~~~AllisonWonderland~~~: I must preface this post by saying that it is an account of meeting with a group of people who I later came to realize were the MIBs. (Men In Black)

I don't know if these guys were for real, but I assure you they were actual people and if this was a put-on they certainly did put it on consistently and with great effort.

Also there are ancilliary factors that bear on the subject. When I come to one of them, I will note it.

To begin:

In the early 1970s, I was involved with a group of people that produced a television show in Houston, Texas. The show was called "Sensatiation" and it was a simulcast with K-101 (KLOL) radio and Channel 26, a Fox Network affiliate (though this was before they became such).

The people involved were Patrick Fant, now manager of K-101, Greg Harber, account rep with K101, The Bob Jones Advertising Agency, (Peggy Adams, owner), Globe Discount City Record Centers, Kenan Branam, Television Producer with Allison Wonderland Prods, Mary-k Ashley Wilson, Executive Coordinator of Allison Wonderland Prods. and of course myself. Around Houston, we were kind of "All the rage"! By that I mean that we were, by dint of being TV artists, well known and were actually approaching a kind of "cult fame" status.

We would go to lunch or dinner or midnight excursions to various restaurants and would be recognized and beseiged for autographs.

It was immediately after this that one night at about 3:00 a.m. after we had finished whatever it was that we were doing, I was at home (at 1601 Fairview at Yupon in Houston) alone.

There came a knock on the door and when I answered there were three guys, dressed in black slax, black turtleneck sweaters, black blazers, black socks, black demi-boots each wearing a single gold chain around their necks. Nicely dressed, well groomed, with impeccable manners.

They all had wide foreheads (ala The Everly Brothers!), and the leader had white hair (ala Bob Barker). He spoke my name in the form of a question (Allison?), I said "Yes." He asked, "May we come in?" and I immediately let them in, something I seldom did with total strangers.

The first thing that he said was in a kind of assurance that they meant me no harm and that I should not be afraid (which I was not).

They next, looking among themselves with some amount of amusement, said that they knew something about me that was private and personal. They then delineated what it was (at this point I would like to say that I am going to reserve what it was that they delineated, though it is not any kind of thing that could not be revealed, I feel that at this time, it has no relevance to anyone else and though I probably will reveal it later, I will refrain from it until it becomes necessary to reveal it), and said that this private characteristic was a common characteristic of all Cygnusians! Whatever that was!

I must say that they were accurate about what they said, I couldn't, at the time, imagine how they would know such a thing about me, but this gave them a validity that they would have otherwise not had. I later rationalized it by deciding it was due to a circumstance that I will describe further on.

The first thing that they asked me was: Did I remember Mrs. Lucille Lewis? At first I could not place this name, but it sounded familiar, and I finally connected it. Mrs. Lewis had been my English Teacher at Chaffey Union High School in Ontario, California when I was a junior in 1955-6.

Strangely, Mrs. Lewis had a similar wide forehead, white hair, and she always wore black! I have a picture of her in my highschool yearbook, which by the way, I did the graphics for.

I was somewhat more advanced than my peers (always have been) and Mrs. Lewis would take more time with me than with the others and she also gave me special assignments.

One I remember vividly was that I was to go to the corner of Sultana and Holt Blvd in Ontario, Califonia and stand there for an hour between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m. Then I was to write a paper on what I heard! At the time I thought this strange and I must admit that I didn't stay there an hour, but I did write a paper describing what I heard. There happend to be a tapdance school near that intersection and I could hear piano music. There was also a nightclub and I could hear nightclub type sounds, jukebox, etc., from the club. Also there was a kind of "mashed potatos being squashed into my ears" kind of almost inaudible sound with both extremely low frequencies and extremely high frequencies but no middle range. I knew nothing about sound at the time but my experience with light and sound in the intervening years has made me familiar with this kind of sound. I remember that occasion vividly. I wrote the paper and included mention of my ears kind of plugging up. Mrs. Lewis seemed to be quite pleased with the paper.

I asked them how they knew Mrs. Lewis, and I their replay was a kind of "wave off" with no real answer, and I don't remember how that resolved out, but they continued on.

They asked me if my parents were well. I said that I didn't know because at the time, I was busy with other stuff in my life, and hadn't communicated with them for some time.

At this point in my narrative, I will give you a bit of background on that account. My mother joined the Jehovah's Witnesses Religion when I was 13. I was induced to go along...or else! I went along with them for 13 years till I was 26. At that time I opted out. Due to that course, I was disfellowshipped, the JW equivalent of Excommunication. The JWs practice "shunning" and my parents and sister shunned me.

The visitors said it was just as well that I didn't communicate seeing as to how I was not their offspring which took me aback, to say the least.

