The Sound of My Voice

The Sound of My Voice

The leaves had just started to fall and swirl around the courtyard that dark, brisk morning when a man approached and called out. “Joe, you good?”

Yeah, just getting some fresh air.” I said, inhaling deep. “Is it time already?”

The man looked at his wristwatch, nodded, and went back inside the building. Enjoying every second of that fresh morning air, I gulped down the last sip of my bitter coffee and followed him inside. “Here we go…” I said to myself. Once inside the room we resumed our session, this time I was handed a different manila envelope and told to study it without touching it.

Are you ready, Joe?” There were three men with me in that room. All three were seated around me, doing various tasks while they prepared to induce hypnosis. “Let us know if at any point you wish to stop, okay?” Said one of them.

I nodded and they placed a head cap on my head, wired with electrodes and cables to their high-tech computer systems. Unlike anthing I’ve ever seen before. “I’m ready.” I said to them. “Let’s see what we see!”

*CLICK*

 the tape recorder starts. The lights are dimmed.


All right now, using the information in the envelope I’ve provided, exclusively focusing your attention…focus on 40.89 degrees North, 9.55 degrees West…

I did as was instructed. Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, I exhaled and focused on the sealed document in front of me. “uhm, I want to say that it looks like ah…I don’t know, it sort of looks like an oblique view of a…pyramid. It’s very high, kinda sitting in a…large depressed area.”  

I couldn’t seem to tune in correctly since all I could see were these flashes of light in the beginning, almost like static. Once I lengthened my breaths and sank deeper into the chair, more comfortable, the visions became clearer.

It’s yellowish,” I continued, trying my best to not disappoint. “…okra colored.”  I struggled seeing anything on those coordinates. Sensing that I wasn’t getting much information, they gave me a new objective:

All right. Move in time to the time indicated in the envelope we’ve provided you and tell us what is happening.”

Right away I started seeing and sensing a lot of wind and clouds. I felt like I was being pushed. “I’m tracking severe, severe clouds…more like a dust storm. It’s a geologic problem. Seems o be like a…just a minute. I got to iron this out, it’s really weird.” I couldn’t make much of what I was seeing.

Just report your raw perceptions at this time.” one of the other men said to me. “You’re still early in the session.” he added.

I heard his instructions and began to focus deeper on my breathing and what I felt around me. Trying to get a better reading for them. I closed my eyes, tilted my head up to the ceiling and took a breath. “I…I’m looking at an after effect of a major geologic problem..

Okay Joe, go back to the time before the geologic problem.” They told me.

“…..um, total difference….It’s….before….there’s no ah….I don’t…..oh hell, it’s like mountains of dirt…appear and then disappear when you go before…l see…large flat surfaces, very ah…smooth..angles. Walls…they’re really large though, I mean they’re megalithic...”

The images were coming in clearer by then, however I was still seeing and feeling a lot of static. There was something off about this session and I couldn’t put my finger on it. It’s wasn’t like the dozens of other sessions we’ve done, no. This time there was something else they weren’t telling me about the target. It didn’t matter now, we were all in the session working together… I pushed through these feelings and focused on the task at hand.

One of the men in the room then proceeded to give me new instructions. “At this period in time now before the geologic activity, look around, in and around this area and see if you can find any activity.

I closed my eyes, placed my hands on the manila enveloped and took another calming breath. “…I’m seeing ah….it’s like a perception of a shadow of people, very tall…thing, it’s only a shadow. It’s as if they were there and they’re not, not there anymore.”

Go back to a period of time where they are there.” The voice commanded.

My eyes still closed, I started to look back. Back in time to an era where I felt these shadowy beings even stronger. “I’m getting a lot of static on a line…everything is breaking up all the time, very fragmented pieces.”

Just report the raw data, don’t try to put things together. Just report the raw data...” ssuggested the voice.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment. I then relaxed them as I guided my mind deeper into relaxation. “I just keep seeing very large people. They appear thing and tall, but they’re very large. Ah…wearing some kind of strange clothes.” I couldn’t see them very well, but what I did see was gigantic and towered high above myself.

