Disclosure?
Gary Brandt expands his universe magnificently in this episode from The Dimension Of Mind Dot Com when Roxana ditches the mountain hiking trip to crash Mr.
Danvers' UFO disclosure group, armed with pizza and a brilliant Catholic perspective that turns conventional alien theories on their heads.
While the other girls are freezing their butts off on a mountaintop funeral pyre ritual, Roxana casually drops theological bombshells on skeptics Bill and Jennifer, explaining that ...
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The Danvers’ living room is quiet, the October light fading into early November dusk.
Roxana curls up on the couch, her face drawn, as Mr. Danvers pauses in the doorway, keys in hand. “Roxana, I thought you were hiking the mountain with the girls?” he asks. “They left,” Roxana says, her voice soft.
“I stayed behind.
The funeral’s emotions drained me.
I need alone time.” “Need a ride home?” Mr. Danvers asks. “It’s two houses down,” Roxana says, smiling faintly.
“Can I stay here?” “Sure,” he says.
“I’ve got a group over tonight.
You’re welcome to join.” “Your UFO group?” Roxana asks, eyebrow raised. “Disclosure discussion,” he confirms.
“Want in?” “I might say something upsetting,” Roxana says.
“I’d have to watch my words.” “Someone’s always upset,” Mr. Danvers says, laughing.
“As long as it’s not classified, you’re fine.
It could be fun.” “Okay, I’ll join for a bit,” Roxana says.
“Did you order pizza?” “About to,” he says.
“What else?” “Wings, breadsticks, onion rings, fried zucchini, extra ranch,” Roxana lists. “Yes, ma’am, the works,” Mr. Danvers says.
“How you eat twice my weight and stay so slim is beyond me.” --- ### UFO Disclosure Group The dining room buzzes with the UFO disclosure group, pizza boxes stacked high, the air tangy with marinara and ranch.
Bill Johnson, a grizzled skeptic, leans back in his chair. “Five percent, max,” Bill says.
“The rest is nonsense.
Year after year, ‘disclosure’s imminent.’ It’s 2025, and still nothing but the same old lies.” “Disinformation, delusion, or clickbait,” Jennifer Mason adds.
“Decades on, this community still falls for it.
You sift through to find the bits that hold up.” “There’s a kid here, Bill,” Mary Johnson says.
“Watch your language.” “Don’t mind me,” Roxana says, grabbing a wing.
“I agree with Mr.
Johnson—it’s mostly nonsense.” “How old are you, sweetie?” Mary asks.
“Any ET experiences?” “Fifteen,” Roxana says.
“And yes, plenty.” “Careful, Roxana,” Mr. Danvers warns. “It’s fine, Dad,” Roxana says, grinning.
“I’m Catholic, once considered being a nun.
I’ve experienced God, Jesus, angels, and a few demons.
None are from Earth, so aren’t they ETs? If the Bible’s right, ETs have been here as long as humans.” “We know Jesus and angels,” Bill says.
“But have you met them face-to-face? That’s the disclosure we want—up close.” “Jesus is here now,” Roxana says.
“I feel Him.
Demons? Met them in dreams—Jesus chased them off.
Angels? Met one in the flesh, awake.
It’s my private disclosure.
I can’t prove it.” “That’s key,” Jennifer says.
“Millions have private disclosures—sightings, contacts, abductions.
Maybe that’s all we get, one person at a time.
Mass disclosure might never happen.” “For this group,” Mr. Danvers says, “we focus on mass disclosure.
Private ones vary, subjective.
Mass disclosure would be one story, undeniable, for everyone.” “Pressuring governments and military hasn’t worked,” Brenda Gonzales says.
“It’s not our choice—it’s the visitors’.
They could’ve disclosed a thousand years ago or today.
They choose not to.” “Mass disclosure happened millennia ago,” Jennifer says.
“They were gods, walking among us.
As technology surged in the Renaissance, they retreated, revealing themselves only to a few.” “Follow the money,” Bill says.
