A number of people have reported strange and unusual activities
surrounding one of the mountains of the Cascade range of northern
California... Mt. Lassen.
These reports suggest that this area may in fact be a 'battle-ground'
between benevolent and malevolent powers. Some have stated that
there is an 'alien' atmosphere about the place, others have described
strange 'voices' which seem to come from nowhere, while still others
have described 'showers' of rocks ranging in size from small pea-like
pebbles to basketball-size stones, in a few cases. This phenomena
'might' result from volcanic activity, then again, it might not. It
is interesting that several people who have had 'close encounters'
with reptiloids have stated that throwing rocks - sometimes with
deadly force - is one strategy used by the reptiloids to discourage
curious humans from invading 'their' territory. At the same time,
these creatures apparently have little or no problem with invading
There have even been other reports suggesting that there is a
'base' near Mt. Lassen in which reptiloid activity is taking place,
and has been for some time - activity involving a group of humans
who have allowed themselves to fall under the 'spell' or the control
of the serpent race, and are serving their cause. The account which
we will describe shortly was released by Val Valerian in June of
1992, and appeared in the 'LEADING EDGE' magazine. This report
describes what appear to be human-sized reptilians (who might, with
some alterations, be able to pass themselves off as humans?) or
reptiloids that appear to be extremely dangerous and threatening.
In fact there are other accounts that suggest that the human-sized
[and larger] reptiloids absolutely despise humanity and - unlike
the more 'intellectually indifferent' saurian grays -- have been
seen to express deep rage, anger, hatred, impudence and an almost
demonic contempt for the human race. The Grays' form of "enmity"
against the human race is on the other extreme from that of the
'Reptoids', and consists of absolute indifference to human life or
suffering, however total indifference can be just as destructive
to humankind as is the raging, vicious hatred expressed by the
larger reptilian predators that act as overseers to the grays.
This is why the saurian grays can dip their arms in a tank full
of dismembered human corpses that are being mixed with hydrogen
peroxide for their protein and enzymatic content, and rub this
substance over their bodies without the slightest twinge of
The grays normally come from deep space, far from the multi-
dimensional densities of earth, therefore they have become
incarnations of the extremes of intellectual indifference.
The reptiloids dwell deep within the earth, where the dense
energies of the physical-material realm produce the opposite
extremes of emotional animosity. Both species are the end
results of intellectual and emotional energies taken to the
extremes, on either side of the golden mean.
As we've said, insectilian indifference can be just as
destructive as all-out draconian malevolence. In this event,
one should not consider the grays as being any better nor
benevolent than the 'reptilioids', simply because the extra-
terrestrial grays are far more intellectually oriented - and
much more emotionless - than are their larger sub-terranean
neo-saurian cousins. Since the reptilian hierarchy operates
on fear, competition, ego, and absolute control, there will
nevertheless be accounts such as the one following which
indicate that the lower levels of the reptilian hierarchy
are fearful of the higher ups. This is undoubtedly due to
the fact that execution is sometimes used to maintain obedience
among the lower hierarchies by making examples out of certain
members that do not fall "in line" with the agenda (this tension
between the different reptilian "classes" may be used to human
advantage in the future).
The hu-brids (human-hybrids possessing a human soul as opposed
to the re-brids or reptilian-hybrids which possess no soul-matrix)
would be another story altogether. There is much evidence that
these beings who are bred for slavery from birth are themselves
being kept in subjection through fear and intimidation and possibly
even the threat of death. In this case, many of the 'hybrid'
species might be convinced to choose in favor of their human-DNA
nature as opposed to their reptilian DNA nature. There is also
evidence that many if not most of these hubrids are inwardly in
opposition to the indifferent grays and the malevolent reptiloids.
Val Valerian introduces the woman who experienced an encounter
with the "aliens" near Mt. Lassen, in the following words:
"The case of this San Francisco woman is highly illustrative of
the abduction situation... This kind lady came to me recently for
assistance and is in the process of receiving it. Her case is
detailed below in the hope that it will contribute toward additional
research in this area. Her name is understandably withheld to
We will quote only portions of this lengthy account of a possible
encounter with a group of people ['horlocks'? - see the account
given of two men who claimed to have actually went INSIDE Mt. Lassen
several years before, which will quote later on in this article]
under Reptilian control:
"...I described an experience I had remembered in re-occurring
flashbacks WHICH TOOK PLACE IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE NEAR MT. LASSEN,
CALIFORNIA. I believe the year was 1969 or 1970. What happened
there had a profound effect on my life, in a VERY NEGATIVE way.
