), there is an
even more disturbing article on Black Triangle craft
and Psychotronics from around 1991 when the operation
to discredit the wake up message of the Crop Patterns
in southern England had begun.
It is connected with the TV night watches of a
specific field; the hoaxing of a Crop Pattern and the
setting-up of key 'Crop Circle' researchers at the
time; the total manipulation of one man which caused
him several mental breakdowns; and the mutilation and
torture of a beautiful, white horse.
Some very evil people do not want us to get free from
the terrible mess perpetrated on humanity today.
Coupled with these details here, consider the nature
of the many reports of Black Triangles in England
around 1995-1997 when they were terrorising innocent
families out on car journeys by closely following
them. No doubt the BTs were monitoring the occupants
of these cars to test the effectiveness of their
psychotronic and other equipment. The most common
human emotion was fear and anxiety.
'NIGHTMARE ON SALISBURY PLAIN -
BRITISH SOLDIERS ENCOUNTER BLACK
TRIANGLE ON NIGHT MANOEUVRES'
Alien Craft or Top Secret Military
Experiment? Or BOTH?'
'Six British soldiers encountered a
large black triangular
UFO whilst on night manoeuvres
on Salisbury Plain'
ENCOUNTER
During the winter months of 1989-1990 ....
The encounter occurred close to Dunch Hill Plantation,
which separates the well-known Bulford Ranges from a
highly secret MoD compound on Salisbury Plain. The
soldiers (all names on file) were hiking from a place
called Beach's Barn to Dunch Hill Plantation when the
encounter took place. A few weeks ago I interviewed
one of the soldiers in question. For his own security
I will refer to him as 'Mark'.
"It really did my head in," Mark told me, still
visibly shaken by what he and the others had
witnessed, even though it is now six years since the
incident occurred.
"It was weird, really weird. We were about 400 metres
from our destination [Dunch Hill Plantation) when
suddenly this craft just appeared there above the tree
tops. It was massive. And black. Very black. The next
thing I remember we were 600 metres away from where we
were supposed to be - all six of us bending over a
map, trying to figure out where we were and how the
hell we'd ended up there. I still can't remember how
we ended up that far off course."
According to Mark, the entire manoeuvre was a mystery
to the six soldiers from the outset. In fact. Mark's
own words to me were: "We all thought what a total
waste of time it was." He confirmed to me that his
platoon had never before, and never since, been
required to perform such a "totally bloody useless
exercise".
VOLUNTEERED
The soldiers had been 'volunteered' to walk 4 or 5
kilometres, out in the open, in a virtual straight
line, from Beach's Barn to Dunch Hill Plantation.
According to Mark, although it was around 2 o'clock in
the morning and very dark, the exercise was so
straightforward they barely even needed a compass.
They were told the reason for this unusual exercise
was that a reconnaissance unit, positioned around
Sidbury Hill (about 2 kilometres northeast of Dunch
Hill Plantation) was testing night-vision equipment.
The purpose of the exercise was to see if the
night-vision equipment could detect the soldiers in
the dark.
Hmmm...
As Mark told me, he has himself used this same
equipment, and it was obvious to all and sundry that,
being out in the open, even in the dead of night, the
soldiers were bound to be detected. "This night-vision
gear is brilliant," he said.
"It's just like looking through binoculars in broad
daylight. There's no way they wouldn't have seen us.
It was a pointless exercise.
"So what was the real reason behind this 'pointless'
exercise? I put the question to Mark.
"I don't know," he said, grimly, shaking his head.
"But it sure as hell wasn't to test the night-vision
gear. No way.
"Could they have been testing new equipment? Could it
have been equipment you were unfamiliar with?
"Possibly. But if it was, then the whole thing was
even more ridiculous. If the equipment I'd used could
pick us out, then any new equipment would, presumably,
he even better than the old equipment. It was a total
waste of lime."
THE MANOEUVRE
Following several communications, both by letter and
by telephone, I finally went to interview Mark at his
home. During the course of the interview he told me
exactly the sequence of events that, as I was about to
learn, led to what can only he described as one of the
most unprecedented cases in British UFO history.
What follows is Mark's story...
"The six of us were volunteered from the platoon. We
were always the ones that got the naff jobs, but this
one was a total bloody waste of time...
