The Hidden Reality: A Science Fiction

By T. Michael Griffith

This book is about a man who experiences two different lifetimes, one of them in another place and time period with life-forms he encounters.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645446057

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Chapter

1

It started on a Friday evening around six, I was pulling into my apartment complex after a busy week when my downstairs neighbor flagged me and asked what I was up to. I told him of my plans for a big date I had been looking forward to. He asked me to stop by on my way out. I got cleaned up and called in my pizza order for my date then proceeded downstairs. When I entered his apartment, I found him getting ready for his big evening. He told me to take a few tokes from a roach in his ashtray. He said it was laced with mescaline and to be aware of the difference. That proved to be very true.

When I pulled out of the apartment complex onto the boulevard, everything was fine. I stopped to pick up a bottle of wine, everything still okay. Just a few more blocks down the road was my pizza pickup. When I walked inside, it hit me. I thought everyone was talking at the same time. I soon realized it was not their voices—I was hearing their thoughts!

When each customer approached the checkout counter to pay for their pizza, they first said the words to themselves before vocalizing it to the clerk. My accuracy was clear and uncanny. I found that everyone was saying their conversation first in their minds then speaking it aloud. This was true with everyone, including the clerk. This was the first time I had experienced mindreading. I left the restaurant pretty confused, and headed to my date’s house.

I managed to make it those last two miles to her place. I knew I had to snap out of this feeling and get back to the reality of the situation. When I rang the bell; and she answered the door, I was as straight as an arrow. It never reoccurred, and I never found out where he got the stuff, or I might have been tempted to get more! It was not like a drug high but produced an energy that went straight to the mind.

It could be controlled by thought! It increased my awareness and opened my mind to the possibility of a greater awareness.

Another part of the beginning was when I was driving on desolate western roads. I was in sales, and most of my traveling was at night. I would see the headlights of an approaching car miles away, and I used to imagine who was driving and form pictures in my mind about what the driver might look like.

One night I had the opportunity to find out. I could barely see an approaching car, but I seemed to have a clear view of the interior. No other traffic was on the road between me and the other car, but there was a stoplight we reached at about the same time. From the streetlights, I could see inside the car. It was exactly as I had seen it from miles away—a family of four. Their clothing and positioning were the very same! This told me that I had been remote-viewing for a long time and wasn’t aware of it, because it was the same feeling as I always had when experiencing it. Now when I remote-viewed, I knew what it was I was doing.

I made the mistake of mentioning these events in the presence of friends. One told me of an uncle who did research on psychic phenomenon and was going to tell him about me. I told him okay. It was about three weeks later when I received a call from my friend’s uncle, who said he would be in town the next week and was anxious to meet with me. After our long meeting, he offered me a job as a research subject for one of their projects. I would have to relocate to another state, which would all be taken care of by the company. The pay was good and would get better with experience and performance. The company was interested in the two areas I had experience in—remote viewing and reading thoughts.

I accepted their offer and decided to start right away. They knew my abilities could be stimulated to become much stronger with a mind-altering drug the company developed for this purpose, but they would never reveal the formula. They would only say that it was measured for me and it was safe. It seemed I never experienced any ill or long-lasting effects. It stimulated my mind and provided me with incredible psychic energy. Over time they eventually increased my dosage. I was feeling it even on my off time. Quite by accident at first, I found myself tuning in to what was going on within the company itself. When this happened, I quickly turned it off. I didn’t want to flunk a polygraph in case it ever came up on a test.

Later I was assigned to another city in another state. The facilities were quite an improvement over the first one. It was equipped with a cafeteria and workout rooms with lounges. The different research groups dined and sat together. They were not supposed to intermix or mingle with members of other research groups.

I worked in a telepathy project and a remote-viewing group. I scored acceptable scores in both groups, with a fairly high average, which gave me the opportunity to know more people and the company a little better. It was always fascinating getting to know individuals who could do what you could do. I met a set of twins who were communicating with each other before they were even born. I met some of the most intelligent people here than I had ever known.

My social life, what there was of it, was pretty much centered around the people that I worked with. It wasn’t all work; we had some great times. I was learning more about the company from my coworkers. I learned that our security guards were being replaced by a high-tech military force dressed in security guard uniforms. Video cams seemed to be everywhere you looked. A subtle change was taking place. We had to account more for our time. New faces were appearing at our meetings. The changes were not discussed by management, and they sidestepped any serious questions we asked about it. We sensed that something big was up; we all had that feeling. We saw the men in black even before the term.

