This is a statement written by my old friend Roger Raffee. I told him we should call it Tapes for Aliens. I was the roommate in the story below who had the Toyota:
Tapes for Aliens:
Koloa Town, Kauai, 1982. Summer, mid-July, a windy dark night. We lived in a four bedroom Hawaiian wood home next to the flowing Koloa stream. It was kind of late when I got home from my job parking cars at the Poipu Village Resort.
It was a great job. I was just turning 23. We played guitars, sat in our lounge chairs singing and talking story. When a car pulled up we'd go open the doors and say "Welcome to the Poipu Village Resort this evening". The restaurant was right on the ocean. There was a little stage inside where Hotel permanent resident Taj Mahal would sometimes, when he felt like it, get up and give us an impromptu concert.
The food was incredible. People were happy. We were happy.
The surf was great that summer. It was the start of the climate event known as the El Nino which would last for a year and produce huge waves across the northern Pacific. Hurricane Ewa would wipe the place away at the end of October but until then it was the best summer surf any Kauai surfer had ever seen. 3' - 10' for weeks on end, perfect surf. Beautiful blue water, offshore wind. The body surfing at Breneke's beach was more fun than you could ever imagine. The waves broke like a perfect wave pool machine in chest-deep water. Perfect wrapping peeling hollow head-high beach barrels in one to three feet of water. You didn't even need fins. You'd just push off the bottom in to a racy hollow body or boogie board barrel. One arm down, the other up top dragging the top of the wave to help you steer through the beautiful blue wispy barrel.
I'd do that every morning then go surfing all day, then park cars in the evening. On my days off I'd drive around the island looking for waves elsewhere. I got there in May from California. I had to leave at the end of September to go back to college on the mainland. I was having the most fun I ever had or ever have had. Parties, friends, girls, incredible surf.
The Surf Punks played a garage party one night. They ripped. It was fun. Everything was fun that summer.
Then one evening I got home late. Everybody was asleep. I tip-toed through the wooden floors, through the living room, through the hall to my room. I opened my door, walked in, shut the door, quietly. My room was sparse. Just a bed and a wooden dresser on the wooden floor. I had to walk slowly so the creaking wooden floor boards didn't wake anyone up. Outside the wind was howling.
I took off my wrist-watch and put it in the dresser drawer closest to the bed. The bed laid alongside a large window. The window looked out at the back-yard and the Koloa stream. In the darkness you couldn't see much except the silhouettes of the waiving trees and the stars in the night sky.
I crawled under the sheet. It was Hawaii in July, a sheet was all you needed. I looked up at the night sky. I was tired and was just drifting off to sleep when I noticed a tiny red light appear up high in the sky, almost straight up, but inside my field of vision near the top of the window. It was a little dot at first, and slowly got bigger and bigger.
I was drowsy, falling asleep, but I saw the red light, thought it was a helicopter. I remember thinking "what if that's a UFO?". That was the last thought I had as I drifted off to sleep.
I was inside a helmet, like a deep sea diving helmet. Looking out the window of the helmet in front of my face I saw an alien. Green skin, black shirt, a large clear ship's window behind him reaching out in to nothing but darkness. He was facing me. He appeared to have a tool of some kind in his hand. He was banging the top of my helmet with the tool. Bang, Bang, Bam, Clang!
I looked out at him. I was calmly assessing my situation, at least at first. Trapped inside the helmet. I caught the eye of the alien and gave him a nod, and I noticed a slight nod back, acknowledgement!
I spoke, and I heard my voice inside the helmet. I could speak. Could he hear me!
"Hey you!", I yelled at him. "Can you hear me?".
"Hey YOU!"
I then got this clear thought in my mind. I needed to meet whoever was in charge. I needed to get them to let me talk to the boss, someone who could tell me what this was all about. I started yelling this out to the alien as loud as I could. He stopped doing what he was doing. He cocked his head. He heard me. He made a sign language, hold on, he's going to ask, he'd be back. I understood him.
A couple of minutes later, he came back. He took the helmet off my head. I was out, I was free. I was myself in their ship. He was taking me down a dark corridor and in to a room where there was a stage. He sat me down in front of the stage, cross-legged, on the floor.
After a couple of minutes a large alien in a big robe walked out on the stage. He said he could spare a little time to converse with me. Did I have any questions for him?
Is there a God I asked him. Does he know anything about God, does he know more about God than we do? He said that they were mortal beings just like we are. They live and die similar to us. They also had ancient beliefs but they didn't know any more about God or a creator than we did except that they believe the fact that the universe creates beings that can reflect upon itself is proof that the universe ponders itself. The universe itself is therefore intelligent.
I asked about our planet. Will it survive? He said no. What we call Earth is doomed. I asked him if our doom is our own creation. He said yes, that our planet will not sustain life forms soon due to what we have done to it. I asked him if there was anything we can do about that. He said that our form of beings are not capable of working together unless forced or coerced, and it would require all humans working together to save our planet. I asked him if there was anything I could personally do about that. He said no. Anything I might try would be doomed to failure and inconsequence.
