The Zorcon Enigma Chronicles

By William E. Levine

When Will Pen, a cab driver, gets an alien for a fare, this triggers his quest that leads Will and his friends across the Americas. A conspiracy is faced by Will, his nephew Jeff Aiken, and their allies.

This is a collection of the four books in the Zorcon Enigma chronicles, previously published separately.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William E. Levine
• Release date: Apr 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311985804

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The Zorcon Enigma

By

William E. Levine

Chapter 1

What in the World

You should have seen her! Will Pen reminisced. Another broad from your college days? his investor buddy.

Ah, Delilah, she was from out of this world. Are you in fantasy land again, Samson?

Will: Think so? Then look at the monitor. They both did a heads up towards the NEWS Monitor over the Cafe Floor, in the Exchange Tower. They saw a flying saucer, apparently being chased by jets, somewhere in the North West Territories.

Is that another black project, I didn't know you invest in futuristic technology? I'm only in penny mining equities. said Will. Will was a full time fleet cabbie, part time Math student, and sometimes investor, in those days. They each gulped down their Ted's coffee, and headed to their respective jobs. One western province is home to the 4 Wing Glacier Bay Canadian Air Force Base. Top gun crews go there to compete for honours in their annual competitions. Hooray for Canada! But in 1979, there was a rumour that experimental craft also flew from there. Some speculated a Flying Saucer, from the 40s, was being tested by scientists, sons of those brought to North America under Project Paperclip. Most thought these saucers were either housed in Argentina, or of ET origin. Nonetheless, F-35 fighter jets had been scrambled out of the Glacier Bay to chase down that saucer with insignia Iron Cross, the Nazi symbol used by the Third Reich.

About 1,111 km south east was Winnipeg, Manitoba, and south east of the 'peg was St. Anne a small farming town. At Mach 3, the saucer chased by the 4 scrambled jets whizzed through that night sky, on that cold Fall evening. The jets fired on the saucer, but it evaded being hit despite the sky-torpedoes exploding all around it. The chase seemed to break off before the CFB jets were about to cross the American Border. NORAD jets would then be tasked to take over the chase.

Chapter 2

Night becomes Day

It has been said every person is born unique to fulfil a purpose. But as one’s life culminates in high strangeness, what would that one’s purpose and way to fulfil it be?

Port of St. Anne, is that right, sir? It is $50 cash upfront … company rules Will pumped out gleefully! In those days, when Will was a young cabdriver, that was a spectacular run even at night on a winter’s eve. On the Canadian prairies such out-of-town trips pose a challenge since the highways are usually icy and outside the wind chills to the bone.

That’s an Indian Reservation, isn’t it? Will asked his fare.

Near one! We’re Metis, half-breeds as the Reds, and Whites call us said this more fair than dark skinned man, maybe in his fifties.

Will sensed a potential problem with the fare, and Will tried to mitigate the situation, first using empathy. In this case it was particularly clever because Will viewed himself as a half breed too, and it would promote balance of diversity through harmony … universal principles in practice.

I am a half breed too, but the Browns and the Whites aren’t so generous with their names. They laughed together.

Then Will asked Why do you call the town a Port, when there’s no water here? From the days of my ancestors are legends of balls of light floating from sky to ground or vice versa. Some said the orbs were the souls departing for a better place, while others said the souls are coming to re-incarnate and teach us new ways. Portal would be a more appropriate term, but the Chiefs and Elders, because our funding comes from the Government, thought Port-of St. Anne sounded more rational.

They parted in friendship quickly, as Will had a long lonely drive home. Some call Will innocent, others call him naive, and still others gullible, but put simply Will was an optimist because he looked to the positive diversity in those he met.

It was about midnight when Will started his trip home. If he could arrive home at 1:00 AM, the time of last call in the pubs, he could work the pub rush and have an even better night. About a quarter hour into his lonely trip on that clear cold night with brisk wind, and little snow on the ground, an extraordinary event suddenly occurred.

There was flash, as from a laser, from the sky. Will's taxi had been pinpointed. By what and why? Then the really strange occurred.

Night became day, or so it seemed. It should have been dark, but suddenly it had become light, intensely white, and this day went with Will as he drove! Will's situation became more than a tease for his imagination.

