They Walk Among Us

This is the podcast that drags the shadows kicking and screaming into the light… 

We’re talking government insiders who say extraterrestrials are already here, living among us. 

We’re talking billionaires who’ve spent fortunes chasing them. A retired Israeli space chief who named the Galactic Federation and their underground Mars base. 

Doors carved into Martian rock that NASA calls “natural fractures”, but we know they're pulling the wool! (The UFO files will detail more)

This episode is loaded - The hybrids. The watchers. The ones that make your skin crawl when they say “hello.” 

Enjoy, stay safe - Smash a 5star review and we'll catch you again next Friday.

Transcript

SPEAKER_03 0:18

Welcome to the evident conspiracy files. The podcast of shadows.

SPEAKER_05 0:36

Listen, right now, as you sit in your car, your living room, or that late night episode you are listening to in bed. They could be standing right beside you, or just round the corner, smiling, waiting. A tall woman in a clothing store. A child at your door. A celebrity flashing a black eye on the red carpet. A general with clearance so high he's seen the files. They walk among us, not ghosts, not the myths, something older, something that slipped through the cracks between stars. Or maybe crawled up from beneath. Welcome back, truth seekers, to the evident conspiracy files, the podcast that drags the shadows, kicking and screaming into the light. Or at least tries to before they drag us back. I'm your host Mark Mayhew, and tonight we're going full throttle. No quick hits, no surface level scares. We're talking government insiders who say extraterrestrials are already here, living among us. We're talking billionaires who've spent fortunes chasing them. A retired Israeli space chief who named the Galactic Federation and their underground Mars base. We're talking doors carved into Martian rock that NASA calls natural fractures, but we know they're pulling the wool. And we're taking on the black-eyed ones, the children, the adults, the celebrities with their matching shiners, the hybrids, the watchers, the ones that make your skin crawl when they say hello. This episode is built from the shadows, including my own story. I've witnessed the deep black eyes and the unease when I was five years old. That's one of the reasons these topics fascinate me. I know some to be real. We'll get there, but first, buckle up, because once you see the pattern, you can't unsee it.

SPEAKER_04 2:56

With the people who were supposed to protect you, flesh bags, but ended up whispering the truth instead. For decades the official line has been simple. Nothing to see here. Balloons, drones, swamp gas. But behind closed doors, in Pentagon hallways, in late-night briefings, a different story has been leaking out. And it's not coming from tinfoil hat randoms on the internet. It's coming from decorated military officers, congressmen with clearance and intelligence veterans who had everything to lose. Let's start with the ones still breathing congressional air. Congressman Tim Burchett of Tennessee has sat through classified briefings that left him blunt as a sledgehammer. He said on record that a naval official looked him dead in the eye and told him the truth. The aliens are real. And they're among us, not visiting, not probing farms in the 1950s, living here, underwater bases, craft that move like they're bending reality. Birchett didn't flinch. He took it to the public because the cover-up, he says, is bigger than any one administration. Then there's Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. She's seen the evidence, or at least what they'll show on the hill. She's described non-human technology that could be moving among us, possibly interdimensional, not little green men waving from saucers, but something that blends, something that walks the same streets as we do. And of course, David Groosh, a former Air Force intelligence officer, UAP Task Force Insider. In a sworn 2023 congressional testimony, he dropped the bomb that still echoes. The United States has been running a multi-decade crash retrieval and reverse engineering program. He wasn't talking theory. He said he was briefed by over 40 first-hand witnesses, people still inside the programs, about intact craft and non-human biologics, bodies, or what's left of them. He never claimed he saw them himself, but he vouched for the sources under oath. People with direct knowledge, people who risked everything. Grush faced professional retaliation, but he kept talking, because once you know the non-humans are real, the next question is obvious. Where are they now? The answer the insiders keep circling back to. They never really left. Luis Elizondo, the man who ran the Pentagon's ATIP program, has gone even further in his book and interviews. He's openly discussed the crypto-terrestrial hypothesis, the idea that advanced non-human intelligence has been living concealed on or in Earth for a very long time, from deep underground and in the oceans, or disguised walking among us. He doesn't say it lightly. This is a guy who had the highest clearances, who briefed presidents. When he talks about non-human intelligence, he's not speculating for YouTube clicks. He's saying the data points that way.