He then went on to explain that beings from his planet physically vibrate in a powerful way. They resonate physical and wave-length vibrations together and the accumulated resonance of their vibrations waft powerful energy through their atmosphere and beyond, in to the reaches of outer space. That vibration resonates outwardly beyond their species to all other species on their planet. They resonate in harmony with all their fellow creatures and are capable of working together in harmony. They don't war with each other.
In ancient times there were creatures similar to them that harmonized to destroy other creatures. They were at constant war with those other creatures. He said his form eventually destroyed the other creatures because they were able to develop intelligence which derived from an inner desire to live peacefully and compassionately. It was part of their unique vibration as a species, and all of their type share that sort of peaceful and compassionate resonance.
They developed over millions of what we call years the ability to manipulate things physically, and they developed an advanced technology. Their technology has been designed to tap in to and harness the harmonizing vibration flowing through the atmosphere of their planet. Through the combination of the powerful harmonizing vibration they emitted and the technology they developed they were able build space-ships that could project images of their ship and their life-forms to specific locations across our galaxy.
They were not actually here physically, they were back on their own planet. What I was experiencing was matter manifested by vibratory resonance technology that projected the images of their space ship and images of everything in their space ship. Their duplicates were ephemeral projected images of their matter sent across the universe. When sited from earth they could seem to disappear and reappear as their projection faded and oscillated.
He told me that my being on their ship was no random occurrence. They had spent time researching the right person to help them and after an epic and intense effort they had selected me. He told me that they had used their vibratory resonance technology to resonate vibrations with and in to my sleeping brain. It took my consciousness, my awareness, and projected it in to their space ship. My presence there was a vibratory projection just as theirs was.
He said that my physical body was still sleeping in my room. "Then this isn't real?" I asked. It's real, he said. There is nothing artificial about their vibratory resonating technology. It works, and my awareness was really in the projected image of their ship.
He then asked me if I could do them a big favor. It would mean a lot to his entire species if I could do this great favor for them. Of course, I said. I will do whatever I can for you.
He said there is one thing they would like to extract from our world before it's gone. I remember I had a thought about what he might be referring to, but gold, minerals, how would he get that stuff back to his world?
He told me that our species, humankind, vibrated inwardly in disharmony with each other and because of that our world would not survive. We were too dangerous a species to not have the capability of working together to survive. One outcome of this disharmony is an inclination to express the sense of our unique and individual inner-vibration in harmony with the inner vibration of others. These small outbursts of harmony and resonance is manifested outwardly through waves of sound. The outward vibrations our species created often told the entire story of our existence, our adventures, our moods, our attitudes of existence, the essence of our beings. It was something that flabbergasted and amazed his species. It brought them pleasure like no other source of pleasure they had on their planet or that they have discovered anywhere else.
When they discovered this source of vibrations coming from our planet they devised this complicated scheme to find someone like me to help them extract certain potent selections of our vibrations and send them back to their planet.
"These vibrations you're talking about?" I asked him. "You call it music", he answered. I smiled. He told they liked my particular inner vibration and my passion for collecting music. Since I was a kid I have had a hobby of scouring thrift stores and yard sales looking for vinyl records. I took them home and made mixed tapes. I then played my mix tapes when going surfing or going to work, or going anywhere.
He said they planted a vibration censor on our planet, and in my head, that they would use to collect the music I placed on the future mixed tapes I would be creating. When I clicked to record a track for a mixed tape it would trigger a vibration in my brain that would relay the vibrations of the music I was selecting to their planet.
I asked him why music, and not gold, oil, or our history, our fiction, our art, or anything else on our planet. He said those things had no real use or meaning to his kind. Music on the other hand was a new delicacy on their planet and Earth is the only source they know of.
He said that taste in music was very important to them. It couldn't just be the music that was being played over the radio airwaves, or in music libraries. They needed someone with certain taste to select the music for them to listen to. He said they examined our planet and my predilection to already live a life-style of collecting music and the inner vibration of my being that selected certain types of music within different genres was just what they were looking for.
Would I do this for them? Help them extract the one thing from our planet that they prize. I said OK. Why not? It was something I like to do anyway.
The big leader thanked me. I felt the most amazing sense of gratitude flow through me from him. As if their entire planet was thanking me through this one being. He said the being that had brought me to him would walk me back through the hall and into the unit holding the technology which would send me back to where I came from.
My original alien friend guided me back. He was very nice and easy with me. He told me I held great honor with everyone on his entire planet. He told me I was known as "number 2". I have to admit that it seemed a strange thing to be called. Number 2? Number 2 what? Who was number 1? He said I was the second of our species to provide his species with a great favor. He didn't elaborate because he then gave me urgent and quick instructions on how to return to my sleeping consciousness.
