Thursday, November 15, 2007

Film Of 1954 Extraterrestrial and U.S. President Eisenhower Meeting?

by Ed Komarek

I would like to detail the case of a personal local contact that I had years ago. The contact was Sam Standland who was the biological father of a contactee friend of mine. Extraterrestrial (ET) contact runs in the family. My contactee friend put me in touch with Sam years ago and had me go interview him at his trailer where he lived east of Cairo, Georgia, about 30 miles. He had contacted the Pentagon to see if it was okay to talk but they did not get back with him right away so I went over to interview him along with my contactee friend.

It would seem that Sam had fallen through the cracks because his military records had been burnt up in a fire in the 1970's. After he talked with me, the Pentagon got back with him and when they found out that he had talked to me they read him the riot act and even threatened a friend of his that I had not had contact with. His trailer was burglarized and all his papers taken and were later replaced with new different ones. He and his friend went out and got drunk together after all this went down. Still he secretly told more of his story to his biological daughter over a period of several years.

I seem to have lost my report on this case but what I remember from the interview was that he had been in the Air Force and flew in the western United States with a group of pilots around 60 I seem to remember, that took gun camera photos of UFOs. This was in the 1950's and I think he said the Air Force had 9 saucers in 1959. He was transferred to the Pentagon where he held a top secret clearance. While he worked at the Pentagon he had access to files where he saw photos of both dead and live aliens. One was where several different types of live ET’s were lined up against an underground tunnel wall. The pictures were taken by Jimmy Doolittle.

I also remember him telling me about seeing pictures of a crashed saucer inside a hanger. The core of the saucer was on a flatbed truck and the saucer itself lay on the floor with a big hole in its side with pipes and things hanging out. He said the craft had hit the ground very hard and the core of the craft punched through the wall of the craft making the hole. He said the core was heavy but the craft itself was light and could easily be picked up by two men.

I had not heard from my contactee friend for quite awhile and yesterday I thought I ought to write up this case for my blog as I have been building up some cases so that others can see a little of the evidence upon which I base my thinking. Today I got a call from this friend and ended up talking with this friend for a couple of hours this evening.

My friend said that Sam also told her about viewing a black and white movie of the meeting between President Eisenhower and human ET’s which I assume was the alleged 1954 meeting. My friend says that it showed the three craft coming down over the runway doing some flight demonstrations and one craft landed and human ET’s came out. They said that they were willing to cooperate and give mankind technology to cure disease and cheap non polluting energy technology if they would make concessions in regards to warfare and other things but Eisenhower said the government was not ready for that and that cheap energy technology would severely disrupt the economy.

The ET’s were lead into a hanger where the men pulled guns on them and said they would be forced to give out the information. The ET’s walked out through the wall of the hanger and went back to their ship and did some more demonstrations like disappearing and reappearing and then left. This apparently contributed to Eisenhower’s heart attack Sam told his daughter.

It is not clear between my friend and I if Sam was involved in briefing other folks like airmen or was briefed for some other reason. My friend also says that Sam told her that he was in North Africa and he watched as two jets tried to shoot down a craft and the jets were disintegrated. He saw this with his own eyes. My friend also said that Sam told her about the military gathering up transceivers scattered about the country by the ET’s that when dropped on the ground would bury into the ground so as to be hard to see.

This story seems consistent with other folks testimony from the 1950's. I thought Sam told me he retired because of a disability in the late 1950's but my friend thinks that he just might have been moved to the Pentagon for work in the 1960's. Sam died a number of years ago so I can publish his name. I remember writing up a report on this at the time but have not been able to find it. There was much more detail but my memory of the interview has faded. I did not want to make this case public because of trouble to Sam and the family.

I do remember that this was the first time I had heard the name of Jimmy Doolittle associated with Extraterrestrials. I even talked to John Lear about this over the phone and he confirmed that Jimmy Doolittle was involved. He said that when he first got involved with UFOs his mother was concerned and called the family friend, Jimmy Doolittle about UFOs and he said yes they are real but I can’t talk about it. This is a rather small detail but its new information like this that really strengthens a story in my mind. I also had never heard of a crash where the heavy core punched a hole through the outside of the saucer either. He also said that there were crashes before 1947, another thing that I had not heard at the time. I seem to remember the date of a pre 1947 crash as 1942. I think Sam’s story should be taken seriously. There is nothing like personally meeting and talking to people and hearing their stories directly, especially those who do not want to go public because of the repercussions.

About the writer:

Ed Komarek Jr. was born into a family of early ecologists and learned ecology and the natural sciences as a apprentice. He holds no formal degrees as did neither Herb Stoddard or his father Ed Komarek Sr. (Ed Komarek Sr. did later in life get an honorary doctorate for his lifetime of work from Florida State University).

Herb Stoddard and close friend Aldo Leopold are recognized as the fathers of Ecology. Herb Stoddard was Ed's father's mentor, who later became known internationally as the father of Fire Ecology and who waged a lifetime info-war against 'Smokey The Bear' anti-fire propagandists. Herb was like a grandfather to young Ed.

In his early twenties Ed Komarek Jr. dropped out of college where he was majoring in wildlife management to strike out on his own into what was later to be called Exopolitics, long before the name Exopoltics was coined by Alfred Webre, JD.

Never in his wildest dreams did young Ed expect that later in life the fields of ecology and exopolitics would converge into even another field of advanced study becoming known as astro-ecology.

Ed Komarek first became interested in UFO/ET over thirty years ago. He co-founded Operation Right To Know with Mike Jamieson in the early 1990's to call for political solutions to the UFO cover-up that was subverting scientific investigations of UFO/ET.

Recently Ed finds himself on the leading edge of expolitics and astro-ecology and immersed in what he now sees as a long standing info-war against elite autocrats and their propagandists that are responsible for obstructing the public right to know in regards to the cosmic neighbourhood.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


Art Champoux has been a UFO investigator since 1964. He has worked with Ray Fowler, Walter Webb, John Keel, a lady that he can not name, and several different UFO groups. In the 1960s he was with APRO, CAPER, NICAP, then when APRO went out he was with NICAP and then APRO. Now he is with MUFON. The world of the paranormal has always fascinated him, even as a small boy he had some eerie happenings. His Great grandmother was a spirit medium so maybe he has inherited something. He is a hypnotist and has written for several publications and his leanings are much like John Keels. He believes there is an ultra force, not from outer space, but much like John's and even Jaques Vallees' contention...we are but one dimension out of many that reign on this planet.

Raymond Fowler: Best UFOlogist
of the 20th Century
by Art Champoux

Posted: 14:55 November 12, 2007

Raymond Fowler is one of the best UFO investigators/researchers, authors and personalities of this century. I know because I worked with him on some significant UFO sightings and cases. This man is meticulous. Nothing gets past him. He used his talents and time to search out the best cases in New England and far beyond the state's borders.

He worked for the government in the United States Air Force Security Service. He went out and gave a huge amount of time to his passion: the study of UFOs.

He was unrelenting; his passion for the truth was as great as if not greater then Agent Fox Mulder of the X-Files TV program.

Ray did not get paid for his investigations but he didn't care. His passion for the subject brought him into a world that was controversial and filled with enigmatic happenings. Due to his experience and first hand knowledge Ray began publishing books based on his case studies. These books, although popular with UFOlogists did not make him a rich man but did offset some of his experiences.

Ray appeared on TV shows and debated Donald Menzel ((April 11, 1901 - December 14, 1976) was an American astronomer and astrophysicist. He was one of the leading astronomers of his era, and also earned notoriety as an early skeptic of UFOs as an extraordinary phenomenon.

He had a top-notch team of people that supported his quest to find the truth of UFOs in New England. His expertise brought him to testify before the US House Senate Committee.

His many books describe the intensity of the UFO enigma, from his first investigations and his own personal experiences as an abductee. His views changed regarding UFOs and their occupants as he learned more in his own personal life and was empathetic in helping others as they struggled with their own enigmatic paranormal experiences.

On more then one occasion he helped me with my own investigations into the unknown. Along with Walter Webb, Ray and myself, we thoroughly investigated entities seen in a UFO over an airport in Haverhill, Massachusetts. At other times I would go to his Wenham house and ask him questions or ask his advice on sightings I had in the 1960s and 1970s. Ray was a very patient man. He was caring and was an intense investigator that separated the wheat from the chaff.

If you want to follow the most intense journey of one of the most famous UFO investigators life of all time you must read and understand the scientific mind of Ray Fowler. I know I have reviewed his books here, but to know the man is an interesting story in itself.

Ray is the best of the best. Ray is married and has several children. Now he enjoys the relaxation earned over a lifetime of work and of using his personal observatory in the back yard of his rural home in coastal Maine. Although, he is well educated he constantly searches for answers and enjoys looking at the stars.

With an intense love for the study of UFOs he also had an intense love for his family. This quiet unassuming gentle man has devoted most of his free time to investigating, studying and helping people who have been abducted by UFOs.

Maybe some people did not understand him or know why he is so entrenched in his beliefs. In his autobiography he explains his motives, including the fact that he was a UFO abductee himself.

I had this passion also. For over 40 years now I have been passionate about reporting UFOs. Why? I guess I can relate to Ray Fowler. After all he taught me. I had some very enigmatic encounters also. I reported to him about my MIB encounters and some very enigmatic cars in the 60s and 70s. He was not sure of these whole phenomena. But he listened and tried to help. I know now I was abducted at an early age and grew up in a house where my great grand mother talked to an Indian guide in the spirit world. She found things and people for free. No charge! I think I have some of that in me.

I see things and feel things and even have sensed things that others have not. My feelings when reading Ray Fowler's books was one of a sense that a lot of that book could have been me. He was my mentor and my friend.

Just this week, Ray and I have been emailing each other. He is going to try to help me out in a personal matter with a UFO study group. He does not have to, but again, this is a man with a purpose and a drive to help others.

