Woman from Venus brings out the Mars in former soldier.
1/31/2000
AlienZoo resident ufologist Jim Dilettoso's article Mission Control explores UFO research, ET technologies, and moments in ufology's past.
The first International UFO Congress convened in Tucson, Arizona, in November 1991, in the presence of presenters Valery Uvarov and Marina Popovich from Russia; Irina Gracchi from Brazil; Anthony Dodd from England; and Omnec Onec from Venus. A standup survey of the 300-or-so attendees would attest to the fact that Omnec stood out from all other presenters.
Omnec had a very high IQ. She seemed to know a little bit about almost everything, and could carry on a conversation with anyone about anything. She also had a considerable degree of physical charm: Maybe it was the Chicago accent combined with blood-red nail polish, combined with spiked silver heels - which collectively upstaged her alien intelligence, like the floating vixen in a magic show.
She kept Antonio Hunneus - who is skeptical of everyone and everything - on his toes. But his skepticism met his match this time. I mean with a name like Omnec (OHM-neck), she had to be from Venus. Where else could she be from?
Omnec looked 35 but said she was 439. She said she had solved the interplanetary transportation problem as simply as she had solved the planetary surface temperature problem. She so eloquently explained how she merely hyper-jumped dimensions. And everyone there understood. No one ever understands Stanton Friedman's explanations about time-travel physics, but everyone understood Omnec - at least the interdimensional things. Her true message was one of spiritual development and universal love. But she could discuss Grassman Algebra if you wanted to. Paul Davids watched from afar.
Everyone wanted to interrogate her. She accommodated those who selected the appropriate year of French Bordeaux. The conversation grew quite intoxicating. It was quite a sight. All those video crews lined up like 747s circling the airport. Politics has its privileges. Since I was one of the event promoters, it was only fitting that Wendelle Stevens's grandson Gem Cox (a former Navy sub-nuclear generator expert) and I would get the grand interview at my Flying Heart Ranch in Paradise Valley, Arizona - 80 acres of inspiration and paradise.
I went on ahead to the ranch to prepare the way: There was one slight problem to clear up before the days of interviews began. John Conner was also staying (Shall I say hiding out?) at the ranch. Were it not for the diagonal 10-inch scar across his strikingly handsome face, one would never suspect that he was an AWOL Navy Seal, harboring the darkest secrets of Dulce and Area 51. He had been at my place for a few weeks already, and it was getting hot. He had photographs and videos of aliens working with military personnel. He had pictures of Bush and Cheney visiting the lower levels of Area 51, where he was a security officer - until they murdered his friend. So he said. To top it off, Conner vowed he was going to blow the whistle.
Conner didn't cotton to visitors at the ranch. Yet, Omnec wasn't actually a visitor, it turned out. Little could we have imagined that she'd be moving in. From the first moment, Omnec and Conner were like Itchy and Scratchy. She wore the glistening shoes. He wore the heavy guns. Three weeks of harrowing moments ensued. But it felt like three months.
Conner was an imposing beast, about 6-foot-6 and looking quite a bit like Robert Redford as the Incredible Hulk. He obviously had been in a tussle or two. Omnec would get right in his face and just begin blasting him for his negative approach to life. Conner would calmly grip his AK-47 or Krull knife (which he always had strapped on him) and stare back calmly, no response. At least not right then.
He was always on guard, patroling, waiting for the right time and place.
There was a tension around the ranch, a place that otherwise had lots of room for computers, a music studio, and a video studio . Flying Heart Ranch was my home and my workspace. Conner had placed a harm.s-way situation in our path. He was AWOL. Even if he had no UFO data, his occupation as a SEAL made it apparent that "they" would be looking for him. He felt it was only a matter of time until they found him. Usually we left the outer gates open in the daytime, and people would come to the inner gate and ring the bell. The bell never rang anymore, we just locked all the gates all the time.
We videotaped everything Conner had to say. And he said a lot, when the camera was on. At the same time, I was testing his photos and video (of UFOs, aliens, and underground bases) for tampering.
Witnessing all of this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A woman from Venus and a man with a vengeance for Martians. Each represented the ultimate opposite of what the alien issue was about. Omnec believed that aliens were, like her, benevolent multi-dimensional beings who hungered for the advancement of the human race. She was open, optimistic, cultured, reverent. Conner, by contrast, believed that aliens were evil beings with a plan to take over Earth, with the help of a few well-placed government officials. He was bold, professional, irreverent, certain. He was against all of them, aliens and military alike.
He was a one-man crusader. She was a one-woman army. In certain ways they were a lot alike.
When Omnec and I talked, which was mostly early in the morning or around midnight, we talked about all things good in the world and all the human potential. Susan Gordon, who was with me at the ranch, was relieved that Omnec was there with Gem Cox. It gave me the space to talk with Omnec without any jealousy. Not that Susan was the jealous type, but she was suspicious of any and all loner types with yet another alien-spiritual saga. Susan is very spiritual and esoterically oriented. She kept track of who said what and who means what.
I guess she reluctantly approved of Omnec, although she called her Sheila, as if refusing to participate in the Venus motif.
Susan was very unhappy about Conner. She didn.t like him or his story. When Conner and I spoke, which was usually about 8 p.m., we talked about the evidence he had from Area 51, proving that the highest levels of personnel in our government regularly came to visit the joint alien-U.S. military research lab.
He said that aliens were working side-by-side with our scientists on flying machines, generators, genetic engineering, and more. And he had pictures and video. Omnec said it was all nonsense. Conner said she was a kook.
I think that they both learned a lot from each other in this dude ranch for rock n' roll band managers and technicians. Omnec was teaching the spiritual ways of the Venusians, like Val Thor before her, and Conner was teaching how to "get those mothers." The odd thing is that if either one of them were telling the truth, the other one might be telling the truth, too.
On Thanksgiving, we went out for dinner at my brother.s restaurant. Conner agreed to come with us, and this was first time he was leaving the ranch since he arrived. I locked the gate and we drove down the road. When we returned, I opened the gate, which had a plastic-bag pinned to it. Inside the house, when I opened the bag and found a severed female finger and a note, I knew it was time for Conner to leave. For some reason, Omnec left the same night.
It was actually kind of sad, I liked them both and miss them. I heard a lot about both of them in the years to come . most of it more fantastic than probable. But then again, I can see how they might be misinterpreted.
The next day, I turned my swimming pool into a spirulina farm, with 99 koifish. You have to find peace somewhere.