"...I am a 31 year old woman living in the city of San Francisco.
For the past 2 years I have been living in a nightmare of sleepless
nights, hellish dreams, strange dreams in which the information
'given' in the dream 'comes true', what I can only describe as
ominous coincidences and manifestations of a paranormal nature,
unusual sensations during sleep (when I do sleep)... and to top
it off, a slow but steady flow of bizarre memories in the form of
intense flashbacks and nightmares (which reoccur constantly) of
events going all the way back to my early childhood.
"I can mark the beginning of all this 'trouble' to a Saturday even-
ing in July of 1988 when, while at work, I witnessed a luminous ball
of light make a dramatic entrance and exit, stopping long enough to
'visit' with us (I had five witnesses in the room with me).
"From... October of 1990 right up through last weekend before I
heard you speak I had been living with a kaleidoscope of images
and memories of bizarre encounters and topsy-turvy like interactions
with apparently non-human beings, none of which made any sense
"While you were speaking it felt as if little bells were going off
in my head. I could hardly believe that you were describing certain
things that I thought (and hoped) only existed in my mind! I have
spent the last 2 years of my life trying to convince my therapist
that little GREY CREATURES had repeatedly visited me as a child and
on at least one occasion, while I was staying at a cabin in the
woods with my parents, they brought me to their 'ship' where other
(different looking) beings along with human beings (earth people)
did all kinds of crazy things including what I refer to; for lack
of a better explanation, as 'splitting my mind'. The closest
description I could give to explain the above stated term would
be that I experienced something akin to INDUCED PSYCHOSIS.
"This event occurred when I was eight, possibly nine years old.
While I have yet to undergo hypnosis, I have many memories which
are very fragmented and blocked. Although the above mentioned
experience is perhaps the most traumatic, a lot of vivid images
and details are somewhat clear. I have a distinct memory of being
made to lay on a table and having what I thought was a three-
pronged fork stuck in my lower back (right next to my spine) and
a smaller one stuck in the back of my [a word is apparently left
out here... 'neck'?] directly vertical to the one in my back. I
have the scars (both of triangular shaped patterns) to match the
memory. I remember looking up at different colored lights that
kept changing and feeling OK one minute and screaming in agony
the next. I remember someone talking to me but I could not see
them. I'm not sure how much of this is in sequence as I have not
remembered it that way. I remember screaming because I really
thought (and felt) like I was falling through a crack in the Earth,
then some people came in and told me that I could stop screaming
because it wasn't happening anymore. I remember awkward things,
like a door opening when it wasn't supposed to and seeing human
beings on the other side and someone saying 'sh*t!' or something
close to that word. I remember a bunch of beings in some kind of
outfits and because I'm screaming so loudly one of them takes off
this 'head-piece' (like some kind of fire personnel wear) and I
stop screaming because I see that it is a woman, but then I hear
a man's voice yelling at her and making her put it back on her
head. I remember a lot of screaming, but it did not do much good.
At one point, after I had been on the table for awhile with the
'forks' plugged into my back (I also remember this voice I couldn't
see saying the same things over and over and over again and I
remember repeating it back to him -- most of which I cannot remember)
the one I call the 'head doctor' came in to check on me (I was very
sick, maybe even drugged) and he now had on a shiny dark blue overalls
with an insignia above his chest (the insignia consisted of an outline
of a man or a being with a line down through the middle of it, and
the left half of the figure was black or dark while the right side
was light). I remember a whole set of separate interactions with
the 'aliens'; of 'playing' with a strange looking one I thought was
a child, of being shown a dead squirrel and being asked to touch
it, of being given 'information' while looking into the eyes of one
of the grays (this information, what I can remember, appears to
involve future events in my own life and also in the world including
what appears to be some sort of global disaster). I also remember
one of the greys asking something from me and I agreed to it --
whatever it is, I cannot remember. I REMEMBER MEETING A 'GREY' WITH
ORANGE-RED EYES THAT HAD SLITS DOWN THE MIDDLE... and all the other
greys were afraid of this one. Perhaps the most disturbing thing
I remember is of a group of three or so beings with long blue capes
and faces I cannot remember, coming in twice to stick a 'pea up my
nose'. When I had this particular flashback several months ago I
swear to you I physically re-experienced what that felt like!