"...We set off from Beach's Barn at around 2 o'clock
in the morning, the corporal at the front... I was
about fourth in line. All we had to do was walk the 4
or 5 kilometres across the plain to Dunch Hill
Plantation, completely out in the open. We were told
that a recce unit was positioned up at Sidbury Hill,
testing their night-vision gear, and that all we had
to do was walk from A to B...
"...When we got to about 400 metres from our
destination [Dunch Hill Plantation] this 'craft'
suddenly appeared there above the tree tops... Dunch
Hill Plantation is right next to an MoD area that's
sectioned off from the army land... there's a copse
there that mark's the boundary of the MoD area...
"...Suddenly this craft was just there ...it
just appeared there above the tree tops. It was
massive. And black. Very black. The strange thing was,
no one said anything. All of us could see this thing,
and yet none of us said anything. I guess we were all
stunned, afraid... I know I was...
"...All of a sudden it started beaming down this light
onto the trees, onto the copse, where I sensed some
kind of movement. There were lights in the copse, like
torch lights [flash lights], as if some people were
milling around in there. Then suddenly this huge black
craft was beaming down this really powerful light,
like a search light, onto the copse. I couldn't make
out the shape of the craft, but it was massive and
black...
"...The night was really dark... it was 2 or 3 in the
morning by this time... but the craft was even blacker
than the night...
"...It was about the size of a Hercules 130, or even
bigger, maybe even as big as a football pitch. But it
was just hanging there, making no noise whatsoever.
Then suddenly it just took off at incredible speed,
still silent, and flew off in the direction of
Tidworth [to the east]...
"...The next thing I remember we were 600 metres away
from where we were supposed to be - all six of us
bending over a map, trying to figure out where we were
and how the hell we'd ended up there...
"...We have these red night torches... we were all
bending over the map trying to ascertain our position.
It was ridiculous. We only had to walk in a straight
line - there was no way we should have been where we
were. I still can't remember how we ended up that far
off course."
I asked Mark if he thought it possible that he could
have hallucinated the incident. He said he truly
wished that that was the case, but that it was highly
unlikely as he'd only had to walk a maximum of 3 miles
(4 or 5 kilometres).
He told me that he knew the feeling of 'hallucinating'
from participating in longer, 25-kilometre hikes, and
from being forced to stay awake for up to forty hours
at a time on some exercises. But a 3-mile walk? He
also told me that, being somewhat used to night
manoeuvres, his night vision was good, as was that of
the other soldiers with him.
So far as Mark is concerned, whatever happened that
night was a real event, and whatever the soldiers had
seen had actually been there for them to see. He bore
little doubt on that score.
So what happened next?
All Mark could remember was being picked up by an army
Land Rover (driven by another member of his platoon)
and taken back to barracks. So far as he can remember,
he was not officially debriefed on his return.
SUMMARY
It was apparent from speaking with Mark that he had
suffered at least some loss of memory concerning the
event. He could remember approaching Dunch Hill
Plantation clearly enough, then being confronted by
what he described as a "massive black craft" that
simply appeared in the night sky above the copse (or
at least it arrived so swiftly that it seemed simply
to appear); people milling around inside the copse;
the craft beaming its light down onto the copse; the
craft then taking off at incredible speed towards
Tidworth; and then... blank.
The next thing he could remember was being 600 metres
from his position, poring over a map with the rest of
his colleagues, trying to figure out where they were
and how they had suddenly arrived somewhere else, 600
metres off course. Then he was picked up by an army
Land Rover and ferried back to barracks, where, he
made a point of telling me, no one said a word about
what they had just experienced. Indeed, according to
Mark, none of the other soldiers ever spoke to him
about the incident. But what was even more unusual,
Mark never said a word, either.
Until later, that is. Much later. Over the years Mark
began to recall the incident that seemed to have wiped
itself from his memory. The incident occurred in the
winter months of 1989-1990, but it wasn't until some
years later that Mark began to remember the incident
more clearly. The memory of the manoeuvre itself
remained with him, of course, but the detail only
started to come back to him a couple of years ago, and
even then, the finer details were patchy. The
time-loss period, however - the period between him
approaching the copse and seeing the craft, and then
finding himself 600 metres off in the wrong direction
- never came back at all.