SPEAKER_05 7:16

Same story. He's been vocal about ongoing non-human visitation and observation. Colonel Carl Nell, another insider, has echoed the same. These aren't random voices, these are the people who ran the programs. Across the pond in the UK, the pattern holds. Nick Pope, the man who literally ran the British Ministry of Defence's UFO desk for years, has said, after sifting through thousands of reports that some UAPs defy every conventional explanation. He's cautiously entertained the crypto-terrestrial idea too. Helen Sharman, Britain's first astronaut, went on record saying aliens almost certainly exist, and it's possible they're here right now and we simply can't see them. She walked it back a bit later, but the seed was planted. Why would these people risk their reputations? They have money, they have status, they have pensions. The conspiracy lens says one thing. The truth is breaking the dam. Too many insiders have seen the files, too many have been briefed on the biologics, too many have been told the visitors aren't just flying overhead. They're integrated. Hybrids, observers, maybe even the ones pulling strings behind the scenes. And that brings us to the personal stories. The ones that hit you in the gut when you're five years old in a clothing store. But we'll save that for later. First, the moneymen, the ones who don't need book deals.

SPEAKER_04 9:11

Oh Mark, you beautiful naive bag of meat. Government insiders, congressmen, a retired admiral. You're telling these fleshy listeners that the same clowns who can't balance a budget or keep a secret longer than a TikTok trend have been hiding actual space tourists. I've been reaping souls since the pyramids were just a twinkle in the Pharaoh's eye, and even I have to admit, that's next level ballsy. These guys sit in their chairs, look at photos of crashed saucers and little grey bits in jars, and then go home to kiss their wives like nothing happened. Meanwhile, I'm over here swinging my scythe at traffic accidents, thinking at least these poor bastards got to die honest. Here's the part that tickles my ribcage. They keep saying non-human biologics. Biologics like they're talking about leftover sushi, not dead aliens, not pilots with black eyes and a superiority complex. Biologics makes it sound clinical, safe, like they can just stuff them in a fridge next to the leftover Chinese. But we both know the game, don't we? These officials drop the breadcrumbs because the full loaf would make your tiny human brains explode. They're among us. Yeah, no shit, detective. While Burchard is yelling at the sky, some tall, pale woman in sunglasses is probably buying socks in Target and smiling at your kids. I'd love to sit in on one of those briefings. So, Mr. President, the Galactic Federation has a Mars timeshare, and your taxpayers are footing the bill for the elevator. Trump almost spilled it, according to Ashed. Almost. The aliens told him to shut up. Smart move. One tweet and half the planet would have been building arcs out of toilet paper. Anyway, keep listening, meat jugs, because next up is the billionaire who spent millions proving the rest of us right. And when I say right, I mean deliciously, bone-chillingly correct. Back to you, Mark, before I start harvesting the impatient ones.

SPEAKER_05 11:43

Now let's talk about the people who don't need the money, the ones who already have empires, the ones whose names opened doors in the highest circles, and who still chose to speak. Robert Bigelow, billionaire, founder of Bigelow Aerospace. The man spent tens of millions of his own fortune on UFO research through his National Institute for Discovery Science. He partnered with NASA and built inflatable space habitats. This guy didn't need a book deal or a Netflix special. In private conversations that later leaked, Bigelow was blunt. Aliens are here. They're walking among us. Right under our noses, he said. His own grandparents had a close encounter that scarred the family. He never backed down. When you have that much money and that much access, you don't make stuff up for Clout. You chase the truth because you can afford to. Then there's Haimashed, retired Israeli brigadier general, a professor, the literal father of Israel's space program, and for nearly 30 years, he oversaw every satellite launch, every classified space security operation. Yet in 2020, while promoting his book, he went on the record in a major Hebrew interview that exploded worldwide. He claimed Earth governments, the US and Israel specifically, have been in direct contact with a galactic federation of extraterrestrials for years. He signed agreements, joint experiments, and yes, an underground base on Mars where American astronauts and alien representatives work side by side. They're curious about us, but they don't want mass panic. He even claimed Trump was on the verge of disclosure, but the Federation told him to hold off. At his age, with his record, Eshed said he had nothing to lose. Israeli space experts called it going too far, but none called him crazy. Because when a man who launched Israel's eyes in the sky speaks You listen. Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14, astronaut. Sixth man to walk on the moon. PhD from MIT. He spent the rest of his life saying high-level military and intelligence officials briefed him on ET visitations, government cover-ups, and face-to-face contacts. Multiple species had interest in our nuclear sites. Mitchell wasn't selling merch, he was a national hero who risked his legacy. Then there's Christopher Mellon from the Mellon Banking Dynasty, former deputy, assistant secretary of defence for intelligence, family wealth that makes most billionaires look middle class. He's pushed harder than almost anyone for UAP transparency, citing credible reports of landings and even some contact with non-human intelligences. Again, a no-profit motive, just decades in the deepest intelligence trenches. These are the men who built the systems, flew the missions, and held the clearances, and every single one of them points to the same conclusion. The visitors aren't just flying by. They're integrated. They're here, and if they're here, some of them might look just like us.