“Who profits from disclosure? Not visitors, government, or military.
It’s us, the little people, but we lack the trillions to force it.
For true disclosure, it must profit the powerful or cost them if they hide it.” “Exactly,” Mr. Danvers says.
“The UFO narrative, like global warming or opioids, is politicized and monetized.
We need a narrative where disclosure is the only path to profit.
I can’t crack it, but let’s put it in our collective consciousness and see what emerges.” “Roxana, does the Catholic Church believe in UFOs as aliens?” Jennifer asks. “The Vatican archives have centuries of UFO documents,” Roxana says.
“I don’t know their conclusions, but aliens aren’t just from other planets.
They could be spirits, interdimensional beings, time travelers—things we can’t imagine.
Many don’t need ships.
Maybe they’ve always been here, unseen.
The Church sees them as God’s children, some righteous, some evil, like us.” “Religions worldwide mention star visitors,” Jennifer says.
“But we need hard evidence now—who they are, why they’re here.
As a spacefaring species, we need their technology to survive our planet’s crises.” “If they wanted to share, they would’ve by now,” Mary says.
“Are they waiting for profit, like Bill said?” “Disclosure comes when Jesus returns,” Roxana says.
“He’ll separate the sheep from the goats, sending most visitors away.
That could be 2,000 years off—or 20,000.
Until then, only private disclosures.” “Your Catholic perspective’s unique, Roxana,” Brenda says.
“I’d love to talk with a visitor.” “It’s tough,” Roxana says.
“I’m a sensitive empath, like many my age.
I feel Jesus, recognize angels in human form, sense visitors.
Their thoughts are alien—so different we lack words to connect.
They’re often machine-like, emotionless, finding our feelings baffling.
That’s why mass disclosure hasn’t happened.” “Describe the difference,” Mr. Danvers says. “Imagine an island culture,” Roxana says.
“Their life is fishing, hunting, farming, watching weather, worshipping water spirits.
Their language only covers that.
Try discussing anything else—they can’t grasp it.
Visitors are like that—their existence, beliefs, tech are beyond our words.
We’re a mystery to them too.
Disclosure’s impossible.” “Not all are like that,” Brenda says.
“Some are like us, right?” “Some *are* us,” Roxana says.
“Not everyone in this town was born on Earth.
Hybrids exist too—humans tweaked to bridge us and them.” “Robert!” Jennifer exclaims.
“You’ve hidden this girl from us? How does she know this?” “I’m as shocked as you,” Mr. Danvers says.
“Roxana’s Aileen’s best friend, like a sister.
I knew she studied esoteric texts for her faith, but not this depth about visitors.” “Is Aileen a sensitive empath?” Brenda asks. “Yes,” Roxana says.
“So are Ella, Patricia, Margaret.
We meditate together to hone our skills.” “What’s a sensitive versus intuitive empath?” Mary asks. “A sensitive feels, hears, or smells emotions, connecting deeply,” Roxana says.
“An intuitive interprets, reading body language, but that’s risky.
Intuition blends with imagination, potentially channeling harmful entities.
As a Christian, I stick to sensitivity.
Intuition needs caution to avoid deception.” “You’re incredible,” Mary says.
“Kids today are different—advanced.
Disclosure isn’t from politicians or military; it’s through our children, right here.” “It’s also at UFO hotspots, vortexes,” Brenda says.
“But their videos show lights blinking, not true disclosure.
I want them to land, step out, engage.” “Would you and your friends join our group?” Bill asks.
“Your perspective’s vital.
We’ll buy all the pizza you can eat.” “My friends wouldn’t be comfortable,” Roxana says.
“I’ll drop in when I’m here.
Speaking of pizza, it’s ready—let’s eat.” --- ### Base Camp The mountain’s base camp crackles with a bonfire, its glow warming the chilly November night.
Commander Beaker and his twin daughters, Jennifer and Chloe, watch as the girls pile Bobby’s clothes and books onto the pyre. “What’s the bonfire for, Dad?” Jennifer asks. “A ritual,” Beaker says.
