The Lost Roswell Taken Up Story
Part 1: The Escape
By Janet Kira Lessin & Theresa J. Morris with Claudia Lenore
NO OTHER GODS Series created by Janet Kira Lessin
INTRODUCTION
Theresa J. Morris and Janet Kira Lessin began simulcast broadcasting in June of 2012. Sometimes, TJ’s husband, Tom Morris, would come on the show, and I’d interview Theresa and Tom, who were in the military.
Tom was a spy and wrote a fictional book called “Spy Games” based on his life. He also said, during our interviews, that he worked for Reagan and that he was involved in the Secret Space Program and was a pilot for GUS (Galactic Universal Shuttle)—the ship that was delivered whole at the same time the other ship that was supposed to take both crews up to the mother ship blew up. It was an accident based on the Grey ETs’ error. It was not shot down from the sky, as the ETs, who are telepathic, can avoid such things because they know what we’re going to do a few seconds before we even know ourselves. They just blink out interdimensionally.
GUS was a Trojan Horse intentionally delivered to humanity. The Greys wanted humanity to catch up so they could help them with a special project (covered in future episodes). They needed us probably more than we needed them. But working together would prove to be mutually beneficial in the long run.
TJ wrote a bunch of books and hid gems in them about the SSP, so if you bought one of her books, you’d find another piece of the puzzle. TJ published one of Tom’s stories on Substack a couple of days ago. I recognized it was part of what she wrote in one of her books, but it was slightly different.
Tom died December 2, 2015, after suffering for many years. He had been wounded during a hand-to-hand combat fight on a mission and it destroyed some of his organs. He knew he was dying, so he left behind clues. Now, going on 11 years later, TJ published this story—one of his deathbed confessions.
— Janet Kira Lessin
THE GALAXY UNIVERSAL SHUTTLE — GUS
Tom and Sara walked up the ramp into the Galaxy Universal Shuttle—Gus. A triangular saucer design, 30 feet by 30 feet. Sara had named it three months earlier after Tom said he was going to call the intelligent spacecraft Gus. Tom had been working on it for three months. Sara joined him later. They both knew it could fly.
Today, Tom was going to prove it to the world. He was taking it out of the underground facility hidden inside a mountain in New Mexico. Sara had tried to talk him out of it. He was doing it anyway, with or without her. Deep down, she didn’t believe he’d actually do it. This was a top-secret location. The craft had been here since 1947—since Roswell.
SIX MONTHS UNDERGROUND
The underground facility had been their home for six months. They hadn’t been allowed to leave. When they first arrived, they flew into El Paso, then traveled by military van into the badlands. They loaded at Fort Bliss Army Base—or thought they did. Hard to say for sure.
So many mountains. So many underground areas. After the long drive through the desert, they could’ve been anywhere. Some rumors said Dulce, New Mexico. One of the many underground facilities the government built for nuclear testing. The mountains had been carved out during World War II for food storage. Construction just continued from there during the Cold War.
BOARDING
Tom and Sara were the only ones on board now. They took their seats. The seats formed around their bodies. The interior was dull gray. As they settled in, the consoles came alive. Wall monitors activated in a half-circle around them—a 360-degree view of everything outside.
Sara had been on an alien craft before. As a child. Tom didn’t know. He thought she was clueless about all this. She kept up the act. No point creating emotional problems between them. Not now.
Tom was here to figure out how the craft worked. Whether it had weapons. Every time he reported his findings to the General, the response was the same: write it up. Then the report was moved to a classified file and disappeared. The General was scared. Didn’t want to be responsible for starting World War III. He mentioned that a lot.
But today was different. Tom had decided. No more filing reports. This was for humanity. For disclosure. For the veterans who’d always wanted the truth. Would anyone believe him? Did it even matter?
“Morning, Gus.”
“Good morning, Commander Bradley and Co-Commander Bolton.”
Sara smiled. “Morning, Gus.”
“We’re taking a little trip. These cables running into the ramp—they gonna be a problem?”
“No, Commander. Where are we going?”
“I want to meet the aliens. The ones you told me about.”
“I’m programmed to monitor humans.”
“Your mission just changed. I’m the Commander. You tell me that all the time. So I’m giving you a new mission.”
“Yes, Commander. You are the chosen commander. Co-Commander Bolton as well. You both have highest authority in my code banks.”
“Code banks. Right. So we’re in charge. Close the ramp. Open the bay doors. Get us out of here.”