THE REMEMBERING
It was at this point that we called on the assistance
of Robert La Mont MICH, a very highly regarded Harley
Street hypnotherapist and Member of the Institute of
Clinical Hypnosis. Over recent years Robert has helped
many 'abductees' to recall memories of their
encounters. On hearing of this case, Robert kindly
agreed to 'regress' Mark in order to see if he could
'unlock' his missing-time memory.
During the regression session (which I attended)
Robert proved to be a very thorough and professional
hypnotherapist. I would say he took a good fifteen to
twenty minutes to put Mark 'under', so to speak,
working slowly and methodically to ensure Mark was
completely relaxed and responsive to command. Indeed,
from where I was seated. Mark looked fast asleep.
I should add that at no point did Robert lead by
suggestion. Rather, if anything, he led by
counter-suggestion - making absolutely certain that
Mark was telling his own story, and not the story we
all may have wanted to hear. What came out of the
session was remarkable, to say the least.
Under hypnosis. Mark related the sequence of events
that had led to his sighting of the 'craft' - how the
officer had called on them out of the blue, with no
prior warning, to hike the several kilometres to Dunch
Hill Plantation; how their route had taken them across
open ground, in full view of the reconnaissance unit
allegedly positioned on Sidbury Hill, to the east; how
the soldiers had become 'bored', 'cold' and 'agitated'
en route.
What follows is an edited transcript of what Mark was
able to recall under hypnosis, from the point where he
and the other 5 soldiers were approaching Dunch Hill
Plantation, their ill-fated though prearranged -
destination.
THE TAPES
"So where are you now?" Robert put to Mark.
"I can see the woods... all dark and thick...
lights...
in the copse... people milling around in the copse."
Robert then told Mark to continue on towards the
copse, as he had done six years previously.
"Could the lights you're seeing be a helicopter?"
Robert said.
"No."
"Is it an aeroplane, then?"
"No. The lights are in the woods."
"How high off the ground are the lights?"
"They're in the woods... they're in the woods."
"And do you go to investigate the lights?"
"No."
"You're not bothered about the lights?"
"No."
"OK. Walk on a little bit further."
At this point, Robert told Mark to 'freeze-frame' and
'zoom in' on the lights (Mark had been told that he
was watching a replay of the event on an imaginary
screen in his mind, and that he had a 'remote control'
in his hand, with 'pause', 'rewind' and 'zoom'
facilities etc.)
"What can you see now?" Robert asked.
"Don't know... don't know what it is ...big thing."
"Big thing?"
"Yeah."
"Can you describe the big thing for me?"
"Just dark."
"In the woods?"
"Above the woods... the woods are illuminated."
"The whole of the woods?"
"The copse, yeah."
At this point Mark started to show signs of
distress.
"OK, Mark, You're back on the path. Describe to me
what
you can see"
"The light's shining on us... I'm cold ..."
"What can you see. Mark? Where is the light that's
shining on you coming from?"
"From above."
"Above? So you're looking up now?"
"Yeah... it's shining in my eyes..."
"And then what happens?"
"I... I can't see..."
Again Mark became visibly distressed; Robert spent the
next short while reassuring him.
TOTAL RECALL
A few moments later:
"Tell me what you can see now. Mark."
"A yank..."
"An American ?"
"Mmm..."
"Where did the American come from?
''Out of the woods"
This time Mark's distress became very apparent indeed;
Robert again took a short timeout to reassure him
everything was OK, that what he was seeing was only a
'replay' of something that had happened a long time
ago, and that as such, it could not harm him.
Eventually Mark settled down again.
Then:
"OK, Mark. The American's come out of the woods now.."
"He's poking at us..."
"What are they poking at you?"
"A stick thing..."
Mark's voice was still trembling; he sounded very
afraid, and once again, for a few moments he was too
distressed to continue. Once again Robert spent a few
moments calming him down.
Then:
"OK. Can you describe what this American's wearing?"
"A black zip-up thing... like a flying suit."
"How do you know it's an American?"
"His accent.... he's swearing and stuff...."
"What is he actually saying?"
"F*****g British!"
"And what are the rest of the guys saying?"
"Nothing. We're all backing away."
"How many Americans are there?"
"One."
"Just one?"
"Yeah."
"So you've got six guys backing away from just one
guy?"
"Yeah."
"Don't you find this strange?"
"He's pointing at me."
"He's just pointing at you?"
"Yeah."
"Describe the stick to me. Mark."
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