Martin’s UFO Blog (first post from Bardo Zsa Zsa)

Dear Fellow Earthlings,

What I am going to tell you is a fantastic story, almost too hard to believe. But I swear to you that it is true! I have included as a kind of proof some of my drawings and paintings about my experience. Now, I grant you that these may not appear much “different” from pictures made by others of their experiences with aliens. Not to take anything away from other “abductees” and so forth, I would bet good money that I have spent way more time (way more!) on an actual UFO, interacting with actual aliens than any of these abductees. That said, the hero of our tale, Russell Johnson (who is not me) did in fact start off as a garden variety abductee.

Some of you know me from my previous life as a member of the Heaven’s Gate group (we don’t call it a cult obviously). To see me here, alive on earth again, many of you may think I have somehow committed a hoax. You see, I “died” (or as some say “committed suicide” though we say “dropped our husk”) in 1997. What I am going to tell you next is true; there is no way to make is sound easier to understand. My body was re-grown on an alien craft and then (as a result of negotiations too complex to mention here) I was allowed to return, but in the present. If I had been buried and anyone wanted to dig up my corpse, they would find a seven year old decaying body of one Martin Andrews. Since my “old husk” was cremated it makes it kind of tougher to verify that I indeed “died.” (Of course it can be done, but not cheaply. My DNA is in those ashes and perhaps when I raise the cash I can verify that part of my story for the skeptics.)

I think since today I am merely introducing myself, I will limit my story to explaining the society “up there in the sky,” the Watchers, the Overlords or as we once naively called them our Space Brothers.

This creature is a Grol. Notice the similarity to the “standard” big-headed ‘grey’ style aliens who have been visiting our planets for millennia. These are the “worker bees” on the ship, mostly friendly, but you never know.

The Zwat (unclear if they are a different species altogether form the Grol or a pupae style stage) are meaner, kind of “the enforcers.” They were rudimentary clothes (what are they hiding?) and often wield “weapon sticks” for lack of a better description. We rarely ran into them and don’t want to.

This drawing is titled ReGrow Room as that is where we all were birthed from onto the UFO. For some reason (possibly comic) the aliens reconstructed our environment from things they viewed (or stole) from earth. The ReGrow Room resembles a Chinese bath with showerheads on moveable metal cables and low stools.

I will explain in further messages why this “book” is entitled Bardo Zsa Zsa. In time, all will be revealed.