He has written many books and given of his time to help other abductees. Why - because he truly cares. His works on TV with abductees and other people who have had some encounters with these otherworldly entities have been well documented and shown on TV. Some examples are the "Allagash Abductions: Undeniable Evidence of Alien Intervention", you must read that book along with the Betty and Barney Hill case he assisted in some capacity.

I cannot say enough about Raymond Fowler. Words and awe of his total dedication to his non-paying passion for the scientific study of the UFO mystery are not enough. If you have some of his books you know what I mean. Buy all of his books. You will never be bored. In fact I have given away a lot of his books to other people to read then have to go out to buy more of his books for myself.

I must end this by saying that Ray's work in the past must follow his legacy in search for the truth. His unrelenting style and his passion for the accuracy of his research and reports are unmatched in the annals of UFOlogy.

If one is just interested in UFOlogy then read Ray's books. If you are a serious researcher you must read his books. If you want to read compelling evidence of one mans personal passion and why he pursued this mysterious subject, again, read Raymond Fowlers' books. Not to hold him up as an idol, he would not want that, but to see what he learned, lived, and his devotion to the human race and to people this really human caring man has for his fellow humans who he shares this planet with in peace and love for the human race. This is the man behind the books and works of one of the leading UFOlogist in the 20th century.

Chuck drew my attention to the following video and article:

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Sleepless nights and farfetched fantasies don't fit the cool, even-tempered personality of Raymond R. Michaels, from Sarasota, FL. Now a 37-year-old cargo handling specialist for a major airline, Ray Michaels - lanky and prematurely bald - lives in Atlanta, GA where he has a wife and two daughters. He owns part interest in a second hand Cessna 150.

To look at Ray Michaels, you'd never know he'd won a Silver Star for valor as an enlisted air crew member in Vietnam in 1964 - flying an unfamiliar aircraft home after its pilot and copilot were severely wounded by Viet Cong gunfire.

You'd never know, either, that Michaels battled a UFO 10 years later in 1974.

"At first I didn't like to talk about it," Ray admits. "It scared me worse than anything I saw in the combat zone.

"In Nam, the enemy was flesh and blood -- a known factor. But this unidentified flying object represented the unknown. Something you can't measure or predict or calculate. Something very spooky." Ray's wife Daniela agrees.

So does neighbor George Jason, who was with Ray Michaels when it happened.

On March 2, 1974, Ray decided to keep a long-standing promise to his neighbor -- to give him a ride in a private plane. The two men met after work at Hyde Field, near Atlanta, where Ray filed a flight plan and showed Jason how a pilot makes a walk-around check before jumping into his plane. It was an hour before sundown when the pair taxied up the runway in the Cessna 150.

"I think I'll take you over to the east." Ray Michaels said. "No mountains over there, so the air should be smooth as glass."

"Don't worry," said Jason, taking his first ride in a light plane. "I'm not afraid. Not a bit."

While Ray checked his instruments and began his take off roll, strange things were happening 40 miles east, in Douglasville, GA.

It began when 11-year-old Danny Marsteller, making evening deliveries on his paper route, spotted an odd, bright-colored flying object hovering over the town's paper mill. While the youngster ran to knock on the nearest door, a couple of dozen people in the town spotted a blob of gold floating smoothly about a mile overhead. Dick Schaffner, an off-duty security guard at the paper mill, leaped into his car and began speeding toward the gilt-colored UFO, toting his 35mm camera...

Ray Michaels gave his Cessna full power, relaxed as the plane's engine took hold with satisfying force, and lifted the craft off the runway, climbing eastward. His passenger looked down with interest at tiny automobiles passing beneath. "It feels comfortable," he ventured.

"Not like an airliner, is it?

"No," Jason answered. "You really see a lot from one of these planes."

He didn't know how much.

To the east, another of the South's many UFO incidents was unfolding with stunning swiftness. Douglasville Sheriff Anthony Del Greco snapped orders to his assistant to answer a deluge of incoming calls, then ran for his police cruiser determined to find out about "that spaceship or whatever it is." Danny Marsteller led an elderly couple to their front door to point out the dazzling gold disc, moving toward the river at town's edge. Dick Schaffner floored the accelerator of his car, peered up at the gently-floating UFO, and told himself it couldn't possibly be a plane, a bird, or a helicopter.

Ray Michael's Cessna came within eyesight of the UFO. While his passenger was still enjoying the bird's eye view of the ground, Ray eased back on the power, leveled the Cessna at 5,000 feet, trimmed the plane for smooth flying -- and stared straight ahead at something that shook him with sudden terror.

"There's a thing up ahead!...."

Crossing in front of Ray's plane at about 300 miles per hour -- three times his own speed - the object appeared to be about 40 feet in diameter and shaped like a pie plate, with bashed in indentation in the center.

In the deepening shadows, the UFO gave off a brilliant gold-colored glare that was almost painful to the eye. As Ray Michaels watched, the object shuddered momentarily -- then made a 90 degree turn!

"Is that some kind of signal light?" George Jason asked.

Up to now, Ray Michael's only worry had been to convince his friend that flying was safe. Now he forgot this. The fear was breaking over Ray in waves. He knew that gold-colored object wasn't any signal light -- or anything else made by Man.

"Listen, George, I can't explain now, but hold on tight. I'm going to have to go into some abrupt maneuvers."

He was anticipating what happened next. The UFO made another 90-degree turn-an impossible maneuver for any man-made aircraft - and came straight at him! Ray was already throwing his wheel forward, pushing his Cessna into a sudden dive that slammed both men back into their seats.

This mid air encounter between UFO and Cessna was witnessed by many people on the ground in Douglasville, including many who later talked to reporters. Schaffner saw it from a distance. Sheriff Del Greco pulled off the road to watch what looked like two objects -- "spaceship" and airplane -- coming together in mid air.

The collision didn't occur.

Ray threw the Cessna into a sharp right bank, the blinding gold light filling his entire field of vision. The UFO fell behind for a moment and Ray -- suddenly dripping sweat, rigid with fear -- struggled with his controls to get away from it.

"I'm sick!" Jason cried. "My God! That's some kind of a flying saucer or something, isn't it?"

"I think so, and I think it's trying to ram us!"

As many eyewitnesses testified, the UFO zigged and zagged in abrupt, sudden maneuvers. This seemed proof enough that the craft was controlled by intelligent beings. Each time Ray Michaels turned, the UFO turned behind him. When he dived, it dived. When Ray tried to veer away from the onrushing mass of blinding light, it stalked him...

Here, as happens so often in the South, was what should have been a "good" UFO encounter -- the kind which yields information for scientists asking what UFOs really are. It had all the ingredients; reliable witnesses, a "close encounter," a trained observer in the air. But again, as happens painfully and too frequently, the people on the scene were too rattled to pause and study the intruder. Ray Michaels admits that as the distance between him and the UFO increased he thought "only about getting out of there."

The end of his struggle coincided with nightfall.

As darkness replaced dusk, the UFO lagged farther behind the wildly-maneuvering Cessna and Ray began to believe he was getting away unharmed. Dick Schaffner was still trying to take pictures. He never got close enough and again the proof -- the documentation so desperately needed by researchers -- never materialized.

After more than 20 minutes of twisting and turning, panicked and sweat drenched in the night air, his passenger terrified beside him, Ray Michaels saw the UFO fading in the distance. He returned to Hyde Field and made a nervous bouncing landing. The two men spilled from their plane shaking with fear and excitement, talking to each other in urgent gasps:

"Weird thing almost collided with us..."

"Flying saucer. Got to be a flying saucer."

"Almost killed us. George, you realize that?"

"Yeah. But what was it"

"Since that day," Michaels says quietly, "I've met other pilots around the South who've seen UFOs. Their experiences aren't very dramatic -- usually it's just spotting a strange light from a distance -- but it convinces me that there is a threat from unidentified objects and that we need to learn more about them."

Michaels says the incident had a shattering impact on his life. For months afterwards, he woke up in a cold sweat thinking of the massive gold light stalking him. For a long while, he talked with Daniels about dropping his flying hobby, or about moving away from Atlanta.

With the passage of time, Ray now feels he's conquered his anxiety. The UFO experience no longer disturbs him. But he feels that something needs to be done to find an explanation for this and other UFO sightings which have become so frequent throughout the South.

Monday, November 12, 2007


More North County news
Witness to Roswell flying saucer incident tells his story

By Pat Sherman

October 26, 2007

ESCONDIDO – Retired Air Force veteran Milton Sprouse clearly remembers the summer day in 1947 when he returned to Roswell Army Air Field aboard the B-29 bomber Dave's Dream from a three-day maneuver in Florida.

The Escondido resident, then a corporal and engine mechanic in the Army Air Force could not believe what his ground crew was telling him: a UFO had crashed in the New Mexico desert, on a ranch 70 miles away.

The story made the front page of the Roswell Daily Record: “RAAF Captures Flying Saucer,” read the headline.

According to the July 8 story, “the intelligence office of the 509th Bombardment group at Roswell Army Air Field announced ... that the field has come into possession of a flying saucer.”

The craft supposedly had been recovered after the ranch owner notified the sheriff's department, who sent Maj. Jesse Marcel and a team to investigate.

“Marcel and a detail from his department went to the ranch and recovered the disk,” the story stated. “After the intelligence officer here had inspected the instrument it was flown to higher headquarters.”

The next day, the paper retracted the story, claiming that the recovered object was a weather balloon – an account the government stuck with until 1995. It was then announced that the weather balloon story had been fabricated to cover up Project Mogul, a top-secret project involving two-dozen high-altitude neoprene balloons designed to detect Russian nuclear explosions.

According to Sprouse, five of his crew were called to the site to collect the remaining debris and load it onto a flatbed truck. Sprouse was ordered to stay with Dave's Dream in case the military should suddenly need the craft.

“I had reservations of what all they were telling me, because each one of them told something different,” he said. “I thought, 'I don't know.' ... Later on, when it all started coming out in piecemeal, you could put it together and tell what they said was true.”

As years passed, Sprouse grew more comfortable talking about the Roswell Incident.

