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. have.

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.

'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

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.
 
 

TOTALL 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."

"It's a... pointer... like an aerial..."

"And what's he doing with it?"

"He's just pointing at me... and pushing me
and prodding me in the chest."

Robert now told Mark to use his imaginary remote control,
and to move through this particular sequence 'frame by frame'.

"What's the American doing in this frame?"

"He's just stood there... but there are lights on us."

"He's on his own, you're stood in a group, and there are
lights on you.  Is that right?"

"Yeah. We're huddled together."

Next frame:
"It's like a beam... encircling us..."

"And where's the American?"

"He's outside of the beam."

Next frame:

"We're all getting moved by
the beam... we're moving with the beam."

"Where to?"

"To the right."

Next frame:

"We're right by the
edge of the wood... by the edge of the copse."

"And where's the American now?"

"He's not there any more."

"OK. Are you actually walking? Can you feel
yourself walking as you move?"

"Yeah... shuffling..." 

Next frame:
"We're all being moved by the beam."

"And then what happens?"

"We're all just stood there... with the light on us."

"And the object is still there?"

"Above us, yeah." 

Next frame: "We're just underneath it."

"Can you make anything out as you look up?"

"It's a triangle... black metal... it's not smooth
or anything... it's like... wedgy... sort of wedged."
 

"Whereabouts is the light in which you're standing emanating from?"

"From the middle" [of the craft's underbelly].

"Any other details?"

"Black... it's just dark... at the bottom end it's like an aircraft light..."

"Any other details?"

"We're just covered in this light. It's like pulses of light... directed
at us... I feel sick, dizzy..."   Next frame: "...I'm surrounded in light...
pulsating light... and there's a noise... almost like a generator...
like a humming, pulsating, continuous..."

Again Mark became very distressed. Mark went on to recall how
the craft had finally departed, slowly at first, and then at incredible
speed, but with no apparent acceleration. He was then able to
recall how the six soldiers had wandered off in the wrong direction,
stunned, dazed, explaining how they had finally ended up 600
metres from where they were supposed to be.  They had
walked, although none of them had remembered doing so.
 
 

CONCLUSIONS

Firstly, I will offer you Robert La Mont's conclusions.

"My professional opinion on this case is that the subject
did in fact have an encounter, along with his colleagues.
This conclusion is based on the visual reactions to the
regression session, and the following observations.

1: The traumatic reaction to the situation.

2: The apparent lack of communication between 'command'
and the soldiers.

3: Identification of the 'ground crew' of the Triangle [American]
- because no one was seen entering or leaving the craft, I cannot
call them 'occupants'.

4: The now familiar geographical location of this type of craft,
close to military activity.

5: The amnesia induced in all the victims, almost instantly.

6: The identification of the small insignia on the left upper chest
area of the suit worn by the 'ground crew'.  (Although edited out
of this article, Mark did indeed describe a 'small insignia on the
left upper chest area of the suit worn by the American',
whoever he was.)

7: The apparent 'Philadelphia Experiment' scenario, in that
there seems to be no other witnesses to this event, yet the
proximity to other people in the area should have produced
some corroboration, even amongst the individual witnesses.

I could pick out further findings, but I feel the point
has been made."
 
 

QUESTIONS

If Mark's story is true - and there is every reason to
conclude that it is - then there are some very serious
and pertinent questions to be asked.

For one: Since when did our alien neighbours take to
wearing black flying suits and speaking with American
accents?

And two: What was the real agenda behind this highly
unusual manoeuvre?  To test some new beam-weapon
capability, perhaps?

Remember, Mark said that all six soldiers were being
"moved by the beam", and it is now evident that the "beam"
was in some way responsible for inducing amnesia in its
victims. Sound familiar? Do you still think that it's 'aliens'
who are abducting and experimenting on people?
 

I rigorously put to you that, given the unprecedented
circumstances of this case (coupled with the mountain
of supporting evidence that is now available) the so-called
'alien abduction program' is not the work of aliens alone.
 

I put to you that it is either the work of some Ultra Top
Secret arm of the military-industrial-intelligence complex
or worse, that it is the work of a joint alien/government
alliance whose motives and agendas are the very reason
for all the secrecy surrounding the UFO phenomenon.
And either way, this empire