|Alien Abductions in the Superstition Mountains of Arizona
Burlington UFO and Paranormal Research and Educational Center
Living in the Light
Abducted by the Serpent Race
BUFO Paranormal and UFO Radio
Brian Scott and the Repti-Poltergeists
The following is an excerpt from branton's
OUT OF THE DRAGON'S LAIR:
One of the classic examples of combined interaction between the physical Serpent Race and the other-dimensional 'Infernals' in a common cause is given in the case of Brian Scott. According to
Commander X, the area where Scott was abducted within the Superstition mountains of Arizona contains an underground base where, he alleged, at least five individuals had been abducted (to the
underground base) that he is aware of, Brian Scott being one of them. The Superstition mountains are notorious for the many bizarre deaths and beheadings that have taken place there. Many
have alleged that in certain parts of this wasteland a sudden force or irrational impulse can come over a person and cause them to suddenly turn against others in their party. There have been
several cases where strange 'voices' have driven treasure-hunters insane and, in some cases, driven them to kill their partners. Even though the following account does not specifically mention the
underground base described by Commander X, other sources who have talked to Mr. Scott do suggest that an underground installation was involved. Brad Steiger, in his book 'THE UFO
ABDUCTORS' (1988., Berkley Books., N.Y.) describes Brian Scott's experiences as follows:
"...Scott's first abduction reportedly occurred in the Arizona desert near Phoenix in 1971, and he claimed that another had just occurred on December 22, 1975, in Garden Grove, California. In
between, Scott said, there were three other terrifying sessions with the aliens and repeated visits to his home by balls of light and a transparent being that called itself the Host.
"Incredibly, Scott found that a friend of his was already inside the craft. The two of them were taken into a small room that began to fill with a fog or a mist. Then they were confronted by four or five
'very horrifying' creatures. Scott described them as having gray skin like that of a crocodile or a rhino, with a thicker patch of hide over the front torso... The beings were seven feet tall, according to
Scott, and... had three fingers and a thumb kicked over to one side."
Steiger then records a conversation between Scott and researcher Timothy Green Beckley:
"TIM BECKLEY: What happened on the day when your wife was sent to the hospital?
"SCOTT: She had been to work, pretty much handling everything that was going on around her. Then I got a call that she wasn't feeling very well. I brought her home, and after about fifteen
minutes of sitting there talking with her, she was saying several things, none of which made any sense to me or to her. She said that she had been in the bathroom and suddenly felt hands all over
her body. It was as if someone had broken into the house and molested her. When she calmed down and started making explanations to me about what the hell was wrong with her, it was as if, from
her description, the guys I had seen aboard the craft in 1971 had visited her. This is odd, because she has never even seen any sketches that I made of those entities.
"BECKLEY: So this was an actual materialization--if you want to call it that--of the entities in the house?
"SCOTT: I don't know what is was.
"BECKLEY: But she was so upset that you decided to take her to the hospital?
"SCOTT: Later that evening, it seemed as if she was okay. I was on the phone, and the baby was getting into everything so I couldn't carry on the conversation. I got up and went looking for my
wife. I heard a bumping sound and a moan coming from the bathroom. My wife was on the floor, hyperventilating. I got her up and onto a chair in the living room. I was on my way to call her mother
when she just fell flat on her face. I called the paramedics, and while they were on the way, she got up and fell down again. Then she began to become hysterical. It took four paramedics to hold her
down. She was throwing people around as if they were tissue paper. Guys were thrown backward against the furniture. Finally they loaded her up in the ambulance. I came back in the house, and
the baby was not in the playpen. I panicked, because I couldn't find our one-year-old baby who got out of a playpen!"
