THE VISITORS PART 1

by Scott Heckman
zachec@theriver.com
Aproximate date 1998

I have just returned from the Dragoon Mountains from a stint watching the the skies. There was an unprecedented storm bringing much needed rain to the area on the evening of the 21st, which lasted all night. (we have had no rain for nearly 6 months.)

The first night was Saturday the 19th I arrived on site south of Pearce, Az. at 4:30 pm. The day was sunlit and without wind. That soon changed early the next morning.

The family at the mine was making evening preparations for their upcoming trip that was to be initiated the following morning. So I was enjoying the evening as it was so pleasant and quiet especially around sunset. There were no coyotes howling tonight.

Just after dusk I saw all three craft moving across the valley beginning their evening promenade from the Chiricahua Mountains to the Dragoon Mountains to take up their evening positions to await the new arrivals of the night.

The moon will be like a spotlight tonight, so I was right when I thought that the visitors would be moving before moon rise as they don't like operating illuminated by intense moonlight. At 7:20 pm the new arrivals were making their final approaches flying about 300mph across the valley from N. Mexico air space they signaled the pilot vessels which replied immediately and engaged the new arrivals and assisted their passage into and through the Dragoon Mtn. chain, and on to the Rincon, Mtns. just east of Tucson.

This whole entire indicident lasted for not longer than 6 minutes. Not long enough for the F-16's from Tucson to respond. I saw no more activity that evening as the moon rose and cast it brilliancy upon the entire landscape, nearly as bright as daylight. No flash lights needed this evening. No more traffic was apparent for the rest of the night.

The next morning the family and their guest left for other parts; Tucson and the Navajo Reservation. So now I am alone with the Indian Spirits long past, and the Visitors hanging about somewhere. Daylight sightings are not unusual, but more rare as the crafts are not being lit my tell tale navigation/communication lights. So during the daylight hours I am vigilant about keeping my eyes skyward. Obviously, one cannot only be watching the blue, but attention given to the sky during all moments and daily activities does pay off. Intuition also helps. Should I get a
"feeling" to look about or to move to another place to watch, that is exactly what I do. Listening to these little messages can sometimes be all important.

The evening of the Sunday, the 20th, I was finished with my dinner and feeding the animals, (dog and two cats) so I was able to be ready with my spotlight, pack, .45 Colt, (cell phone in the house that costs exorbitant fees so I don't use it but for incoming calls and REAL emergencies) and a small military style flashlight to watch for the visitors as they make their early primary approach to take up their positions in and around the Dragoon Mountains. These pilot craft await the approach of the newly arriving visitors who need and receive assistance in/for the final approach to the local "stronghold" where the pilot craft sequester these new arrivals in a "hidden" canyon that runs north and south in the central portion of the southern part of the mountain chain, south of Middlemarch Road that traverses the Dragoon Mtns and connects Pearce, Az. to Tombstone, Arizona. There are three principal mountain peaks that are "points of interest" and if observed one will notice activity during evening hours if observed from the east side of the Dragoons ONLY.

[The western side and the San Pedro River Valley is patrolled by DEA, NSA, Customs, Border Patrol, Army, DOD, Marines, etc. The Ft. Huachuca Army base is the home of the U.S. Army's Military Intelligence's World Wide Communications Training Center and Proving Grounds. This is no secret as there are huge signs stating this fact as you enter the base. It is also mentioned in their brochure and in regular news releases, both in the printed press and on the tube.]

This evening (20th) there were high scattered clouds and the wind had been blowing all day and was not letting up this evening, its velocity about 15 to 20 mph. I am observing from halfway up a mountain that juts out of the desert floor six hundred and twenty ft. My position is located on the west side of this peak so I am able to see north west and east. The Dragoon's central chain are four (4) miles distant to the west. On a good night I have an unlimited ceiling and literally, one can see forever out into space. Tonight is was clear between the clouds.

The moon still had not risen and was promising to be another near daylight all night, evening. I had anticipated correctly as tonight I found that I had missed the pilot craft taking up their positions as there where already lit craft coming eastward, from out of the high peaks in the central part of the Dragoons. I was able to see three different craft, as usuaul. One, up near the interstate, I-10 at the north end of the Dragoons. Another at the "middle" location between China Peak and Mt. Glenn and the "southern" craft, near Black Diamnd Peak, just south of Middlemarch Pass.

As I began my evenings observation of these "familiar" vessels I realized suddenly, that the reason that they were leaving their usual positions as a unit was that there was an important event occuring of which I was only now becoming aware of. These were not the pilot craft that I was familiar with. These craft had been there how long? All day, right before dusk? Had I just missed them taking up their normal
positions?

The newly arriving craft were six in all. There were all at nearly the same altitude. There were nine craft in the sky at once the three that were leaving from the mountains to the west and climbing and accelerating. Then the six newby's coming from the east. Two rows of three each spaced about six miles apart north to south followed by a distance of about three to five miles, by three more craft slowing from about six hundred to about three hundred miles per hour. Upon the final approach to the mountains there are interplays of lights that take place. They remind me that they are communicating different cautionary messages and navigation advice. This is not and infrequent observation. I say all six of these craft disappear high into the Dragoons. Two made their descent just south of Black Diamond Peak in the remote canyon. One continued through the chain piloted by two other craft towards Bensen, Az. Then those two returned, and with the third left staying low traveling east across the valley to the Chiricahua Mountains. There were still two vessels left in the Dragoons still in the canyon south of Black Diamond Peak. I did not see them leave that night. The moon was really bright as helped to keep me awake while I watched. I gave up watching about 1:30 am.

