The Agendas of Those Already Here

The genetic argument is his friend Colleen Clements, a professor at Rochester and at the Rochester Institute of Technology, who died in 2011. The books are The Order of the Dragon, 2006, and The White Island and the Black Book, 2008. She argued that humans are a hybrid race, enhanced sometime around 40,000 years ago, and that saying so hurt the career. The hook is the D allele of microcephalin, a gene that matters to the size and development of the brain. Geneticists put its arrival somewhere between about 14,000 and 60,000 years ago, and they split the difference near 37,500. Dolan rounds toward 45,000, and he puts the event in central Eurasia. Everyone in that literature agrees the allele arrived by interbreeding. An outside source.

The comfortable source would be Neanderthals, or the Denisovans who lived in central Asia and did interbreed with some of us. Clements was already skeptical of the Neanderthal gift in 2008, because the allele had not been found in them, and she said that if it turned up there the simpler explanation should win. A 2010 study of a well-preserved Neanderthal fossil from about 50,000 years ago looked for it and did not find it. The Denisovan search has failed too. John Hawks’s line, which Dolan uses, is that they seem an unlikely source. The scientists looking would like to find it. They have not.

What he ties to the date is the creative explosion. Art from 70,000 and 60,000 years ago is already abstraction. It is not the same class as what begins a little after 40,000. The cave painting in Sulawesi, in Indonesia, sits near 44,000 years and is the oldest sophisticated work of that kind yet found. The allele is not universal. It is in roughly 70 percent of people worldwide, at about 100 percent among Mongolians, about 99 percent among the Yakut, and it thins as you leave north-central Asia. The painting is not in central Asia. He does not treat the distance as a refutation. People move, and a few centuries are enough.

The myth he sets beside the allele is older than Gilgamesh, and it comes from the same country. Erlik Khan, in the Mongol telling, is not the creator. He is the second power, sent down by the creator into an endless ocean to pull the earth up. In the story that survived, human beings already exist, and they are not yet intelligent. Intelligence arrives with his descent. Clements’s names for that descender are the names the other files on this desk have already had to use. A sky being. Bene Ha-Elohim. A Watcher. An Anunnaki. An Asura. A member of the Ennead. A fallen seraph. Or a name that did not last. Charles Fort said the consequence in 1919 without the genetics. I think we’re property. Dolan’s reading is that the visitors were either biologically close enough to us to be, in his phrase, the daddy, or else skilled enough at genes that they did not need to look like us. In either case humanity is somebody else’s project. The elohim file is what those Semitic names were doing in their own texts. Marrs’s occulted history is a ruling class inheriting the eclipse. This file treats the allele as the scar.

The people at the top of the human hierarchy have been told things, and a few of the tellings have names. Jimmy Carter was briefed on 14 June 1977, five months into the presidency. Dolan’s source, whom he calls rock-solid, could not give the contents. At the end of it Carter was in tears, head in his hands. Shirley MacLaine, on Larry King in 1995, said Carter told her more than once that there were craft and that he believed there were occupants. A.D. After Disclosure carries the same June 1977 scene as a president sobbing in his office, and then never mentioning the subject again.

John Herrington was Reagan’s under secretary of the Navy and, in the second term, secretary of energy. In 1981, while the Friedman family was visiting, the eighteen-year-old Brent Friedman stayed up late with him. After a few drinks Herrington said he had spent eight weeks at an underground facility outside Washington, and that there is other life in the universe and he had seen it. Friedman asked why he was telling an eighteen-year-old. Herrington’s answer was who is going to believe you. He added that it upset him because he had children to raise. Bryce Zabel, who had made Dark Skies with Friedman, left the names out of the 2010 book and put them on the record in September 2020. The Department of Energy is one of the deeper wells of secrecy in the government. Dolan does not treat the later appointment as a coincidence.

Dmitry Medvedev, in December 2012 at Davos, described the two briefcases a Russian president is given. One for the nuclear weapons and the codes. One for the alien presence in Russia. The interviewer laughed. The wire services decided it was a joke. Dolan says Medvedev did not look as if he were joking, and that there has been no follow-up because there will not be one. Spanish general Carlos Castro Cavero said in 1976 that the nations were exchanging UFO data at the highest level, the United States included. Robert Dean, a command sergeant major at NATO’s SHAPE from 1963 to 1967, with a Cosmic Top Secret clearance, read a vault file called The Assessment: An Evaluation of Possible Military Threat to Allied Forces in Europe. In 2014 Dolan sat with General Tomas de Silva, former chief of staff of the Portuguese air force, the meeting arranged by Francisco Maureo Correa. Silva told him NATO’s leadership knew, and that there was nothing he could do.

