Wang Zen, a personal history The following is in response to an email from Elizabeth Lynch to myself: so I search Yahoo under, "Wang Zen," right? "August 1977. Wang Zen witnessed a strange object along with many others while waiting in a theatre queue. "It issued light smoke rings toward the ground and rotated very slowly." Is there something you would like to tell the listening audience? It was the end of the Cultural Revolution. Who you know as the Gang of Four (a deeply slanderous term) Chiang Ching, Chang Chun-chiao, Wang Hung-wen, and Yao Wen-yuan, signaled the end of the Leftist supporters of Mao and a consolidation of the Communist Right-wing. Russia was at the height of it's Cold War, and the imperialism of America was rearing its ugly head. I was eleven, clutching my "little red book," and chanting Maoist songs I learned in the re-education camps while standing in line when the object appeared. Little is known of the group of natives from the Pacific Island of Guam, taken from their homes by the Japanese during WWII and traded to the Chinese in a prisoner exchange. Why the group was taken, and why China was interested is the start of this tale, and the result of the news item you found online. In 1944, as the clock was ticking towards the end of WWII, America was about to descend upon Guam and rid the island of the Japanese oppressors. Certain aerial phenomenon that the Americans attributed as some sort of Japanese trick had been seen, at first intermittently, and later more frequently. Most often they were cigar, or saucer-shaped craft moving at impossible velocities, glowing with a sort of luminescent internal light. At this sign, and on the eve of America's invasion, the Japanese declared that if any American troops landed on Guam, that they would proceed to slaughter every man, woman and child on the island. The large guns had started their booming, and while the Japanese were rounding up all the natives they could find, my grandmother was hiding among the tropical fronds in the jungle, giving birth to my mother. As the her birthing moans and the cannons booming last echoes faded, and my mother was raised by my grandmothers trembling hands to the sky, 'a strange object issued light smoke rings toward the ground and rotated very slowly.' A humanoid figure with elongated limbs, accompanied by a Japanese soldier, backlit from the glowing light of the craft reached her fingers towards the babe. My grandmother whispered, 'Her name is Victoria, for the hopeful victory of the Americans over the Japanese." The next day the Americans invaded, and the island was liberated. My grandmother never saw her daughter again.   The Japanese learned well from the aliens, using their stolen technology after the war to subsequently become an economic powerhouse totally out of proportion to the island nations physical size. At the time of the war the Japanese thought that they were the masters of the aliens, but the aliens only doled out a pittance of their technological knowledge. But the real prize, both the aliens and Japanese knew, were the children taken from their mother's arms during that fateful day. When the Japanese finally reached the conclusion that the aliens were just using them for their own purposes, they took the only action they could upon the technological might of the aliens - they sold the children. It was now China's problem. The aliens, though, would never sully their hands by destroying the Japanese themselves. The Japanese weren't the only ones they manipulated. In 1789 they "influenced" the discovery of Uranium by Martin Heinrich Klaproth, for just such an event. They were master prognosticators, and no one does vengeance like the aliens, just ask Hiroshima and Nagasaki.    That's all I've been able to gather in my time here in the States. The appearance of the strange object at age eleven while I waited in the queue reignited memories long suppressed of the aliens and their intermittent experiments on us in the camps, first to my mother, and then to me. What I'm trying to figure out now is, why was I and the others so important to them, and what to do to protect myself from them when next they appear. to be continued...