THE ESCAPE
The ramp retracted. The bay doors—300 feet by 75 feet—began to open. At first, nobody noticed. The technicians were going about their work. Taking readings. Recording numbers. Then someone saw the doors.
“Hey! Something’s happening! We have a problem!”
Tom and Sara watched on the monitors. Technicians and scientists are running around in a panic. The ramp severed the thick cables as it closed—cables that had been plugged into Gus since it arrived. The clamps dropped. Gus rotated half a turn left, lined itself up with the open door, and moved out into the New Mexico sun. First time since July 1947. As Gus cleared the doors, they closed behind him.
THE AIR FORCE SCRAMBLE
Tom and Sara didn’t know the Air Force had scrambled. The moment the alarm went out, five jets launched. Ten seconds to depart. Standard protocol for that facility. Everyone with clearance was in trouble now. They hadn’t been trained for this. Nobody knew what to do.
Tom didn’t know the doors were on defense control. Didn’t know reporting a problem meant jets in the air. He saw them on the screens.
“Gus, we have company.”
“Yes, Commander. Scrambled seventeen seconds after we launched. They’re entering airspace now.”
“We have a problem?”
“No, Commander.”
Gus pulled away from the facility entrance. Let the jets follow for a moment. Then accelerated to Mach 5. Then Mach 8. Faster than the jets could go. Tom and Sara couldn’t feel the change in speed. Something about ballast systems and magnetic fields. Earth hadn’t figured that out yet. Within moments, they were at the outer atmosphere.
“You’ll lose video when we pass through the atmosphere. It’ll come back once we’re in space.”
“Okay. Do it.”
INTO SPACE
The screens went dark. A couple of seconds. Then they came back on. Stars. Earth. Moon. No clouds. Within minutes, they were beside the Moon. Gus rotated slowly so they could see their home planet before continuing.
Tom and Sara couldn’t speak. They’d reached the Moon in minutes. Gus gave them time. Then turned toward deep space. Back to Mach 8. Minutes later, Mars. The orange glow was beautiful. Gus slowed, traveled around the planet. Then they saw it. A command ship. Massive. 300 miles long, Tom guessed. Half that in height. Nothing on Earth compares.
“Gus, what is that?”
NO OTHER GODS: The Lost Roswell Taken Up Story
Section 1: The Escape
By Janet Kira Lessin & Theresa J. Morris with Claudia
INTRODUCTION
Theresa J. Morris and Janet Kira Lessin began simulcast broadcasting in June of 2012. Sometimes, TJ’s husband, Tom Morris, would come on the show, and I’d interview Theresa and Tom, who were in the military.
Tom was a spy and wrote a fictional book called “Spy Games” based on his life. He also said, during our interviews, that he worked for Reagan and that he was involved in the Secret Space Program and was a pilot for GUS (Galactic Universal Shuttle) — the ship that was delivered whole at the same time the other ship that was supposed to take both crews up to the mother ship blew up. It was an accident based on the Grey ETs’ error. It was not shot down from the sky, as the ETs, who are telepathic, can avoid such things because they know what we’re going to do a few seconds before we even know ourselves. They just blink out interdimensionally.
GUS was a Trojan Horse intentionally delivered to humanity. (More on this later.)
TJ wrote a bunch of books and hid gems in them about the SSP, so if you bought one of her books, you’d find another piece of the puzzle. TJ published one of Tom’s stories on Substack a couple of days ago. I recognized it was part of what she wrote in one of her books, but it was slightly different.
Tom died on December 2, 2015, after suffering for many years. He had been wounded during a hand-to-hand combat fight on a mission, and it destroyed some of his organs. He knew he was dying, so he left behind clues.
Now, 11 years later, TJ published this story—one of his deathbed confessions.
— Janet Kira Lessin
THE GALAXY UNIVERSAL SHUTTLE — GUS
Tom and Sara walked up the ramp into the Galaxy Universal Shuttle — Gus. Triangular saucer design, 30 feet by 30 feet. Sara had named it three months earlier after Tom said he was going to call the intelligent spacecraft Gus. Tom had been working on it for three months. Sara joined him later. They both knew it could fly.
Today, Tom was going to prove it to the world. He was taking it out of the underground facility hidden inside a mountain in New Mexico.
Sara had tried to talk him out of it. He was doing it anyway, with or without her. So she came along. Deep down, she didn’t believe he’d actually do it. This was a top-secret location. The craft had been here since 1947 — since Roswell.
