CONTACT!
by
Jeffrey Morgan Foss

One year before the release of Independence Day, that “great” motion picture depicting visitors as slimy planet and people killers, I was red carpet transported via a globular transport craft and cylindrical mothership to a peaceful council of worlds meeting at a highly advanced station deep in peaceful outer space.       
The escorting visitors read me telepathically before docking with the mothership and learned about my vision of Conservation Exchange and Technological Conversion. I should have been frightened to death when they submerged me in a tank of breathable fluid under cool conditions and dim bluish-green light, yet my only concern was the vision. I wanted to quickly establish meaningful communication, but not for myself, nor for some typical capitalist agenda.
Present societies and governments … and the US is right at the top of the list … cannot be trusted with artifacts, especially those which provide a means of “proof” that they have been perpetrating a cover up for many years. Instead of artifacts the visitors brought me back with a triangular skin biopsy just below the shoulder on my upper right arm, and the incision was geometrically perfect.  No one, including me could have made this incision with kitchen utensils or Exacto knives purchased from Staples, actually no one on Earth could have made such a precise incision. Just before this memorable event a MUFON regional director interviewed me at my home regarding my 9-26-76 encounter during which three globular ships surrounded me at close range at White Beach on Ocean St. in Manchester, Massachusetts.
My description of the globular objects matched an experience Dr. Calvin had years before in Vermont, except his single object set speed records. Even so, he didn't believe the objects and their occupants were here to visit us.  According to him, they were here to suck power from power lines while on route to more important destinations … period.  However, there were no power lines on Ocean Street, and this is also an important factor … my position in the center of the triangle formation of the ships aligned with the mid point of the four stars of the pan of the Big Dipper; in addition the point craft, the two craft behind me, and I were perfectly equidistant apart. I was virtually surrounded and obviously the subject of contact. An interesting consideration is my spiritual election factor, The [Great] Bear, which is mentioned by God to Job … the Great Bear’s tail and right hip makes up the Big Dipper.
Such pious and opinionated thinking demonstrated by Dr. Calvin while purporting pseudoscientific overkill regarding the globular objects, is behavior that certainly could have contributed to his slanted mind set when he came to my house to see the triangle that had been incised on my arm. Then again, perhaps it was nothing more than structured and intentional containment (cover up), because I do not believe that anyone with his background and education can be that stupid.  Moreover, at a time when I needed support the most, he made an unannounced move to the Cape, and I had no idea where to reach him. But persistence paid off and I ended up getting his phone number from his family.  They (the information extraction and containment community) seem to feel that “nut cases” of the “lower class” like myself will never be able to speak or write, which is a tragic oversight and a huge mistake on their part. 
I was abandoned just like that! That hurt, shocked and truly pissed me off. I had to drive all the way to the northern tier of New Hampshire at the Canadian border to find another group. When I spoke there about my contact events, no one responded. Their cold body linguistics was especially haunting … as if to say, “We do not speak of such things in our structure.” Their noses were parked in the stratosphere, and they obviously were focused on their own status in society. They handed me a manual thicker than a Bible full of rules for local UFO case research, and I could not get a word in edge wise about my experiences. New Hampshire MUFON Director Pete Geremia (who ended up seeing my triangle at the next MUFON conference because I shoved it in his face in front of a room full of experiencers, including one Stanton Freidman), made a conference call that included me, but I  wasn't given any time to share my experience with him.  Politics and procedure were the important things.  They chatted about iffy northern sightings that were months and years old, while I was "bleeding in the street" of a wound inflicted by American denied hot-off-the-press contact.  NO MORE!!!
Jesus once said, “A light on a hill cannot be hid” and “blessed are the feet of they who bring good news from the mountain tops.”  It’s not about ego, it’s about making sure everyone sees the light from a greater height as opposed to waiting for the ripple effect, which can be dammed and corrupted along its path.
Jeffrey Morgan Foss played and recorded the music you have been listening to, but it was not a conscious act. The music flowed though him while he was bumping the learning curve on a portable CD recorder. The tones were designed in a programmable orchestral sampler during the mid 90s, and he tweaked and tweaked and tweaked them until the sound waves overlaid perfectly and complimentary to the controller keyboard sounds.  Jeffrey stated that he could see sound wave pictures in his mind, and that enabled precise design that saved him from endless hours of crosschecking with other instruments and effects. After three years he found that he could rely on his mind pictures completely.