Those of us who were aware knew they were not human. How could they seriously hope to fool us? They either slipped up or didn’t care, which made us even more curious about the changes. The two areas of research I worked in were picking up on some strange happenings, things that were out of this world. Some of us got together and compared notes. It was even stranger than we had first thought. We surmised that the US Defense Department was very interested in the progress we were making in all areas of our psychic research. We were collectively picking up on a variety of aliens and hybrids of every type imaginable. They were never in plain sight, but we could feel their minds concentrating on what we were doing in our research groups. They wanted to see how far along we were. We sensed their minds were strong and disciplined but not as innovative as ours proved to be. We felt we had an advantage if we ever needed to use it. One day we might need that advantage to keep aliens and advanced hybrids from reading us like a book. When we would feel their psychic encroachment, we filled our minds with simple redundant thoughts, which seem to bore them, and they eventually lost interest. We knew we could not compete with them.

There was much I accomplished for the company over the span of years during my employment that I could not reveal. Much of it would not even be believed. Had I not lived these experiences, I doubted seriously if I would have believed much of it myself.

Some of us had a bad feeling about what was going on and realized this was not the environment we wanted to live and work in. We felt that we were being exploited by aliens but were blind to their purpose. We sensed a bigger consolidation between our military and several species of aliens. We were specially trained employees who were gifted with special talents, so leaving the company might not be a simple thing to do. The twins from one of my research groups found one of the loopholes—one of the twins was diabetic. She had some rough times with it and, as a result, almost died a few years back. Her sister had to take care of her and nurse her back to health. It was all a matter of record. This was their way out and they took it. They signed their thirty-year contingency agreement, and both left the company.

I certainly didn’t want to stay with the company any longer than I had to, but I felt it might be even harder later because the work I was doing was so specialized in different areas of research, I might become involved in a project that would make it impossible for me to leave. After much thought, I realized my aging parents could really use a break. Keeping up that big place was getting to be too much for them to handle. Other than myself, there was only my sister. She and her hubby lived a couple of thousand miles away from our parents’ home. If they were lucky, they would make it to the old homestead once a year at holiday time. The things that needed attention I could do myself if I were there. This turned out to be my out. The company checked out my story and found it credible. I signed my thirty-year contingency agreement, packed my stuff, left the facilities as soon as possible, and moved back home with my parents. I knew that sooner or later the company would be checking up on me. It was not that hard for me not to tell anyone what research I was involved with. Who would believe a tale like this? I lived it, and I could barely believe it!

It felt good to take a break from the psychic research, especially since I was the white rat. I was getting a lot of chores done, which helped to keep it off my mind. It gave me the opportunity to think my own thoughts. I was living in a rural area, which created less distractions, and I seemed to be more focused than usual. Even though I didn’t have a stimulant to assist me in my disciplines, I found they still worked. I was doing things almost to the level I achieved in the research programs, cold sober as it were. I wanted to try to stimulate bridging the gap to what I felt was the next step for me to grow a little.

I remembered what a Navaho Indian friend had told me about his grandfather who was a shaman and a medicine man and could do great things. He even appeared to his grandson in a dream after his demise. My friend told me about a potion his grandfather took before he went on his astral trips. He said even though he was only away minutes, it could have been days in another dimension. He met and conversed with advanced beings from different dimensions. They always welcomed him back. But as gifted as he was, he still had to take the potion to get there again. He knew they were not gods but were helpful extraterrestrial beings. I wanted to try to get in touch with my Indian friend but didn’t have his current address or phone number, though I knew where his sister used to live.

When I rode by her house, I saw people in the yard, so I pulled over to the curb and stopped. I got out of the car and walked over to an Indian lady about her age. I hit the jackpot. It was his sister. She told me he had been working out of town lately. She took my number and said she knew he would want to call me. He did. Three days later, we decided to get together in a few days. When I explained everything to him, he told me he didn’t know the full recipe for the traditional potion but he knew who did, an Indian medicine man from his tribe. He said he hadn’t seen him for a while but would give him a call and get back in touch. He called me a few days later. He had arranged an appointment with the medicine man for early next week. It seemed like a longer weekend than usual because I could hardly wait to meet with him. I felt he could answer a lot of my questions. He was younger than I had expected. I assumed him to be an old medicine man. After the three of us conversed for a while, the medicine man consented to let me try a small potion. He was concerned I might overdose on a larger amount. He didn’t have any on hand, but a fresh batch would be cured in two weeks.

I decided to approach it from a research point of view. I knew that all my disciplines had to be in order and decided to experiment with it in my room. I wanted to travel to other dimensions but wanted to check out my other abilities as well. This would certainly tell me a lot if I could incorporate this potion to increase them. I wondered how many ways it might aid me in my research. I could hardly wait to find out!

It was two weeks later, after I picked up the potion, that I decided the evening would be the best for my astral traveling time. I was going to incorporate my abilities and experience with a mind-altering drug that had been used in Indian cultures for hundreds, if not thousands, of years in their sacred ceremonies. I drank it from a small clay cup while sitting in a lotus position. How it was going to affect me was not written in stone. I was hovering outside my body when I felt the energy racing toward me like a freight train!