Author and ufologist Thomas J. Carey interviewed Sprouse three times with co-author Donald Schmitt. Sprouse is mentioned on page 233 of their new book, “Witness to Roswell: Unmasking the 60-Year Cover-Up.”

During his first interview, videotaped at the International UFO Museum and Research Center in Roswell, Sprouse was reluctant to talk about the incident, Carey said.

“He was a career Air Force guy, and they're the least likely to speak because of their pensions,” Carey said. “When I interviewed him over the phone in 2001, I got a little more information, and then I interviewed him again last year and got even more. It was an evolution of coming forward.”

Today, as Sprouse recounts the incident, he leans forward in earnest, a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes.

About 500 soldiers sent to the crash site were lined shoulder to shoulder and ordered to scour the property for debris, he said.

“They lined them up and then said, 'We want you to go through this ranch the way you're facing until we tell you to stop, and we want you to pick up everything unnatural,'” Sprouse said.

“When my crew got back (from the crash site), we talked for weeks,” he said. “They told me everything and I believe them.... They told me, 'Milt, it's true.' ”

Among the material discovered was a maleable, foil-like material that could be laid flat with no creases after being squashed into a ball.

Whether fact or lore, one of the most intriguing pieces of the puzzle are reports of five diminutive green bodies allegedly recovered with the UFO. Sprouse believes it.

A staff sergeant in his barracks was called to the hospital shortly after the crash, he said.

“He and two doctors and two nurses were in the emergency room, and they brought in one of those five humanoid bodies that they had recovered,” he said. “They said, 'We want this dissected and we want a complete history of how it functions and the parts and everything.' ”

The next day, the man from his barracks was transferred from the base, Sprouse said.

“We never heard from him again,” he said. “We asked and (they said), 'Oh, we don't know nothing about it.' ... I heard later that both nurses and both doctors were shipped different directions and nobody ever knew where they went.”

Sprouse recalled an interesting conversation with the owner of a funeral home in Roswell several years later.

“We had some friend of ours that died, and he said, 'Hey Milt, I want to talk to you,' ” he said. “He says, 'You know the base come to me and wanted five children's caskets.' That was two or three days after the crash. I said, 'No kidding.' He says, 'I only had one, and I told them that.' They said, 'One won't do us very good,' and they went somewhere else and got them.”

The day the UFO story ran, the debris was allegedly loaded onto two B-29 bombers, one of them Dave's Dream, and sent to a base in Fort Worth, Texas.

Sprouse and Carey believe the material was then shipped to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio, where they say it remains today.

“We believe some of the stuff was loaned around, but the main repository was the foreign technology division at Wright-Patterson,” said Carey, who holds a master's degree in anthropology and served briefly in the Air Force. “We've heard stories over the years of people who say that they're still trying to figure out what that stuff is.”

Various rumors suggest that pieces of the ship and the bodies were stored in a mysterious Hangar 18 at Wright-Patterson.

Derek Kaufman, who works in Wright-Patterson's public affairs office, was tentative when broaching the subject of Roswell and Hangar 18. He said the base tracks all such phone inquiries.

“We might get a couple of queries a month related to strange phenomena. ... Someone who believes that they've seen something very unusual – low-flying, strange aircraft or something along those lines,” Kaufman said. “Folks who are UFO enthusiasts are typically the people that inquire about Hangar 18 or about Roswell, but a lot of them don't seem to be credible queries. They seem to be folks bordering on the fanatic. ... I'm hard-pressed to describe where Hangar 18 even is located.”

Asked if there was any material from Roswell transferred to the base in 1947, Kaufman said, “I'll just defer to what reports have been exhaustively investigated and are now available to the general public.”

Wright-Patterson's Web site includes a section titled “UFOs and other strange phenomena” that includes links to the Air Force Freedom of Information Act Web site and a 993-page document titled, “The Roswell Report: Fact Versus Fiction in the New Mexico Desert.” In the report, the government meticulously makes its case debunking the Roswell Incident.

According to the report, the bodies recovered at the site were not alien beings, but crash-test dummies used to test high-altitude parachutes.

UFO enthusiasts say they couldn't have been dummies because the parachute tests weren't conducted until nearly a decade later.

“That's a non-starter because that project didn't get under way until the mid-'50s,” Carey said. “These mannequins were a good 6 feet tall, they looked human and they were in regular flight suits. There's no way you confuse those for little aliens with big heads.”

Asked if there are any remnants of the mysterious event stored at Roswell, Rob Young, a historian with the National Air and Space Intelligence Center at Wright-Patterson, answered, “I would not know. I've never seen anything like that. ... To my knowledge there is not.”

Sprouse believes the Roswell Incident is a far-reaching cover-up that leads as far as the White House.

“The presidents are briefed on everything ... classified, unclassified, whether they'll acknowledge it or not,” Sprouse said. “Clinton, says, 'I don't know nothing.' Carter says, 'I don't know nothing about that.' Bush won't even talk about it.”

Sprouse's wife, Peggy, a retired Air Force lieutenant colonel, is skeptical about the UFO story. She's been to Roswell with her husband and said once was enough.

“Been there, done that,” she said. “I never did believe it and still don't believe it.”

Sprouse, who will speak at the Nov. 18 meeting of the San Diego Chapter of the Mutual UFO Network, seems to be enjoying his part in keeping the story alive.

Has the government ever asked him not to speak about Roswell?

“No, but I worry about it,” he said. “I'm getting all these telephone calls on that report, and I often wonder if it's somebody looking into this.”

Pat Sherman: (760) 752-6774;

I will add a note here on what I know. When I worked at Boeing in Seattle we interfaced with the Air Force office at Wright Pat. The head of the SDL Lab where I worked and where the tests were done on the avionics for the B-1 knew of my interest in UFOs. He had also seen UFOs when he was in the Navy at the end of the runway! Anyway, a group from the lab had to go back to Wright Pat for a meeting. At that time it came out that Wright Pat is the place where the bodies were taken and it was on the radio repeatedly.

When the representatives from Boeing went to the meeting they were given maps of the base so they would know where to go. He brought one of those maps back and gave it to me. There were all other numbers listed on buildings but mysteriously "Hangar 18" was nowhere to be found.

While they were in the meeting an airforce officer came in to speak to the Air Force colonel in charge of the meeting. They over heard him say to the Colonel "The jig is up, they know we have the bodies! It is on the radio!" You can imagine the Boeing people's ears tuned right up at that announcement! My boss couldn't wait to get back and tell me.

So that is what I know and remember like it was yesterday.


Sunday, November 11, 2007


By Ronald Ducker
UFO Annual

One of the best documented - and most disturbing - southern UFO incidents changed the life of a dark-haired 26-year-old ex-Marine who's been transformed into a self-confessed "flying saucer freak" since he battled an unidentified object in mid air over South Carolina.

Bennie D. Morris, from Greenville, SC is a shy young man who doesn't like to publicize his interest in UFOs. It's for this reason that Morris's story has never appeared in print before. Transformed overnight from a skeptic to a believer, Morris wants people to know that he regards UFOs as a subject for serious research - not a "fad" or a "craze."

It happened just after dusk on an unseasonably warm, cloud-filled night.

A lance corporal in the Marine Corps, Morris was wearing flight fatigues and was braced in the door gun position of a UH-1E helicopter as it lifted off from Quantico, VA for a routine flight to Beaufort, SC.

Also aboard the chopper which was attached to the 3rd Marine Aircraft Wing, were two officers, a pilot and copilot. At Morris's request, because these men were party to spraying machine gun bullets all over the South Carolina sky, his crew mates will not be named here.

As the helicopter climbed over darkening farmland, Morris was battered by the windblast in the open doorway and clung to the mount of his M-60 machine gun for support. "Nice view from down here," he told the two men seated above him in the flight cabin. His voice sounded squeaky over the intercom.

" Not much to see," proclaimed the pilot.

Then, suddenly, one of the officers exclaimed, "Hey, wait a minute! What's that over there?"

Morris saw it at almost the same instant. About a mile off the starboard side of the helicopter, a luminous silver object appeared to be matching the craft's course.

At first, Bennie Morris thought it was a commercial airliner. Then he realized that the craft was tear-shaped, surrounded by a halo of opaque white light, and moving from side to side!

"That's not an aircraft---" he began.

The silver-white UFO seemed to turn, approaching the UH-1E as it flew through the night sky. Morris heard his copilot reporting the sighting over the radio. He and the pilot chattered nervously on their intercom:

Pilot: "I think that's a UFO! You know, unidentified-----"
Morris: "It's on a collision course, sir! It's coming straight at us!"
Plot: "We're trying to get instructions. Hold tight! I'm going to take evasive action."

With brutal force, Morris's stocky, 160 pound body was flung across the chopper's interior as the pilot went into a violent, bone-jarring turn.

The young Marine staggered to his feet, tasted blood in his mouth, and reached desperately for support. In his earphones, he heard the panicky voice of the copilot on the radio: "..hostile...I say again, the object is behaving in a hostile manner...request instructions..."

Through his open door, Morris saw that the UFO had matched the pilot's sudden turn and was drawing alongside. He now saw that the UFO was round and flat. There appeared to be no marks on its luminous, metallic surface, and no sign of portholes or windows, yet the craft was obviously flying under intelligent control.

A cold chill gripped the young Marine. He knew that by "instructions," the copilot meant he wanted permission to fire at the hostile craft. He also knew, from the long gap in radio transmissions, that somebody down on the ground was having a hell of a time trying to make a decision.

Morris: "What about it? That things is less than 100 feet away! I can't be sure, but I think he wants to ram us."
Pilot: "Arm your gun and stand by, Bennie. I repeat, stand by! Don't fire!"

The UFO grew to monstrous size in front of Morris's eyes, blotting out the South Carolina countryside below. His entire field of vision was filled by the giant, luminous saucer. He gripped his gun and swung it around, a cold sweat drenching him, certain that the UFO and his helicopter were about to collide.

Pilot: "Where the hell are those instructions? We're in trouble."
Copilot: "They're asking what to do. They..."
Pilot: "Damn it, they're not up here! That crazy thing is going to hit us! Bennie, are you tracking it?

