There, in a dimly floodlighted box canyon, a little before midnight I saw being test-flown a disc all covered with a bluish-white plasma dischage halo. The craft was, I later learned from Colonel Steve Wilson, USAF, the Lockheed X-22A two-man antigravity fighter disc. The ARV ("alien reproduction vehicle" - Pentagon-speak) was about 180 feet above the desert floor and about a third of a mile from me.
I could easily track it with my binoculars and observed its unusual characteristics. It seemed clear to me that whoever was flying it was relatively new at antigravity flying craft. The maneuvers were not in a straight line, but jumped from side to side and back and forth in a haphazard pattern.
A notable feature of the jumps was that the X-22A disc winked out in one location and after a second or two reappeared at another location. I watched carefully and it was not a question of going dark, (as if the craft could turn off its antigravity field and coronal discharge and not fall from the sky.) I could have seen the unlighted disc at that range with the ambient illumination from the sodium vapor lamps ringing the range. Instead what seemed to be happening was that the disc would cease-to-exist in 3-D space-time at one spot in the air, and a second or two later come back into existence in local 3-D space-time at a slightly-different location. Apparently it jumped into hyperspace to make the transit, and then reemerged into our 3-D space-time.
Former Los Alamos physicist Bob Lazar has described the space-time folding that is achieved with U.S. antigravity ARVs by harnessing and amplifying the strong gravitational force that binds nuclei. Lazar said that the strong force in Element 115 was so broad that it extended past the nucleus slightly, and could be manipulated to extend further and shroud an antigravity craft.
I watched the test flight about 15 minutes, then, nervous about the deadly-force forbidden zone I was in, I slowly and stealthfully withdrew under headlights-out mode and crept silently back out the Queen City Summit entrance road. When I reached Nevada State HWY 375, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, my shirt soaked with nervous sweat despite the desert night's coldness. I had the story of a lifetime, but did not dare tell it for years for fear of retaliation and arrest for criminal trespass. But by now the statute of limitations must surely have passed.
- Richard Boylan, Ph.D.
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