"...I believe I may have one of those implants that you spoke
about at your workshop. I have checked on the roof of my mouth
and did see what looks like needle marks as you suggested during
your talk. I have experienced some strange things going on with
my body lately and I find myself feeling compelled to do certain
things -- especially like going to certain locations; most recently
all the way to Arizona! I do not wish to continue living like I
have been for the past four years [Note: she also explained that
the controllers motivated her into studying "Zen Buddhism" at the
age of 12, and at age 20 she had come to the point of advanced Zen
meditation. Could this be an attempt on the part of the controllers
to train her to place herself into an altered state of consciousness,
one in which she could, with the help of the implant(s), be all-the-
easier influenced mentally? Many occult lodges attempt to get the
initiate to surrender to certain spiritual entities by teaching
them a form of "meditation" which involves "blanking out" the mind,
of "letting go", or "giving up" willful control over oneself to
the some invisible guide or guides. As they say, nature hates a
vacuum, and if a human surrenders control of their own mind and
thoughts, then "something else" is bound to take control].
"...I have called all over the country and found support groups,
but none in my area. I even asked Mr. Budd Hopkins if he would
see me, but he became rather unenthusiastic when I insisted there
were human beings in my memories (he does not believe there are
humans involved/working with 'aliens'). He promised to put me in
touch with 'his people' working in San Francisco, but as of yet...
I have not heard from him.
"I don't mean to complain, but I guess I just wanted to convey
my level of frustration.
"...You mentioned in your talk a woman researcher in Hawaii
(you did not say her name) who claims to have had success in
locating and deactivating these various implants. You mentioned
she had some kind of instrument available that could detect these
things. I would greatly appreciate it if you could tell me how to
get in touch with her. If you could send me her name and address
or phone number or the name and address of anybody you think might
be able to help me at any level -- if you know anyone in my area
who works with people like me -- I would also appreciate their
name(s). You mentioned that in England they have extracted some
implants, do you know who and where? I feel as though I've been
brainwashed and need to be 'de-programmed' but I can't seem to
convince anybody that any of this really happened....well I did
convince one person, unfortunately he's an optometrist. I guess
I find that to be really funny, but I'm not sure why.
"I am willing to go anywhere inside or outside of the country. I
do not have a lot of money, but I do have some resources available
Unfortunately, this woman is not the only one in this desperate
situation. Who out there has the compassion and the means to
help these people? If your out there and have the medical or
therapeutic skills which are being denied to so many abductees,
then we ENCOURAGE you to use your talents to help these victims
and (if possible) aid them in the removal of the implants which
have been used by the 'aliens' as thought control mechanisms.
Others may be able to assist in their psychological "de-programming"
of the alter-hypno-subliminal "instructions" which may have been
implanted within their fragmented subconscious as well. Many have
indicated that their lives have been all but sabotaged emotionally,
mentally, and even physically by these implants, which 'serve' as
a 'back door' for the aliens to invade a human mind and influence
or manipulate their victims' thoughts patterns in such a way as
to accommodate their other-worldly agenda...
Mt. Lassen is a dormant volcano, part of the Cascade range of
California, Oregon, Washington and southwestern Canada. There is
evidence that a prehistoric race, possibly akin to the Murians and
Atlans, had conquered the interior of the earth in the most distant
past, having left the evidence of their ancient presence deep within
the subterranean recesses of the earth, to be found later by humans
and aliens alike. Some of these humans who -- apparently highly
motivated members of occult fraternities seeking out the 'secret
science' of the ancients -- found their way into the depths, and
inevitably came under the mental control of the reptilian humanoids,
as is suggested by the previous case, and also by the following
one as well.
Some years ago a man by the name of Ralph B. Fields submitted the
following account to AMAZING STORIES scifi/scifact Magazine (Dec.
1946 issue, pp. 155-157), with the assurance that it was true and
actually occurred just as written. Although caution and an analytical
mind should be in order when dealing with these kinds of claims,
the following report nevertheless seems to tie-in with the previous
account given by the anonymous woman who contacted Val Valerian
[John Grace] following her abductions near Mt. Lassen. Mr. Fields
"...In beginning this narrative and the unexplained events that
befell my friend and myself, I offer no explanation, nor do I
even profess to offer any reason. In fact, I have yet to find
a clue that will, even in part, offer any explanation whatever.