They then began a narrative that I was so incredulous about that I must admit, I didn't take it too seriously.

They said that the Earth was one of a number of planets on which dwelt what they called "The Universal Hominid".

The Universal Hominid is a species that travels between star systems and colonizes the planets that are inhabitable. The problem was that the UHs on the earth had resisted contact with the parent UH influences and had gone on to become "renegade" in their course and that with the advent of atomic weaponry had become a problem in that while they were not at the time of figuring out fission and fusion, and how to use it to make the "Bomb", they were as yet unable to move into space.

That it had only been a matter of time before THAt became an accomplished eventuality.

The problem being that all of the other UHs were weaponless. The enigma being that the earthling UHs were less advanced but they were better armed!

Here was the gist of what they were getting at: They said: In the late 1930s, they had foreseen this situation and they took the following course of action.

They started to infiltrate the societies on the earth.

They came originally as doctors. The reason for this was to start "planting" UH infants in families that had babies born in the hospitals at which the UH doctors worked.

If a family lost a baby, that baby would be replaced with a UH infant.

They said that this was the case in my instance.

They seemed to be really curious about my reaction to this and kept asking me what I thought about it.

I, at the time, was rather ambivalent about it, because I didn't know what to think.

I remember asking them, "What's the bottom line?" "What are you driving at?" They said that they wanted me to start telling anyone who was interested what had happened at that meeting.

My first thought was that these guys had some kind of design on being associated with me and my impending "fame" accruing around my entertainment endeavor.

I told them I would and though I was reticent to tell just anyone, I did tell my friends and associates and as a rule, my friends were basically as ambivalent as I was. A number of them said: "Right!" Others were curious, but we were preoccupied by other matters and so this thing just passed by and not much further thought was given it.

The three MIBs left about 4:00 a.m. in a, for the time, late model black midsized car, I think it was a Buick or Oldsmobile. It came and picked them up, arriving just as they were walking out the door.

I heard nothing more from them for about six weeks.

Then...again at 3:00 a.m. they reappeared at my front door. The same leader but two new companions. All of them dressed as before. At the time, there were lots of people that would come over at night and so they were welcome as being familiar and I always tried to be gracious to guests. I invited them in and we had some tea which I had just fixed.

Though I hadn't had time to really concentrate on what they had told me, I decided to just go along with their "put on" and I asked them why I was being given this kind of attention. They said it was because I was an entertainer and that if I told people that I was a UH, that I wouldn't be affected by it should I not be believed in the same way as would a doctor or a lawyer or some other professional. In other words, I wouldn't lose my job, or be ostracised over this. I could be wierd (which I was) without having to bear the consequences like someone who is licensed or held to accepted rules of conduct by their peers. That was reasonable to me.

They told me that the earth was slated for inclusion into the their system, but first it had to comply with the rules of inclusion, which included having no weaponry.

And that my broaching of the subject was the beginning of a campaign to prepare the earth for that eventuality. It was at this second visit that I gave them a performance of the Crystalume which they seemed to enjoy, but they did act like they were not all that impressed, a reaction that was less than is usually exhibited by those who get private audition type performances of my art.

The performance lasted about 22 minutes (the length of the program tapes that we used) and they had been there about 20 minutes before I started the show. They left shortly after the show, 10 or so minutes to 4:00 a.m. and were once again picked up by the black car which appeared just as they were walking out the door.

Two days later they appeared again at 3:00 a.m. and I let them in as if they were old friends. The same white haired fellow with yet another two new companions. By the way, they never introduced themselves by name and they never shook hands or made physical contact with me and usually the white haired fellow did most of the talking.

Well take this in the vein in which it is meant, they were very Mormonlike! It was like the WH guy was the leader and the others were apprentices or students.

At this last meeting, a friend of mine was at the house. A lady whose name is Naia Fujii, the niece of Kingo Fujii, the semi-famous artist. She was a self styled Sufi Priestess, though she was just a really nice, really pretty little lady that looked exactly like the drawings of the blackhaired cartoon character found on the joke page of Playboy magazine.

We were romantically involved at the time but she was upstairs at the time and didn't actually take part in that morning's meeting.

They seemed to sense that there was someone else in the house and so they didn't stay long. They said that this would be our last meeting for some time and they were not as gregarious as they had been at the previous two meetings. They seemed to be in a semi-grave mood and left after only about 20 minutes. They were picked up by a black car which this time was waiting when I opened the door for them to leave. I remember that they sped off quickly, with a short bit of tire squeal.

I never saw them again.

In the years that have intervened, I have had times when I have been convinced that they were exactly what they said they were. I have had times when I have felt otherwise for these reasons.

