Ultimate Deceit

By Piper Varsi

Ultimate Deceit is a series of true accounts experienced by the author that takes the reader into a deeper mind-bending world of incredible occurrences. It presents factual events that involve interaction by EBEs (extra biological entities) with human beings—events that even today have been suppressed by world governments and just lately partially disclosed by the US Navy. Read about the author’s own experiences related to her own medical examinations, implants, and other experimentation conducted in her organs by other beings!

Lately, the Pentagon, through the Defense Department, confirmed that photographs and videos by the military of unidentified aerial phenomena were indeed legitimate images of unexplained objects maneuvering in the skies and seas of our planet. While the author’s own experiences were with discoid-type craft, there are many other shapes mentioned in this book, like spheres, cylinders, triangles, and so on, all describing a dazzling array of face-to-face encounters, abductions, sightings, and landings. The author presents undeniable proof that shows carvings and drawings from ancient civilizations that existed thousands of years ago (and that perhaps were even more advanced than ours today) and which depict advanced technologies like flying aircraft, plus figures of humanoid beings, proof literally written in stone!

After reading Ultimate Deceit and examining the evidence exposed in the book, readers may be shocked, especially when they reach conclusions and the acceptance of the fact that we are not alone in the universe—for example, considering the scientific Drake equation (ref. the SETI Institute), which is as follows:

N = R * fp * ne * fl * fi * fc * L

Where

N = the number of broadcasting civilizations

R = average rate of formation of suitable stars (stars/year) in the Milky Way galaxy

fp = fraction of stars that form planets

ne = average number of habitable planets per star

fl = fraction of habitable planets (ne) where life emerges

fi = fraction of habitable planets with life where intelligent evolves

fc = fraction of planets with intelligent life capable of interstellar communication

L = years a civilization remains detectable

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662454851

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Memories of Being Abducted at Four Years of Age

One of my first recollections was of when I was only four years of age. I remember one night while all of us were asleep that I woke up with some movement in my bedroom. I then saw three little entities standing in my room; all looked humanoid, but they were not human. I wanted to scream, but no sound would come out of my mouth. I also noticed that I couldn’t move but was only able to see them moving toward my bed. I felt petrified with fear as the three of them kept staring at me. Two of them were much smaller than my stepfather, who happened to measure about five eleven, and these small entities were probably shorter than four feet tall. The one who was holding a long metal rod was much taller as he towered over the other two and definitely looked different from the other two smaller ones. His head was of different shape, and he seemed to be in charge. All these entities didn’t have kind faces, and they were expressionless. They were very thin, and their skin was unlike ours. They were wearing skintight clothing like some type of uniform, and their heads were too big for their body. Their black eyes were also very big for their face, which was almond shaped. Also noticeable was that they didn’t have any hair, and their long arms and fingers were skinny. I could not remember seeing thumbs. They had long and thin fingers, which appeared strangely shaped. Their fingers appeared too long, and they were all the size of the middle finger. I could not remember seeing their feet, and I don’t know why, except that maybe I was too terrified and was afraid to look down. I had never seen anybody or creature that looked like these beings before!

Next thing I recall is that I was in my bed, and the three figures were leaving the room right through the window, as if there were no glass or a screen there. I then noticed that I was able to move, so I got up from my bed, scared and crying, and ran to my mother’s room.

Rushing into my mom’s bedroom, I saw that my mother and stepdad were asleep. I approached their bed screaming for help, crying and telling them about the entities in my room. They both woke up, and my stepdad, who at the time worked as the head of a security unit, armed himself and got up quickly. He went to my bedroom first, then checked all over the house, and later went outside to look. However, he returned saying that there is no one inside or outside the house. At that point, they both began questioning me about my experience.

I told them everything about the unusual-looking beings and how they had gone through the window as if there was no glass at all. After listening to my story, they both said, Don’t worry. It wasn’t real, and you just had a nightmare, that’s all. I kept crying insisting that what I experienced was real. My grandmother, who at the time lived with us, asked my mother to bring me some milk. My mother got the milk, and my grandmother handed me the glass and asked me to drink it. I was feeling sick, and I let them know that I was experiencing nausea. They insisted saying that the milk would help me sleep, but I merely drank a little from the glass and vomited. After that, my grandmother placed me on her lap and covered me with a blanket.