Yet as it did happen, there must be some rhyme or reason to the
whole thing. It may be that someone can offer some helpful
information to a problem that just should not exist in these
times of enlightenment.
"To begin with, if we had not been reading an article in a
magazine telling us about the great value of guano (bat droppings
in old caves, which are considered to be an extremely effective
fertilizer) that have accumulated over a great number of years,
we would have continued to wend our merry way through life without
ever having a thing to worry about.
"But having read the article as we were at the time living near
a small town called Manten in Tehama County, California, we
thought that that would be a good country to explore for a
possible find to this kind. After talking it over for some time
and as we had plenty of time just then, we decided to take a
little trip up the country just back of us. As we were almost
at the foot of Mount Lassen, that seemed the best place to conduct
our little prospecting tour.
"So collecting a light camping outfit, together with a couple
of tents to sleep in, we started out on what we expected to be
a three-or-four-day jaunt up the mountain.
"I guess we covered about ten or twelve miles on the third
day and it was fast approaching time to begin to look for a place
to spend the night and the thought was not very amusing as it
had turned a little colder and we were well over 7,000 feet above
"We soon found a sheltered place beneath a large outcrop of
rock and set about making a camp. As I was always the cook and
Joe the chore boy, I began getting things ready to fix us some
grub and Joe began digging around for some dead scrub brush to
burn. I had things all ready and looked around for Joe and his
firewood. But I could see no signs of him. I began calling for
him and he soon came into sight from around the very rock where
we were making our camp. And I knew he was laboring under some
great excitement and his face was lit up like a Christmas tree.
"He had found a cave. The entrance was on the other side of
that very rock. He was all for exploration right away. But I
argued that we had better wait till morning. But he argued
that in a cave it was always night and we would have to use
flashlights anyway, so what would be the difference? Well,
we finally decided that we would give it at least a once-over
after we had a bite to eat.
"It wasn't much to call a cave at first as it had a very small
entrance, but back about 20 feet it widened out to about 10
feet wide and around eight feet high. And it did reach back a
considerable distance as we would see at least 100 yards and it
appeared to bend off to the left. The floor sloped slightly
"We followed to the bend and again we could see a long way
ahead and down.
"At this point we became a little afraid as we were some way
into the mountain. The idea of being inside so far seemed to
make us a little afraid. But we reasoned that inasmuch as there
were no branches or connecting caves we could not get lost and
therefore had nothing to be afraid of. So we went on.
"We found no sign of anything that we could imagine to be
our much sought guano nor signs of any animals being inside
"I don't know how far we went, but it must have been a mile
or two, as we kept on walking and the cave never changed it's
contour or size. Noticing this I mentioned it to Joe. And we
discovered an amazing thing. The floor seemed to be worn smooth
as though it had been used for a long time as a path or road.
The walls and ceiling of the cave seemed to be cut like a tunnel.
It was solid rock and we knew that no one would cut a tunnel
there out of rock as there had been no sign of mining operations
(tailings). And the rock in the walls and ceiling was run
together like it had been melted. Or fused from a great heat.
"While we were busy examining the cave in general, Joe swore
he saw a light way down in the cave. We started down the cave
once more and found a light. Or should I say the light found
us as it was suddenly flashed into our faces. We stood there
blinded by it for a minute until I flashed my light at it's
source and saw we were confronted by three men.
"These men looked to be about 50 or a little younger. They were
dressed in ordinary clothing such as is worn by most working
men in the locality. Levi type pants and flannel shirts and wool
coats. They wore no hats. But THEIR SHOES LOOKED STRANGE AS
THEIR SOLES WERE SO THICK that they gave the impression of being
made of wood.
"We just stood there for a minute or two and looked at them.
We had no idea there was anybody within miles of us and there
stood three men looking at us in a cave a mile or so in the
depths of old Mount Lassen.
"I was scared. We were unarmed. And we knew nothing about
these men. One of them spoke to us. He asked what we were
looking for. I told him, but I could see he didn't believe
it. We both tried to convince him, but he just smiled. We
had a little argument with him, but fearing they might be some
criminal gang in hiding, we came to the conclusion that we had
better retreat. Turning to go we were confronted by two more
"I can't find any words to express the fear and utter helplessness
I felt in finding our retreat cut off. I do remember having
remarked to Joe, 'Well, it looks like we are behind the well-known
eight-ball.' I sure didn't feel as jovial as I spoke either.
