I was riveted to my seat. His presentation created visuals for me that were as real as if I were watching a movie at the cinema. I received quite a history lesson. By the time we finished our third latté, Mario asked me if I would travel with him to a place on the outskirts of Monaco. Naturally, I agreed. The Italian border was a fairly short distance. He continued with the history lesson as we drove. I noticed that each village and every building had its own stories to be told.
Eventually, we came to a large antiquated building. Mario drove into a large garage beneath it. The darkness pressed down on me. Each narrow parking space was its own room with its own door. He said, “At one time, this space was used as a fortress for the Germans. And before that, catacombs, which dated back to the 15th century.”By the time we finished our third latté, Mario asked me if I would travel with him to a place on the outskirts of Monaco. Naturally, I agreed. The Italian border was a fairly short distance. He continued with the history lesson as we drove. I noticed that each village and every building had its own stories to be told.
“Once you see what I am about to show you, all the pieces will fall into place.” He said as we pulled into a garage and he closed the door behind us.
“This is the safest place I know to hide treasure,” he continued as we walked to the back of the small, windowless room. He removed a cover from an opening that that had been dug out of the wall. Behind that opening was an ancient room approximately 20 x 30 feet. We stepped through the narrow hole and into the room. I saw countless wrapped bundles but I felt that what he wanted to show me had nothing to do with the bundles. Using candles for light, we walked to the back of the room where he unveiled three objects that appeared to be statues. I gasped! What I saw looking back at me through the dim lighting, combined with what I felt intuitively, was a shock to my system. My logical mind went crazy with questions. However, I felt grateful to be in the presence of something so special. It was rare that anyone had the opportunity to lay eyes on such ancient treasure.
As Mario began to tell me about the objects, he provided me with another history lesson. When he finished explaining, we walked back to the front of the room. Mario blew out the candles and in the sudden darkness an eerie feeling came over me. I felt a palpable presence.
As we left the garage, I thought, is this really happening? As we began the drive back to my hotel, my mind was in a different place but Mario continued with more historical information.
“I want you to be the custodian of these objects,” he said. The directness of his statement brought me out of my reverie. The excitement mounted in my blood as he revealed his plan. He wants me to be the keeper of these incredible artifacts?
Although I was perfectly aware of what they were, I asked him, “Do you know what these are?” He avoided my question. Instead, he went on about history and archeology.
Again I asked, “When you look at them, what impression do you get?” “Well what impression do you have?” He returned. I responded with silence. Again, I knew what they were. I was hoping for the confirmation from him so that we could agree that they were, in fact, alien artifacts. After that, conversation came in segments and it was totally unrelated to the identity or the origin of the artifacts.
For the next two weeks, I conducted my investigation for Michael, the details of which I will not reveal. I felt a constant undercurrent of anxiety during the remainder of my stay in Monaco. My dream world changed dramatically. I did not know what role I would play in this unfolding drama, which these strange artifacts were the focus.
Upon concluding my investigation for Michael, I provided him the findings. Afterward, his driver took me to the airport in Nice and I boarded a plane to return home.
When I arrived in the United States, I awaited future communication from Mario. In two weeks I received an email stating, “Arriving with family at airport at 10:00 a.m. on April 14th.” When the day of his arrival came, I met him and his family at the airport. Curiosity consumed me when I glimpsed at the three packages he brought with him. But I chose to ignore it. Instead, I drove him and his family to my home in upstate New York where they quickly settled into my guesthouse. I hired a translator to make communication easier for his wife and daughter.
At dinner that night, Mario was rather quiet. We retired early so he and his family could rest.
The next morning, he started his day before me. I met him in the breakfast room and he had the mysterious packages with him. We greeted each other and made small talk. After a few minutes, he lifted one of the packages to the table and opened it. There, before me, stood one of the mysterious artifacts.
I asked him the same question as I did before. “What do you feel they are?” Again, he said to me, “Well what do you feel they are?”
I said, “They are aliens. It’s obvious. Look at them.”
For the first time, Mario admitted that he felt the same. He believed, as I believed, that they were the ancient death masks of three aliens. He brought them to me because he wanted me to be their custodian. To say that I felt honored would be an understatement. I was more than happy to accept responsibility for their safekeeping.
Once received, I placed all three objects in a china closet. Shortly thereafter, I began to experience unusual phenomena in my house. It would happen late at night. This activity took the form of a presence that made itself known through rapping sounds, footsteps, and the banging and movement of furniture. At times, even voices could be heard. At no time did I tell Mario about the phenomena that took place in my house. Not sure of his comfort level with ghosts, I did not want him and his family to be frightened.
During the course of his family’s visit, Mario and I developed a close bond. We planned to meet in another country the following month. At this meeting, more information would be revealed about the alien artifacts. There was also a possibility—or, rather a probability—that we would discover more artifacts.
After a pleasant 10-day experience, it was time for Mario and his family to fly back to Nice. Before departing, Mario stated, “Please remember, you are the custodian of these objects and when it’s time, you will choose the next custodian. You will know because the next custodian will be guided to you.” We parted with the agreement that we would meet again the following month.
When the next month arrived and my daughter and I were to leave the country to meet with him, I experienced a flood of psychic experiences. These experiences made it very clear to me that if we continued on our journey our lives would be in danger. Specifically, we would be in danger from government troops or rebels. The psychic impressions became so intense that I cancelled the trip.
Around the same time, I had an experience wherein a voice instructed me to have the masks photographed under a blue light. I sensed something special would happen. The voice also told me that if I were to have them X-rayed, that again, something special would happen. As you can see by looking at the pictures, they have a green, unearthly glow when photographed under a blue light.