Morris paused. The frighteningly large mass of the UFO spread out in front of his machine gun sight. He couldn't miss it. But he didn't know what would happen if he fired.

"I'm tracking it," he acknowledged.
"OK. Never mind the regulations. Open fire on that damned thing!"

Swaying in the windblast and the violent wash from the helicopter's rotors, Morris bent over the gun and pressed the trigger.

The booming crash from the machine gun's muzzle sounded over the engine noise. The gun threw out a long tongue of flame and sent tracers stabbing at the UFO -- at point-blank range.

Now, Morris feared, we'll see the reaction.

Whatever he'd expected, this wasn't it. The great silvery object backed away, widening the gap until it was more than 1,000 feet off the right side of the helicopter. Unable to see any damage from his shots, Morris squeezed off another burst.

The UFO shuddered, wobbled in mid air, and then began to climb. The object accelerated rapidly and Morris realized that it was racing away and was thousands of feet above them.

In moments, the UFO was a fading white speck in the night sky.

Where he lives today in Alexandria, VA, ex-Marine Bennie Morris sat down one evening with the author and explained that he, and his crew mates, made every effort to report their brief "battle" with a UFO. "All of us signed notarized statements about what happened," Morris says. "They were accepted as a routine report of an unusual incident, but I don't know what happened to them. It's possible somebody in the Marine Corps is keeping records on UFO sightings..."

Possible. But not admitted. Now working as an electrical parts salesman and living quietly with his brunette wife, Dorothy, Bennie Morris doesn't want to make an issue of the strange encounter which, after all, lasted less than two minutes. "I can't be certain that I wasn't shooting at a mirage or a distortion of light waves. Or something. But I've searched for an explanation and I keep coming back to the same thing -- to that silver UFO being an alien spaceship piloted by intelligent creatures..."

The incident transformed Morris into an amateur but dedicated UFO researcher. He subscribes to UFO publications, attends meetings of research groups, and has made a report to the National Investigation Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP). In allowing his tale to be told here, Morris cautions, "I have a serious interest in the subject and I hope other people will take it seriously, too..."

In his new role as ufologist, Bennie Morris even has a theory to answer that nagging question: Why do so many UFO incidents occur in the South?

"There's an established pattern of UFO activity in recent years and it suggests that UFOs cluster around military installations, industrial facilities, and power plants. The South has more than its share of all three of these..."

Morris's conclusion isn't dramatic, it's very obvious: "UFOs are reconnoitering Earth and they're looking closest at the places that worry them the most..."

This view is shared by NICAP's Dr. Drew D. Johnson, who says, "It's easy to postulate a situation where aliens from space are sizing up our airfields, nuclear reactors, and electrical power stations. It could be prelude to an attack. Nobody knows, of course, but the thought keeps me awake at night..."

Saturday, November 10, 2007


By Ronald Drucker

The late afternoon sun cast weird shadows on the gravel road which snaked up Tennessee's 3,534-foot Mount Cross. Billy Joe Lodnar was tense behind the wheel of the old pickup truck, alert for trouble on the dangerous road, anxious to make campsite by dark.

A 35-year-old hunter and outdoorsman with a healthy respect for every treacherous curve on the twisting mountain roadway, Lodnar was haunched low, his chin almost touching the steering wheel, when he first saw the UFO.

The luminous, rapidly-blinking object came rushing straight at him - a giant flying craft filling the sky like nothing he'd ever seen before.

Lodnar, employed as a shift foreman for a packaging plant in Knoxville, Tenn., had left his wife Sue for a lone weekend of camping and hunting. He bitterly resented any interruption of his plan to relax in the Tennessee mountains alone. His reaction was unusual - not fear, but angry indignation toward the blinking, cigar-shaped flying object.

"And it's real! That damned thing is real, all right."

Unlike most people who see UFOs, Billy Lodnar already knew something about the mysterious craft now being seen by more people, in more places, than ever before. He'd read books arguing that aliens from space are spying on Mankind from strange airborne platforms often called "flying saucers." Lodnar, however, was a trained observer; he'd been an enlisted bomber crewman in the Air Force and had known airmen who'd seen UFOs. A pilot friend of his had once reported seeing humanoid creatures peering from the portholes of an alien craft.

So Lodnar knew what he was seeing. And when the blinking orange UFO flew overhead and then whipped around to fly back toward his pickup Billy Lodnar bristled with resentment. "I was going to spend this weekend hunting!" he cursed aloud -- not yet aware that instead of deer, he would soon hunt the most dangerous game ever stalked by Man.

Known for his stubborn streak, Lodnar was acting in character. Securely strapped inside his pickup and armed with a Browning shotgun and a 30-06 scope-mounted rifle, he didn't feel he had to worry.

"No damned spaceship is going to spoil my weekend!"

He slammed on the brakes and his pickup veered sharply on the gravel. Yanking out the 30-06, he leaped out onto the roadway and dropped behind the front wheel.

The UFO descended vertically, filling the darkening sky above him. A glimmer of doubt gnawed at him. Suddenly he wasn't so sure of himself. "That thing is actually going to land!"

His first thought was for the teenagers he'd passed in a minibus down near the base of the mountain an hour ago. They might not be reliable, but they were the only people he'd seen the entire afternonon and Billy Lodnar wanted witnesses if he was going to confront a UFO. He also knew of a State Forestry station a few miles back, but remembered, angrily, that it was closed this late in the year. The date was Nov. 11, 1974.

But he was worrying about the wrong thing.

There were witnesses -- plenty of them.

The zigzagging UFO had already been spotted by dozens of people along the sheer, tree-covered ridge lines near Knoxville. The pilot of a Marine A-4C Skyhawk on a cross-country flight from Beaufort, SC had radioed that the UFO was "acting dangerous" and "flying along just off my wingtip." Military and civilian radar installations tracked the craft for short periods of time, while the Knoxville police department was flooded with phone reports. Signifiantly, the UFO had hovered for more than a half hour near the top-secret Atomic Energy Commission installation at nearby Oak Ridge.

It's all doumented. And it's frightening.

What's most disturbing of all, it seems the entire southern US has recently become the focal point for hundreds of similar UFO sightings. Judy Blum, co-author of Beyond Earth, Man's Contact with UFOs, claims that a startling number of UFO incidents have occurred south of the Mason-Dixon Line. Dr. Karl Dickins, astronomer at Tennessee Teacher's College says; "There's some special meaning to all these UFO sightings throughout the South."

Lodnar sucked in his breath and waited.

Across from his truck the road hung precariously over a sunken depression in the mountain slope where a V-shaped gully angled down toward a flat, bush-covered clearing. As Lodnar watched, the UFO settled silently in the open space, a brilliant circle of light standing out sharply among the lengthening shadows. Lodnar could now see that his impression of a cigar shape had been based upon the profile of the craft. It was a saucer, with a tear-like dome rising from its center.

Lodnar hefted his rifle and darted across the road. He dropped to his knees, careful to avoid exposing the silhoutte on the skyline. Though the temperature was in the mid-30s, he felt sweat on his face. His grip on the rifle was vise-like. The UFO had settled on the ground and a door was opening on its side!

Something - somebody - was stepping out!

His crouching position was painful. Lodnar wished he'd brought binoculars. To put himself in a better position to cope with the alien visitor, he edged downhill until he reached an outcrop on the slope.

He now believed that the aliens hadn't noticed him. The craft seemed to have landed for some other reason. Maybe it's something like recharging batteries, he thought aware that this didn't make sense but he was unable to think of any other explanation.

The man - Lodnar knew it wasn't a man, not a human being - ambled down a ramp from the open doorway. The creature was small and stocky, with a bloated head that was disproportionately large in comparison to its skeletal body. Although 300 feet away and 40 feet uphill, Billy Lodnar could see arms and legs as thin as pipestems, a gray skin that impressed him as covered with scales, and the powerful protruding head with thin, slit-like eyes.

In stiff, jerky movements the creature walked downhill from the craft. Lodnar cradled his rifle and followed.

Even now, Lodner has trouble recalling his emotions during the ensuing, tension-racked 20 minutes when he slipped through underbrush, staggered downhill, and drew closer to the alien creature. To skeptics who wonder if any of this ever happened, he insists that he felt a compulsion to follow. Two different times he centered the alien in the crosshairs of the scope mounted on his rifle.

The terrain was very tricky. It took Lodnar a while to realize that he was moving in a circle. When he was about 20 feet above and 100 feet away from the creature, he realized that the alien was returning to its craft.

The UFO hadn't moved, hadn't made a sound.

As the humanoid returned to the ramp extending from the UFO, all of Lodner's pent-up frustrations churned inside him. The fear had been slow in coming but was now hitting him in waves. And there was resentment, anger. He's going to get away and nobody will ever believe I saw him! I'll be a laughing stock!

It was almost completely dark now, but the humanoid stood out sharply when Lodnar lined him up in the telescopic sight but the hunter couldn't make himself fire.

There was really no reason to shoot and, considering the unknown nature of the situation, plenty of cause not to.

Lodner relaxed his trigger finger and watched as the alien entered the open doorway of the UFO.

A second creature appeared and seemed to grab the first, to pull him inside. It was as if the creature was being reprimanded by his partner for putting too much trust in the reactions of the curious human who he knew, through telepathy, was stalking him. The door closed and the UFO rose from the ground - in complete silence! Lodnar watched the craft shoot across the peak of Mount Cross, climbing into the night sky.

"It was an alien spaceship and it was real!" Lodnar insisted when a Knoxville reporter reached him two days later. "There were people on it - creatures. I mean -from somewhere. I could have shot one of them."

Lodnar, his wife, a reporter, two police officers, and an amateur UFO researcher in Knoxville returned to the mountain on November 15. In the gully where Lodnar had seen the UFO land, there were broken trees and scorch marks. A policeman, using a device called a cadometer, tried to determine whether the gully had sustained unusually high levels of gamma radiation.

Billy Lodnar insists he saw men from another world.