A source Dolan trusts put the political fact in one sentence. A handshake has been made. Dolan thinks it may be more than a handshake, and that it sits outside the legal structures we are told are the state. The Wilson notes belong to the fence file: an intact craft, three contractor gatekeepers, a flag officer turned away, a program that was already private. What they add here is the same handshake from the other side of the table. The corporations inside the programs have total legal protection. That is the phrase he coined for it. Legal illegality. Getting a true sentence out of that system is the hard problem, and it is not solved by electing a curious man.

His map, stated as he states it, is six. An ancient and advanced human group. A mantid and gray group. A reptilian group. A separate short humanoid group, the ones some of the retrieval stories call Ebens. One or more further groups that refuse the chart. And a potential trickster, which he also calls a meta-intelligence. They are not one embassy. He allows that they collude where the prize is us, and that Earth’s leadership, wanting them here or not, has at least a tacit understanding that bases are not to be discussed. No one has declared a war that the planet would have noticed. That silence is already a policy.

The ancient human group is the one he ties to the allele. Witnesses across centuries describe advanced beings in fully human form. If some of us were taken and kept, a genetically enhanced human line could by now have rank inside someone else’s society, or a secret society of its own on an adopted world, still visiting. The attitude he reads off the reports is standoffish monitoring, not a war. A policy that stable, held for tens of thousands of years, implies a leadership that is not a parliament of pilots. He says it outright. Highly rationalized. Bureaucratized. Non-biological. Algorithms managing the watch. Charles Hall’s Tall Whites, in the Nevada desert of the 1960s with a quiet understanding from the American side, are his example of a human-looking presence that may not be this older line at all. Sir Peter Horsley’s Mr. Janus, in the 1950s, is the moralizing version of the same face. Man invading space for material gain or personal glorification alone will gain nothing. Dolan leaves both readings open. A real warning, or the guilt that softens a people before an infiltration. The FREE study of experiencers is one of the quantitative faces he uses for how often the human-looking report actually occurs.

The mantid and gray group, in his chronology, is recent. Interplanetary. Too different in body and in psychology to be the older watchers, and possibly ahead of them in the machinery. From about the middle of the twentieth century the agenda he assigns them is industrial. Abduction. Medical examination. Devices, including in the brain. Sperm and eggs. A hybrid program on a scale David Jacobs inferred just from the Philadelphia regressions: tubes, fetuses, women asked to hold the babies. Most hybrids could not pass and stay with the crew. The others are for here. Tall grays as officers, short grays as infantry, mantids above them, with the nagging doubt he does not hide, that a tall gray and a mantis may be one being under a manipulation of what the witness is allowed to see. He uses Jacobs’s word, hubrid, for the ones raised on the other side, indoctrinated, and walked into this society by teams. He adds a third possibility he marks as hypothetical. Avatars. A human body with something else in it. Infiltration, he is careful to say, does not require a film. A few people at the right levers are enough, and so is ordinary bribery, which the global system already runs on and almost never discusses. Any group doing this in that depth of secrecy is dangerous. Researchers who call the program a raising of consciousness are in the file. They do not cancel the secrecy.

The reptilian group is the one he finds hardest. Recent, like the grays. Exceptional machinery. A bedroom encounter in the book shows one phasing into the room and out of it, which he files under a brane, a sheet of reality slightly off ours, rather than under a neighboring planet’s embassy. The grays and mantids appear to have the same trick. Ramon, a Marine in the mid-1960s, told Preston Dennett he had seen large reptilians in active collaboration with the American military. Abductions exist and are less common than the gray cases. A hybridization program is not what the reports show. What they do show is an interest in the brain, and in the mind. Frightening. Not proven friendly. Not proven a simple enemy. Looking out for their own interest, which is what a species does. Bill Uhouse’s J-Rod and Dan Sherman’s narrow communications job sit in the same chapter as claims of guests and of strictly limited talk. Dolan does not pretend he can score them. He says they are detailed, they read as sincere, and there is a logic in which they would be true.