SIX MONTHS UNDERGROUND
The underground facility had been their home for six months. They hadn’t been allowed to leave. When they first arrived, they flew into El Paso, then traveled by military van into the badlands. They loaded at Fort Bliss Army Base — or thought they did. Hard to say for sure.
So many mountains. So many underground areas. After the long drive through the desert, they could’ve been anywhere. Some rumors said Dulce, New Mexico. One of the many underground facilities the government built for nuclear testing. The mountains had been carved out during World War II for food storage. Construction just continued from there during the Cold War.
BOARDING
Tom and Sara were the only ones on board now. They took their seats. The seats formed to their bodies. The interior was dull gray. As they settled in, the consoles came alive. Wall monitors activated in a half-circle around them — a 360-degree view of everything outside.
Sara had been on an alien craft before. As a child. Tom didn’t know. He thought she was clueless about all this. She kept up the act. No point creating emotional problems between them. Not now.
Tom was here to figure out how the craft worked. Whether it had weapons. Every time he reported his findings to the General, the response was the same: write it up. Then the report was moved to a classified file and disappeared. The General was scared. Didn’t want to be responsible for starting World War III. He mentioned that a lot.
But today was different. Tom had decided. No more filing reports. This was for humanity. For disclosure. For the veterans who’d always wanted the truth. Would anyone believe him? Did it even matter?
FIRST WORDS WITH GUS
“Morning, Gus.”
“Good morning, Commander Bradley and Co-Commander Bolton.”
Sara smiled. “Morning, Gus.”
“We’re taking a little trip. These cables running into the ramp — they gonna be a problem?”
“No, Commander. Where are we going?”
“I want to meet the aliens. The ones you told me about.”
“I’m programmed to monitor humans.”
“Your mission just changed. I’m the Commander. You tell me that all the time. So I’m giving you a new mission.”
“Yes, Commander. You are the chosen commander. Co-Commander Bolton as well. You both have the highest authority in my code banks.”
“Code banks. Right. So we’re in charge. Close the ramp. Open the bay doors. Get us out of here.”
THE ESCAPE
The ramp retracted. The bay doors — 300 feet by 75 feet — began to open. At first, nobody noticed. The technicians were going about their work. Taking readings. Recording numbers. Then someone saw the doors.
“Hey! Something’s happening! We have a problem!”
Tom and Sara watched on the monitors. Technicians and scientists are running around in a panic. The ramp severed the thick cables as it closed — cables that had been plugged into Gus since it arrived. The clamps dropped. Gus rotated half a turn left, lined itself up with the open door, and moved out into the New Mexico sun. First time since July 1947. As Gus cleared the doors, they closed behind him.
THE AIR FORCE SCRAMBLE
Tom and Sara didn’t know the Air Force had scrambled. The moment the alarm went out, five jets launched. Ten seconds to depart. Standard protocol for that facility. Everyone with clearance was in trouble now. They hadn’t been trained for this. Nobody knew what to do.
Tom didn’t know the doors were on defense control. Didn’t know reporting a problem meant jets in the air. He saw them on the screens.
“Gus, we have company.”
“Yes, Commander. Scrambled seventeen seconds after we launched. They’re entering airspace now.”
“We have a problem?”
“No, Commander.”
Gus pulled away from the facility entrance. Let the jets follow for a moment. Then accelerated to Mach 5. Then Mach 8. Faster than the jets could go. Tom and Sara couldn’t feel the change in speed. Something about ballast systems and magnetic fields. Earth hadn’t figured that out yet. Within moments, they were in the outer atmosphere.
“You’ll lose video when we pass through the atmosphere. It’ll come back once we’re in space.”
“Okay. Do it.”
INTO SPACE
The screens went dark. A couple of seconds. Then they came back on. Stars. Earth. Moon. No clouds. Within minutes, they were beside the Moon. Gus rotated slowly so they could see their home planet before continuing.
Tom and Sara couldn’t speak. They’d reached the Moon in minutes. Gus gave them time. Then turned toward deep space. Back to Mach 8. Minutes later, Mars. The orange glow was beautiful. Gus slowed, traveled around the planet. Then they saw it. A command ship. Massive. 300 miles long, Tom guessed. Half that in height. Nothing on Earth compares.
“Gus, what is that?”
TO BE CONTINUED IN SECTION 2: INTO THE DEEP
This is part of the NO OTHER GODS series created by Janet Kira Lessin.