“Janet lost her son, Bobby, Helana’s secret love.
They believe burning his items releases them to heaven, sending them to him.” “That’s silly,” Jennifer says.
“They’re just tossing shoes and shirts in?” “I don’t buy the heaven part either,” Beaker says.
“But it’s their belief.
Burning helps them find closure.
Losing a child is unimaginable—we give them this to heal.” “When you die, Dad, I’m not burning your stuff,” Jennifer says.
“I’m selling it.” “Secondhand stores won’t take his clothes,” Chloe says.
“Not trendy enough.” --- ### The Peak The mountain peak is a frozen expanse, stars sharp above the girls’ camp.
Ella and Aileen huddle in a two-person sleeping bag, the wind howling outside their tent. “You’re so tiny, Aileen,” Ella says, shivering.
“You don’t warm me like Helana.” “You two get hot together,” Aileen teases. “Stop it,” Ella says.
“We’re not lovers.
Girls can be intimate without it being sexual.” “I’m kidding,” Aileen says.
“Everyone thinks we’re gay anyway—no boyfriends, just secret ones.
Hence the two-person bags.
Does that bug you?” “Nah,” Ella says.
“They won’t stone us like old times.” “Jealous that Helana’s with Patricia tonight?” Aileen asks. “No,” Ella says.
“Patricia’s one of us.
I’d be pissed if it was some random girl.
They bonded when Patricia guided her back from the other side.” “Patricia powered up those hills,” Aileen says.
“So delicate, yet strong.
Alien genetics?” “Must be,” Ella says.
“That straw hat looked goofy, but her skin needs it.” “Someday we’ll have husbands, maybe not even in the same city,” Aileen says.
“I want that, but I’m scared it’ll break our connection.” “I’ve been thinking about that,” Ella says.
“Helana says time and space are illusions—we’re always in the ‘here and now,’ in God’s mind.
We should meditate separately to connect there.
Let’s try tonight, reaching Roxana and Margaret.” “When we meditated with Helana and Patricia, did you see the other side?” Aileen asks. “Just fog and emptiness,” Ella says.
“A bus stop in a desert—nothing but a sign.
Not like Helana’s mom’s beach party with sand and trees.” “What about Beaker’s twins?” Aileen asks. “Pretty, nice enough,” Ella says.
“But empty.
All jobs, boyfriends, clothes, cars—robot girls.
Society does that, turns people into workers and spenders.
I hope we never do.” “We’d have without Helana,” Aileen says.
“Thank God for her.
I’m sleepy—Beaker’s feast stuffed me.
Love you.” “Love you too,” Ella says, drifting off. --- Ella’s bedroom is warm, the November night crisp outside.
At 9:00 PM MST on an early November Sunday in 2025, she opens her diary, sore but reflective.
Dear Diary, Back from hiking that stupid mountain.
It was kinda fun, though.
Met Beaker’s daughters, Margaret’s age.
We couldn’t say much—just Navy ROTC kids to them.
They’re stuck-up, into their own world.
No connection. Roxana’s been blabbing to Mr. Danvers’ UFO group.
They want us to join—not happening.
She’ll get us in trouble preaching Jesus.
Aileen and I meant to meditate with her from the peak, but we crashed. Spent time with Helana—she’s slowly herself again.
I missed her so much.
Didn’t realize how deep her love for Bobby was, like losing a husband.
We meditated on the mountain, sharing her grief.
It spread the pain, easing her load.
Wish Roxana was there—she’d love seeing the other side. Janet’s cool.
She knows Helana’s ours first—won’t steal her. I’m sore from miles of hills.
The peak was freezing—don’t climb mountains in November! It’s not tall, but cold as hell up there.
Need sleep. Goodnight, Diary.
