The Trophy Wine

“Not too much.” The same one replied. The others were completely ignoring me and were walking around the place, just, I suppose looking. I noticed one had picked up a polished stone ornament which had been lying there on top of the long slim side-cabinet.

“Um, by the way, you guys got any normal Earth-names – I don’t think I can keep up with all of your Xan-numbers. I can’t tell which one of you is which most of the time, never mind half of the time.” I complained.

“My name -” the woman who had brought me here in the McLaren -. “Is McKenzie.”

“My name,” said another one of them. “Is Campbell.”

“My name...” And so on and so on they went, each one of them one after the other saying clearly Scottish Clan names.

“You’re just making this up, aren’t you?” I posed to all of them. I guess I said it rhetorically.

Because who knew whether they would actually answer questions properly at any given time. I observed on other occasions that quite regularly they just ignored the human that was present with them.

Not this time however. All of a sudden they all congregated back together as a group in the living room area and were standing just in front of me across from the coffee table. And looking at me; peering, at me.

“Don’t do that.” I complained again. The one who had picked up the side-table display piece and was still holding it in his – or her, might have been a ‘her’ – hands let ‘its’ fingers give up its grasping hold of the fairly weighted object but the thing just stayed there in the air. Floating.

“Okay. Okay. Stop it. What do y’all want?”

The one that had spoken to me first, I’ll just call him the leader guy unless anything changed, said: “You want to help the poor and the homeless, John.”

It was a statement.

The female who was messing with the statuette waved a couple of fingers at it and it floated across the room back onto the side-table surface where it had originally been.

The ones with the bottles left the group circle and went over to the dining table and physically – normally – placed their bottles down onto that. And hunted around in the cabinet against the wall and found pretty upscale Shiraz wines glasses. All sparkly shining clean. Almost glittering it seemed to me.

“You like chamber music to accompany the wine, sir?” Another one spoke. Interesting... How it phrased that.

And then McKenzie chimed in. “What about your bottle, John? Are you going to open that for us all to share?”

Another, frankly, careful phrasing of language. Yes yes, these guys never changed at all. Each word was being weighed and chosen, very carefully.

It wasn’t so much that their accents were particularly unusual, or that their sentence structures were stilted, but that I recognised from past experience that they spoke differently to normal human beings -, and were they even human beings as such? I didn’t know. I was not privy to any special ‘knowledge’ about ‘off-worlders’ like Philip Schneider used to talk about on public speaking tours a long time ago. I personally do not even think there is or ever was a ‘Dulce Base.’

Are there human-Alien hybrids around though? Sure there are. Katy Perry actually is one. That’s a well-known public figure but there’s lots of them. All of them have tell-tale marks on the insides of one or both lower legs and strange abilities with their throats and, hey, with their minds. LOL I can afford to be pretty sanguine about it, both of my parents were involved in the Thomas C. Schelling US counter-intelligence ’possibly ET-related’ projects around the world and I myself had trained at the same facility that Guy Savelli (Men Who Stared At Goats) really had been early on. That is early on in his career – I was involved long before him, and since birth, maybe since before even then who knows. I don’t know of anyone still alive from that era and who was actually involved. Maybe Kevin Day the guy off the US Navy’s San Diego ‘white Tic Tac’ filming thing could add some light. His family were close (enough) to Guy Savelli back then.

LOL There’s not many people know that and David Grusch certainly never said it in the Congressional Testimony.

Oh yes. You are hearing the insider’s inside run on these things.

Put neon lights around that from here on in.

This stuff you will never see or hear in any of the Congressional Testimony. But it’s totally verifiable. The problem, if it is any kind of actual ‘problem,’ is that all of the ET Alien-human engagement events moved over very rapidly from the Schelling government ‘Science Research’ agency days to private industry and into very private hands altogether. The government is really not involved and this current ‘flap’ flowing from their own disclosure about the Virginia beach and ‘off of’ San Diego US Navy recordings is all about them trying to force a way back in.

They will never get that ‘way’ back in.

Apparently there was a bar fridge that I hadn’t seen when I was looking around the cabinets – but there was one snuck in there behind the polished wood front.

One of the strange ‘weird’ ladies had taken out several platters of Charcuterie and had been laying these out on the dining table. The 3 3 3 3 rule. Three types of cheese per plate, three types of meat, three types of crackers, three types of confit and paté.

Saucisson. Terrines. Galantine. ...I love galantine; if it’s done well.

Cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, mace, cardamom. They’re all in their. And ‘white condiment’ or that is, pressed unripe grapes and crab-apples. ...Sounds like a Francesca Bianchi extrait.

Oh, why ‘weird’ did you mean to ask?

Well because totally weird that’s why because. Short hair, balayage. Extremely well-groomed. Dactylic hyper-extensible hands (fingers)... Throat clicking.

Weird stuff.