One of the strangers told us, 'I think maybe you had better come
"We were in no position to argue, though we both would have
liked to do a little of that right there, but we had no way of
enforcing our arguments. Where could a hero gain any credit in
a place like that? So we permitted the five to escort us deeper
into the depths of old Lassen.
"They had led us farther down and I guess we had gone a couple
more miles when we came to the first thing that really amazed us.
"We came to a place where the cavern widened out a little
and we saw some kind of machine, if it can be called that.
Though I had no chance to examine it closely at the time, I did
later and it was a very strange contrivance. It had a very flat
bottom, but the front was curved upward something like a
toboggan. The bottom plate was about eight inches thick and it
was the color of pure copper. But it was very hard tempered.
Although I have had a lot of experience in metals and alloys, I
had no opportunity to examine it closely enough to determine just
what it was. I doubt very much if I could. It had a seat in the
front directly behind a heavy dashboard affair and there was a
dial shaped in a semi-circle with figures or markings on it. I
had not the slightest idea what they stood for, but they were
very simple to remember. If there was a motor, it was in the
rear. All I could see was two horseshoe or magnet-shaped objects
that faced each other with the round parts to the outside. When
this thing was in operation, a brilliant green arc seemed to leap
between the two and to continue to glow as it was in operation.
The only sound it gave off was a hum or buzz that sounded like
a battery charger in operation.
"The seat in the front was very wide. The only method of
operation was a black tear-shaped object which hung from the
panel by a chain. One of these men sitting in the middle took
this thing and touched the sharp end to the first figure on the
left side of the dial.
"When he touched the first figure, the contraption seemed to
move almost out from under us. But it was the smoothest and
quietest take-off I ever experienced. We seemed to float. Not
the slightest sound or vibration. And after we had traveled
for a minute he touched the next figure on the dial and our speed
increased at an alarming rate. But when he had advanced the
black object over past the center of the dial, our speed increased
until I could hardly breathe. I can't begin to estimate the
distance we had traveled or our speed, but it was terrific.
The two horseshoe objects in the rear created a green light that
somehow shone far ahead of us, lighting up the cavern for a long
way. I soon noticed a black line running down the center of the
cavern and our inner-mountain taxi seemed to follow that.
"I don't know how long we continued our mad ride, but it was
long enough for us to become used to the terrific speed and we
had just about overcome our fear of some kind of wreck when we
were thrown into another spasm of fear.
"Another machine of the same type was approaching us head
on. I could see that our captors were very nervous, but our
speed continued. As the other machine became closer our speed
slowed down very fast and we came to a smooth stop about two
feet from the front of the other machine.
"Our machine had no sooner stopped than our captors leaped
from the machine and started to dash away. A fine blue light
leaped from the other machine in a fine pencil beam and it's
sweep caught them and they fell to the cavern and lay still.
"The figures dismounted from the other machine and came close
to us. Then I noticed they carried a strange object in their
hands. It resembled a fountain pen flashlight with a large,
round, bulb-like affair on the back end and a grip something
like a German luger. They pointed them at us.
"After seeing what had happened to our erstwhile captors I
thought that our turn was next, whatever it was. But one
spoke to us.
"'Are you surface people?'
"'I guess we are, as this is where we came from very recently.'
"'Where did the horlocks find you?'
"'If you mean those guys there,' I pointed to the five motionless
figures, 'back there a few hundred miles.' I pointed toward the
way we had come in our wild ride.
"'You are very fortunate that we came this way,' he told us. 'You
would have also become horlocks and then we would have had to kill
you also.' That was the first time I had realized that the others
"They put their strange weapons away and seemed friendly enough,
so I ventured to ask them the who and why and everything we had run
into. I told them of our search for guano and how we had encountered
the five horlocks - as he called them. And also asked him about the
machines and their operation and could we get out again? He smiled
and told us.