Friday, November 9, 2007


By Brad Steiger

I said, "If you won't turn around, just look at the one by your head." But Dad did not move. The angel above his head was a woman. Only her face and hair were visible to me. She looked as if she were from a different place from the male angel, as she had darker skin, eyes, and hair. Her dark hair was quite wavy and hung past her small-featured face.

My angel, the male, continued to sing-talk, and I remembered several phrases for years, they they made no sense to me. I shouted to my mother and saw another female face in the right corner wall that was in front of me. I then glanced at all the corners, two remaining, and there were four angels in total. They all looked identical. Years later I saw a Filipino woman who bore the greatest resemblance to the females. However, the angel's eyes were not as small as hers. If I would choose a nationality that might describe the features the male angel had, I would say from the Nordic area, for he looked like a Hollywood-type Viking prince.

I still remember one phrase that he sang-talked to me. He said, "Like unto another Christ child you will be." I am quite aware of what a psychiatrist might say is the underlying psychological reason for someone to state their belief in this type of fantasy-revelation. He might say that this person feels a great need to be recognized and loved and to feel important. I have assumed that there is some underlying symbolism to that statement, "a Christ child," for please believe me, I have no great aspirations toward martyrdom.

I called for my mother to come quickly that there were angels in the room. Upon doing so, the male angel totally changed his voice. No longer was it a gentle, high-pitched singing one, but a law, harsh monotone, mechanical-type voice. He said, "Do not tell your parents."

Mother responded that she was busy washing dishes, and the angel continued to sing-talk some more until he and the women faded away.

Dad resumed pounding.

In my early 20's I sought a qualified medical hypnotist in an effort to bring back to my conscious mind more phrases that the angel related to me. He was not successful in this attempt.

I know there is much more information that is locked in too tight for me to remember consciously, though it may be coming into my memory like little time-release capsules. I've often wondered, though, why such a profound vision was received by a five-year-old. They would certainly know that I could not retain it all consciously, if it was truly to affect my life on a subconscious level, why did the angel need to appear physically? He could merely have sent it telepathically.

I wrote to my mother some six or seven years ago and asked if she still remembered the vision. She said that she did and that she was troubled by my difference, my various visions, my dreams, and family predictions. She also reminded me of an attitude that prevailed in many homes in those days that such things belong not to God. I can remember her taking me to a neighborhood Methodist church and having the reverend and his wife put their hands on me and all kneel down praying for my soul. (egad!)

What is interesting about this subject is that this article was written in the December 1976 UFO Report magazine. I believe this was the start of the Indigo children, crystal children, etc. They were sent to Earth to grow up into society and help us evolve. Hmm doesn't seem like we are from the evil going on in the world. All the more reason we need them! They have had time now to become involved in politics, etc. to effect change. You will see more and more tiny children that are accomplished pianists, history buffs, mathematicians and wonderful artists, etc. Those are the ones to watch and see what happens to them in the future.

Thursday, November 8, 2007



Since earliest childhood they have had continuing series of episodes with "angels," "elves," "fairies, "masters," "teachers," and openly declared "UFO intelligences." They have learned to integrate their experiences into their lifestyles and to structure a separate reality so that they can function effectively with the consensual reality they share wth famliy, friends and the rest of the planet.

All of them, however, share a feeling, a knowing an awareness that their ancestors came from another world, another dimension, another level of intellgence.

Some speak of a starship that came to this planet 20,000 years ago. The vehicle came to Earth to observe, to study, to blend with the evolving Homosapiens. Their own seed would enrich the developing species and accelerate the time when their Earth cousins would begin to reach for the stars -- and their cosmic home.

Why should such long-dormant memories, if memories they be, be surfacing suddenly today? Why should the genetically transmitted awareness be breaking forth as if implanted by some chromosome time-release mechanism?

The "people" say they are "remembering" and being "activated" now so that they might serve their brothers and sisters during the approaching time of transition, the great cleansing, which the entire species must endure and survive in order to attain a higher state of consciousness and to effect personal and societal transformation.

Francie is a career woman from New York. Here, in her own words, is Francie's account of the visionary experience presented to her when she was five years old.

We - my mother, father, and I - had just moved into our new home. Last minute touches were being completed. Mother was washing the dishes after our meal and had followed Dad into the master bedroom to be with him while he was hanging up their marriage license, which he had framed. I sat on the edge of their bed, and Dad began pounding the nail into the wall behind me to my right. The curtains were sheer and blowing, and it was spring. The window was to my left and open, and the curtains were flapping and almost touching my legs. I remember all this very vividly, though I was only five. Perhaps they have seen to it that I have.

To my right and above me, I became aware of a person coming slowly down, right through the ceiling. He alighted so gently that he stood almost directly before me, and I wasn't certain if he ever touched the floor. His white robe was draped over one shoulder, and the wind made it flow in and out around his body. His hair was straw-colored and straight., and was styled in a page-boy cut coming down to the base of his neck. His eyes were blue, wide-set. He had a large, full jaw and fair skin. There appeared to be no beard-growth area. I remember because my dad always had a five o'clock-shadow-type growth.

The entity's robe blew open, and he did not move to cover his body, which was nude beneath the robe. I saw that portion of the male body I had never before viewed. (Please overlook the Freudian implications here. I am including this information here, for it is the truth, and the truth, as with God, more will be revealed by telling the total story.)

I don't know why I have thought all these years that he was an angel unless that entity placed the knowledge of who he was, and what an angel was, into my mind without my knowing it. He began to speak, but his voice kept rising and falling in tone, as one would sing and talk at the same time.

I interrupted him and yelled to my dad, "Dad, look! There's an angel in the room!" I turned to see if Dad were looking. His back was facing me, and his hand was held high in the midst of striking a nail. He was motionless. I pleaded for him to please look, and then I noticed another angel in the upper corner of the room, just to the left of Dad's head.

Continued tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

UFOs and ASTRAL TRAVEL (Continued again)

By Brad Steiger
UFO Report Magazine

Continued from yesterday:

"When I came to, I was lying on my side facing a wall. I rolled over on my back and sat up. I was in an oddly shaped room. The best way I know how to describe it is it was like a wedge of pie with the point of it bitten off.

"The whole room was bare except for some kind of projection on which I was sitting. Everything seemed to be made out of a blue-gray material. While the walls were very hard, the surface on which I was sitting was soft, even though everything seemed to have been made of the same material! The room was bathed in a soft glow, and there were no shadows anywhere but there was no light source that I could see.

"I heard a female voice say, "He's awake now."

"I looked around to see if I could spot a speaker, a TV camera, or something; but again I saw nothing but blank walls and ceiling.

"About this time on the short wall -- the bitten off end of the pie wedge -- a door appeared and opened. I could see into a hallway. Although the hall was dark, there was blue-white illumination that appeared as though it was coming from some great distance.

"Two shadows flitted across the doorway. I couldn't tell anything about their shapes. The movement was too rapid.

"But I got a mental impression, if you will, of two people approaching -- a man in front and a woman behind him - carrying a tray full of some kind of surgical instruments and hypodermic syringes.

"The next thing I knew, I was back in my apartment, in my chair, with my book in my lap. I gave a shudder and thought how sleepy I was. I went to bed, laughing about what a vivid imagination I have.

My correspondent said that when he awakened the next morning, he regarded the whole episode as a strange dream. But when he reached for the book he had left on the desk, he found that it had disappeared. For two days he searched the apartment without any luck.

When my correspondent's roommate returned from a trip he challenged him, since he was an FBI agent, to prove his effectiveness by finding the missing book. The two men turned the apartment "upside down" searching for the vanished volume.

"We started at one end of the apartment," he writes, "and we moved, dusted, waxed, and cleaned everything all the way to the other end. We found things we had forgtten about, things that we'd thought we had lost someplace, but no sign of the book I had been reading the night I had my bizarre experience."

Then, about a week later, the two men suddenly found the missing book on the edge of the desk, right where my correspondent had originally left it.

"If this book did indeed vanish from our apartment and reappear, the question is how?" he continiued. "Which goes back to that dream sequence again, if it really happened, how did I get back in my apartment, since when I pulled the door closed behind us, it locked automatically - and I had no pocket for a key in my 'birthday suit!'

"If we assume for a moment that the dream sequence really occurred, it brings up some inteesting points. For one, the possibility of teleportation. When I was led out into the hall, we were instantly on top of the hill. There was no time lapse. It was almost an instantaneous thing.

"If we did teleport, why didn't we teleport directly to the UFO? The only explanation I can offer is that somehow or other the UFO was shielded or had some kind of radiation that prevented teleportation and we had to be levitated inside.

"When I dream, I usually know, even in my dream, that I am dreaming. But in this case, I didn't have that knowledge, or even that feeling, of a dream. It was dream-like because I had so little control over my actions, but there was no sense of time lapse between the moment I was reading my book and the moment I looked up at the door. If I had nodded off to sleep in those seconds, I would assume that there would have been a feeling of change, yet there didn't seem to be any. The only change seemed to be that I suddenly lost control of myself and became more of a robot than anything else.

"I think a lot of us have been controlled telepathically, somehow or other by the UFO intelligences. That's just a feeling I have. I have no proof.'

Tuesday, November 6, 2007


UFOs and Astral Travel

By Brad Steiger
UFO Report Magazine

Continued from yesterday

Here, briefly, is another account sent to me by one of my correspondents:

"I know that I was not asleep, but I was sitting comfortably in my favorite easy chair, facing the open window and the night sky. An erratically moving light caught my attention. Then a very strange thing happened.

"I thought at first that I was fainting. My entire being seemed to be rolling up from my feet, as if my body were a toothpaste tube and my consciousness was the paste. Finally my consciousness seemed to burst free and soar out through space.

"The next thing I knew I was standing inside some kind of craft. I was aware of a lot of people standing around me, but I could not seem to focus on either their faces or their forms. I was being touched, stroked, prodded. A voice was speaking to me in very earnest tones, but I cannot seem to recall exactly what he was saying.