An animal? A giraffe? No. It felt to me so unnatural.

All right,” one of the men interrupted. “now holding this time period, I want to move from your physical location in space to another physical location, but in this time period. Move to: 46.45 Norh, 353.22 East.

I didn’t open my eyes at all. They remained closed, while I listed to my instructions. I did as I was told, I moved myself to a different space. “…it’s deep inside a cavern, not a cavern, more like a canyon. Uhm, I’m looking up, up the sides of a steep wall that seems to go on forever. There’s like ah….a structure with a …it’s like the wall of the canyon itself has been carved. Again I’m getting a very large structures, no….ah……no intricacies, huge sections of smooth stone.

Do the structures have insides and outsides?” One of the men asked.

“…Yes, they’re very, it’s like a rabbit warren, corners of rooms, they’re really HUGE. Perception is that the ceiling is very high, walls very wide….” I couldn’t even put into words the enormity of what I was seeing. Megalithic…massive.

All right Joe, I’d like to move now to another location nearby. All right, move from this point in this time to: 45.89 North, 354.1 East.

Right away the images started to come in. “They have ah…appears to be the end of a very large road and there’s a…marker thing that’s very large, keep getting Washington Monument overlay, it’s like an..obelisk.

Okay, from this point then, move to another point: 35.26. North, 213.24 East.”

“…it’s like I’m in the middle of a…huge circular basin…of the range mountains by almost all the way around, …very ragged, ragged mountains, very tall. Basin’s very, very, very large. Scale seems to bee off or something it’s just really big, everything’s big…” My god, I’ve never seen images like those before. I couldn’t comprehend where I was in time or space, jut that I was dwarfed by everything in this space and felt uncomfortable.

Sensing my distress, one of the men asked me to focus. “I understand the problem, just continue.

“…See just a right angle corner to something but that’s all, I don’t see anything else.” I answered.

Okay. Then let’s move into a little different place, very close. Move from the point you are now, in this time to: 34.6 North, 213.09 East.”

“…The cluster of squares up and down. Um….it’s like you want to make them square anyway. They’re almost flush with the ground and it’s like they’re connected….something very white or reflects light.” Whatever this was, it was blinding and engulfed all my senses.

What’s your position of observation as you look at this thing that reflects light?” they asked.

I’m amid ah…oblique left angle, sun is ah….sun is weird.” I couldn’t see much, it was so bright.

Look back down at the ground now, and we’re going to move just a little bit from this place, just a little bit from this place. 34.57 North, 212.22 East.”

I focused on the new coordinates given. Right away I felt a tingling sensation course through my body. “It’s like I can just perceive ah….ah…like a radiating pattern of some kind. It’s like some really, uh…strange intersecting kind of roads that are dug into valleys, you know, where a road is just a little below the edge.” The images were coming in a bit clearer now. “…They’re like real neat channels cut, they’re very deep, it’s like the road went down.…”

Okay. Now I have, I notice electrically you’re nulled out a little bit and I want you to stay deep and recapture your focus here...” They told me.

I heard the voice, but it was faint. With my eyes closed and relaxed, I followed their instructions. “It’s really tough, very sporadic…”

I realize that,” the man said. “It’s very important that you maintain your focus. I have a movement exercise again for you and this is some considerable distance away, so holding the focus in time, remember the focus in time that you had before and moving now to: 15 degrees North, 198 degrees east….Take some time and get back…deep.”

I exhaled extraordinarily long, regained my focus and proceeded. “See the…um, intersecting ah…whatever these are, are aqueduct type things…these…rounded bottom carved channelslike road beds. See ah…. see pointed tops of something on the horizon. Even the horizon looks funny and weird. It’s like ah…different…misty, like its really far away…very vague.”

Okay. Another movement now to: 80 degrees South, 64 degrees East.”

“..See pyramids….Can’t tell if it’s overlay or not because they are different.”

One of the men asked me . “Do these pyramids have insides and outsides?

