The following witness testimony was sent to me on audiotape by Tim Beckley, who was recently interviewed for a segment about the Men in Black on the TV show UFO Hunters. It has been transcribed for your blogging pleasure. It is a most disturbing account by a female government employee who was harassed for possibly knowing something about UFOs – the same thing for which my own family was seemingly targeted. Interestingly, this woman’s abduction occurred the same year my father died after being jabbed in the middle of the night with a needle. During her initial experience, she describes a bat-like entity “behind” the UFO which, to us today, sounds like Mothman. This account bolsters my theory that the “Oriental” MIB may be different from other MIB (like the “Greek” ones who invaded Pt. Pleasant). In this account, note that the Oriental MIB merely warned her that she might be targeted; he may have had no part in her abduction, and in fact may have been working for a group opposed to her abductors. Tibetan lamas who claim to turn into Garudas usually only do so in order to help people. It is possible that the FBI or CIA got ahold of, or trained, agents who could also perform such shapeshifting, although it is more likely that they were simply using a synthetic form of the UFO abduction phenomena for their own purposes (mind control, etc.), which raised the ire of beneficent spiritual forces. This federal employee may have known, from her work as an FBI typist, that UFOs were being used as a covert op, thus resulting in her abduction and subsequent “debriefing.”
It looked like a star up above a drive-in theater in Arcadia, FL. This was in July of 1972… I started watching it. It started moving from the north to the south in a falling leaf pattern. It seemed to get larger. When it got overhead, I couldn’t see it anymore, so I got out of the car to look at it. Then I saw this white light coming out from underneath the yellow light. It was falling onto the ground; it looked like a searchlight. When it landed on me, it stopped. Then the light went out, and there was a form – a black shape behind the yellow light. There was no sound being emitted. It was directly above me… The shape behind was a batlike shape. It was huge. Later on that year, a man came to my door. I had been looking into all of this stuff, writing it all down – things that other people had told me. If someone told me that they’d seen a flying saucer, I’d say, “Oh yeah? Where? When?” I’d write it down and keep it in my records. I was living in D.C. I was working for the federal government. This man came to my door and knocked. I got out of bed to answer it, but I didn’t take the chain lock off. It was an Oriental man. He called me by name. He said, “Miss Montgomery, you will stop investigating flying saucers.” I kind of looked at him, and said, “You’re crazy!” I was not the kind of person who frightened [easily]. I do [frighten easily] now, but not then. He just said, “I’m telling you that you will, or you will be in great danger.” I slammed the door in his face. Then I got so mad that I turned around and opened it up again to yell at him more. When I opened it up and looked out, he wasn’t there… I quit my job as a typist for the FBI a few weeks later.
[Soon after] I was walking on the street. I was going back to my apartment when this man came up and grabbed my purse. He dumped it upside down. I asked him what he was doing. He said it was none of my business. He went searching through everything. He threw my wallet to one side. I thought, “This guy is not looking for money.” I had a little notebook with some UFO things written in it. He ripped the notebook up. He said, “I’m a police officer.” I said, “Show me some identification,” and stepped towards him. When I did, he shoved me backwards. Someone else grabbed me from behind… I fought with them. I don’t really know what happened [next]. I remember being shoved into the back of a van with no windows. I had been handcuffed. There were cuts at my wrists. The next thing I knew, it was like seven hours later. They had taken me to this place, dragged me down a hallway [and] strung me up. I don’t know where it was. They told me later that I was at a hospital. It looked like an underground passage. There were ladders going up each side into the ceiling, with trap doors over the top of them – kind of like an old armory or something. They took me upstairs in an elevator. When I got up there, they wanted me to drink something. I told them I wasn’t going to do it. They almost broke my neck making me drink it. That’s when I saw the clock. It didn’t make any sense, because the clock said 5:00 a.m. in the morning. [The time difference] shocked me. They threw me in a room after that. They undid my hands and told me to sign a piece of paper. I told them I wouldn’t do it. I don’t know if I signed anything or not.
I woke up later. I know they drugged me; I worked in a hospital long enough to know what medications [do]. I stood up. I went towards the door, and it opened. I wasn’t locked in! I walked out, and there was a man standing in the hallway. I asked him who he was. He chuckled that it “didn’t matter.” I said, “Where am I?” He said, “You’re in a psychiatric ward. You attempted to commit suicide last night by jumping out of the 5th story window of the FBI building.” I said, “No I didn’t, the windows there are barred.” He said, “Well, never mind. You will admit that you tried to commit suicide or you will never leave here. Your doctor will talk to you later.” I said, “Who is my doctor? You can’t admit me to a hospital without my signature.” He told me that I had been admitted and it didn’t matter by who. I met the [doctor]. He was a foreigner. He had light-colored hair; he sounded like he was German or Swedish. He started asking, “Do you believe in psychic powers? Do you believe in the undead? Do you believe in flying saucers?” I said, “Why are you asking me these questions?” He said, “To get an in-depth view of what you know and what you don’t know – how you believe – so that we can handle the problem.” I wouldn’t answer any more questions. They went through the same questions every day. They kept telling me I tried to kill myself, and I kept denying it. A week [passed]. He said, “Call your mother. Tell her to come and get you. Tell her you are in a mental institution and that she should come and get you out. [That is] if you promise to go home and not do anymore UFO research…” He gave me an address to tell her, which was in Georgetown… I think it was the FBI that held me, trying to make sure I didn’t [disseminate] any information…”