The Mysterious Man Who Made Contact from the Edge of a Lake Erie Rabbit Hole

By B.A. Crisp

Where the Lake Starts Lying

Lake Erie is one of those places that messes with your mind.

Stand on the Ohio shoreline at the right hour, after the sun sets, and the horizon plays tricks on you.

Airplanes become floating spheres. Boats become stars. Stars become boats. The water reflects whatever the heavens are doing and then adds its own magic.

Around the Great Lakes, the old legends of the Iroquois and Wyandot peoples were filled with sky worlds, thunder beings, lake dragons, giants, and strange powers in the forests and fields moving beyond ordinary sight.

Their traditions tell of Stone Coats—huge, dangerous beings with bodies as hard as rock—along with Flying Heads, sometimes with wings or talons, horned serpents, little people, and star-lore tied to the Pleiades.

These were not “UFO” or “Bigfoot” stories in any modern tabloid sense, but they show that Indigenous people of from this region preserved a rich world of supernatural encounters.

If you live near a Great Lake, you know this: it does more than lay idle. It occasionally broods. Sometimes it glows. It throws weather, fog, rumors, and sometimes, a fish the size of a state scandal.

So, when people along Lake Erie began reporting strange lights over the water—silent spheres and orbs lingering where nothing should linger, then vanishing without a trace—it was easy to see why the videos we captured went viral.

Ohioans know their sky. And sometimes the sky does weird things. That is where our story begins: with a group of unrelated yet interconnected Ohioans holding cameras or phones, sharing online content, and breathlessly exclaiming, “Has anyone else see this?”

Then a Man Called Bordon Appeared

Someone answered. His name—or the name he used—was A.R. Bordon. Then another man, allegedly from BAASS, arrived, asking questions. The military showed up too.

Depending on which corner of the internet you wander into, Bordon was a scientist, a contactee, a member of a shadowy research circle, a participant in the mysterious NSA “Labyrinth Group,” or a pseudonymous figure connected to COIAST and LPG-C, the Life Physics Group–California.

He used words like “Idiomaterial.” “Biomind.” “Overfunction.” “Nonlocal consciousness.” “Neurosensing.” “T-Boundary.”

He sometimes sounded less like an engineer or physicist and more like a TED Talk given by a retired science and technology director boasting a quartz crystal collection.

The Government-Shaped Shadow in the Story

Gary Hernandez was the alleged contractor from BAASS. He told one contactee that private contractors working with the government were probing around the Great Lakes for energy anomalies. Little is known about him. A FOIA request is pending.

To be fair, the writings attributed to LPG-C were real. The group had essays, terminology, theories, psychotropic/psionic technology, and a stated interest in consciousness, remote perception, human potential, and the relationship between mind and matter. That much is documented. So, why was A.R. Bordon and crew interested in Lake Erie spheres?

What has never been substantiated—at least not in the public domain—is the grander claim that A.R. Bordon was part of an NSA-linked secret group known as the Labyrinth, or that LPG-C was a front for an intelligence operation, or that the Lake Erie orbs were evidence of some cosmic disclosure project.

And yet, the story still stands at the intersection of several things real enough to make the unreal plausible—or at least negotiable.

For example, remote viewing was real as a government-funded research topic. The CIA, DIA, Army, and contractors did investigate psychic spying under programs eventually associated with names like STARGATE. Most official assessments were not flattering. And some people got hurt. Or worse.

“Interesting, but not useful” is a rough translation of the bureaucratic shrug when the programs were allegedly shuttered twenty years and millions of dollars later. Still, the program existed…ahem…exists.

We all know that covert influence programs are real. MKULTRA was real. COINTELPRO was real.

Intelligence agencies have, in fact, manipulated people, seeded narratives, secretly watched communities, and studied belief systems for decades. This is the point-of-agreement shared between well-meaning disclosure folks and counter-intelligence groups. Likewise, UFO mythology has long been tangled up with government secrecy.

So, when a pseudonymous “scientist” suddenly appears near a person filming strange lights over Lake Erie, and that scientist seems to validate the witness, correspond with him or her, and fold his or her experience into a larger cosmology, it’s probably a good idea to ask some questions:

What if this is a fringe group?

What if this is a psyops test or experiment?

What if remote viewing and UFO belief were being used as tools of propaganda, not truths?

What if rural Ohio, with its open skies, tight communities, long winters, and appetite for wonder, made a perfect human laboratory?

That last theory is tempting and dangerous. Not dangerous because it is impossible. Dangerous because it is too easy.

Consequently, a decent researcher works like a junk drawer. He or she pulls in everything: strange lights, government documents, old intelligence programs, pseudonyms, dead links, missing records, ancient ruins, private emails, and one guy dubbed “Fifteen” who sounds like he was either running a black-budget program or selling psilocybin mushrooms behind a Cleveland gas station.

But there is another possibility. Maybe A.R. Bordon was not an intelligence officer. Maybe he was a believer. Maybe LPG-C was not a government front, but a small circle of intelligent, eccentric, spiritually hungry people who all happened to be engineers with high-level clearances. Maybe they were trying to understand a weird phenomenon big enough to contain their newly discovered shock and awe.