The next evening, (21st, Monday) just like clock work, 7:30 pm there are the pilot craft. This evening I had made an early dinner for myself and shared part of it with our wolf-dog, (dog-wolf?). He likes to sit and watch out over the valley day and night. He watches the flight path of the visitors! Day and night. He doesn't bark at people or anything usually. So he uses other means of communicating that things are a miss or that there is an intruder. This is his way, he comes over and leans on me then sticks his nose somewhere to get my attention as if to emphasize the importance of the message. I get it.

Tonight he was out on his "look out" barking towards the northwest. I went out to see what was the matter and calm him and there was a pilot vessel clearing the north end of the mountain heading east at about two thousand ft. above the desert floor. I can only see lights as the moon is not up, but I can see the "center light", and I can see the aft lights and the forward lights and the craft is about two hundred feet or longer, and about a mile distant to the north heading west toward the Dragoons. I have in my hand a two "D" cell military style flashlight and so I use my self styled signature and flash three dots, followed by three more and three more. Nine dots from my light. Three "S"'s, I have used this for the last sixteen years with these local visitor's pilots. The vessel continues on to a location called Black Diamond Peak and sinks out of sight to the south of the peak only to reappear immediately and beginning to head straight for my position flaring its landing lights. I thought at first that another new arrival was approaching and that this flaring was ment as a signal to this newby. I was wrong the craft continued towards me. Black Diamond Peak is approx. 11 miles N.W. of my position and is within a quarter mile of my position immediately. The craft is no longer flaring, but I can see a gently flashing white light which appears to be located at the center underside of the craft with another more brilliantly and faster flashing light on the leading edge of the front of the craft about 20 degrees left of center. It appeared to slow as it came closer, and slipped slowly by me to the north about a quarter of a mile then around me to the east before heading off towards the S.E. Rucker Canyon area across the Sulfur Springs Valley in the Chiricahua Mtns. It begain raining for the first time in almost 6 mos. that night right after the visitors left.

This account has become too lengthy. I must mention the following before closing.

The following evening (22nd) I had another similar contact with a craft that seemed "familiar". One F-16 arrived about 6:20 pm. it continued to fly about until the time of the visitors arrival. They came in from the east more quickly than the previous evenings, possibly because of the presence of the military's jet. They went right into the Dragoons with very little lighting being exchanged. The Jet was to the South east about twenty miles near the Bisbee-Douglas International Air Port just north of Douglas, Az. The one pilot craft was coming from out of the vicinity of Black Diamond Peak, eastward towards my position and I could hear the jet returning with it's afterburners on. I found my self signaling the approaching visitor using my three "S"s signature and frantically drawing geometrics in the air in front of the craft and pointing my spotlight in a northern direction as the Jet was approaching from the S.E. The craft continued past my position in its eastward direction seemingly to invite a confrontation with the jet with impunity. As it turned out this craft acted as a decoy while another pilot craft took up the slack
of escorting the new arrival.

The "decoy" led the F-16 off to the west towards the San Pedro River and towards the St. David-Bensen, Az. direction. Apparently this craft "ditched" the F-16 because it returned just a bit later to escort the owners onto the property.

I observed it paralelling the owners of the property as they drove in the two mile access road. The craft even hovered while the owners unlocked the gate at the mine entrance. It then waited while the owners drove up to the house from the entrance at the bottom of the mountain where the home is located before moving off the east disappearing behind Scott's peak located to our immediate south. That evening I delayed my leaving the mountain till nearly ten o'clock. I was joined again by the visitors who paralelled my route south to Davis Road by staying about five miles to my west during that southward leg of my trip home. It then took up a position high above Davis Road near Antelope Springs.

The next day I was told of a group of people who were at a ranch for some sort of evening social activity. The entire group were watching these lights in the sky "doing strange things" and then were "pursued by helicopters which chased them till out of sight," was the report I got second hand.

This account is not for sale but is contributed freely and all skywatchs that I perform are all paid for from my own shriveled wallet. This is not for profit but is to be considered incentive to others to throw it all into the hands of the Creator. They are definitely here and have been for more eons than we can even count.

Before I go I would like to thank everyone for all of your wonderful input and also for the considerable time that is devoted to this communicative project. (I encourage more actual skywatching/observing and less speculating.)

Keep your eyes on the skies!

Best wishes to all,

Scott Heckman

I have maps that I am willing to email, those you whom are genuinely interested in investigating this for yourselves. Please contact me at my email address: zachec@theriver.com The maps are for free. I just can only do so much.

Note:
There seems to be a curious "shift" in lighting as the craft attains a certain status of velocity. There is the brilliant blue white strobing lights that last less that a 30th of a second, this lighting effect terminates and a different "softer" pulsating light takes its place as the craft now accelerates at this unmentionable velocity. This particular night.