The abductions became frequent, and every time, it was a terrifying experience, leaving me with the side effects of nausea and sometimes vomiting. In addition, the next day, I would feel extreme fatigue and headaches and even get bleeding nose and gums as well as redness on my face and parts of my body.

Implant in My Right Leg

When I was almost five years old, I started having intense pain on my right leg when I walked or ran. (Even at night, the pain was terrible!) I let my grandma know, and she rubbed my leg with some oil, but as she was rubbing it, she said that I had a lump near the tibia. Later that day when my mother got home, my grandma mentioned that to her, but my mother seemed tired and hardly even acknowledged it. As time went by, the pain got worse, and at times, I fell to the ground, with only my grandmother being there to rub it and care for it. As time went by, the lump on my leg became more aggravating and the pain stronger. My grandmother once more brought it to my mother’s attention, but she just dismissed it by saying perhaps she hit her leg with something. Eventually as time went by, the pain diminished as the little lump moved away from the nerve that runs along the tibia bone, and at times, I experienced a vibration coming from it.

Another unusual occurrence happened. A new family had recently moved to our town; they lived just houses down from our home and had a child whom they hardly ever let out of their house because he was not normal. This child’s head was not a normal human head. It was too big for an eight-year-old kid! It was about the size of an adult person’s head and was completely bald. His face was almond-shaped, and his body was not normal. His arms were too long for his torso, and he had very skinny arms and much longer fingers when I stood beside him. Also, I noticed that I was a lot taller than he, even when I had always been referred as a short, petite girl.

The Strange-Looking Boy Who Looked Like an Alien

The first time I saw him was while playing by his home. He came out of his home and acted very shy, and he just stood there looking at me with his big eyes. The strange boy didn’t speak much. His eyes were very large, and I noticed he didn’t have any eyelashes or eyebrows. His nose was also very small, and his lips were extremely thin. I had seen thin lips before, but this child seemed almost like as if he didn’t have lips at all! I also noticed the lack of teeth, and he said that he was having trouble seeing since the bright light form the sun bothered his eyes a lot.

He also mentioned that his parents were incapable of communicating with him. I couldn’t fully comprehend what he was talking about. Why couldn’t his parents be able to communicate with him? Nevertheless, I asked him how old he was and what his name was. He said that his name was Carlos, and he added that he was eight years old and that his parents were ashamed of him because he was so different. He mentioned that in the previous home where they had lived before, some kids in the neighborhood used to make much fun of him.

I proceeded to ask him if we could be friends. I wanted to be his friend because I had feelings of sadness and compassion for him and felt upset about other people not understanding his condition. I couldn’t see any signs of emotional expression on his face one way or another. This puzzled me, but I still wanted to be his friend, just thinking how lonely he must have felt. He agreed to be friends, but when I asked him if we could play, he mentioned he could only play for just a few minutes and only in the shade. He said that his mother’s routine was going to the market on Mondays and stated that that was the only opportunity he had to get out and only for a few minutes. We then agreed to see each other on Mondays.

During the next few weeks, I would go to his home and wait until his mother had left so he would come out for a few minutes. I noticed that he was having trouble with his skin and eyes since the light from the sun bother him a lot. He always stayed in the shade and complained about how painful it was for his skin when he was exposed to direct sunlight.

For four weeks, I went to play with him as usual, but one of those times, we became distracted and didn’t notice it was time for him to go back inside his house. His mother arrived and asked me to leave, or she would tell my mother I was bothering them, so I left, and she took him inside the house. The following Monday, I went to play with him anyway, but he didn’t come out to play, so I went to his home and knocked on their door. His mother came out and shouted at me to leave him alone. I went crying to my grandmother and explained to her about that unfortunate child, and she advised me to stay away. I remembered feeling sad since I wanted to see him and tell him I cared for him and that I didn’t care that he was different, so I made the decision to write to him to let him know just that. After finishing the short letter, I went and placed it under their front door and returned home. Later that day, I went out with my grandmother, but when we came back, my mother was waiting for us with a very upset look on her face holding a letter in her hand.