He said that the vibratory resonance that took me from my bed, and will return me, will have an affect on any instruments we use to keep time in the immediate vicinity. He said that it might be a while before I remember what happened, but that when I remembered I would remember it all very vividly and completely. He said that in those last few minutes we had left together I should focus my attention on the fact that the instruments that keep time around my home will be affected and I will see the results of this when I wake from my sleep.
He said I will most likely not be able to remember what happened on their ship when I woke, but if I concentrate I will be able to remember one thing which I could then take back to my waking consciousness in the morning. I needed to concentrate on the idea that all instruments that keep time have been affected. I will be able to remember that one thought in the morning as soon as I wake. This will be something that will give me assurance later, when I remember all that happened, that it really did happen. I wouldn't need to be molested with a persistent thought that it was possibly a dream or my imagination, and this would help me focus on the mission they have assigned me, which I accepted.
Then he focused a machine towards me and I heard sounds. I followed the sounds, they took me away, back in to my sleep.
It was morning. I was awake. Lying in bed. I had a sudden urge to check my watch. I got up, went over to the dresser drawer. Opened it up and looked at the watch. It said 10:19 AM. However, I could tell by the light in the sky that the sun had just been up a little while, it was closer to 7 AM. Hmmm, my watch was wrong.
So, I quietly went across the hall to where one of my roommates was sleeping. I slowly and as silently as I could pushed his door open just a crack, to see his digital alarm clock/radio. It said 9:13 AM.
Jeez, that's weird I thought. So, I went to another room. My roommate there was also soundly sleeping. He had an electric alarm clock above his bed. It said 2:46.
I went in to another roommate's room and nudged him awake. I told him anxiously that my watch and the other two roommates clocks all had the wrong time, and that I had seen a red light in the sky before I went to sleep last night. He laughed just a little bit. Really? Yes, I told him. This is real. I got up this morning and the time is different on the watches and clocks. Does he have another watch or clock we could check?
He said there was a clock in his Toyota parked outside. He jumped out of bed and said "let's check it out". So we went outside and sure enough, the clock in the Toyota said "4:42". It was off too.
That evening I went to work and told a lot of people about the red light in the sky, and how the clocks and watches all had different times when I got up in the morning. Isaac, a big Hawaiian security guard, he was about 45 at the time, told me he believed me. He told me that about 25 years ago he worked on a boat that took tourists up the Wailua River. He said that one night they got attacked by moving colored lights that came at them floating through the air. The lights moved all around them. The women were screaming in panic. Everyone was scared, but nothing happened other than the lights surrounded them and flowed around them. They left, then came back, scaring the hell out of everyone, but that's all that happened. He said nobody that was there will ever forget what happened, and that he had never been up the Wailua River again.
A few weeks later I was lying in bed again, on another dark windy night. I saw the red light again. This time I was wide awake in a flash. I jumped out of bed and darted through the house out on to the street. I looked up at the sky but couldn't see anything. I walked all around trying to get a look at all parts of the sky. Didn't see it.
My hobby of hunting for records and making mix tapes became an obsession. A couple of years later I ran in to a friend who said he believed in UFOs. I told him about the red light and the watches and clocks being wrong. He told me to call information and tell the operator I had just seen a UFO. If you did that they would connect you automatically with an organization that tracks UFO events. I did, and he was right. A few minutes later I was talking with a guy from this UFO tracking agency. I told him about the red light that one July night and the watches and clocks having different times in the morning. He said I should meet with scientists that work with him so I could be put under hypnosis. Using hypnosis they would be able to find memories that I couldn't consciously remember. As soon as he said that, I remembered...
I hung up. I walked away in a stupor. I remembered everything. It all came back to me right at that moment. I had to go be by myself and sit down for a while.
Now it's more than 30 years later and I've made many thousands of mix tapes. I really don't know how many I have made. I have been hunting records and making mix tapes constantly during these 30 years, when I haven't been in the water surfing.
My passion led me to start an internet site for buying and selling music back in 1994. It's www.gemm.com . I'd like to share the track-list of those thousands of tapes with everyone and figure out some way to incorporate the music in to the GEMM web site. If anyone can help us with this and you're in the San Diego area send an email to me at roger@gemm.com .
Unfortunately GEMM is just barely surviving as I write this. I'm not a tech person and our only tech person is too busy to help me with this project. I have other ideas too but we don't have the resources to make very much happen right now.
So, I'm working on GEMM all day, making tapes and looking for $1 records at thrift stores as much as I can, and still surfing.
I have had other things happen, weird occurrences, just about as incredible as the story above, believe it or not.
Please visit the GEMM.com web site when you can. Shop on it and sell on it if you can. It helps support my making mix tapes for the aliens.
Thanks,
-Roger Raffee
(GEMM.com)
