Legitimate Doubt: Truths the Government doesn't want you to know

- By Alenio Conspiriakalos Chief Managing Editor- Apocryphal Eras magazine

I've been blessed, these past five years, with an incredible staff of writers here at AE. They have made it possible for me to branch out into the cyber world with my YouTube series and TV specials while still providing you with the high quality journalism you as readers have come to expect from Apocryphal Eras. I never tire of meeting dedicated readers in the field while I'm shooting or researching. Your input and suggestions have fueled my ambition and given me the drive to never stop seeking the truth.

For several years now, common everyday citizens and devoted fans alike have come up to me on the street and said, "You know, Alen, I've seen some pretty weird stuff." They've told fantastic tales of space ships and men who fly. Rational folks with full time jobs have recalled vivid details of extraordinary feats of strength and improbable physics-defying acts of super terrestrial abilities. One such encounter set me on the path that I find myself treading now; a path which has opened my eyes to facts that leave me terrified for the future of this planet.

Mystifying Gems

When I think back on the beginning of my journey, it seems so long ago. My quest for the truth actually began eleven months ago early last June. Taking advantage of the short summers in the north, I traveled to the Northern Wastelands to investigate the ancient ruins around Mt. Curdinya.

The town of Lupunyy lies in the shadows of the Yogurtin mountain chain, roughly 20 km from Mt Frappe's peak, a place swallowed up by its own shrouded mysteries. In a delightfully quaint little pink and green café on the outskirts of town, I met Cindeth Adihre, a hard working waitress, and as I discovered, single mother of seven. Her petite figure and soft features are common to members of the North Country's indigenous rabbit clans. She sat down across from me at the end of her shift one Friday evening with two fresh cups of coffee.

"I know who you are. I've seen your shows," she said as she leaned closer and pulled a small stone from a red velveteen satchel. "I have something that you might find interesting. My eldest son, Errnar found these with some friends out in the wastes," she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "He thinks he can clean them up and sell them. He doesn't want me to have to work anymore."

I wasn't sure what she wanted from me, I explained that I was no geologist or jeweler, and I couldn't really tell her how valuable they were.

"You don't understand" She pressed on, undeterred "he finds them in different places, always a few hours after the tremors."

This was my third day calling Lupunyy my base camp, and in that time I was warned of these "tremors" on no less than five occasions. Curious, I asked Cindeth to tell me the details of these strange occurrences.

"They started about four months ago, not every day, though. Maybe every three or four days; sometimes longer. The ground shakes on and off for hours, sometimes there are explosions, bright lights, too. Then, as quick as they start, they're over. Once, a delivery driver claimed to see two vapor trails take off straight into the sky, then go in opposite directions." The soft white fur covering her slim arms twinkled in the fluorescent lights as she animated her story. Cindith had my attention.

"About a month ago Errnar and his two friends went off into the wastes a few hours after the tremors stopped. When he came home he said the ground was steaming, there were places where they couldn't walk it was so hot. A new canyon had been created and everything was just destroyed, like the pictures he had seen of the great wars. He found these stones all over. Most are larger than that, stuck in chunks of silvery rock" She nodded to the little metamorphic shape sitting on the table between us.

For the first time I really studied it. The stone was small but solid. It was clear almost like glass or diamond, but unlike diamond there was an almost hexagonal shape to it. Admittedly, I have never seen uncut diamond, but this appeared to be much more unrefined with a slight yellow color to it which I assumed were impurities. Honestly if I had to put a name to the stone I would have said it most closely resembled a small chunk of quartz, but I was certain quartz wasn't mined in the north. Cindith confirmed she had never seen anything like this before. I explained to Cindith that I had to leave come morning, but I was indeed interested in further investigating her story. I paid her a small fee for the stone, and I assured her that if nothing else I would find out how valuable Errnar's stones were.

Fantastic Find

I returned to the offices here in West City, but my mind remained in the Northern Mountains. The glassy yellow gem was haunting me, so I sought out an old geologist friend of mine, Bernardo Escombros, at the Universidad Del Rey in South Capitol.

I presented Bernardo with Errnar's stone, but I deliberately left out any information about how I acquired it. His analysis simply blew my mind and exceeded all expectations. The stone was in fact not quartz but a kind of gem called Lonsdaleite, or hexagonal diamond. He explained that these kinds of nano-diamonds form under conditions of impact metamorphism or plastic deformation; in layman's terms, an explosive event of the most powerful magnitude. The most famous specimens to date have been found associated with meteoric impact craters. Researchers from Mashirito Labs in Orange Star City theorized Lonsdaleite was actually a harder material than pure traditional diamond. Many geologists and paleontologists link the appearance of these gems with global extinctions that historically are attributed to catastrophic meteor impacts. Dr. Escombros went on to explain that owing to the rarity of Lonsdaleite, its worth was indeterminable, but he had seen estimates of 58% greater than the value of traditional diamond.