She mentioned to us that the boy’s mother had come to our home and that she was very upset about me playing with her son. That she got even more upset when she found the letter under her front door telling her son how much I cared about his condition and signed with my name.

My mother proceeded to question me. First, she sat me down and showed me the letter and then asked me who had written the letter. I saw it and knew it was the same one I had written to the child.

I told my mother that I had done it because I felt very sorry for the kid. She said that I was lying and that I didn’t know how to write as I was only five years old. She continued by asking me again and telling me not to be afraid and that she was not going to get upset if I would just tell me the truth. Again, she asked who wrote the letter. She said, The print on the letter is very fine. This can’t be your handwriting since you don’t know how to write!

I responded that I was the one who wrote it, that she must believe me. She started shouting at me, and this time, she was holding me by the shoulders. I started crying, telling her over and over it was I who wrote the letter.

My mother then sent me to my room and called for a family meeting. I had two older sisters, one six years older and the other one almost eight years older than I, but they both denied having anything to do with the letter. They said they didn’t even know anything about that boy and added that they had other older friends. At that point, my grandmother, who had been witnessing the entire incident, asked my mother to go to the neighbor’s home and find out what was wrong with that boy and to offer help if they needed it, so my mother did it.

Later, when she came back, she said the woman had told her that her child had been born with a rare physical appearance and that she and her husband were very distressed because they felt ashamed of the child’s looks. My mom asked her if they had consulted any doctors about their child’s condition, and she responded that several doctors had seen her child, but they had no logical expiation for his looks. She also mentioned that they had been moving through different places because every time anybody saw their son, they stared at him and gossiped, and therefore, they moved quickly. My mother asked me to stay away from the boy and mentioned that the boy’s mother had been very specific about her desire of keeping the boy away from public view. Not long after that incident, they left our neighborhood, and we never saw them again. To this day, I still feel sad about the boy, and I often wondered what ever happened to him and how he continued his existence.

Abduction at Five and a Half Years Old

I still have vivid memories as my childhood continued of me seeing the same entities in my room at nighttime There were always more than two beings; they were very skinny and with long arms and legs, big head and eyes, just weird-looking. I always got up when I was able to move and ran to my mother’s room.

I remember one specific time when I was about five and a half years old and had rushed into my mother’s room and found my parents fully awake. My mother and stepdad were surprised to see me standing there, crying, and they both started shouting at me at the same time. My stepdad was furious and asked my mother to take me to my room. My mother, who was obviously also upset, proceeded to take me back to my room. However, I turned totally hysterical just thinking that maybe the ugly beings were back in my room! I kept telling her about the creatures in my room, but to no avail. She said that I was just having another one of your bad dreams. I couldn’t stop crying and shaking, and I felt so scared that I refused to stay in my bed. She then took me to my grandmother’s room and let me stay there the rest of the night. As I was lying in my grandmother’s bed, I felt sick to my stomach and had almost like a vertigo and nausea feeling. I couldn’t help it and vomited all over the bed, so they had to strip my clothes and get me into the shower, and they changed the bedding.

After my grandmother dressed me, she went to talk with my mother and told her that she suspected that maybe I had fever. She was saying that my body was just too hot. My mother acknowledged it, and they proceeded to place cold towels on my forehead. They also gave me something for the fever, but I couldn’t keep the pill down. The next day, I couldn’t eat much and felt very, very weak.

About three days later, I felt better, and I wanted my mother to know the truth of my sickness. I started telling her again about the unusual beings in my room and how they were doing things to my nose and ears, but she wouldn’t listen at all. She ignored me and said that she needed to go and open the business and that she was running late. That morning, my grandmother sat me on her lap and asked me what entities I was talking about. I began reciting the same story I had told my mother before—that there were three very skinny, weird-looking entities in my room; that they were not normal; that two of them were smaller, and one of them was a lot taller. I told her that the tall one had held a metal rod to my head, that their arms were very long, and that their fingers were thin and long. I also mentioned that they didn’t have a thumb and that their legs were also skinny; their heads were very big; and their eyes were huge and black.