When this situation erupted in curiosity, Will pulled the cab roadside. Stopped on the gravel shoulder, Will left the motor running with driver’s window open. In relative silence, Will got out to find the light source.

About 400 feet away, across a field Will saw a curtain of white and white-blue fluorescent soccer ball size lights glowing intensely from ground to sky, thousands of them, the same on each side. Will was not sure, but he didn’t recall looking straight up. Will felt no fear or trepidation, or need to flee. The situation was serene, and a curiously pleasant sensation overcame Will.

Who really has a sense of time in such situations. Will returned to driving home after about ten minutes or so it seemed, and soon it was a dark lonely night again. Will arrived in his home town at about 1:30 AM still in time for most of the pub rush. This was about 20 minutes later than expected. That was 20 minutes missing time.

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"Proceeded by a mind's eye complex geometrical pattern, came an Out-of-Body-Experience (OBE), a vision? What ever it was, an incredibly beautiful woman appeared. A woman to love, marry, and be faithful to, to the end. Strangely though her skin was grey, but not from age. Alas, there might be a complication, as she appeared to have two young twin sons – one grey like his mom, one white like Will. Will never has been a fan of children, and especially if he would be responsible for their well being growing up!

Two decades later, in more liberal times, upon recollection of that incident, Will realized he had had 20 minutes or so of missing time, and as well he always looked straight up when outside in the night, as though checking for something.

What was the significance of that incident, and that vision, going forward?

Chapter 3

The Lecture

Toronto, Ontario is, in Will's opinion, a great cosmopolitan city. It has its great diversity, a social envelope of tolerance and harmony, that attracted Will to it two decades ago. Will was looking for meaning to his uniqueness, a purpose perhaps, and enough creature comforts to enjoy the ride. Will was admitted to a local university, obtained a taxi driver’s license, and began the next phase of his quest.

After settling in Toronto near that local university, he began driving taxi full time, more or less. One lazy Saturday morning his first trip was from the Dufferin Mall, a large shopping centre about 20 minutes from downtown. He was hailed by a young Caucasian lad, maybe 18 years old, approximately 5’4 tall with wavy auburn hair, in Army fatigues. It looked as though his army jeep was broken down. Will stopped his taxi and when the lad got in he said Please drive me quickly to the Stone Church near Bloor Street and Spadina Ave."

Yes sir, right away sir Will almost saluted. Usually Will was not so sarcastic but a young military guy apparently giving Will an order irked him.

So what’s happening at the church? Are you doing security work? Will continued a wee bit curious, though his voice was tinged with sarcasm.

It’s a lecture on Exopolitics, the study of Extraterrestrials’ Influence on our World's politics and in this case their influence on the Nuclear Industry. I’m doing a short presentation on mathematical modelling of radiation pollution. From spectral analysis of local randomly sampled environments, I will show that secret codes have been used to conceal dangerous practices for such ecosystems.

Isn’t this a bit weird for an Army kid? as he looked really young, but he also sounded impassioned.

I’m not a kid. I’m in second year of a B.Sc.(Hons.): Mathematics at Carlton University. I’m also a Corporeal in the Canadian Forces Reserves, Tele-Com Section. Secret codes are my hobby and this is the first chance for me to display my knowledge publicly.

Oh! A showman!

Why are you trying to put me down?

I’m not! Will lied.

Fortunately they were just pulling up to the church, but then the fare said I’m paying by DCIEM voucher.

Are you authorized? Who signed it?

Colonel John Starfield, V.D., Canada – Department of Defence – DCIEM voucher # 3141628001.

Oh! I guess it’s okay! But what does DCIEM stand for?

He looked at Will as though he was the weird one, and the fare departed the taxi.

As the lad entered the church he was greeted, by a familiar face.

Come in, come in! At last our mystery guest has arrived bellowed Retired Captain Marty Dee-Dragoon, a sandy haired muscular built man in his mid-forties. He was wearing a red plaid on white shirt, tan cord pants held up by suspenders, and wore tan Kodiak hiking boots.

"Folks, meet Reserve Corporeal Dwight D. Exeter, who is a secret codes expert in the Communications Division of the Canadian Military usually based in our nation’s capital, Ottawa.

