A Little More LBS

Posted by dt on Tuesday, 10 June 1997, at 11:27 p.m., in response to
Donald.-/? LBS: Have Bags Ready, posted by dt on Tuesday, 10 June 1997, at
7:05 p.m.

Readers:

I am out in the desert. The next morning I'm gone, on the road constantly
looking back in my rear view mirror. Nothing happened.

What happens next can best be described by the saying, "When it rains, it
pours." I get to the rez, see my relatives...blah, blah, blah. My half
brother-in-law comes over to me one evening and says he has some tribal
business to pass on me.

It had to do with something I was told about as a kid but didn't really
listen. He told me that he was charged with a tribal duty which he now was
going to pass on to me. He said it involved not only telling me something
but also showing me something. The showing me required that we do some heavy
backpacking into one of the two designated "primitive areas" that existed in
the U.S. at the time (the other designated area is the Florida Everglads).
What he showed me is what some anthropologists, especially from WSU, have
been looking for for a long time. They were from all appearances just low
elevation mounds. They were hardly noticeable.

To this day, I do not know what is buried there. But, I am tasked with
imparting this location with the same information that was given to me.
Without getting to deep into mythology, my tribe, as well as many others,
believes that individuals, spirits, gods, or something -like star people-
will return to earth from the sky and when they do. We people (this is the
English translation of my tribe's name) are to dig up and/or otherwise show
the "star people" the contents of these mounds as the contents will be
needed.

Well, I said o.k. But, thought these mounds probably just contained old
bones or something long gone from erosion.

Before we return to civilization, I told my brother-in-law what I saw. He
completely took it in stride and said, "soon it may be time." He has to this
day never said one word about this event nor asked me any further questions;
he's a real Indian.

I left the rez and returned to my city dwelling. A short while later, I
received a phone call from the senior officer who had spoken to me in the
desert. He said that he and some others would like to talk to me some more
and hinted that maybe a job would be offered. Of course, I said what kind of
job and he said nothing more. I figured that he would want me to travel to
some AFB. He simply said if I agree to come that I was to go the United Air
Lines counter and give them my name and a ticket would be provided to me (at
no cost to me). I had just gotten married at the time, so I told my wife.
She agreed that I should go as I probably saw some new aircraft (I told her
at the speed that I saw and with no noise, it had to be some aircraft) and
they probably just wanted to make sure I didn't say anything.

I did as I was told. I was after all very curious. To my surprise, the
tickets were to Dulles again with direction to go to a motel in Tysons
Cornor, VA. I couldn't figure out what USAF base was there or even close by.
I went to an office building that I was told to report. I met some nice
government looking people who simply gave me a pass and said wait on the
street corner for a camper van driver who will stop, ask for my pass, and
then will give me a ride to my meeting destination. I thought weird.

I did this. The driver said nothing to me. I rode looking at the scenery.
After some time, I began to wonder where in the hell I was going.....then to
my shock....I finally realized where I was going ......I saw the infamous
road sign.....Langley, C.I.A.

dt