A Draco In Georgia: Part 1: The Confederacy, White Supremacy And Lizard People

 

My brave dog, Puchock, (1975-1983) who survived multiple abduction experiences along with me. This photo was taken just before he died from kidney failure. Don’t let vets use experimental antibiotics on your pet! 

I was now very close to exit 336 off of Interstate 10. Only a few yards away I could see that what I had previously thought was a cafe was a tavern named ‘Jack’s House’. (Note: this seems to currently be a fireworks store on Phantom Lane just off of State Road 222 that in just a few miles north hooks up with SR 121.) The parking lot didn’t have a single car in it but was populated instead with a dozen or more chopper motorcycles. Now I had another battle going on in my mind where a voice was telling me that it wasn’t safe to go into such a place. In my imagination the joint was obviously filled with smelly bikers who would love to make mincemeat of the likes of me. On the other side of the coin, so to speak, I was still starving to death and wanted desperately to sink my teeth into a juicy hamburger or anything at that point. The fear dynamic suddenly surged to the terror level and I drove by Jack’s House, hoping to find some kind of market or cafe further down the road.
 
Back in 1977 SR 121 was a fairly lonely stretch of pavement. I drove by some ramshackle lots for vacationers to park their trailers in. As I recall, there were ‘live bait’ signs which led me to believe that these locations were related to sport fishing. I was on the look-out for a country store or even a gas station where I might buy a candy bar, but couldn’t find one. After several miles I came to a ‘Y’ in the road and saw an old, weathered sign that said, “Welcome to Georgia, the Peach State”. On an impulse I veered to the left which took me onto SR 185 going north. As I recall, I drove by an area on the left (west) side of the road which was fenced off and displayed a sign that read something to the effect of, “Danger — Bomb Testing Area — Do Not Enter” and some designation of being a U.S. military site. 

Now feeling rather exhausted due to hunger, not to mention the after effects of a horrible headache and the disorienting situation of being lost on a deserted road I just kept plodding along with the ambiguous hope of finding someplace to stay for the night. After almost a half hour of driving on this lonely road it was now past sunset and getting dark. My fuzzy-headed state suddenly shifted to alertness when up ahead I saw a fire burning in the middle of the road. As I slowed down to see what the heck was going on it became apparent that a roadblock had been set up with a barrel containing a blazing fire as a warning. A large box truck was parked behind the barricade, blocking the roadway, which gave me no choice but to come to a stop. Three men wearing dark green overalls and armed with rifles immediately came over to my van. Two came to the driver’s door and without introduction yanked me out of the seat and the other went over to sliding door to extract my dog, Puchok. Puchok, a Samoyed was ordinarily a complete failure as a guard dog but in this situation, to my astonishment, he was growling and trying desperately to avoid being pulled out of the van. This ended when my dog was smacked in the head with the butt of the rifle and went limp.

As soon as I was out of the driver’s seat I had my hands pulled behind my back and locked together in a set of handcuffs. I was up against two young men who were armed, so my only reasonable choice at this point was to submit to this inexplicable arrest and to stammer some questions that didn’t get answered. At least right away. Puchok was dragged away and taken into the back of the box truck. As I watched my van being driven up a ramp into the back of this same truck a burlap bag was pulled over my head. Shortly after that I heard the sliding door being closed. Then I was pushed into the cab of the truck, forced to sit awkwardly in between the driver and one of the other men. I was ordered to keep my mouth shut and to sit still. It seemed that we drove north a little ways up 185 and then took a left turn. The road at this stage was obviously unpaved and in the truck I felt each bump and pot hole, made extremely uncomfortable given that my hands were pulled together behind my back. I was also having a hard time getting air through the bag over my head and was in a mental tailspin thinking about what this kidnapping was all about and how it might end up.

Eventually the truck came to a stop. I was pulled out of the cab, still handcuffed and with a bag over my head, and told to wait. The ground was obviously wet and judging by feel I was standing in about six inches of water. After a period of waiting I was led to another location nearby and to my relief had both the bag and the handcuffs taken off. It was now night time. I was standing in a small covered porch illuminated by a single, bare light bulb. This porch, elevated a few inches above the water level, connected to a plain wood frame building recently painted white but clearly showing signs of having been around for a long time. Right next to me stood a young man, probably in his early twenties, who was holding a rifle and was obviously my guard. This guy was wearing a spotlessly clean white outfit in military style. This was complete with a white helmet strapped onto his youthful head which was adorned by a goofy smile. The young gentleman was rather short and slender but struck me as having the appearance of a model for the perfect Caucasian, blond, blue-eyed ideal. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do or say, and was waiting for some kind of cue or indication regarding what was going to happen next. Then, in a very pronounced accent that could only come from the deep south, my guard said, “Boy, you are in for a big surprise.”

 

The door to the small building opened and I was pushed inside and followed by my guard. Based on what I had seen up to this point I was pretty sure I was in an old army camp, dating back to WWII if not earlier. The flimsily constructed room I was now in, some 12 by 20 feet in floor area, was completely unfurnished except for the oddity of a large Confederate flag pinned onto one wall. There was another armed guard in this room who wore the same white military garb and looked like a twin to the one who watched over me outside. After a short interval of waiting for my ‘surprise’, I got it. The door of an adjoining room was flung open and out burst the figure of a very large and tall two-legged creature. Standing close to seven feet tall [See note about this estimate here] this individual looked like a red-eyed snake-headed man covered with a hide of small iridescent, white scales. With an air of complete authority this being stomped across the room, causing the windows to rattle and the floor to bounce with each of his pounding, mincing steps. He seemed to have difficulty walking and was supported at both of his sides by muscular aides who were a foot or so shorter but also looked like upright bipedal snake-men. These beings, like their boss, were also covered with reptile-like scales except they were a drab green-olive-brown color. After situating the giant snake-man the two aides stepped off to the side of the room.
 