"The next thing I knew, my wife was shaking my shoulder and telling me that I should come to bed instead of just sitting there dozing. I looked at my wristwatch and I had been in that state of consciousness -- or whatever it was -- for nearly three hours."


Now, it would appear, I must add yet another category: projection during which the subject feels that he has been taken aboard a spaceship and has interacted with an alien intelligence.

Consider this account of the kind of UFO-OBE which results in a recognition between strangers.

"When I answered the door, I saw a friend and a stranger standing there. The newcomer had a look of shock on his face. For most of the evening he kept staring at me. I finally insisted that I know why. He said he had had a weird dream about someone he'd never met before, and he had recognized me as the man in the dream.

"He said that in his dream he had been in a clearing someplace with a lot of other people. They seemed to be waiting for someone or something. He did not know anyone there except me. He said that I smiled at him and made him feel calm and peaceful. He trusted me. Then everyone began to look up.

"The sky was clear and star-studded except for a large circular patch directly overhead. Then he noticed that there was a large, oval object blotting out the sky. As he realized this, an opening appeared in the center of the object, and a blue-white light spilled out.

"He felt strange and he looked around to see how the others were reacting. Then he noticed that everyone was floating up toward the opening, one by one. He blacked out and came to in a dome-shaped room. The other people appeared to be awakening at the same time. Everyone had been placed in one of the chairs that lined the walls in three tiers. Across from them were electronic panels with flashing lights, dials, switches. In the center of the cabinets were two seats in front of what appeared to be control panels. Behind this area was a brilliant light. In the exact center of the room was a column, or pole, running thorugh the floor and ceilivng. A low railling about three feet high encircled the column.

"He looked at the other men and women and they appeared to be as confused as he was. He felt as though someone were missing. Then everyone turned and looked toward the center of the room. There stood a man in a close fitting,, one piece, silvery space suit that covered his hands and feet. He wore a globe over his head that obscured his features. "Welcome aboard, friends," he said, as he reached up and removed the globe. And the stranger said that it was me!

"Brad," my correspondent went on. "I have now experienced this sort of thing again and again over a period of a year and a half. The shocked stranger, the stare, the same dream, down to the most minute details. After the fifth or sixth time, I began thinking 'Oh, no, not again!' I can't say how many time this has happened, I have lost track!"

In discussing this dream-recognition phenomenon futher with my correspondent, the following additional comments and details were produced:

For one person to have a dream about a future meeting with a stranger is to produce an occurrence not at all unfamiliar in the literature of psychic phenomena. But we are speaking of a situation in which approximately a dozen men and women have experienced the same dream, identical to the smallest detail, all climaxing with the meeting of the same man. This bends the laws of chance out of all proportion.

"I had them draw a floor plan of the dome-shaped room," my correspondent said. "Allowing for differences in artistic ability, they all drew the same identical floor plan. I then had them mark the position they had occupied on the three tiers of seats, hoping that some of them would mark the same position. But none did. Each one had a different location in which he or she said they had been sitting.

"I then asked them to describe the suit that I had been wearing. Again, the descriptions wre identical.

"Just about every detail that I could possibly think of, I asked; and they all agreed.

"Here is another interesting facet: I asked each one of them when they had the dream, and none could remember. This puzzled some of them. Surely they could recall vaguely if it had been a week ago, two weeks, a month. But they had no idea whether it had been the night before or a month before. Apparently the dreams were not normal dreams.

Upon further reflection, my correspondent decided to relate an extraordinary "dream" he had experienced during the summer of 1959:

"I was sitting in my lounge chair reading, dozing. Yet I was tense, nervous, restless: Something seemed to be in the back of my mind that I seemed to have forgotten and shouldn't have.

"Suddenly I looked toward the door. I knew someone was on the other side. I put down my book, got up, went to the door, opened it a crack, and looked out.

"There were two men there dressed in black. They could have been identical twins, they looked so much alike. They were dark complexioned with Oriental eyes, but they were definitely not Orientals. Remember this was in 1959, long before you people started talking about 'men in black.'

"They never said a word, but I heard inside my mind: 'Are you ready?'

"I don't know why, but for some reason or other, I was ready to go. Since it was so terribly hot that night, I had stripped down to my birthday suit, so I reached for a pair of shorts. Again, I heard inside my head: 'That will not be necessary. No one will see you.' Strangely enough, that seemed to satisfy me.

"We stepped out into the hall, then instantly we were on top of a flat hill in back of the apartments. I was rather surprised that the scene had changed so quickly. I noticed the headlights of a car coming down the street, and I ducked behind the two men. I didn't want to be seen running around in my 'birthday suit.'

"I heard some laughter in my mind, 'We told you no one would see you. Try it!"

"I boldy stepped around in front of them, spread my feet apart, put my hands on my hips, daring anyone to see me. The car with a man and a woman in it passed a few feet from us. They didn't even look in my direction. It was as if we weren't there. That surprised me

"I turned to say something to my companions, and they were looking up. (This is the part of my experience that is similar to the 'dreams' the strangers told me.) I followed their gaze and realized that something was hanging there, suspended above us. As I did so, an opening appeared in its center, and blue-white light came tumbling out o f it.

"I felt a queasy sensation in the pit of my stomach, like when you are in an elevator or an airplane that is dropping too fast. I could see the apartment houses and the ground receding below us. We were floating up toward whatever that thing was. I blacked out as we were approaching the opening.

Continued tomorrow

Monday, November 5, 2007


By Brad Steiger
UFO Report Magazine

The reports all have an incredible sameness about them. The following composite is a typical example:

"I was lying on a couch in the living room, and I felt myself being squeezed out of my body. It began with my head being pulled back, and it felt as though two electric wires were touching the back of my neck.

"I became aware of myself in a dome-shaped room. There were machines like computers on each side of me. People in colored jackets, like smocks, were operating them. I was unable to move, as if some kind of paralysis had come over me. The people at the machines turned toward me. Although they seemed almost expressionless, they put me at ease and I felt they were friendly. They told me something that I could not later remember.

"A month or so later I had a strange dream that I felt was really not a dream. I don't know how I got there, but I was standing in a place that resembled the town square. A UFO was hovering just above the trees, and I stood waiting for it. I knew that there was someone inside to whom I had to make a report.

"As the UFO came closer, I could see a zodiac painted around its surface; and in the center of the object a woman stood looking out a huge window. The zodiac was not our zodiac, but was composed of monkeys, birds, and I believe a large giraffe. I was amazed that I was to report to a woman, that she was my superior, and I was surprised even moe that she appeared to be an oriental.

"I have never identified in any way with Chinese. As a matter of act, they generally turn me off. But this woman looked Chinese. The predominant colors of the spacecraft were red and yellow. Mandarin colors. At the time this was happening, I kept thinking, "This can't be the product of my imagination, as I would never dream of Orientals!"

"Somehow I was suddenly aboard the craft. There were other men and women standing before the Oriental woman, and I sensed that they, too, were there to give their reports. Somehow, they all seemed very familiar, as if I had known them before in some other context.

"I can remember being called upon to make my report, but I cannot recall what I said. I have thought and thought about this, but nothing really comes back to me.

"Then I was in my bed, waking up at the ringing of my alarm clock. As I said before, this really seemed to be more than a strange dream to me!"

Tomorrow more of this intriguing article

Wednesday, October 31, 2007




There has been a legend in the southwest peninsula (Somerset and Cornwall) of England; and southern Ireland through recorded history that the Palestinian Essene whom we call "Jesus Christ" visited and resided at a place today called Glastonbury in northern Somerset. This is a matter of enormous historical interest, and not only to theologians. Just look it up in any encyclopedia.

Let us, however, leave the theological aspects of this out of the picture for the moment and concentrate on the historical, with some reference to botanical matters. It is our intention to find as much space as we can in future issues of this journal to present as many findings on this story as we can, and especially those suggested by our members. But for now let us try to dispose of two corellary matters; first the matter of the flowering thorn tree which is really the basis for this whole legend.

In Glastonbury, Country of Somerset, England, and only there in all of western Europe, is there found a thorn bush which flowers twice a year, and almost exactly on Christmas and the Christian Easter. The story goes that these bushes in that area are all descended from a staff left outside a hut by one Joseph of Arimathaea, a prominent Hebraic and Roman official, who was also the uncle of Christ and his guardian, on one of his periodic visits to the tin mines of Britain.

The so-called "thorn trees" constitute the genus Crataegus (a member of the Rosaceae family) of which there are at least 150 full species and now over 900 sub-species, though most of the latter were developed in North America. The common species of Britain is Cretaegus oxyacantha - of which there are also numerous very distinct natural sub-species. They are all shrubs or small trees, with occasionally, an old giant up to 45 feet. The original indigenous distribution of this species was apparently from northwestern Europe north to 62 - 1/2 degree north latitude in Sweden; and then east again, north on the mountains to Asia Minor and North Africa. However, there is another species known as C. praccox that flowers twice a year and which is indigenous to the eastern Mediterranean, and thence east, south of the distribution of the C. oxyacantha group.

So why is there only one tiny place in western Europe where this species has become implanted; and why should seeds taken from it there (cross-bred or otherwise) fail to perform?

Next, there can in no way be any doubt that the Phoenicians and other Palestinians obtained a major part of their supply of tin and other metals from this area in the islands that the Greeks called the Cassiterides. Therefore, who would wish to deny that a leading metal trader, such as this Joseph of Armathaea, should have taken his adopted son, age 12, on a trip with him to the west? As to whether or not this adopted son happened to be the man we know (historically) as Jesus Christ is of no concern to us at the moment; but since that person appears to have been missing from Palestine from the age of 12 until 30 there is no reason to suppose that it was not he.

Finally, as you will see from this journal (Vol. 5. No. 1, p. 16), it has been suggested (by Colin Renfrew) that the most ancient monotheistic theological influences spread not from the eastern Mediterranean to the north and west but from the north and west to the south and east. In other words, the late neolithic, and especially the Celtic ecclesiasties (often erroneously called the "Druids") were the first montheists and they could probably teach a Palestinian Essene more than could any other people whom he could reach, a pure philosphy that he could develop to apply to what Christians call his "Ministry" when he went home. The fascinating thing is that the Celts had a Messiah belief, and this great philosopher and teacher-to-be, was called by them YESU. Coincidence?

