Return to Roswell

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But I know now that the Netari can transmit their thoughts to me if they want to.

My Name is Mac.

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I saw them “land“ outside of Roswell. Not like the first time which was 75 miles or so away. This time it was three miles outside the city limits. Many could not believe that they landed here! Was it just an inside joke, they asked.

Roswell? The kitschy place with the first alleged UFO crash and the UFO Festival. My hometown.

I turned 30 the day they landed. Well, their ship didn’t exactly land! It levitated a few hundred feet above the ground and stayed in that position. The ship was not a saucer this time, but it fluctuated in and out of space like an extra-dimensional craft. Sometimes it looked like a rough blue rhombus with a glowing red heart inside it and at other times it would shape shift and coalesce into different forms. And it was huge—the size of a small city.

When they ”landed”, I could feel them scanning my mind. There were several dozen people that arrived at nearly the same time as I did when we heard it descending above the high plains of the Chihuahuan desert. The Netari were not quiet about it this time.

My girlfriend, Vicky, met me there.

Formerly called the ”Greys”, they identified themselves through some kind of translator technology. Eventually, a port opened at the bottom part of the ship and three of the Netari sailed down in a small orb-like craft made from some kind of translucent material.

The mother ship pulsed with blue and red color. The red part in the center of the ship resembled a heart. We were all mesmerized—it was so otherworldly beautiful.

All of us who watched in the vicinity clutched our heads. Like a brain freeze when drinking super cold frozen margaritas, we squenched our eyes and clenched our jaws until it passed. I’m lucky I did not bust a tooth. I put my arm around Vicky and squeezed her.

The aliens 👽 looked like what has been described in documented abductions. Humanoid features with large black eyes, and big heads with a grey appearance.

We are the Netari. We came here in peace. We can help you with climate change and other problems was their message.

The world greeted them instantly with open arms. Things seemed so hopeless.

My trust mostly has to be earned. I waited for strong evidence. I waited there when they landed for six hours and then headed home.

I couldn’t get Vicky to go home. “I’ll meet you home later,” she said. I just want to hang out here awhile and be a part of history.“ She had her tablet out typing away and her camera hung around her neck. As a journalist, that was her passion.

Not wanting to leave her, I told her I would call her when I got home and made her promise she would call me every hour.

Vicky never returned home. She had checked in with me multiple times, but I eventualy fell asleep. And the dreams I had. In my dream, I could read the thoughts of the Netari who came down and greeted us yesterday. I wanted to deny those thoughts. As a bad dream.

I woke to a panic attack. My pulse was racing. Dread came over me.

I put on my jeans over my boxers and I threw on sandles to save time. I drove my old vintage car way over the speed limit to the landing sight, kicking up plenty of dust.

The Netari spaceship was gone. No sign of it remained. There were still people there, though. I ran to them, frantically looking for Vicky. And then I ran into someone that knows her. My heart sank into the mire of a wet pit.

Does anyone know where the Netari went?“ I yelled.

“They said they had an emergency they had to attend to, and they would be back to Earth as soon as they could,” someone announced. “And they took some volunteers with them who they could teach earthlings to solve some of our problems. Actually, a lot of them. No one protested nor did any authorities.”

I fell on my knees, vomiting. Those images in my dream I had the night before came rushing into my resistant mind. The Netari were examining cookbooks on their screens with recipes in their own language such as Spicy Human livers and Human Head Cheese.

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