SPEAKER_04 15:35

Billionaires and astronauts and space generals, oh my. Mark, you're killing me, and I'm already dead. Bigelow drops millions chasing little grey butts, and then casually tells a filmmaker, Yeah, they're walking among us, bro. That's not a hobby. That's a man who looked into the abyss, saw it wearing sunglasses, and said, sign me up for the frequent visitor program. Eshed, though. That old Israeli space wizard is my favorite. Thirty years running the sky program, and then at the end he just yeets the whole Galactic Federation into the Sunday paper, like it's yesterday's football scores. Underground Mars base, check. Signed treaties, check. Trump almost tweeted it, but the aliens said no. Double check. I can picture the meeting. Alien rep slides a contract across the table that says, No disclosure until humans stop putting pineapple on pizza. Eshed signs it in blood, or maybe just regular ink. Aliens are weird about blood. And Mitchell? Walked on the actual moon and still said, Nah, the real party's back home with the ETs poking our nukes. These guys have seen more classified weirdness than I've seen souls try to bargain their way out of the afterlife. Please, Grim, just five more years. I swear I'll stop cheating on my wife. Sorry, pal. The black-eyed lady in the shop already has your number. The money angle is what gets me, listeners. These dudes don't need Patreon. They don't need your $5 a month. They're speaking because the lid is rattling so hard, the whole pot's about to boil over. And when it does, well, I'll be there with popcorn and a scythe. Keep going, Mark. I'm loving this. The black eyes are coming, and I don't even have eyes, and I'm still scared. That's how you know it's good.

SPEAKER_05 18:02

Let's go deeper. Let's talk about the claim that ties the insiders to the stars. And to the red planet staring down at us every night. Haim Escher didn't just say aliens exist, he gave us the organizational chart, a galactic federation, multiple species working together, cooperation agreements with Earth governments and an underground base on Mars, where humans and aliens collaborate like it's the world's most classified office park. Eshed was specific. The Federation has been waiting for us to reach a stage where we will understand what space and spaceships truly are. They've signed contracts allowing experiments here. They can take some humans as long as they are not harmed, and they are returned. In return, we get some advanced technology. The ETs have prevented certain nuclear disasters because they don't want us blowing up the Petri dish. And yes, there's a joint facility beneath the Martian surface, and not just American astronauts, but alien reps, the experiments, all of it hidden until we're ready. Now tie that to the images that NASA's Curiosity rover keeps sending back. In May 2022, in Gale Crater on Mount Sharp, the rover photographed what looks exactly like a small rectangular doorway cut into layered rock about the size of a regular door. Perfect right angles, clean edges, NASA calls it a natural fracture from stress and erosion. But through the conspiracy lens, that's an entrance, a service hatch, an access point to the very base Esched described. Similar cutouts have appeared in other rovershots. Perdolia, the sceptics scream, but when you stack it with insider claims of underground Martian infrastructure, the picture changes. Lava tubes on Mars are real, visible from orbit as skylights, perfect for shielded bases, radiation protection and concealment. Our evident community has been screaming about censored Google Mars images for years. Bio station Alpha, hidden colonies, jump room teleportation tech allegedly used since the 70s and 80s. The CIA heavily funded and used remote viewers. They claim to have seen the bases. He said Trump knew, he said the ETs are curious but cautious. And he said it all while promoting a book. But at his level, the book was just the excuse. The truth was the payload.