In the months that followed, I decided to sell my home. Weekly garage sales, the movement of furniture, and harried packing created much upheaval in the atmosphere of the house. The ghosts that came with the alien masks did not like the change in atmosphere. They demonstrated their disapproval by going berserk. The strange noises, the banging, and the haunting intensified.
One night as I lay in bed, I heard the cabinet doors in the kitchen opening and closing with a loud banging noise. Then, someone, or something, walked into my bed. The force was so strong that the bed moved. At first, I thought that my houseguest, John, had walked into my bedroom. I jumped out of bed and turned on the light but nobody was there.
The next morning, I asked John if he was the one responsible for making so much noise in the kitchen the night before. He quickly informed me that he was not. He wondered if I was the one in the kitchen making all the noise. At that moment, we both knew without a doubt, that phenomena had been taking place and it was not due to either one of us. We decided to investigate.
We placed a tape recorder outside of his bedroom door that night. It was agreed that he would turn on the tape recorder at the first indication of ghost activity. At approximately 3:30 a.m., a horrific noise in the hallway between the two bedroom doors awakened me. I heard a loud “pop.” It sounded as if something had fallen onto the tile floor. I hoped that John turned on the tape recorder!
Shortly after daybreak, John came into the breakfast room where I was having my first cup of coffee. Tape recorder in hand, he excitedly asked, “Did you hear it?” “Hear what?” I asked. “The ghosts last night!” He said in a rush. “Oh you mean that loud bang outside your door?” I said with a smile. “Yes! What was that?” He asked, as if already knowing the answer. “Let’s check the tape and find out. You turned on the recorder didn’t you?” I inquired. “Oh, yes,” he stated confidently.
As John rewound the tape, he proceeded to tell me that he had been awakened at 2:55 a.m. by a strange noise that seemed to be emanating from the walls.
“It was a pulsating, vibrating, almost mechanical noise. I’ve heard it before, but only when the ghosts were active. As soon as I woke up to the noise, I opened my bedroom door and turned on the tape recorder. I knew they were active.”
John went on to say that after only five minutes of turning on the recorder, he heard the loud “pop” outside his door, seemingly where he had placed the tape recorder.
“It sounded like a cap gun firing,” he said. “Turn on the tape,” I said impatiently.
When the tape began to play, we could hear the strange mechanical pulsating sound. At first it sounded like simple background noise. Approximately five minutes into the recording, an unearthly sound broke the monotony. John quickly rewound the tape and played it again. Sure enough he had captured what is known as an Electronic Voice Phenomenon. Immediately after a voice could be heard, we heard the “pop.” Thereafter, the tape went completely silent. The background pulsating stopped and we heard no other sounds on the tape.
We discussed what we perceived the voice to be saying, and then played the tape for others. They agreed that the voice said, “What’s this?” The loud noise that followed could be nothing other than the tape recorder being dropped onto the floor. I fully believe that this spirit energy curiously picked up the tape recorder, inquired as to what it was, and then dropped it onto the floor. For some unknown reason, the ghosts then stopped all of their activity (that night). John still has this remarkable recording.
In the coming weeks, I continued to pack my belongings. Eventually, I packed the alien artifacts into boxes. I placed them in the family room, directly adjacent to my bedroom. By doing this, I disturbed their resting place. They did not take kindly to it. Even more noisy activity took place. This time it took place in the area where they had been placed. Right outside my bedroom!
Within days, I finished packing everything in my house. Because I did not want these important artifacts out of my sight, I rode with them in the cab of the moving truck. I considered myself to be their guardians.
When I got to my new home, I immediately put them in a safe place. The first night, their presence returned. Activity began once again. So, I moved them to another room that was far from my bedroom. I thought by doing so, I would not hear the activity while I tried to sleep. But I must say that intermittent phenomena continued to take place.
Ever since I obtained these artifacts, I have often wondered what I should do with them and what, exactly, is my responsibility to them. I have wondered if I should sell them or if I should share them with the public. Now that I have had them for some time, I have decided to put them on the web so that others can see for themselves what they are and come to their own conclusions about them.
In my tenure as a psychic investigator that dates back well over 30 years, this is the first time that I have come upon physical evidence of the existence of aliens. These artifacts have been proven to date back well over 3,000 years. I believe that they are very special because they may be the death masks of three aliens. I know that they are made of bronze and that they are very fragile because they have been underground for over 3000 years. I believe that one is a male, one is a female, and the other is an elder.
My psychic impression of the history of these artifacts is that a 100-foot tsunami came over the island and killed everything on it. All was buried under many feet of mud. I believe that one of the biggest volcano eruptions of the time period caused the tsunami and it destroyed absolutely everything. It cemented history underground and preserved it until someone could find it.
I feel, and therefore believe, that this ancient culture was incredibly advanced in the science of metals. I feel that they were also very much involved in advanced science, medicine, and technology. And to be very honest, I have not yet fully explored the scope of what these artifacts have to reveal. I will not explore further until I have sufficient staff and resources. I want this investigation to be thorough and I want it to be one based on science. To investigate something with this much power could be similar to opening a “Pandora’s Box.” That is why it is important to have the staff and the resources available each and every step of the way.
At any moment I could open up that door and begin an entire process of communication with the intelligences that seem to be attached to these objects, but I resist it for the reasons just stated.
In order to add more pieces to this incredible puzzle, Mario is attempting to raise the resources necessary to begin an extensive investigation and excavation of the location where these artifacts were found. When he accomplishes his task, the information revealed will be endless. It will reveal proof of yet another ancient civilization that once existed and it will reveal answers necessary for human growth, awareness, and perhaps—preservation.
My friends, I put this on my website as my gift to you. I am the custodian of these objects for now. Though the future may find them in the hands of another.
I hope you enjoy this information.
Robert Petro