Steiger continued: "Tim Beckley asked Scott about the Host. 'There is one entity that comes through that calls itself the Host, whatever that means,' Scott attempted to explain. 'It speaks in what
sounds like some kind of computerized language. The voice seems to come out of me, an inner voice that is not mine. The entity says that I am one with it. It says, "I am; I am" or "You are one with
me." When asked if it has a name, it will just come back and say, "I am; I am." (Note: According to Judeo-Christian teaching, as we read in the events surrounding Moses' ascent of Mt. Sinai,
Almighty God alone can honestly profess that 'I Am that I Am', which in the original Hebrew means that He alone is self-existence and not dependent on an outside force, as all other created beings
are, and therefore is 'God'. The events of molestation which took place against Scott's wife would indicate that 'the Host' IS NOT God, and therefore, as is the nature of the Infernals and the Serpent
Races, it irreverently seems to blaspheme Almighty God with such statements as 'I AM' - Branton)
"'The other night we heard some strange sounds coming from the bedroom. I began to speak in a foreign language that we later found out was Greek. Where that came from, I don't know. I wrote in
Greek BACKWARD. On top of that, I was writing with my left hand, and I am right-handed.
"'This voice was talking. We asked who it was, and the name Ashtar came out.
"'Then it began to use the name Ashtar and speak to my wife. It told her things about her past that only she could know. This went on for a while, then it went on to say it would give her all the
money in the world. It only wanted one thing in return--her soul.'
"Beckley pointed out," Steiger continues "that is sounded as though diabolical entities might be coming onto the scene, attracted by the extreme vibrations. He also observed that ASHTAR sounded
very much like ISHTAR, an ancient Babylonian goddess (Note: Ashtar-oth was also the legendary 'consort' to BAAL, the ancient Chaldean 'god' two whom the ancients offered up human sacrifices -
"...Beckley asked J.D. (an investigator associated with a civilian UFO investigations group who studied the Brian Scott incident) how he would differentiate between what may have originally been an
abduction case and the various types of poltergeist phenomena that now seemed to prompt Scott's resultant trance state. Are they one and the same? Are they closely related mysteries? Or are
they entirely different aspects of a more general phenomenon?
"J.D. indicated that he was aware that there had been other cases such as Scott's. The manifestations of balls of light streaking through the homes of contactees and abductees apparently are
more frequent than many investigators realize.
"J.D. mentioned that one voice, a horrible voice, came through and claimed to be Beelzebub, the Devil. J.D. was convinced that the entity was simply trying to frighten away the investigators." (we
wonder - Branton)
Aside from the 3-fingered, 7 ft. tall 'Crocodilian' creatures encountered by Brian Scott, there was another group involved in his abductions as well. According to Steiger:
"...The secondary group was composed of beings who were small, with frail bodies, milky white skin, large bald heads, thin lips, and enormous eyes... supposedly this group, perhaps from the sixth
or seventh planets around the star EPSILON BOOTES, placed a satellite in orbit around our moon... the taller... entities from 'time beyond all time,' have the power to veto actions planned by those
beings of the secondary world..."
In reference to the supposed 'mission' these creatures had chosen Brian Scott for, Steiger states:
"...Scott was to design a transportation technology that would move matter through space. He was to master quantum displacement physics and begin to develop a mind transference machine TO
BE USED TO UNITE ALL HUMANS. Such a machine would help to develop a philosophy of cosmic brotherhood (as well as kill all personality, individuality and privacy among humans - Branton). The
above tasks, of course, would seem impossible for a combination of Einstein and Superman, but they are typical of the type of grandiose mission(s) assigned to so many contactees and abductees."
"...The Master Ashtar appears in much of UFO contactee literature. One cannot help noting the ancient origin of the name Ishtar, Ashtar, Asta, described always as a god of evil and negativity in
the Bible... Ashtar seems to belong more to the contactees than the abductees, but there are instances where those who claim to have been forcefully taken aboard UFOs describe an interaction
with beings who represent themselves as emissaries of 'Ashtar's Grand Plan.'"