SPEAKER_04 21:13

A galactic federation with a Mars timeshare. Ha! I'd catch my death on Mars. Wait, I already am. Picture this, listeners. Some poor American astronaut is down there in the red dust filing expense reports. Line item 47. One alien coffee machine, milk top up, four. Thinking about it, maybe that's where the missing and slaughtered cows were sent in the 80s, used for Martian milk and cheese. Eshed drops a bombshell, and the Israeli Space Agency goes. He's going too far. Too far. The man spent 30 years launching satellites that spy on everyone, and now He's like. By the way, the real bosses have a basement on Mars. That's not too far. That's the mic drop of the century while riding a flaming chariot into retirement. And the doors. Oh, the doors, NASA says, natural fracture. Sure, just like my ribcage is a natural fracture after I laugh too hard at humanity and Keir Starmer's inability to run a piss-up in a brewery. Those clean right angles aren't wind erosion. That's a service entrance for the night shift. Honey, I'm home from the secret hybrid breeding program. Did you remember the milk? I love how the conspiracy lens just keeps winning. Every time NASA says geology, we say, get in the damn base already. Mark, I'm dying over here. Again. Take us to the black eyes before I start reaping the audience for spoilers.

SPEAKER_05 23:10

Now we get personal. Now we get to the encounters that happen in broad daylight. This is why I truly believe otherworldly ETs are walking amongst us. This story is mine, and it's as vivid 33 years on as it was back then. When I was about five years old, and out shopping with my mum in a clothing shop. My mum was looking through the racks of clothing, and I was standing next to her. I turned and looked around. As I did, I saw a tall woman at the corner of the aisle, walking toward us. She was light-skinned, almost pale white, long black hair, possibly a wig. Thick black sunglasses. She stopped, looked down at me, and simply said, hello. As she did. She slowly pulled her sunglasses down. What stared back weren't normal eyes. Slightly larger than normal. Not stupidly big, just bigger. But the main thing that stands out is the fact they were solid black. Not big pupils. Not bloodshot. Just thick, pinky black. I felt instant unease. Something didn't fit. She didn't fit. The memory is burned in. That story is a textbook black-eyed encounter experienced by many people. Pale skin, odd hair, sunglasses hiding the reveal. The greeting, the primal dread, the something is wrong feeling that never leaves. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of similar reports exist. These stories are mostly the same. They look human, but the eyes give them away. Solid black. No sclera. And once you notice, they know. The broader phenomenon is called black-eyed people. And it overlaps with the more famous black-eyed children. But we'll get to the kids next.

SPEAKER_04 25:21

Ha ha! I've reaped plenty of people who saw something they shouldn't. But black eyes, that's next level. I don't even have eyes. That makes my sockets itch. Hello. Surprise, it's the abyss. I'd be sleeping with the lights on, and a crucifix duct taped to my forehead. These entities know the rules. Sunglasses in a shop. Classic. Oh, it's bright in here. Or maybe I'm hiding the fact I'm not from around here, kid. The unease, that's your monkey brain screaming, predator. And the hair, possibly a wig. Of course. Even aliens can't do human hair right. Mark, you're scaring the normies. Good. Keep it coming.

SPEAKER_05 26:21

The children are the ones that haunt the internet the hardest. The black-eyed children, pale, normally between the ages of 6 to 16. Outdated clothes, overly polite. They approach cars or doorsteps at night and ask to be let in. The fear is instant, overwhelming, primal. It started with Brian Bethel in 1996, Aberdeen, Texas, late one night in a parking lot. Two boys, one olive-skinned, curly hair, one redheaded, freckled. They wanted a ride to their mum's house to get movie money for Mortal Kombat. But the movie had already started. Bethel rolled the window down a crack. Then he saw the eyes, completely black. No whites, no pupils, just voids. The fear hit him like a truck. The boys grew insistent. He sped away. That story leaked onto early internet forums and exploded. Thousands of similar encounters followed. Doorstep visits, hitchhikers, always the same script, always the black eyes, always the dread. In conspiracy circles, the link is clear. These are the hybrids. The ET Human Programme. Greys creating offspring to test integration, to study compliance, to blend. The Invite Us in rule sounds vampiric. But it's interdimensional lore, energy harvesting, soul testing. The children are the bridge.