The short humanoids who are not black-eyed grays are the Ebens of the retrieval literature. Large bald heads, short, and the eyes are the difference that keeps him from folding them into the infantry. Some of the 1950s landing cases and some of the crash-retrieval guest stories belong here if they belong anywhere. Hairy dwarfs in the South American wave of 1954 he is willing to leave as a one-off or a bad report. If the Ebens are real and separate, their agenda is the unclear one. They do not seem to be running the abduction industry. Stories of them as guests of the American government run back to the retrievals of the 1940s and 1950s. Smoke, he says, and the smoke makes it hard to see. Peter Khoury’s case, the Sydney hair that Bill Chalker took to a laboratory, is the forensic scrap he keeps on the desk for the claim that a body was close enough to leave a strand.

Then the cases that will not join. Hopkinsville, Kentucky, 1955, the large-eared things in the farmyard. Pascagoula, 1973, the carrot-eared beings. Varginha, 1996, the red-eyed creature. Robotic figures that show up rarely and then stop. Some abduct. Some are said to have been in a crash. Some confront. He will not force them into the gray column to keep the chart clean. They are here, if the reports hold, because of the state of development we have reached. That is as much motive as he will invent for them.

The last is not a species. Skinwalker. The baffling end of David Paulides’s 411 disappearances. Mike Clelland’s owls and synchronicities, the sense that the phenomenon crosses into consciousness, death, and the afterlife and is several moves ahead. He suspects we do not solve a trickster. A dog understands a great deal of the house and will never understand how the food got into the can. We are in the same relation to anything operating past the five senses and the atrophied sixth he thinks our ancestors had in stronger form. Nick Bostrom’s simulation, and Elon Musk repeating it, is the contemporary costume of what medieval theologians already believed, that we are thoughts in a mind. Browning’s line is the one he leaves there. A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s a heaven for.

The messages that come back through contact, human-looking or gray or anything else, are monotonous. Humanity is warlike, nuclear, not ready. He grants that this can be true and self-serving in the same breath. A people guilted into believing their own society is worthless will not fight an infiltration. He also thinks they may actually fear us. Weapons that used to be shields and javelins are now intelligent and immense, built in what he calls the snap of a cosmic finger, and a species run by a hyper-intelligent machine would prefer stasis to whatever we are. Open contact is not how you manage that fear. Stealth is. Human operatives are. Competition among the groups makes the stealth sharper, not kinder.

Why stay, if we are that dangerous? Because the planet is a petri dish, the Moon may be part of what made the dish stable, and a human body is already adapted to the gravity, the light, the microbes, and the food. A visitor who can edit genes would want the body. The network we are building, 5G and the rest of the sensing grid, is not only a control system for our handlers. In his reading it is an attraction for theirs. How nice to inhabit a body on this world, with a technology that could make the inhabiting luxurious. He is willing to say the quiet corollary. A visiting species might want us out of the way altogether.

They are not omnipotent. That is the mistake he warns against. Limits show up whenever they have to operate inside a civilization this large. There is no public proof of an open war, and there are military confrontations that were not friendly. The real question is the covert hostility, and whether the Great Change is something they are watching with popcorn or something they have a stake in steering. Friend and enemy, he says, are harder for us to read than they were for any indigenous people trying to parse London and Madrid. The classified circles may not know either. Paying protection to a good gang against a bad one would at least be a policy. As far as he can see, that has not happened.

The problem may be us. He does not insult the species to get there. He lists the violence, the treachery, the short sight, and he lists the nobility in the same paragraph, and then he says an alien group would be foolish to let a newly transformed human race roam the neighborhood. They are anticipating the fourth stage with fear and with curiosity, and with hope if our transformation happens to match their picture of an advanced culture. When the Reset is complete, he expects their policy to change, because the change in us will not be incremental. It will be a leap toward some of them. The question he used to think was the only question, whether they are here to observe the transformation or to control it, is still live. Beside it he puts three more. Do they support it. Do they fear it. Do they expect us to survive it.

The others are here because of that transformation. The fence file is the human group that has tried to catch them and to own the energy in secret. This file is the reason the catching is not a single war against a single flag. Keeping what is best about a biological, initiating, unowned people, while the century edits the person, is the work he sets above even the relationship with the beings. The beings matter. The inventory is the thing that can make the relationship irrelevant, by removing the party that would have had it.