"Dwight, I’ve just been telling our audience (composed of about 40 people in total from teens to seniors) about extraterrestrial interference in the nuclear industry since the mid-1940s. In a nutshell I’ve told our audience about the Greys, a clone race of roughly four feet grey body height, no body hair or overt genitalia, barely discernible ears, noses, and mouths, and two very prominent black almond-shaped eyes on each creature.

Experience with captured ones has proved they communicate using telepathy, but high negative emotions blocks that. The Greys first crashed spaceships in the Four Corners area of the USA in the mid-1940s. After we began back-engineering their spaceships, we figured out how to bring them down with energy pulse technologies" he snickered.

Back then, circa 1954, the Greys enforced their will on President Dwight D. Eisenhower with a tour de force, or flap as ufologists call it, over Washington, D.C. Dwight, I mean the then President of the United States of America, virtually capitulated. He signed a Treaty allowing these Extraterrestrials, often called ETs for short, to study our genetics via abductions, torture, organ harvesting from mutilations, etc., in exchange for obsolete ET technologies.

At some point, regardless of the treaty terms, the Greys decided to engage in cross breeding indigenous monkeys or baboons with Greys’ created creatures such as the chupucabras, prior to Greys with Humans.

"Colonel John Starfield, V.D. has been contracted to deal with attendant problems in the Emerald Trade in Colombia, and Puerto Rico. As happens ambient radiation in the environments near nuclear plants may have effected the genetics of those hybrid creatures and hence their behaviours.

Dwight, please feel free to elaborate on the details of the mathematical models of the ETs’ related technological interventions.

Thanks Marty (that is Captain Dee-Dragoon) as Dwight informally called him. Marty it seems was a direct descendent of Dr. John Dee, mathematician, astrologer, and court magician of Queen Elizabeth I in 16th century England. Marty’s dad’s side of the name, Dragoon, came out of the more shady mists of time!

Dwight began his details with a brief review, he supposed, of wave geometry, spectral analysis of a wave to determine its uniqueness, and efficient codes, derived from the eigenvector of the spectrum, to represent the wave signature.

Dwight went on to point out everything could be construed as energy, despite what our brains tell us, so that spectral analysis could be carried out for any environmental scenario and the creatures in it, so long as relevant detection technologies were in use. High resolution digital cameras are an example of such a technology. Dwight didn’t elaborate because he thought it was obvious!

At this point Dwight mentioned a simplifying technique to approximate an identification using what he called the Law of Three. The eigenvector is not based on decimal or binary bases, but hexadecimal, the code used in early computing languages.

There is a legend associated with that Law that supposedly dates back 1,000 years to a victory of a human lead force in a distant star system called Barnard, 5.9 light-years from Earth.

What, when you ask? said Dwight.

Marty broke in to hush Dwight, only saying the legend included classified information that was not to be made public at this time. The audience groaned. Marty countered saying a theory of time travel was involved, and the mathematics required to understand it was way beyond the scope of this lecture.

To Dwight, Marty confided there were aspects about the legend that could panic laypeople, and cause a public relations nightmare for the military. Marty agreed to get access for Dwight at some point.

As the rental time for the Church hall was almost up, Marty thanked Dwight and called for questions from the audience.

At this a young teenaged girl, of Aryan ethnicity, dressed in essential black, with black purse, and black ribbon in her straw blonde hair, asked, to Marty’s dismay: Does the Law of Three involve magick or witchcraft?

If it refers to my understanding, then magick and probably witchcraft which is an application of magick must be involved said Dwight. Marty’s face was a bit red at this point. Dwight anxious to get clearance to read the legend, referred the girl to Dr. John Dee’s work on secret codes which might enable her to deduce the connection with the Law of Three.

Marty decided to end the lecture and thanked Dwight and the audience for coming. He also set a date for the next lecture on Exopolitics and the United States Foreign Policy of Policing the World.

As the audience dispersed, in came Jesse Starfield flanked by Lt. Jeff Moonson. Both were teenagers. Jesse a gal of about sixteen, and Jeff at most twenty, seemed to be chaperoning her. Jeffery saluted both Dwight and Marty.