For now, we would just like to revive this fascinating legend, and introduce it to this country.

How many of you "experted" Celts have observations to make on this. Try an encyclopedia first; then see if you have any "ancestors" still alive; re-read the Bible; and then bombard us. There's more to this legend than meets the eye.




Saint, an influential Pharisee who obtained Pilote's permission to bury Jesus in his own tomb. To leave bodies hanging overnight, particularly with the Sabbath approaching, was a violation of Jewish law, is disputed; Joseph may have been as Luke interprets (23.50) a member of the Jewish Sanhedrin which condemned Jesus; Luke adds that Joseph disagreed with the verdict. The fact that he earnestly awaited the coming of the kingdom of God has led some to claim that he was a secret disciple of Jesus (John 19:38). Legend adds that he was expelled from the Sanhedrin and exiled, and after evengelizing in Gaul he became the first Christian missionary in England where supposedly, he erected a church at Glastonbury (from his thorn staff the famous "Glastonbury thorn" was said to have grown). His life, and the Holy Grael which he is reported to have carried with him, have been the subject of many myths, poems, and dramatic productions.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007


Letter from Barbara F. regarding an event of 1935

I have heard it said among some "professional UFOlogists," J.C. comes to mind, that those who see lizard type aliens are suspected of being liars, as most ufologists now only believe one type of alien exists, grays. Well...

I lived in the same home my mom grew up in. It was about 1935 or 36, I guess she would have been 18. This was the outskirts of Houston TX in the post depression era. When I grew up there it was a lower middle class neighborhood. But back then it was still a bit like the frontier area it had been, no indoor plumbing and no electricity, outhouses, kerosene lanterns. It was still pretty rural then and no one was sure the last wild wolf in the area had been killed.

So the family and mom tell the story, years later, of how she woke up one night and saw arms outstretched across her body, and her window's heavy screen had been removed. She jumped across the room and slammed into a wall, releasing a scream as she looked at what she could see of the intruder by the kerosene lantern (which burned all night in order to find one's way to the outhouse). She got off one scream before losing her voice from sheer fright.

When my grandfather and uncle responded to her scream all she could do was point to the open window. She couldn't speak to tell them what frightened her. The fact the screen was off clued them in it was no mere nightmare I would assume. They gave chase. When I was a child I think my uncle talked of this but I never paid much attention, I wish I had. My mom always concludes the tale by insisting she thinks it was a dirty old man playing a joke by wearing a mask.

Well, much later in my own life when abductions got so hot as a subject, I reluctantly started to look into them and noted similarities to much of what my mother had said ... doctors said it was a nervous breakdown on her part and she got shock therapy for it. (When I was 7 and again when I was 12, we hospitalized her for staying up all night trying to escape "them" -- them being men from the moon in floating platforms shooting beams at her.)

Anyway, I grilled her intensively about 10 years ago on what was so horrible looking about the intruders "mask" as to make her lose her voice for 20 minutes and be unable to stand. I tried mundane suggestions at first, "was it pock marks?" "burn scars?" I was looking for a description that might fit a known skin disease (I have my skeptical side you know). She finally admitted it looked like scales, then amended the scale description to "alligator hyde" look. Then she admitted that this was also on the hands and forearms. "Good Mask," I'm thinking. So OK, now we have a guy creating Hollywood style quality costumes in the 1930s to scare one 18 year old girl? She always described the intruder as "not looking human ... like a monster."

Tie this tale in with the fact my Mom starting making noises that sound just like those of a modern abduction victim of today, in 1935, then again in about 1959, and again in 1964, and I have to wonder. She still exhibits abductee symptomology. But unlike many abductees you almost need to inject her with truth serum to get her to talk about it. She will go out of her way to avoid subjects like aliens and UFO's and such. Says she does not want to think about all that "weird" stuff. She is 77 years old now, and could have been described as a pretty average American woman, with normal interests and pursuits.

Excerpt from:

Bewilderness, Chapter 18, by PJ Gaenir

Sunday, October 28, 2007


The Scotsman
Sunday, 28th October 2007

Sat 27 Oct 2007

Spaced out, or switched on? Aliens blew up our fridge

A GOVERNMENT investigation into a series of unexplained fires in fridges, televisions and mobile phones in an Italian village has concluded that the responsibility lies with "aliens testing secret weapons".

In scenes similar to the drama series The X-Files, Canneto di Caronia on Sicily was the centre of world attention three years ago after residents reported everyday household objects - electrical appliances, a pile of wedding presents and furniture bursting into flames.

Dozens of experts including scientists, electrical engineers and military experts, arrived in the village, in the north of the island, to investigate. One amazed scientist reported seeing an unplugged electrical cable burst into flames.

Arson was ruled out while locals blamed supernatural forces and the Vatican's chief exorcist Father Gabriele Amorth suggested it was Satan's work.

The report, by the Civil Protection Department, was ordered by the Italian government and brought together dozens of experts including a NASA scientist who asked to help with the £1 million investigation.

According to leaked copies, the fires were "caused by high power electromagnetic emissions which were not man-made and reached a power of between 12 and 15 gigawatts".

The report also details an incident of a possible UFO landing close to Caronia - 60 miles east of Palermo - after "burnt imprints which have not been explained were found in a field".

Yesterday Francesco Mantegna Venerando, Sicily's Civil Protection chief who
coordinated the report, said:

"We are not saying little green men from Mars started the fires, but that unnatural forces capable of creating a large amount of electromagnetic energy were responsible. This is just one possibility. We are also looking at another one which involves the testing of top-secret weapons by an unknown power which are also capable of producing an enormous amount of energy."

This contrasts with Father Amorth's explanation. "I've seen things like this before," he said. "Demons occupy a house and appear in electrical goods. Let's not forget Satan and his followers have immense powers."

But the conclusion that aliens had been responsible was backed up by numerous interviews with residents who claimed to have seen UFOs overhead at the time of the fires.

Pietro Imbrodino, owner of Hotel Ze Maria, in Caronia, said he had "always suspected something supernatural". He added:

"I haven't seen any little green men but I know some people have seen UFOs."

Among other suggested explanations is a theory that magma spreading along underground passages from Mount Etna produces flammable gas, which seeps up and ignites.


The following events are happening at the present to friends of mine. You never know how circumstances can affect what you do next in life! To explain: My friends were in Cheyenne, Wyoming in their motor home pulling a SUV. A nice young couple invited them to dinner. People in motor homes do that as they travel and park (usually at Walmart parking lots). While they were eating the young man slipped out and poured sugar in both gas tanks. When they started the motor home it went approximately 5 feet and died.

When they reported this to the police the retort was it was a childish prank and that was it. Unfortunately they didn't have money to fix the motors as it would cost thouosands of dollars. So they went to a church nearby which happened to be Catholic and told them what happened. They said they would hire them as maintenance workers, pay them a small salary, an apartment and meals. So they settled for that. The priest sold the motor vehicle to some people for practically nothing. He also sold all the things they had in the motorhome. They were left almost destitute and dependent on the good graces of the church. They soon found out why.

An apartment was given to them where a priest used to live. The young priest even arranged for a stove to be brought up to their apartment. Snow suits were provided in flourescent colors for winter so they could get rid of the snow. They couldn't get over their good fortune after such a devastating thing had happened to them.

The first night they spent in the apartment all sorts of spooky things happened. They heard "Mack the Knife" playing on what they thought was a radio. Later they learned after removing the radio from the apartment the music came from the walls. They also heard a news broadcast where Roosevelt was visiting Wyoming. They didn't know which one it was, Teddy Roosevelt or the more recent one. Since that first night the music has changed and they have heard two different songs so far.

The second song's words were:

You and me, we used to be together, Every day together always.

I really feel, that I'm losing my best friend, I can't believe this could be the end.

It looks as though you're letting go and if it's real, well I don't want to know.

Don't speak, I know just what you're saying, so please stop explaining.
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking.
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts.

Our memories, they can be inviting, But some are altogether mighty frightening.

As we die, both you and I, with my head in my hands, I sit and cry.

(These words were found on the internet after writing down words they could decipher. All you need is a few words and you will be able to find any song.)

The ground the rectory was on originally was where gypsies would camp. They were chased out when a mental hospital was built on the land. It burned down. Later it would be where the rectory was built for the church. They believe the gypsies put a curse on the land and they were the recipients of the phenomena that occurred at night.

One morning the priests and the nuns were gone - completely disappeared. A couple of days ago they found out from the lady in the office that the priests had died many years ago as had the nuns! This really unnerved them. They had been talking to solid ghosts! The nuns even cooked for them. They did notice they didn't eat the food, only picked at it. The lady in the office was not aware of what was happening about the ghosts.

The following is the procedure that takes place at night between 12 am and 1:45 am.
The events start at midnight with a temperature drop of 15 degrees and music that seems to come from the walls themselves.

A mysterious bluish white light comes from under the bedroom closet door and two traditionally garbed alter boys walk through the closed door. Other ghosts seem to be interacting with each other but not with the living.

An older man in an expensive looking black suit asks "is it warm enough for you?" but doesnt linger for an answer before disappearing through the bedroom wall.

A woman wearing a black evening dress seems to pace impatiently back and forth several times before disappearing into thin air.

Suddenly a baby will cry as if in distress then stops as abruptly as it started. An old man with dirty clothes and unkept hair stares out from the bedroom dresser mirror as if looking out a window followed by a young woman dressed in an old fashioned white blouse and gray skirt.

An elderly couple walk out of the closet hand in hand like lovers on their honeymoon.

None of the spectors interact with my two friends who live in this haunted rectory but, to make this story even more spooky, the spirits of the two priests are amoung the last to appear.