"'I could not tell you too much as you would not understand. There
are so many things to explain and you could not grasp enough of what
I could myself tell you. The people on the surface are not ready
to have the things that the ancients have left. Neither I nor any
one in any of the caverns know why these things work, but we do know
how to operate some of them. However, there are a great many evil
people here who create many unpleasant things for both us and the
surface people. They are safe because no one on the surface believes
us or them. That is why I am telling you this. No one would believe
that we exist. We would not care, but there are many things here that
the outer world must not have until they are ready to receive them,
as they would completely destroy themselves, so we must be sure that
they do not find them. As for the machine, I don't know how it
works. But I know some of the principles of it. It works simply
by gravity. And it is capable of reverse. The bottom plate of it
always is raised about four inches from the surface of the floor.
That is why there is no friction and has such a smooth operation.
This object suspended from this chain is pure carbon. It is the
key to the entire operation. As I told you before, I cannot
explain why it runs, but it does. We want you two to return to
where you came and forget about us. We will show you how to
operate the sled and we want you never again to enter the cave.
If you do and you do not encounter the horlocks, we will have to
do something about you ourselves so it would not be advisable to
not try to return at all events. One thing I can tell you. We
never could permit you to leave another time.'
"He explained to us the operation of the machine and in some
way reversed it's direction. So thanking them, we seated ourselves
in the sled, as he had called it, and were soon on our way back.
"Our return trip was really something we enjoyed, as I was sure
not to advance the carbon far enough on the dial to give us such
terrific speed, but we soon found ourselves where we started from.
The sled slid to a smooth stop and we jumped out and started up
the cave afoot.
"We must have walked a long way coming in, for we thought we never
would come to the surface. But at last we did. And it was late
afternoon when we emerged.
"We lost no time in making our way down the mountain, and Joe tells
me that he isn't even curious about what is in that cave.
"But I am. What is the answer to the whole thing? I would like
to know. We had been told enough for me to believe that down there
somewhere there are things that might baffle the greatest minds of
this Earth. Sometimes I'm tempted to go back into that cave if I
could find it again, which I doubt, but, then I know the warning
I heard in there might be too true, so I guess I had better be of
the same mind as Joy. He says:
"'What we don't know don't hurt us.'"
B. Alan Walton
Archive date: 11-16-00
Supplied by author
To HiddenMysteries Internet Book Store
Search this Reptilian Agenda Website
HiddenMysteries and/or the donor of this material may or may not agree with all the data or conclusions of this data.
It is presented here 'as is' for your benefit and research. Material for these pages are sent from around the world.
Reptilian Agenda Website is a publication of TGS Services
Please direct all correspondence to
TGS HiddenMysteries, c/o TGS Services,
22241 Pinedale Lane, Frankston, Texas, 75763
All Content © HiddenMysteries - TGS (1998-2005)
HiddenMysteries.com Internet Store ~ HiddenMysteries Information Central
Texas National Press ~ TGS Publishers Dealers Site
All Rights Reserved
Please send bug reports to firstname.lastname@example.org
FAIR USE NOTICE. This site may at times contain copyrighted material the use of which has not always been specifically authorized by the copyright owner. We are making such material available in our efforts to advance understanding of environmental, political, human rights, economic, democracy, scientific, and social justice issues, etc.. We believe this constitutes a 'fair use' of any such copyrighted material as provided for in section 107 of the US Copyright Law. If you wish to use copyrighted material from this site for purposes of your own that go beyond 'fair use', you must obtain permission from the copyright owner.
In accordance with Title 17 U.S.C. Section 107, the material on this site is distributed without profit to those who have expressed a prior interest in receiving the included information for research and educational purposes. For more information go to: http://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/17/107.shtml
United States Code: Title 17, Section 107 http://www4.law.cornell.edu/uscode/unframed/17/107.shtml
Notwithstanding the provisions of sections 106 and 106A, the fair use of a copyrighted work, including such use by reproduction in copies or phonorecords or by any other means specified by that section, for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching (including multiple copies for classroom use), scholarship, or research, is not an infringement of copyright. In determining whether the use made of a work in any particular case is a fair use the factors to be considered shall include - (1) the purpose and character of the use, including whether such use is of a commercial nature or is for nonprofit educational purposes; (2) the nature of the copyrighted work; (3) the amount and substantiality of the portion used in relation to the copyrighted work as a whole; and (4) the effect of the use upon the potential market for or value of the copyrighted work. The fact that a work is unpublished shall not itself bar a finding of fair use if such finding is made upon consideration of all the above factors.