His analysis spurred my curiosity, and despite his insistence, I maintained secrecy hoping to protect Cindith and her family until I had more information. I went back and researched meteoric activity for the entirety of this past year, and found strangely, there were no known events to have occurred in the Northern Mountains. Oddly there have been no events of that magnitude anywhere since a large meteor was thought to have crashed somewhere around Mt Paozu in 737, but the crater was never located. It would be preposterous to assume the appearance of these gems is merely coincidental, or attributed to meteor impacts; especially since they coincide with the mysterious "tremors".

I contacted Cindith to tell her of Dr. Escombros' findings and also to ask for her permission to allow Errnar to take me to the place where he found these mysterious stones.

Into the Wastes

I returned to Lupunyy two weeks later, to the same little pink and green café where my adventure began. Cindith, they told me with some annoyance, quit her job. The owner of the café guided me to the Adihre homestead and with a curt wave, directed me out the door.

I was astonished to see the palatial domed capsule mansion planted amid the fertile farmland. The sun reflected off the yellow dome like a lighthouse beacon illuminating the mansion from a distance of at least 5K. It was a scene I had grown accustomed to in West City, but here in this pristine wilderness it seemed like a canker. Cindith and her father Bunnin, a stern native farmer with graying black and white fur, explained to me that after my call they sold the Lonsdaleite gems to a local mining company and were in the process of negotiating contracts with four additional mines. It seemed Errnar got his wish; his mother would never have to work again.

The next morning, Errnar escorted me into the wastelands. He was hopeful for a return of the tremors; they had been silent for about a week. We hiked through beautiful lush green boreal forest for roughly two and a half hours. When we stopped Errnar pulled out a capsule that I recognized as "Hoverbike Capsule 5", the newest model. He dropped the capsule in my palm and pulled out one for himself.

"The forest stops here, 'New Canyon' is right over the rise." He told me. 'New Canyon' was simply otherworldly. As we rode down into the canyon the destruction was astonishing. Cliff walls were broken and fragmented by what I can only imagine was an inconceivable force.

While I was investigating a large Lonsdelite deposit in a cliff wall I heard what I can only describe as a sonic boom. Errnar jerked me aside pulling both of us behind a boulder and pointed to the sky. I witnessed a long vapor trail that appeared from the west and looked to be descending rapidly; then I heard two other booms. Looking off toward the south we glimpsed two vapor trails heading toward the direction of the first.

I couldn't believe my luck! When I tried to move toward the "landing area" Errnar held me back. He warned that when he tried to approach earlier, the tremors would stop and "they" would take off. It was as if some sort of detection device had been buried in the ground to warn "them" of intruders.

The next hour or so could be counted as one of the most frightening times of my life. There was a constant barrage of distant explosions and ground swelling tremors. As suddenly as the battle started, it quieted, and I heard the most distinctive sound of an airplane. Looking toward the west I saw the sun glint off the metal jet as it began its decent toward the direction of the unseen "combatants".

The plane landed and the canyon fell into a peaceful silence as the wind picked up a most horrid screeching sound. Errnar suggested it sounded similar to the way his mother yelled at him and his brothers. I could hardly imagine his demure pink-nosed mother or any native of Earth making that sound. The screeching sound stopped and two trails took off heading south east, the third took off and headed west. I heard the unmistakable sound of a plane preparing to lift off and was able to yank my binoculars out of my bag in the nick of time.

As I watched the plane turn to fly off to the west, I caught sight of a symbol that made my blood run cold. My mind reeled with the implications of what I saw, and it made me question the truths we have been told. It became my priority in life to uncover the real truth.

Over the course of the next few weeks I will present the evidence that these tremors in the Northern wastes and other seemingly unrelated events can be laced together to paint a picture of government obfuscation. There are extraterrestrials among us; not only are the authorities aware, but I will prove beyond a doubt that they are using the most brilliant minds in the world to conceal it. Bookmark this link or keep an eye on your local news stand for the next issue; I have no doubt that you will be as astonished as I was when I finally put the pieces together.

-next- The Yeti of Mt. Paozu

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