Brian Scott seems to have encountered the same 'Lizard' like or 'Crocodilian' sauroids describes by others, the gan-greenish colored creatures who are often described as being nearly 7 ft. tall,
with reptilian features, and who are believed by many to be the overlords of the large-nosed and common 'Greys', being second only in hierarchy to the pterodactylin 'Mothmen' and of course the
'infernals' themselves, of which the so-called 'Host' seemed to have been a part.
For further information on descriptions of these beings and photos click below
Alien Races and Descriptions
|Reptilian Rape in the
Arizona Superstition Mountains
By Cherrie Hinkle and Phyllis 'Carla' Davis
[Note: Cherrie and Carla are sisters, by the way... Carla heard the following story first-hand]
Angie had three days off, and was determined to make the most of her mini vacation. The warmth of the late March sun of Arizona was a harbinger of the coming heat of summer. The gentle
breeze, a welcome change from the frigid blasts of yesterday.
Every day off from work, she spent climbing in the mountains near her home in Phoenix. Her climbing was usually spur of the moment, not the disciplined mountain climbing she loved to watch on
TV. In fact she sometimes wondered what kind of craziness was required to do some of the climbing she had watched.
"I'm not a mountain climbing freak," she had told her friend Carla. "I just like to poke around in the mountains, and try to collect pretty rocks." Her collection of pretty rocks included a mini mountain
of rose quartz, turquoise, and other stones that might or might not have any intrinsic value. She had picked them up because they were pretty and had sparkled.
Her climb today had been inspired by a shiny object she had seen at the edge of a small canyon she was hiking through. Glancing at her watch, she realized that the sun was climbing faster than
she was. Soon it would be time to start back to her car, so she redoubled her efforts. Reaching the rim of the canyon, she was only a few feet away from the shiny material she had seen. After her
struggle to climb all the way up there, she felt vaguely disappointed. She had hoped to find something worth carrying back home with her. The white quartz was nice, and definately shiny, but it was
too big to carry back with her.
She sat down near the outcrop and tried to break off a small piece of the quartz... Taking a break from trying to wiggle a piece of rock loose, she saw a small cave part way up the opposite side of
"Wow, that's a cave over there," she told herself. "I wonder if the Indians ever used it, or maybe someone from prehistoric times?"
As usual the thought of finding a previously un-found archaeological site set her thoughts afire. Quickly, she slid down the canyon wall she had so laboriously climbed, and started up the opposite
wall. Where she had needed to struggle for every upward inch on her first climb, now it almost seemed like she was walking up a garden path. Never before had climbing been so easy.
The pocket-size flashlight she had clipped to her key ring didn't reveal much when she flashed it into the shallow cavity. She entered the cavity, which in reality looked more like an overhand than a
cave, and examined the floor more carefully. Since there were no bones, or any other indication that a snake or any other animal had been there recently she decided it was time to take a break.
So deciding, she sat down cross legged on the floor of the tiny cave and drank some of the icy water from her canteen.
She leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. The dimness of the cave was a welcome relief from the brilliantly glaring sun.
She sighed, and got up to leave the cave. It would soon be getting dark, and she didn't want to rely on her little flashlight while climbing back down to her car.
Taking a step toward the entrance, she glanced down and saw something shiny on the ground. Leaning over, she peered more closely at the ground, and did not see the green claw-like hand
reaching out to grab her until it was too late. Feeling the cool grip on her hand she gasped in surprise.
"Oh, you frightened me," she gasped in surprise when she looked up at a reptilian face. She tried to laugh, thinking someone was wearing a mask. "Charlie, is that you?"
The nervous giggle turned into an attempt to cry out. The cry became a horrified silent scream. Then darkness overwhelmed her.
Waking slowly, she heard strange barking and chirping sounds near her hears. She tried to get up, but found that she couldn't move her arms or legs. She was immersed in a jellatinous substance.