I was married for 11 years and when my ex and I split, she went out to California and took up residence on Mount Shasta, North of Chico, where she and I lived when we first got married. I never heard from her again and have not to this day seen her since immediately after we separated. I have though, heard bits and pieces about her.

This from a fellow named Marlon whom I found driving my old Fiat Abarth OT1000 Bertone Spyder which Marlenel got in the divorce. I talked with him and he said he got it from her because she needed money to pay for having her baby.

I also heard that she had come into contact with the Manson Family that has family members all over California. I also heard that she was in contact with the "Aliens" that live on Mt.Shasta!

Aha! That, I reasoned, was the connection! (this is one of the ancilliary factors that I mentioned that I would note) These guys were part of the Northern California weirdo scene. That was how they knew personal things about me. My ex-wife had told them. But this still doesn't explain why they would go to the lengths that they did to contact me.

Well, since all this happened, I have told the story to many of my friends and aquaintences whenever the occasion permitted. The people who know me know that I am not one to make up stuff, though I do write SciFi books (more on that in a moment).

I'm sure that there are those whom I have told who think that this is but an interesting story, there are those who think it is a put-on, put on me, and there are those who believe it without reservation and who have said if the MIBs come back, to get in touch, that they would like to meet them.

And so it was until I got onto the WWW. In the first few weeks I came across references to the MIBs. If you are interested in this, call up a search engine and ask for MIB. You'll be as surprised as I was by the number of references to them at reside on the net.

There have been times in my life, maybe 2 or 3 times, (this is another of those ancilliary factors that I said I would make note of) that I have been out of money and was out and about and in need gasoline for my motorcycle or car but could not come up with the money to get it. Upon appealing to a service station attendant to "give" me a gallon or two, the attendant would tell me that it had been paid for by them: pointing across the street or down the block where I would see a black car pulling away and out of sight. It is like they are watching!

This has not happened since about 1980.

I say that "Truth is that which confirms one's suspicions."

I suspect that we are not alone in universe. I suspect that there is a "behind the scenes" scene. I suspect that we are in for some startling revelations in the near future. I suspect that I am somehow destined to become a (to use a term from The Dictionary of Cybernetics and Systems, the handbook of the "Game Theory" world) "PLAYER" in the affairs of the world. To what end, I have no idea!

At the age of almost 65, I live the life of a hermit artist in the Deep East Texas Pineywoods with my cats.

I happen to be enduring an incurable, terminal illness, and seem to be confounding the MDeities who gave me but five months to live 57 months ago.

Great story Mr. Allison. At first I thought it was some people playing a hoax on you, then I thought it was you playing a hoax on me, NOW I'm not sure at all. Oh, by the way, I am working on the writing thingy for your site; I just haven't had time to sit down and do it yet. But I do have a couple of ideas.

Learning to relax and breath is the secret to life.

Suppose there is a blow coming at me from a certain direction. Instead of defending myself, and pushing the blow off, the idea in jujitsu is to carry the blow away. The knee goes out, catching the adversary below his point of balance, and he goes down *hard* brought about on his own initiative, and your cunning. The same attitude of relaxed gentleness is most beautifully seen, for instance, in watching cats. When a cat falls of a tree, it lets go of itself. The cat becomes completely relaxed, and lands on the ground with a thud. But if the cat were about to fall off a tree and suddenly made up its mind that it didn't want to fall at all and became tense, it would be just a bag of broken bones upon landing.

So, in the same way, it is the philosophy of Zen that we are all falling off a tree. As a matter of fact, "the moment we were born we were kicked off a cliff and we are falling, and there is nothing that can stop it" wrote Watts. So instead of living in a state of chronic tension, and clinging to all sorts of things which are actually falling with us because the whole world is impermanent, be like a cat.

Well, I see that the 700 Club and all the other Xtian religions have gotten
it all wrong AGAIN.

They are all up in arms, opposing the Gay Marriage thing in San Fran, and
Bos, Mass.

They are handing out bumper stickers saying that "marriage" HAS to be
between one man and one woman... And they are all for backing the amending
of the Constitution of the United States to make "dat DeLaw".

Well, once again, they are fighting against Yehweh (rhymes with freeway).
You see they all say that whenever any culture has ever gone against "De
Laws of God, that THAT culture never survives for more than another
generation before everything goes to hell in a shopping bag.

Well, what they don't understand is: That before the Kingdom of God can
come, and HIS will can be done, that the system, of which the "TRUE" Xtians
are to be "no part", has to fall. And the Kingdom of God in NOT a democracy.
And when Yehweh (rhymes with freeway), decides to destroy a "world", he
works in strange and mysterious ways...