I couldn’t make them out at first. They felt ancient, gigantic. “…Um, got both and they’re, um…huge…It’s really, ah…it’s an interesting perception I’m getting. It’s filtered from the storms or something...”

Say that again…”

They’re like shelters from storms.” I repeated. I couldn’t make sense of the complex shapes and colors I was seeing.

These structures you’re seeing?” they asked.

Yes, they’re designed for that.” I answered.

All right. Go inside one of these and find some activity to tell me about.”

Eyes still closed, I obliged. “Different chambers...” I began. “…they’re almost stripped of any kind of…furnishings or anything, it’s like ah….strictly functional place for sleeping or that’s not a good word, hibernations..some form, I can’t, I get real raw inputs, storms, savage storms, and sleeping through the storms.

Tell me about the ones who sleep through the storms.”

“…….Ah..very…very..tall..again, very large….people, but they’re thin, they look thin because of their height and they dress like in, oh hell, it’s like a real light silk, but it’s not flowing type of clothing, it’s like cut to fit…”

Move close to one of them and ask them to tell you about themselves.”

I hesitated, but eventually did as I was told. “They’re ancient people. They’re ah…they’re dying, it’s past their time or age.

Tell me about this.” The man pressed.

They’re very philosophic about it. They’re looking for ah…a way to survive and they just can’t. Can’t seem to get their way out, they can’t seem to find their way out,…so they’re hanging on while they look or wait for something to return or something coming with the answer...”

What is it they’re waiting for?

“…They’re ah…evidently was a …a group or a part of them that went to find ah…new place to live. It’s like I’m getting all kinds of overwhelming input of the…corruption of their environment. It’s failing very rapidly and this group went somewhere…like a long way to find another place to live.” The images were still coming in fragmented however this time they carried with them an intense feeling of isolation and sadness.

What was the cause of the atmospheric disturbance or the environment disturbance?” A question that saddened me.

“…..I see a picture of a, picture of like a, oh hell, it’s almost a warp in a, oh god, this is difficult. It’s like going, let’s see…I get a globe….ah…it’s like a globe that goes through a comet’s tail or…it’s through a river of something, but it’s all very cosmic. It’s like space pictures. 

All right,” the man said. “Now before you leave this individual, ask him if there is any way that you , ask him if he knows who you are and is there any way you can help him in his present predicament?

“……All I get is that they must just wait. Doesn’t know who I am. Think he perceives I’m a hallucination or something.”

Okay, when the others left, these people are waiting, when the others left, how did they go?

“……Get an impression of ah……..Don’t know what the hell it is. It looks like the inside of a larger boat. Very rounded walls and shiny metal.”

Go along with them on their journey and find out where it is they go.”

“….Impression of a really crazy place with volcanos and gas pockets and strange plants, very volatile place, it’s very muc like going from the frying pan into the fire. Difference is there seems to be a lot of vegetation where the other place did not have it. And different kind of storm.

All right it’s time to come back now to the sound of my voice into the present time to right now the 22nd of May, 1984, the sound of my voice. Move now back to the room, back to the sound of my voice, back further now to the sound of my voice on the 22nd of may, 1984.

*CLICK*

Tape recorder stops. The lights come on.

I blinked my eyes open a couple of times and looked around the room. The men were all busy scribbling on their notepads and pouring over the data printout from the computers. Sitting in front of me was the envelope. I reached over, opened it and pulled out an index card that was inside. It read:

The planet Mars.
Time of interest approximately
1 million years B.C.

The end.


The Sound of My Voice is a short written by Xavier Ortega. It is based on a real CIA transcript of a declassified 1995 document titled “Mars Exploration: May 22, 1984” under Project Stargate.

Project Stargate was created in 1978 in Fort Meade, Maryland. It’s aim was to gain information on certain targets by remote viewing. Which was something that was practiced centuries ago in Japan by practitioners of the art of Ninjutsu, who used their skills to infiltrate enemy compounds.

Joseph McMoneagle was a U.S. Army Chief Warrant Officer and the project’s top remote viewer.

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