The chirping sounds, she soon discovered, were their voices as they spoke to each other. Feeling a hand on the inside of her thighs, she struggled to open her eyes. Managing to open one eye a
little, she saw men with lizard like faces. She felt the heart sinking, mind wrenching feeling of absolute horror for the first time in her life. Attempting to scream, she choked and managed only a
With both eyes now open, she watched as several greenish Reptilian men attempted to disrobe her. Her eyes criticized the strange faces carefully. They seemed to be a strange blend of human
and serpent. The wide sit eyes almost glowed with a yellowish brightness, with glistening, straight sided, vertical pupils. Their broad flat noses ended in flat nostrils that flared slightly as they
snorted while examining here. Some of them had a very wide mouth with many folds of skin, while some had small mouths with no folds.
Angie wondered if the extra folds showed their age. Their small, rounded ears, which were set high on the head, had no lobes. There were three prominent ridges on the top of their cone line
heads that resembled large scales. She noticed that the scales were a different color than the skin on the head. More like a khaki green that tapered to gray-green on the back of the head. Their
faces were smooth with narrow chins that were pointed rather than rounded.
Two aliens wore either a grey scarf or a wide ribbon draped over their shoulder. Under the soft looking ribbons they wore a white jump suit with insignia that showed a curved dragon with a seven
point star in the middle of it. The other 'reptile-men' wore black uniforms with the same insignia. The tall WHITE SKINNED lizard man [note: these "White Dracos" have also been seen in the Dulce -
Los Alamos - Kirtland AFB mega-base] wore a burnt orange jump suit with three insignia on the left side. There was a black inverted triangle, the round dragon with star, and an oval with moving
stars on it. She felt fascinated by that one. It was like watching a 3d movie in miniature. On the right side of his uniform were three black bars on a silver disk. On the left cuff of his sleeve he wore a
row of inverted triangles with three lines cutting through it.
The white skinned alien stood beside her right shoulder. This 'man' with the white skin had blue eyes. She winced in surprise and shame that he should be seeing her laying there naked and
helpless. She noted that he was taller than the others, being nearly seven feet tall, and that his eyes looked gentler, or at least not as threatening as those of the green men.
"Help me," she pleaded silently with her eyes and prayed he would understand her need.
He picked up a round box, and held it near her head. Something cold touched her forehead, and she felt a wave of peace wash over her. No longer fearful, she watched them with a strange calm.
Trying to deny her predicament, still half convinced she was being held by a group of pranksters, she looked past the men trying to determine where she was being held.
She discovered she was in an oval room about fifteen feet across. The low ceiling was domes with deep ribs of a soft pale purple. From those arched robs a while light shone. The light was bright,
but not harsh. On her left, lights of amber and blue flashed on the wall.
A counter of bench with instruments and appliances was visible from the corners of her eyes. She strained to turn her head, but it wouldn't move. She looked to her right, beyond the tall white
'man', and noticed pipes with strange sacks, or maybe misshapen balloons hanging from them.
While trying to recognize the shape of the bags, she realized some of them were moving. With a shock, Angie remembered seeing her dog's belly, moving that way when she was near full term with
her puppies. Another wave of horrified fear hit her. Deep inside her mind she wanted to panic, but couldn't. It was like there were two minds inside her. One was calm, the other horror stricken. The
calm side was in charge of her body. She could feel the unhurried beating of her heart much more easily than she could feel the horror welling up in her mind. With calm detachment she wondered
how her body could be so calm when God only know what was going to happen to her.
Angie watched with detached curiosity, as one of the lizard men undressed and approached the end of the table. He was muscular and had scales on his chest and lower stomach. Like all men on
earth, he was a fully equipped male. What was worse, he was an aroused male.
When his green-gray hands touched her, there was no doubt in her mind what he was going to do. A primeval female fear overwhelmed the artificial calm. She began to scream and found super
human strength with which to fight of the Jello like feeling.
Kicking and biting like a wild animal, she lashed out hitting anyone near her. The lizard men quickly subdued the hysterical woman with a blue light that rendered her unconscious. Her last
awareness was the wight of his body, and the sick awareness of his penetration. When Angie awoke, she was in her car. She looked around her feeling confused and wondering why she was
driving her car. She felt that she had been about to do something, but couldn't remember what it was. She shook her head in an attempt to clear out the cobwebs. Then shrugged and drove on
home feeling dazed and disorganized.