They didn’t look like us, Grandma, I said. They have different skin. I told her that they came into my room through the glass window and left through that same window, but the glass didn’t break. I told her that one of them had a long stick, which had a bright light.

My grandmother, who had been listening and paying particularly close attention to me, turned around and hugged me and tried to comfort me saying, Don’t think about those things any more…you were just having a bad nightmare.

I kept insisting, But, Grandma, I was awake, and those beings took me and did things to my body. I still couldn’t convince her, and she sent me to go play outside as she had some work to do in the kitchen.

*****

One of the incidents I could fully recall was that when I was only five years old, I could write, read, and do math. It was a rather strange occurrence since back then, we didn’t even own a television, and my sisters being a lot older than me were too busy with their friends and never took the time to teach me a thing.

Advanced Knowledge

When I was six years old, my mother kept me busy helping with my baby stepsister. I enjoyed doing that. However, every time I had a chance, I would ask my mother to let me attend elementary school. Sadly, her answer was always the same: You are too little to go to school.

One day, I just showed my mother that I could write and read and do math! She asked me if my sisters had been teaching me, and I said no, and she then asked me how I had learned then. I responded, I don’t know, Mom. All I know is that I do.

I guess my mom was surprised, and since I kept insisting that I wanted to attend school, shortly after that incident and at my insistence, she finally showed interest and took me to a Catholic school, where she very proudly asked the nuns to test me. They gave me a test and found out that I was too advanced for kindergarten or even first grade since the test results showed that I had the knowledge of at least a fourth-grade student!

The nuns told my mother that I was too young to be in fourth grade, and the nun commented about my age and how petite I was. The young nun then took us to see the Mother Superior, who was the principal. Mother Superior was a heavyset lady, with a permanently unhappy-looking face. The younger nun who gave me the test was a lot nicer, and she explained to her the situation and showed her the results of the test.

Looking at me, Mother Superior asked, How did you learn all these things? I responded that I didn’t know. Turning to my mother, she then stated, Very well, she can attend elementary school starting on Monday. But even if she could be approved for fourth grade, I can only place her in second grade…as she is too little to be in third or fourth grade.

My mother agreed and seemed very proud. I can still remember how happy I felt being able to attend school!

Missing Time at Six Years Old

While at school, I couldn’t make friends since the teachers would ask me to check the other children’s homework and also tutor them. Because of my age and size, it became very hard dealing with discrimination from some of those kids, and I couldn’t make many friends in the little town. Besides going to school, I always looked forward to going with my grandmother to the family ranches. We went to the land my mom and grandma owned, and we also visited the other ranches the rest of the family owned.

While there, I had a lot of fun with the different animals. I loved the flowing river, lakes, and the big pond. I also loved to see the turtles, swans, ducks, and geese. One of the things I enjoyed the most was running in the fields during spring vacation because they were full of wildflowers. I loved the honey from certain flowers. There were many bees pollinating them, but they never bothered me when I reached to taste the honey from the same flowers.

On the other hand, the abductions and aftereffects continued to the point that I felt that my mother, stepdad, and grandmother became almost used to it. When I was close to six years old, one day after visiting my aunt Rafaella’s ranch, my grandmother, who had taken me there to visit for spring vacation, had to leave her daughter’s home sooner than previously planned because I was missing for over four hours! My aunt’s daughters, who at the time were in their twenties, had gone out looking for me but couldn’t find me anywhere. Aunt Rafaella and my grandmother had been also looking for me, but I was nowhere to be found. Tired and desperate, they all returned to the house. Then my uncle and his two grown-up sons went looking for me on horseback. Three hours later, they all came back empty-handed as well. Later on, when I walked in the front door of the house, they all were surprised but also very upset, and everyone started shouting at me at the same time asking where I had gone! Their almost-angry attitude scared me, and I started crying as I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong for them to be so upset!

All of them were shouting while repeating that everyone had been looking for me.