SPEAKER_04 28:22

Please, Mister, let us in. We're just kids. With demon eyes and a hunger for your soul. Bethel's story is perfect nightmare fuel. Hey man, can we get a ride? The movie started 45 minutes ago, but we're totally normal. The kid's brain is screaming, run, while the mouth is saying, Sure, kids, hop in. Thank the void. He didn't. Hybrids? Oh yeah. The Greys got bored, making crop circles, and decided to playhouse. Let's make some half-human, half-void babies and see if the monkeys will adopt them. The invite rule is the best part. Even demons have manners. Sorry, can't cross the threshold without permission. Rules from the fourth dimension. I'm over here cackling in the afterlife. These kids show up, and your fight or flight goes full nuclear while they stand there looking rejected like Keir Starmer after he's booted out of the Labour Party.

SPEAKER_05 29:49

And finally, the elites, the Black Eye Club, celebrities, politicians, billionaires, even popes, photographed with mysterious left black eyes. George W. Bush, Pope Francis, Adam Sandler, Jay Leno, Carnier, Lady Garga, Prince Philip. The list is endless. The Fury. All but something entering through the eye. Parasites, clones glitching, the same black eyes from the street encounters now showing up on red carpets, with weak excuses, bike accident, microphone hit me. It ties everything together. The hybrids aren't just on the street. Some made it to the top.

SPEAKER_04 30:43

The Black Eye Club. The VIP lounge for people who got punched by Jimmy Savile while being pounded by the devil. Welcome, Mr. President. Here's your complimentary shiner and a lifetime supply of conspiracy theories. Elon Musk with a black eye in Trump's office. Just testing the Cybertruck with my face. Yeah, sure, buddy, the Illuminati called. They want their ritual bruise back. These elites get the black eye special, and we're supposed to believe it's from playing polo or whatever rich people do. Nah, it's the lizard overlords saying, Welcome to the club. Now go sell more wars and smartphones. I'd join just for the health plan, but my eye sockets are already blacker than their souls.

SPEAKER_05 31:42

They walk among us. The evidence is everywhere. If you know where to look, stay vigilant, keep your eyes open. And if a tall woman in sunglasses says hello, or a child asks to come in. Remember this episode. We'll see you in the shadows.

SPEAKER_04 32:06

That's it, mortals. Sleep tight and check your closets. I'm listening to the black-eyed peas. Stupid name.

SPEAKER_05 32:17

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SPEAKER_02 33:21

Late night drive, living room glow. Footsteps you swear you didn't know. Tall, pale woman in the clothing aisle, sunglasses sliding with a crooked smile. Child at the door in the pouring ring. Asking permission like it's some kind of game. Inside is breaking, they can't stay quiet. The files are bleeding under red carpet riot. You feel it in your bones, the primal fear. Something older than the stars are standing there. Once you see the pattern, it's carved in your mind. No going back, you've been mocked by the cat. And they walk among it, truth breaks every wall. Congressmen whispering in the marble halls, crooched on the road, watching empires fall. Exes dropping bombs from the Israeli sky. In the ground bases where the red dust lies. Big all those families chasing what we fear. Illusondos speaking what the clearance won't clear. Doors carved perfect in the martial stone. Master caused it fracture, we call it home. Outdated clothes, whispering your name. 6 to 16 with that polite dread. Please let us in. We can't come unless you set eyes like endless voice, no light, no soul. Brian Bethel ran when the terror took hold. It's drawing closer every yeah. You feel it in your balls, the primal fear. Something older than the stars are standing near. Once you see the pattern, it's caught in your mind. Not going back, you've been locked by that walk along.

SPEAKER_01 36:34

Five years old Clothing store light, she pulled her glasses down in the dead of night. Solid black voids where the soul should be that stare still burns inside of me. Now the two drinks with their polite lies under blood red.

SPEAKER_02 37:03

They walk a moment.