At home she suddenly had an urge to shower. When she stepped out of the shower, she found she had scrubbed her body for over two hours. She felt shaky and angry for something she couldn't
recall. She put a frozen dinner in the microwave, but only picked at the meal. Then she turned on the TV, but couldn't watch it. Still fighting the dazed feeling she went to bed.
The next few days she spend in bed refusing to answer the door.
Finally on the fourth day her sister, Susan, let herself in with the emergency key Angie had given her two months ago. Susan took her sister to a doctor, who said it was "just the flu," and that she
would be fine in a few days.
Susan took Angie home with her, and refusing to listen to any protests, put her to bed. During the week of her stay, Susan noticed that Angie had several nightmares every night, from which she
woke up screaming.
On Susan's day off, she offered to go mountain climbing with Angie. With a shudder of fear Angie refused. She refused even to look at the mountains she had loved all her life.
When she had recovered some of her usual frame of mind she moved back into her own apartment, and returned to work. She quit after three days when a customer brought a lizard into the store.
She had no idea why the lizard frightened her so much, they had always been a part of her life there in the desert. Generally, she just ignored them. She had no memory of what was keeping her in
Realizing she needed help to overcome the strange new fears, she asked a friend in Phoenix if she could find a hypnotist. She began therapy the next week.
During the first session she discovered she had been raped. It took two more sessions to bring out the reptilian rape. It was such an ordeal that she cried with all the pent up fear until her voice
was a harsh whisper.
The therapist at first thought she was transferring the man who had raped her to the reptilian man in an attempt to refuse reality. He quickly realized that as strange as it was, Angie had been
raped by an Alien Reptilian man. His training had left him ill equipped to handle this kind of case, but he rose to the challenge. Today his former patient leads a quite, normal existence, in a small
town near Phoenix, but she no longer climbs the mountains hear her home.
She doesn't want to speak to anyone about it, and will refuse interviews if someone finds her. She sent me her story with the hope that there are other women who have gone through the same or
a similar experience who hesitate to seek help from a hypnotist. She want so encourage those women who haven't yet remembered their ordeal to seek competent help.
She feels good about herself now, and doesn't worry about the aliens any more. She doesn't know why they did it. Was it by choice, or by happenstance? Maybe they watched her for years, and
maybe they still visit her. She is no longer concerned for her own safety. She know it they want to find her, she will be helpless to stop it.
Still, she avoids the mountains...
ARIZONA, SUPERSTITION MTS. - Several people claim to have had experiences with all types of alien beings inhabiting underground levels below the superstitution Mts. east of Phoenix. Early
reports speak of humans and human-dwarfs inhabiting the caverns of the region, although in the 20th century reports of reptilian and grey type aliens have increased. Some encounters involve
white-greys from Epsilon Bootes, humanoid or reptiloid "deros" in black hooded cloaks using abducted/programmed humans above and below as mind slaves or worse; reptilian humanoids with
integrated human DNA abducting and raping women; and various other regressive underground scenarios. source: Kaye Kizziar; Commander X; Brian Scott; Steve Brodie; 'Phil Allen'; Hank
Krastman; Cherrie Hinkel;
Archive date: 11-16-00
Supplied by B. Alan Walton
The following is an excerpt from branton's MOJAVE FILES - SECTION 10:
Steven Brodie was a man of many talents and hobbies, among them painting and rock collecting. Several years back he decided to investigate a certain area in Arizona where, he had heard, quartz crystals could be
found in abundance. Brodie convinced a friend of his, also an avid rock collector, to join him on a rock-hunting expedition to the site. After purchasing a ticket on a passenger train, they traveled to a certain small
community in Arizona, which was near the area that they desired to explore.