Dwight, you ready to go? We have to rejoin the training exercises as soon as possible after we drop off Jesse at the zoo said Jeff.

Chapter 4

Zorcon Enigma

On the 3rd Wednesday of December 1999, the strangest experience of Will's life occurred. Will was a night shift Fleet Taxi Driver in Toronto who awoke on the Sutton Place Hotel Taxi Stand at about midnight (Will had fallen asleep from boredom for 2 hours – Yikes!). His night needed to work well after that unscheduled siesta.

Will headed north and turned left on Charles Street West, through the University of Toronto campus. Just about where St. Thomas meets Charles W., out of nowhere popped a potential fare. He was tall, white, and casually dressed, a student Will supposed, as he hailed Will. Will stopped and he got in.

Will greeted him and he told Will his destination.

Dovercourt and College. Will heard. Normally Will did not look at male passengers. He assumed if allowed in his taxi then they weren't dangerous. Will thought to himself Great an $8 fare [nice in those days]. Alas, before they reached University Ave he changed his destination to Euclid and College. Oh well a $5 fare. thought Will. As the Will's cab turned south on University Ave. heading for College, his fare started asking him some strange questions such as What are buses for? . Will answered. Shortly though he asked "What is money for?

Yikes!" Will thought. If an aboriginal from say Borneo was in his taxi, he may not know what the denominations of the city's currency are, but he would know it had currency.

Suddenly Will began to worry...Will I get paid?

Will's fare then said on Will's thought I have $300,000, would you like it? Will didn't take candy from babies, so Will said No, I but I would like $5 for the fare.

At that, the fare pulled out a handful of $20s, maybe $1,000, and handed Will one saying "Will this be enough for the fare?

Will put the $20 bill in the visor and said I'll give you your change when we get there. Then the ride continued a bit before the fare next said: Have you ever seen an alien? .

Will returned with No, but I'd Like to!, a bit tongue in cheek. Will loved sci-fi movies about aliens, but Will always thought they were human actors.

The fare then said I'm an alien.

Yikes! Will thought. Interesting but crazy. Will mused to himself. He then said My name is (sounded like) Zorcon, and I'm heading to the Orbit Room. Will chuckled to himself An alien going to the Orbit Room (a club). As they turned west on College, Will began again began to worry that he might not get to keep the fare, which by now was $6.25. This time, as though reading Will's mind, he said Pull over, I want to get out here.

At that time they were only a block away so Will pulled over. The cab, once a police car, had a huge round bright light shining in the front seat, but lit up the whole interior of the cab.

Without looking at Zorcon, Will passed him back 2 fives, still owing him $3.75. Will thought to himself Wouldn't it be nice if he gave me a tip?

As though reading Will's mind, he said You keep this as he thrust all the change back towards Will. Will selected one of the coins, and turned to face him to return the rest. Will's face was no more than 3 feet from his under that bright light. What do you think Will saw? There sat a Tall Grey Alien dressed in paid shirt and blue jeans.

Will wasn't at all scared, but was damn curious! Will knew then he would never see him again, so Will decided to ask him some questions. Will faced front again.

One question was Where are you from? His answer was A galaxy beyond Mars.

{In retrospect Will wondered: Could ETs come to Earth via stargates, and materialize here via Earth's physical mediums? Perhaps we should ask Zorcon or one of his tribe?} Will thought what a peculiar answer that includes a planet and a galaxy in the same line? Only much later did Will realize he was referring to coming through the Mars Stargate. A fact later independently confirmed.

Will asked how many of his tribe were here, when did they first come, and why did they come? He told Will only one comes at a time (later Will discovered he fibbed about this), they first came in 1912, and their mission is to monitor the environment in case its degradation becomes really bad, then intervene. When he said that he sounded like an angry alien!

So, Will asked him What does all this mean? What will you do?

"We will return to the Earth in 50 years, invade the Earth, and

KILL ALL THE HUMANS!"

Yikes! How could Will let the trip end this way?

Will took his hand, shook it and said This is a handshake. It's a symbol of friendship and good will.

Zorcon looked at the handshake, then Will, and asked What's your name? Will said "My name is 'Will'.

Zorcon says Will, I'll see you again. He then got out and left. The thing was that his 'hand' felt like a sack of somethings, but not a hand or paw!