So here is an epiphany, and a revelation. Yehweh is putting it into the
hearts and minds of the "activist judges" to OK all this homosexual stuff in
order to bring down the system, making way for HIS kingdom to come.

And so, if you are against the gay rights stuff, you are fighting the will
of Yehweh (rhymes with freeway).

Jesus said: "Be no part of the world".

AND the Bible says that the Devil is the ruler of this system of things.

AND that Yehweh is going to DESTROY this world and then set up his
Kingdom which will rule for a thousand years.

So you have to stop fighting the gay stuff, or you are fighting the
Only True God, Yehweh.

It's better to take Gamelial's advice and leave all that stuff alone,
because if it is NOT of God it will come to naught. And if it IS of God, you
don't want to be found fighting against it.

There's just nooooooooo way around it. You are going to straighten up and
bow down. Get down on your knees and take a stand for Yehweh.

A sister in service of the Lrod.

RHH,DD

Like I alway say, if Jesus came back with a band and angels in the clouds and came floating down on a cloud and walked on water 1/2 would say it was a trick and the other half would be asking if He would do it again at 8 pm so they could sell tickets.

Mr.M has been posting here for a long time.

He has finally figured out who is writing whom.

The following reveals the Ture Identities of the "Denizens" writing here.

Stephen, you really did fall hard for my sock Charles Collins.

You went for it hook, line and sinker. And I can't believe
you actually e-mailed me back to set up an orgy.

You old stinker!

And then to be cowed by LaQuisha...

It does this auld heart good to see you shake in your boots.

Pit Bull Attack Dog, indeed my little piss boy.

And don't feel so smug, Jmase Allsion... YOU were the only
one that responded completely to my advert for "Guru Teachers
Wanted".

Now I want you all to look closer. Every message posted to
this newsgroup, reeks of sock puppetry. Look for the principles
at 'work' and in action.

There are so many lovely demonstrations 'peacocked' here
from neurotics far and wide, all so different and yet...
all so much the same... the source from which all this
confabulation spews might be of some interest but it has
grown stale to me.

The self congratulatory tirades, the pompous assertions,
the random associative windbaggery that is the result of
'needful catharsis' rather than 'thoughtful' exchange by my
"piss boy" Stephen has not changed one iota in five years.

Vague suggestions, inappropriate miscalculations.. a host
of maniacalists, whose notions of the bulgarous balatrons
who pontificate and cerebral fictiviousness of all that which
is nothing and everything all at once.

Velikovsky learned from gurdgieff well, that... in the end....
is all that really matters.

The last law will always belong to the Agnostics.

Apologies to the memories of Mme. de Salzmann and
her respective minions and of course Ouspensky and
his mechanized board of secretaries and notekeepers.
(Nicol, Collins and the derivatives, Ichazo and descending
fools and clowns...)

Live with intention,

I am outta here...or better yet, I go to find the "real" Allison,
which shouldn't be too hard, as he yelps for anyone who'll
pay him an iota of attention.

How's that colostemy bag Jmaes?

Welfare supplies those for you as well... eh? You parasite.

In the final analysis, that's what Jmaes amounts to, a mere flea
on the ass of one of his feral felines.

Yet, there might be no doubt some truth in what Jmaes writes

Truth here is, one just doesn't have the time to spend showing
you up all the time...too many other real life obligations that
don't involve a computer.

You know though, there's got to be respect for your prose and
musio-philosophy with regards to your passion, vusic. It's hard
to admit, but even due to the fact that you may have an ailment
that in all likelyhood 'drains' energy, such as it is, your endurance,
if nothing else, is admirable.

More venom put your way than required Jmaes is unnecessary.
If you didn't counter so well, its unlikely you'd get so much attention.

At any rate, this 'sun' has in fact become 'tepid' and is burning out,
in that enthusiasm for such bicker banter is infact short on supply.

Hope you're not too disappointed.

If it makes any difference, consider this message an acknowledgement
of your fine typemanship and sharp wit...

But why you waste it in this manner is the unnerving question.

Salutations you ole skallywag....my cat send her regards...

And you Veneer. You have let Allsion put you in the shade. He has
far outstripped you in skill and wit. I must be your pork intake has
rendered you the penultimate meat head, pickled in alcohol and
pomposity.

If what you have to so shamelessly peddle is the vaunted enlightenment,
then may we all bask in the welcome darkness of good sense instead of
the light of your arrogant and conceited pomposity.

So I bid you adeiu, and just want to say that it was fun kicking all
your posteriers. And that I'll be back.

Just remember, when you least expect it, someone will appear where you
most desire it and will say:

Your pal,

g.

"it's all a hoax...it always was and always will be."