According to researcher John J. Robinson, who related the account as he heard it from Steve Brodie, the name of the Arizona town was not given. John J. Robinson, by the way, was a well-known UFOlogist in the
1950's, and the account as it was related to him was discussed by Robinson during an interview which was heard by tens of thousands of listeners to the 'Long John Nebel' radio talk-show on station W.O.R. of New
York, in March of 1957.
The two rock hounds had their eyes on one particular bluff, which they could see in the distance from the town they were in. Other town residents heard about their plans and warned them against going to that bluff,
stating that SEVERAL people had in the past disappeared without a trace in that area. Brodie and his friend blew-off their warnings, considering them mere superstitions which they should not take seriously, and set out
towards the forbidden bluff. They had no sooner approached the base of the bluff than out of the shadows emerged two beings who were each cowled in a dark cloak and hood, making it very difficult to discern their
features or whether they were even human or not. After being confronted, Brodie's friend panicked and attempted to make a run for it. Steve swore that at this point one of the black cloaked figures raised some kind of
weapon and a brilliant pencil beam of light shot from it and hit his friend, who cried out in agony and immediately fell down motionless. From what Brodie could gather his friend had been killed, although he never did
see his body after that.
Following this, one of the 'beings' came up to Brodie, who did not resist but stood where he was. While still in a state of shock, one of the creatures placed some type of device over his head, like a metal headset with
two metallic 'discs' which fitted over his temples. At this point he started to lose consciousness.
The next thing Steve remembered after gaining consciousness again was of being in some type of dungeon or cavern-like enclosure, within a prison-like cell. Other humans were there as well. Most of the people there
seemed to be under some type of trance or mind control, and as far as he knew, he was one of them. He dimly recalls 'waking up' a few times, but usually when this happened one of the dark-robed creatures would
come over to the cage or enclosure where he was and point a rod-shaped device at him, at which point he would black out again. During one of his brief conscious episodes, he had a chance to talk to another prisoner,
a girl, who told him that their dark-robed captors were known as the 'dero'.
That, basically, was all that he remembered. The incredible part of the story, however, was the fact that several months afterwards he suddenly 'came to' and found himself conscious once again. He suddenly realized
that he was walking down the streets of New York City! He had no idea how he got there, or where he had been the past six months. It was like 'waking up' out of a bad dream or nightmare, the majority of which he
could not remember. In addition to this, he found that someone had given him a haircut (he didn't know whom).
Whether or not this account has any connection to the many 'rumors' of strange and ancient caverns and tunnels below New York City is uncertain. Some cautiously speak of such tunnels as being used by a MIB-like
secret society, some of these tunnels connecting with the lowest sub-basements of the Empire State building and other Manhattan structures. Some allege that such tunnels are the possible destination of many of those
who mysteriously end up 'missing' in New York City every year. Whether these are mere unfounded 'rumors' is anyone's guess, at least until solid evidence 'surfaces' to prove such accounts.
John J. Robinson made several visits to Mr. Brodie, and from his perceptions of the men he felt that Brodie was sincere in what he was saying, but Steve was constantly paranoid and in fear that he was 'being followed'
or that someone or something was constantly watching or stalking him. Also, Steve Brodie would often paint bizarre other-worldly landscapes, even though he wasn't used to painting in that style until after his
'experience', which Robinson thought peculiar. Then one day Robinson stopped by Brodie's apartment to pay him a visit and he was no where to be found. No one seemed to know what happened to him, and that was
the last time Mr. Robinson ever saw Steve again.
The 'Steve Brodie' account, incidentally, was also related in an article in the Vol. 1, No. 3, 1971 issue of 'STRANGE' magazine, and also in early issues of 'SAUCER NEWS', of which John J. Robinson -- who lived in
Jersey City, New Jersey at the time -- was assistant editor.
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|ARIZONA, BLACK MOUNTAIN -
Explorers investigating a cavern in
the black mountains encounter a
reptilian humanoid and experience
"missing time". source: Tal
LeVesque; BLACK MOUNTAIN
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