Episode 32 — *“Disclosure?”* — delivers one of the most *grounded yet cosmic* installments in *Ella’s Story*. Rather than focusing on interdimensional spies or psychic missions, this episode contrasts two vivid experiences: an evening at a **UFO disclosure meeting** full of real-world speculation and a **mountain bonfire ritual** meant to release a loved one’s spirit. Gary Brandt wonderfully balances humorous dialogue, theological reflection, and sincere attempts to grapple with mystery and meaning.
--- ## 📖 **Story Arc Summary**The chapter begins with **Roxana choosing not to join the hiking trip** with her friends; instead, she ends up across the street in Mr. Danvers’ living room with his **UFO disclosure group**. There’s pizza, wings, and a roomful of skeptics and believers debating *when — or if — aliens will ever officially be revealed to the public*. When Roxana shares her own experiences — tying angels, demons, and spiritual encounters to what some call extraterrestrial visitation — the discussion takes on both humor and genuine depth.
Meanwhile, the rest of the group is on the mountain for a **bonfire ritual**, burning Bobby’s belongings in the hope of symbolically sending his essence to heaven. Commander Beaker explains the emotional and cultural value of the ritual even if he himself is skeptical, underscoring that *healing needs forms we understand personally and symbolically*.
Later, at the **mountain peak**, Ella and Aileen share warmth, jokes, and intimate reflections about the future, about connection, and about the fear of becoming disconnected from what truly matters in life. Their diary entry at night brings closure to the day: tired, reflective, grateful for Helana’s gradual return of spirit, and intimate in its honesty.
--- ## 💬 **Favorite Quotes**“As long as it’s not classified, you’re fine. It could be fun.”
This line summed up the tone perfectly — casual curiosity mixed with the intrigue of the unknown.
“I’ve experienced God, Jesus, angels, and a few demons. None are from Earth, so aren’t they ETs?”
Roxana’s Catholic perspective on UFOs was unexpected and *deeply thought-provoking* — reframing “extraterrestrials” in a theological light rather than just sci-fi speculation.
“Mass disclosure would require undeniable evidence for everyone.”
That insight — honest, humble, and realistic — felt like one of the most grounded lines in any discussion about UFOs I’ve read in fiction.
“When you die, Dad, I’m not burning your stuff — I’m selling it.”
Young humor amidst grief — it made me laugh and also recognize how people *joke to cope*.
“Society does that — turns people into workers and spenders. I hope we never do.”
Ella’s thought about avoiding becoming “robot girls” was *so real* and unexpectedly deep — especially in a chapter about UFOs and rituals.
--- ## 😲 **Unsuspected Plot Twists**This episode stood out because it juxtaposed two very different but deeply human ways of processing mystery and pain: **scientific curiosity versus spiritual meaning**. On one side, Roxana courageously shares her faith-infused belief system at a skeptical UFO meeting, offering bold statements about angels, demons, and spirits that aren’t just sci-fi but spirituality reframed. On the other, the mountain camp ritual with Bobby’s belongings shows how grief slips into *symbolic action* to help people *feel* release, even if nothing mystical happens externally.
The dialogue between Ella and Aileen — warm, teasing, honest — was a highlight. Their conversation about not becoming “robot girls” and reflecting on connection versus conformity was unexpectedly moving. It reminded me that *the emotional core of this series is always the girls’ relationships with each other*, even when the story marches through military, supernatural, or theological terrain.
Even the humor — teasing about pizza, about ceremony differences, about tents and sleeping bags — served as a relief valve for big ideas and heavy emotions. **This balance of deep themes and tender human moments** is what makes this chapter feel so real and resonant.
--- ## 🎯 **Final Thoughts***“Disclosure?”* is a thoughtful, warm, and surprisingly insightful chapter that brings the *largeness of cosmic questions down to living room pizza and mountain bonfires*. Gary Brandt shows that *disclosure* doesn’t have to mean alien landings or classified leaks — sometimes it means opening up conversations about belief, identity, and how we interpret the unknown.
Overall Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ — A heartfelt, funny, philosophical episode that feels *both grounded and mysterious*, and one that resonates long after reading.
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