Chapter 5

TV Producer

By late December 1999, Will had told a few receptive fares his story. Not being particularly brave, Will felt the best way to keep the aliens at bay, would be to disseminate the information to the public, …in this case, his fares. One such fare turned out to be a TV producer.

Upon hearing the information she wanted to follow up some aspects before committing to a production. She said she has a friend who is a psychic, and that the three should go to the Orbit Room, and track down Zorcon. ‘Great idea’ Will thought, but being so close to Christmas, Will suggested they do it in early January 2000. Will offered his Woodsworth College email address for contact. Normally, Woodsworth College shuts down its Student Computer Labs, end of term for about a week, to clean house.

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Next, a wee note about greys as masters. Will supposed Zorcon was a human-grey alien hybrid. The Greys have historically – that is, cosmic history – been alien abductors. The Greys messed up their species genetics BIG TIME, eons ago, and recently, about 50+ years ago, have realized a Homo Sapiens' connection to themselves. Hence they began abducting and experimenting on humans, some believe to be under a treaty with the USA government of the day.

As justification the Greys say that the human souls of the abducted gave them permission for this incarnation level, so it’s okay! Really? Imagine going to the post WWII Court at Nuremburg where the Nazis were tried for war crimes against humanity, and saying as defence counsel, that the six million souls gave the Nazis permission to enslave, torture, and murder their current incarnations. Will didn't think that argument would hold much water, do you?

The Greys knew Will's position in these matters, and he believed they intervened to prevent contact with that producer. Indeed, Will believed Zorcon’s masters were afraid that Zorcon might tell Will more than he was supposed to about his mission with respect to local environments, especially in Colombia, Brazil, Egypt, and Eritrea.

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When Will arrived at the Woodsworth College Student Computer Lab in the first week of January 2000, he enquired about the email service starting again for the Spring term.

The lab guys said the email system was down. Further, they said this had NEVER occurred before, they had tried every remedy they knew, even brought in experts who could find no problem, and yet the system wouldn’t work. Will came back the second week, the third, etc…always the same problem. Then one day in mid-February, the email started again, just as mysteriously as it had stopped. Immediately, Will checked for that producer’s contact email. Not one was found. Will supposed she tried, but eventually gave up.

The Greys had won that round.

20/20 hindsight prompted by fares suggested there were a number of questions left unanswered.

Why did Zorcon come to Will's cab? Is there something unique to both fare and cabbie that brought him to Will? Why didn’t Zorcon suggest rational remedies, rather than a fear-based one? Was Zorcon on a particular mission, and did he know something about Will necessary for that mission?

Chapter 6

It's Escaped

One Wednesday morning in April 2000, in Toronto it was overcast and cold. Will thought to himself that another boring shift lay ahead. It was about noon when Will asked a fare, an elderly Englishman by his accent, what his newspaper had to offer.

Not much, except EEE – ZEE is finally being deported for his racist spread he said. Just to raise debate, and relieve his boredom, Will enquired

Ah, you don’t believe there’s a Master Race?

NO! he shot back fiercely.

Will stood his ground with a twist.

I mean the English, of course.

He laughed at first, but then snarled

What would you know, you Canadian! Canadians are but lapdogs to the Americans aren’t they? Will thought this a cheap shot to avoid his point, but the gent did seem rational.

The fare continued in a crisp tone.

Since the 1550s Dr. John Dee, and Edward Kelly, established the Divine Right for Queen Elizabeth I and her realm to rule the world! Only the upstart Americans, of cruder English stock, do challenge the faith.

Now Will's curiosity was tweaked.

So your indignation with E.Z. is not his Master Race sentiment, but who he deemed to support? Before he could answer, Will continued

You know Dee was a mathematician, but the work you cite him for was magick. To extrapolate a wee bit further, are you proposing that magick is the real root of the Master Race?

No, no he retorted, The root is complex!

So you admit then, that magicians may be a second intelligent terrestrial species, and that human reality is powerless without the complex or imaginary component offered by magicians?

Driver your logic is jumpy, are you sure you studied Mathematics?

How did he know Will wondered, but he was caught up in imagination and revelation about the old geezer. Will blurted out "Just cutting