All of a sudden, I took off like a shooting star. This energy was incredible! I felt as if I could go anywhere I chose. This, I reminded myself, was from a small dose. This energy was producing beautiful colors that were bathing me as I passed through them. I had no idea where I was going, yet I was being drawn somewhere that seemed to be just a little farther away. I could feel an energy that left me no fear. I sensed that nothing was going to harm me. I was greeted by someone who said he was expecting me and seemed to know everything about me at a glance. He wanted to help me achieve whatever I needed. I wanted information, knowledge of what was going on in this universe and beyond. He told me I could not comprehend the answers at my level, and he said things were totally different than I had perceived them.

He said he was not a human and had assumed this shape of a fifty-year-old man to make me feel more comfortable. He said he knew I had many questions about my existence, that the answers that I could comprehend would eventually become clearer, and he told me that I couldn’t take it all in at one time and would have to return at another time to get more information. Just then I was swept back to my own dimension. I was tingling from the energy I had received from my trip I had just taken, so I just sat there awhile, thinking about what had happened to me. While I had the energy, I remote-viewed where I thought I had been. It appeared to be an orange-looking planet orbiting a red sun.

The next day, I called my Indian friend and left him a message to call me. I wanted to get in touch with the medicine man. I was sure he had been wondering about my results and well-being after I ingested the potion. He told my Indian friend he wanted to meet with us as soon as possible. We all met the very next week. I told the medicine man the amount of potion was not too much. Actually, a little more of it would have served me better. I would have been able to extend my visitation a little longer and still have been within safety limits, which was his main concern.

It felt good to take a break and assess the results of my research. I felt the changes under the influence of the potion. It was clear all my abilities had been greatly enhanced. I naturally wanted to know more but felt that I needed another source for a stimulant, or the medicine man might think I was a junkie. I could still use my abilities without any assistance and do quite well, but to reach new areas and frontiers, I knew it would take the right energy boost to get me there. There were many places to go and much to see, but I still didn’t want to use it too often for my own safety.

Since my last astral trip, I’d been thinking about answers to the many questions I’d had bottled up. I hoped to get answers to some of them soon.

A month later, we had another meeting with the tribal medicine man. I told him up front that I knew that I couldn’t keep coming back to him each time for more potion. I explained my plans to only do it once more. The medicine man agreed and gave me the same amount the shaman used in their ceremonies. He felt it would be fine if I exercised caution.

Today was the day. It might be the most productive day I had ever experienced. I could get more answers about things I had often wondered about and questions I had yet to think of. My target time was 6:00 p.m. I preferred doing it alone because of less distractions. I just ingested the potion again by drinking it from a cup. Now I was headed for a deep meditation where I hoped the effects of the potion would find me. Well, there I went again, with much more energy than before. I had to be careful to remember that one stray thought could betray me. I knew right where I was going. This time, it seemed to be right around the corner. I was being drawn by the same energy force as the first visit, which assumed the same human form—a brown man around fifty years of age. He said he preferred it to some other forms he’d had to assume.

He answered the question I was about to ask, which was: Will I be drawn here every time I use the potion?

Most likely was the telepathic reply. We developed the formula from local plants and was given to the natives for the purpose of communicating with us. You already know the way and should not need a stimulant to return. You will always be welcomed here.

This meant I might not have to take a potion of any kind to maybe go where I pleased with all the energy I might need.

I thought a break from it all would give me a chance to digest all the latest information I had been receiving. I had more questions now than ever, but now I knew where to start looking for the answers. Some of the information was beginning to form a pattern and actually make sense. Maybe another visit might help my mind to put it all together. My next trip will be made without stimulants.

Chapter

2

One of the secure projects I had been working on for the company was remote-viewing the underground and the different nonhuman, intelligent life-forms that resided there. Some species could remote-view and read thoughts as well. The biggest concern I had was being detected by an unfriendly entity and being followed back to my body to do me harm. Everybody gave off a different energy signal; no two were alike. However, I could create a different energy signal for a short period of time when I felt the need.

I decided to set a goal and work on my agenda with a written record of where I’d been and what I’d been doing. There were many places I wanted to revisit. Underground was my first choice because of the many signals emanating from there. There was an aquatic humanoid species with gills that lived deep in the oceans at a depth of around twenty thousand feet. They might have evolved here or perhaps been transplanted. The only way to detect them as far as I knew was remote-viewing, which could go anywhere.

When I last remote-viewed this area in the Pacific, I felt the presence of an intelligent race living in an ancient society. The species detected me but made no attempt to contact me. They seemed to have a strong