Where were you?

Where have you been all this time?

I couldn’t understand what they were talking about, but I responded with the truth saying that I had been sitting by the nearby pond all the time.

They mentioned and swore that the pond was the very first place where they had looked, and since it was only a few feet away from the house, I was nowhere to be seen! One of my cousins mentioned that she had been there twice looking for me, and my grandmother and aunt also mentioned that they had been there twice, especially because they all knew that I liked going to the pond so much. I definitely couldn’t understand what I had done wrong or why they would tell me that I was missing when in my mind I could only account for only few minutes of play in the same spot by the pond. To my surprise, my grandmother and her daughter had gotten into a terrible disagreement about my missing time. I noticed that my grandmother, as calm and peaceful as she was, was terribly upset also because I had been missing for so long. She questioned me more than once about it, but I just repeated the same that I had told the other adults questioning me. Time after time, I replied that I hadn’t gone anywhere else, that I had been playing by the pond. My aunt became very upset at Grandma because she didn’t allow her to spank me with the leather belt to get the truth out of me and demanded from my grandmother to take me back home the very next day as she felt nervous and upset about me missing. My aunt stated to everyone present that a wild animal could have attacked me.

I felt uneasy that my aunt didn’t believe that I was telling the truth, and I couldn’t understand why they felt so upset when in reality I had been playing by the pond as far as I knew. I couldn’t help it but felt sad and disappointed that I had to return home so soon. I couldn’t help it and cried.

*****

My cousin Soledad, who was one of the sweetest persons present, approached me with my favorite lollipop, asking me in a very sweet voice to please tell me the truth, sweetie, and I will give you one of your favorite candies.

I really wanted the lollipop, but I responded with the truth, reciting the same words all over again. Through the years, I wanted to recall what happened, but to this day, I can only remember playing by the pond and have no recollection of the over-four-hour missing time, especially because to me, it felt like just a few minutes had passed while I was at that pond, but now as an adult, I understand how worried they all must had been because of a missing child!

Spring Vacation at the Ranch

My aunt asked Grandmother to take me back to my mother’s house. But since my grandmother had asked my mother’s permission for me to spend the entire spring vacation at that ranch, she made the decision not to take me home since spring vacation was just starting. Grandmother felt it wasn’t fair taking me back so soon, so she took me to visit her grandson (my older cousin) at yet another family ranch.

Years earlier, my older cousin and godfather had met a tall, blue-eyed blond girl and married her. They had two little girls and a baby boy. His older daughter was named Martha, also a husky, blue-eyed blonde like her mom. Her little brother was also a blue-eyed blonde, and her sister, Victoria, who looked more like her dad, had hazel eyes but dark-blond hair. They had a beautiful ranch, and both he and his wife were hardworking people, and in spite of having workers, they liked to do much of their own work.

My godfather was one of my favorite people. I always felt he loved me and treated me just like he did his own kids. He was kind and considerate, and he always invited me to spend time with his family. Also, when he came to town to see us, he used to bring a lot of presents for me, and always with a smiling face, he used to lift me in his arms calling me his favorite daughter.

One of the things I remember most about my older cousin and godfather was that he, too, had plenty of land and was very wealthy. The ranch he owned had a lot of cattle and horses. He, too, had help, but in spite of having ranch hands, he liked to keep busy. He was a very nice man, always kind and generous, and in general, he was an outgoing and happy person.

Anyway, the day we arrived there, they received us with happy smiles. My godfather’s wife then prepared a special meal to welcome us. The next morning, my cousin Martha and I got up early and went to the corrals to get our warm, fresh milk from the cows as the ranch hands were already milking them. After drinking our milk, we went to feed the chickens and collected eggs, something I’ve always loved to do, but we both knew we had to be careful with the very unfriendly rooster on the way to the barn.