Maybe they borrowed the language of physics, intelligence work, remote viewing, and ancient astronaut lore because those were the mythic tools lying around their office in Virginia—I mean, California.

That does not mean nothing happened over Lake Erie. Something happened. Strange orbs were filmed. People saw things. Other people, with clearances and a ‘need-to-know’ showed up to question people who saw things they didn’t want to know. The military closed some roads. Things and people were moved, tested, or confiscated. Stuff happened.

Most explanations, seeded or not, were mundane: aircraft, atmospheric distortion, reflections, boats, drones, celestial bodies, military activity, camera artifacts.

But many sightings, to this day, remain unresolved. And some people refuse to talk about what happened to them or how they were treated. A few wound up institutionalized.

Unexplained Is Not the Same as Alien

Unresolved doesn’t mean extraterrestrial or that we have closure. Additionally, unexplained does not mean such sightings or contactees are immediately assigned to the CIA’s ‘mystical-consciousness-division’.

Likewise, a man using pseudonyms and carrying a file full of fancy credentials should not be considered automatically credible simply because he knows how to make civilian mind training sound like a classified intelligence briefing.

The Seduction of Special Knowledge

Still, the emails and physical contacts to a few Ohioans who saw something in the skies over Lake Erie matters. Because even if there was no formal psyops in play, the outreach makes for fascinating study and concern.

Imagine you are an unknown person in Ohio who has recorded or witnessed or experienced high strangeness. You are not famous. You are not powerful. You have no access to elite institutions or people who work in them.

And suddenly, practically overnight, you’re smart…as in…going from almost dead last in your class to valedictorian status…or having tumors burst into spontaneous remission. Or composing piano masterpieces. Or creating fantastic geometric sculptures when you’ve never taken an art class.

Then someone mysterious and outwardly important arrives at your door—someone with credentials, or the posture of credentials—and tells you that your footage/material/research/special gifts matter. More than that, you matter.

You are not just a person with a camera or a supernatural ability. You are a node. A contactee. A witness. A chosen participant in a story that began before you were born, one that extends beyond human history.

That is powerful stuff.

Being Human

People do not have to be gullible to be moved by that. They only have to be human. Even people trained in psyops fall for psyops, because we all want our lives to mean something.

We want our strange experiences to be taken seriously. We want to believe the universe noticed us and sent a message—preferably one that offers some sense of purpose, if not outright exaltation.

That is why stories about UAP’s, the supernatural, abductions, and unsanctioned secret experiments possess emotional gravity. It is not just about orbs or aliens or abductions. It is about compassion, recognition, and human dignity. But mostly it is about getting answers to one of the universe’s grandest mysteries: Why are we here? What is our purpose? Are we alone? (We are not.)

A government psyop involving Lake Erie residents would not need to convince people of every detail. It would only need to give them a role inside an unfolding myth. It might claim: You saw something because you were meant to see it. You are not random. Your footage is not random. Your life is not random. You are special. You have abilities. You are ‘chosen’.

That is manipulation and it is a temptation—one that every storyteller and counter intel person understands. That is one of the quieter harms. Intelligence officers often take sacred spaces already rich with history and use them as props in psyops.

Ohioans, or any other state citizenry, should not be treated like a petri dish of yokels receiving a cosmic sales pitch.

Places and people are already interesting enough on their own. Get their stories. Validate their experiences. Refrain from mind fucking.

The Great Lakes spheres and its contactees remain useful when we ask more questions.

Who benefits when ordinary, everyday, hard-working solid witnesses are pulled into extraordinary circumstances?

How is personalized unsolicited contact used to extract information and what is done with or to that person or information?

When does one person’s wonder, theories, or gifts become another’s arrogance or exploitation?

And what happens when government creates so much illusion and distrust that their fictions alter a legitimate trail?

That, to me, is the heart of the A.R. Bordon/Lake Erie story—and to a greater extent, UAP disclosure. Each live in the fog between sincerity, truth, lies, and manipulation, between weird lights and grand conclusions. Between the lonely person secretly harboring a genuine experience and the badge wielding stranger who suddenly pops in and says, “You are part of something bigger.”

Some of the orbs over Lake Erie were aircraft. Others were not. And a few people will never be the same. They are different. Changed.

A.R. Bordon, whoever he was, portrayed himself as a scientist, a mystic, a recruiter, and an engineer who understood that experimentation is easier to sell when you package it as secret or forbidden knowledge and forget to mention informed consent.

Where Curiosity Becomes Captivity

And I’m convinced that the most dangerous sentence uttered in any mystery is: “Only I can tell you what this means.” That is the dangerous line where curiosity crosses into captivity.

Unexplained phenomena seem best approached the way you cruise along a dark road at night: headlights on, speed reasonable, and one eye open for deer. Especially in Ohio. And don’t drink and drive.

Here is my question for you:

When something unexplained happens, how should we honor the witness, without surrendering our judgment to the first social media influencer or psyops person who shows up, claiming to have the answers to the biggest secret ever?