I was now in this stark room illuminated by just a few bare light bulbs, along with two armed humans wearing white military clothing (they were standing like toy soldiers by the entrance/exit door), two upright, bipedal reptile-like beings with long, pointy claws and, in front of me, an enormous, apparently albino snake-like man, if that’s the right description. (Author’s note: at the time of this experience I had never, ever heard of ‘Draco’ reptilians.) The Snake-man suddenly began to vocalize loudly in an incomprehensible manner. Although he was standing still and seemed to be having some trouble keeping his balance, he waved his arms around wildly to presumably emphasize his message. It was like he was channeling Adolph Hitler during his most extreme speeches to the masses. As he lifted his arms up I could see that they were connected by leathery membranes to his torso. At times it seemed as though he was preparing to take flight, except that his heavy thighs and relatively diminutive, almost atrophied lower legs remained planted on the floor.

 
The white ‘Draco with one of his body guards. This being stood close to 7′ tall [See note about this here] and had to duck down to pass through a normal doorway. His body was covered with iridescent beaded scales and his eyes were pink-red like those of an albino. He wore a small back pack with attached stun gun. On the pack harness there was an emblem of a cobra with outstretched wings.

 
The emblem displayed on the back pack harness the Draco chieftan wore. It showed something like an enraged cobra with outstretched wings.

After getting over the initial shock of seeing this wild creature — yes, I was in for a big surprise — I started to get a sense of what the heck he was on about. Along with the hoarse, throaty vocalizations and the crazy gesticulations I could actually feel painful sensations like slaps and punches to my body even though I wasn’t in physical contact with this bizarre individual. This method of communication certainly didn’t make it either easy or pleasant to engage in but in amongst the indecipherable preaching (assuming that’s what was going on) I thought I caught a few understandable phrases that were transmitted mainly by a brutal blend of telepathy and psychic jabs.

 

As best I could determine, part of what the albino Snake-man was ranting about concerned how much he hated Abraham Lincoln. This seemed to be related to the the intrusion of industrialization into ‘his’ territory which was, as best I could determine, anathema to these reptile-like beings. If I understood it correctly, he claimed to be alive during the time period of the Civil War, and even long before that. I got bits and pieces of this message, including his horror at the penetration of the railroad into his region. This, apparently, was seen as a gross violation of a sovereign habitat — I supposed the swampy area we were in — claimed as an ancestral, territorial right for his type of creature. Making things even more difficult to understand, the Snake-man’s dissertation was all over the map, both in terms of geography and time lines. There were snippets concerning ancient Egypt which got mixed up with a dizzying array of allusions to other cultures, with the general theme being expansion of the benefits to human civilization that he seemed to be claiming credit for.

This harangue continued on for several more minutes but I was having a hard time paying attention not only because of the painful torrent of psychic gibberish but because my handler, Renjeck was making his presence known to me. I was told by by handler, who seemed to be speaking from inside my own head, to get ready to cover my eyes. This message was delivered telepathically in typical ‘Renjeckian’ fashion, that is with maximum intensity and minimum content. on command I was supposed to close my eyes and cover them with both hands, pressing as hard as possible. While the albino snake-man was still ranting away I mentally heard, “Now!”. Following the instructions I jerked my hands up to my face and smashed them down over my eyes as hard as I could. Even with this covering I was suddenly struck with an explosion of painfully bright white light. It was one of the Grays’ light bombs! 

In an instant the room I was in turned into a scene of complete confusion. Even with my advanced warning from Renjeck my vision was in a state like after looking directly into a camera flash bulb that went off unexpectedly only a few inches away. All around me there was a commotion that I couldn’t see much of but heard very plainly, with screams of pain from the two human guards who kept saying, “I can’t see” and loud moaning and whining from the reptile-like creatures who also had been exposed to the blast of light. The light bomb seems to have been set off just outside a set of casement windows only about ten feet away from where our ‘meeting’ had been taking place. In the bedlam I physically felt someone taking hold of me by the shoulder while I mentally heard the succinct order of, “follow me”. Under the circumstances I allowed myself to be guided out of the room.

To be continued in Part 2:

- Aftermath of the Gray Light Bomb Dealing with the total confusion, witnessing the arrest operation, finding Puchok and making sure he was safe, and finally getting something to eat. The Grays had landed a rather large disc craft in the camp that I was taken inside of to have my witness report about the sting operation made in preparation for prosecuting the Draco.

- Back on the Road The next morning suddenly finding myself driving back down on SR 121 toward Interstate 10 with wet Converse sneakers wonding how my feet got wet. (Blanked out memory . . .) Getting ‘out of Dodge’ in a hurry to avoid Reptilian revenge . . .

-NEXT DESTINATION: Meeting the Ambassador of One After driving 1000+ miles in one day I end up in the ‘Texas Triangle’ where I meet up with Alice and encounter a Light Being.

Article by Ken Bakeman 
More articles can be found here: http://www.kenbakeman.com/reptilian_index.html
See chapters in his upcoming book: The Verges: A Chronicle of Alien Encounters, Book 1
 

 

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