That morning, when we walked in the kitchen with the basket full of eggs for breakfast, Martha’s mother mentioned about us picking up after ourselves and to make ourselves presentable for breakfast. She had baked fresh bread and cooked eggs and fresh bacon. Everything was so delicious, and I asked her if she could teach us how to make Mennonite cheese. She laughed and said, The cheeses we make are big. They are as big as that round table. I turned to see the table she was pointing at, and it was tall and wide. I now realized it was approximately thirty-six inches wide and about twenty-eight inches in height. She said, In any case, you both are too small for such a big job, but I happen to have some small cheese molds that you and Martha can use so you can learn how to make small individual cheeses.

Martha’s mom proceeded to give us some of the small cheese molds. We had a wonderful day learning how to make cheese, and she even showed us how to make cottage cheese. I particularly loved the little cheeses. They turned out nice and tasty! She mentioned that the following morning, she’d be teaching us how to make other kinds of things like butter, sour cream, and string cheese.

The next morning, we went to the corrals and got our fresh milk from one of the workers, who happened to be milking the last of the cows. After drinking our warm milk, we were looking forward to learning more about the string cheese and butter making, but Martha’s mom sent us to first go and feed the chickens and collect eggs.

Just like the previous morning, we were looking forward to having a hearty breakfast. After finishing breakfast, she asked us to go and clean our rooms and fix our hair. Since I had long blond hair, Martha, who happens to be older than me for about four years, helped me comb my hair so we could finish faster.

It was around 8:30 a.m.; it was a beautiful, hot, sunny day, and we both were anxious of going to the nearby stream not too far from the main ranch house.

Martha then asked her mother for permission to go and to collect some small fish. Martha’s mom asked us to please make sure to stay nearby the house, not to wonder in the woods and to make sure we stay by the nearby stream, warning us by saying that there are a lot of wild animals out there and to please be careful.

The Two Suns

We both agreed and asked her if we could have two clear glasses to put the fish in. She just smiled and handled us some mason jars. She added that if we were to bring any fish back, we could only keep them for a few minutes, and after that, we would have to return them back into the water. We agreed, and she said, Very well, go. The only request is that you, Martha, being the older one, will keep an eye on your little cousin. You know at what time I start making butter and string cheeses. If you girls want to learn, then be here on time and come back before lunchtime.

We were very happy that we could go to the stream to catch fish, and we assured her we would be right in time for the string cheese-making.

The day started as a hot day, and we were wearing sleeveless cotton dresses and sandals. After arriving at the creek, we removed our sandals and got in the water. The water was so clear we could see our feet, and there were a lot of small fish there. We both felt happy playing in the water, and while we were very entertained looking for the fish, I reached down to get one of them inside my jar. All of a sudden, Martha started shouting for me to look at the sky and pointed her finger up to the sky and said, Look…there are two big suns!

I stopped chasing the fish and looked up only to see that in fact there were two big suns, except that one was silver and not as yellow as the other sun. It was shining with the light of the sun, and it appeared much lower than the regular sun.

Martha said, Look, it is moving. It is not a sun. It is not yellow like the sun. It is silver color. Look at it! Look at it!

I looked up, and in fact, it looked silver when the sunlight hit it. The silver disk kept getting lower and lower and was making an unusual humming-like noise that we hadn’t heard before.

As it got lower, it became very windy, and the wind had become so strong that it was creating ripples in the water. Plus the branches of the trees were shaking, and our hair was flying up in the air, and we froze on the spot!

All Alone at Night

The next thing I can remember was that I was standing on top of the ground, and I felt myself shaken and terrified. Suddenly, it was very dark and cold, and I then realized it was nighttime. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear some coyotes howling. I felt petrified with fear, and I just stood there not knowing what to do. I was crying and calling for my cousin Martha!

I am here, she answered as she was standing just a few feet away from me and had started to cry also.

We both were asking what had happened, but we were also asking why they took us! We were feeling very sick and cold. We started walking, and I could feel the sharp stones poking me on the bottom of my feet. Martha stated that her feet hurt and asked what happened to our sandals. I said, I don’t know. I guess they kept them.

We wanted to walk, but we kept bumping into the different bushes, and our little legs were hurting due to the branches scratching them. I told Martha that I didn’t know where we were.

"Do you know where we are? I asked, but her response was with another question: How did we get over here?" I told her that I thought that they had placed us here. At that