At 1:45am the spirits seem to return to the closet for the evening only to repeat the process again the next evening. By 2am everything returns to normal.

A day or so ago one of the priests who they had been talking with and had disappeared came out of the closet. He had died in 1988. They were able to talk to him. He said the spirits could not leave until the puzzle was solved. They asked what puzzle and he said the woman that had set fire to the mental hospital and killed all the people in it had to be brought to justice. He even gave her name.

Several nights ago all the ghosts appeared in formal clothes coming out of the closet one by one and two by two. My friends tried to figure out why they would be dressed like that. I believe it was for them because that was the last night they heard or saw the ghosts. Two days later the church told my friends they were no longer needed as they didn't have the money to pay them a salary. I think the ghosts came to say goodbye and they knew my friends would be leaving.

They are actively pursuing anything that would explain what is going on here or has gone on in the past that led to this haunting.

I have never heard of solid ghosts. When the priest left he just dissolved! The next night he came but did not interact with them.

And that my friends, is a true Halloween story!

Friday, October 26, 2007


The Alor Beings
From Billy Booth,

Sometimes, in the field of Ufology, I get overwhelmed with the responsibility of proving everything to everybody, and fielding hundreds of differing opinions on the same case. That is why I often take a bit of time to break away from the stringent, narrow path that I walk so ever carefully on, and just read a good old story and don't worry about verifying and documenting a thing. Normally, a story like this falls into the category of UFO Folklore.

One of these stories of myth and legend that I have come across is the "Strange Beings of the Alor Islands." The account comes from the book, "UFO: One of World Problem in Present Day," Jakarta, Yayasan Idayu (Idayu Foundation), page 49-51. I was fortunate enough to see a translated version of the portion of the book that talked about the Alor Island beings. This incident supposedly occurred in 1959.

Now, we have always had our creature stories, like Bigfoot, the Mothman, the Flatwoods monster, the Lock Ness monster, and others, but the Alor story seems to tell us of a totally different type of being. According to the report by police chief Alwi Alnadad, the beings were of a reddish skin tone, about 5' 6 inches tall, and had white, wavy hair. The police chief, at first very skeptical of the stories, finally became a believer in these bizarre looking beings.

These beings allegedly landed their space ship, and began looking around an Aloran village. The frightened local residents shot their arrows at the invaders, but without success. The arrows caused the beings to jump real high, and leave the area. They were nowhere to be found.

A few days later, in another village not far away, the beings were again sighted. This time, as many as six different witnesses reported their presence. Again, they seemed to be searching for something. Only days later, it was reported that the beings had kidnapped a man who had been surrounded by them. He reported that the beings spoke in an unintelligible language. The man was paralyzed, but eventually escaped the clutches of the uninvited beings.

A five-year-old child would be the next victim of the beings from another world. Eventually released, the child was found in a field, dazed and confused. By this time, police chief Alnadad had had enough, and organized a police group to hunt down the beings and rid the island of the pests.

The police, following reports by the villagers, finally located and surrounded the other-worldly beings. The police were there to kill or be killed, and the group of 6 or more policemen fired their weapons at the beings, but again, they jumped very high, and were nowhere to be found. This would be the last time they were seen in the Aloran's home. One final report, made shortly after their escape, stated that a white, glowing object was seen leaving the village. The beings would never again return to Alora.


Re: Veterans Close Encounter previously published, a comment.

Concerning the Veteran's story:

I can verify that some UFOs DO make sounds like diesel engines even when they are not damaged by a bullet. UFO sounds are quite rare. CUFOs has one in its archives. The UFO was over a river in the state of Oregon. A ham radio operator stuck his microphone out his window and radioed the sound to a police radio where it was recorded by a small personal recorder. In the other instance a UFO hovered over a house in Canada making a sound that the occupants recorded that strongly resembled a loud diesel engine. The high strangeness of several aspects of this experience lend it validity in my view that the craft was not a conventional vehicle of earth based technology.

In Florida a small UFO cruised along side a police cruser as it was passing a orange grove during late night rounds.The color the UFO emitted was a bluish green. It also seemed to lower the ambient temperature for while it was flying beside him he noticed he could see his breath as he frantically radioed the dispatcher to inform them of his circumstances and request backup. I don't suppose that the vet noticed any temperature changes during his experience. There was probably too much excitement to distract him from an observation like that unless it was an extreme change. Also it may already have been cold to the point were the UFO made no difference in the dew point. Fla is usually very humid so it doesn't take much of a temp drop to get to the dew point most of the year.


Thursday, October 25, 2007


By Richard F. Haines
UFO Magazine July/August 1995

Testimony of Francis P. Wall, Private First Class in the US Army during the Korean War.

"This event that I am about to relate to you is the truth, so help me God. It happened in the early Spring of 1951 in the country of Korea. We were in the Army infantry. I was in the 25th Division, 27th Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 'Easy' Company.

"We were in what is known on the miltary maps as the Iron Triangle, near Chorwon. We were to the left of Chorwon, just across the mountain ridge from this city - town -- whatever you want to call it. It is night. We are located upon the slopes of a mountain, between the fingers of a mountain as they run down toward the valley below where there is a Korean village.

"Previously we have sent our men into this village to warn the populous that we are going to bombard it with artillery. Upon this night that I'm talkin' about, we were doin' just that. We had aerial artillery bursts coming' in. And we suddenly noticed down, with the mountains to our backs, we noticed on our right-hand side what appeared to be a jack-o-lantern come wafting down across the mountain.

"And at first no one thorught anything about it. So we noticed that this thing continued on down to the village to where, indeed, the artillery air bursts were exploding. And we further noticed that this object would get right into... it was that quick that it could get into the center of an airburst of artillery and yet remain unharmed. And, subsequently, this time element on this, I can't recall exactly. I would say anywhere from oh, forty-five minutes to an hour all told."


"But then this object approached us. And it turned a blue-green brilliant light It's hard to distinguish the size of it, there's no way to compare it. It pulsated. The light, that is, was pulsating. It wasn't ah, regular.

"Alright, this object approached us. I asked for and received permission from Lt. Evans, our company commander at that time, to fire upon this object, which I did with an M-1 rifle with armor-piercing bullets, or rounds in it. And I did hit it. It must have been metallic because you could hear when the projectile slammed into it.

"Now what do you say, why would that, ah, bullet damage this craft if the artillery rounds didn't? I don't know unless they had dropped their protective field around 'em, or whatever. That this, ah, technology envisions, that they had to protect it. But the object went wild and it... the light was goin' on and off and it went off completely once, briefly. And it was moving erratically from side to side as though it might crash to the ground.

"The, ah, sound, which we had heard no sound previous to this, the sound of, like of, ah, you've heard diesel locomotives reving up. That's the way this thing sounded. And, then, we were attacked, I guess you would call it. In any event, we were swept by some form of a ray that was emitted in pulses, in waves that you could visually see only when it was aiming directly at you. That is to say, like a searchlight sweeps around and the segments of light you would see it coming at you.


"Now you would feel a burning, tingling sensation all over your body, as though something were penetrating you. And, ah, so the company commander, Lt. evans, hauled us into our bunkers. We didn't know what was going to happen. We were to look out to fire at the enemy. So, I'm in my bunker with another man. We're peeping out at this thing. It hovered over us for a while, lit up the whole area with its light that I'm telling you about, and then I saw it shoot off at a 45-degree angle, it's that quick, just, it was there and was gone. That quick. And it was as though that was the end of it.

"But, three days later the entire company of men had to be evacuated by ambulance. They had to cut roads in there and haul them out, they were too weak to walk. And they had dysentery and then subsequently, ah, when the doctor did see them, ah, they had an extremely high white blood cell count which the doctors could not account for.

"Now let me inform you on this. In the military, especially the Army, each day you file a report, a company report. Now, we had a confab about that. What do we do about this? Do we file it in the report or not? And the consensus was 'no.' Because they'd lock every one of us up, and think we were crazy. At that time no such thing as a UFO had ever been heard of and we didn't know what it was.

"And I still don't know what it was. But I do know that since that time I have periods of disorientation, memory loss, and ah, I dropped from 180 pounds to 138 pounds after I got back to this country. And I've had great difficulty keeping my weight up. Indeed, I'm retired and disabled today."

"Oh, there's one thing I forgot. I'm not trying to add to the story but there is one thing that's important. You know I told you I fired at it with the M-1 rifle...made contact. And the thing went wild like it was gonna fall.

"Alright, subsequently, we opened up with everything we had and after that nothing would affect it...That one shot got it. But evidently, their defenses were lowered, briefly, and when I connected, and when their defenses were thrown back up, and after that, nothing could hit it.

There was no contact?

"No contact. But the first time I did connect. And it was metallic because it was an armor piercing projectile from an M-1 rifle. And we did hear the metal to metal, as it impacted.

Was it almost instantaneously, because apparently the object wasn't very far away?

"It wasn't far away, no. It was hovering right above us, like that, about like that ah, ceiling there...and apparently observing us...It apparently had NO HOSTILE INTENT at that time, until I fired.

Did you recall whether there was any sound associated with the event?

"There was no sound until I hit the object. That's what I'm telling you, that this sound of locomotives reving up, diesel locomotives. Yeh, a deep sound. And that thing was winding up...and it, it recovered from this impact. And it was fully operational.

"But I did see the blue-green light on one of your pictures there... like I described to you...It was orange in the beginning and then it changed to a bluegreen light...I do believe that these things are real and I think that there is a cover up, and we were ordered to say nothing about this. That shows you they are covering up...It is foolish to believe that we have the only technology anywhere, you know? There are other intelligences...Well I hope, I wish...if I can raise up any of the names of the men, possibly, that are still alive, and I doubt if you could get them to come forth, but if I could, there would be some way to verify this. I'm 60 years old now, but back when I was younger there were three days I still can't account for.

"There's three days I still can't account for. Why, ever since I came back home. My wife can tell you about it but I still don't remember...I've had these extreme headaches. They'd have to send me home, put me in the hospital and so forth..but you could talk to my wife, ah, what's left of my family, half of them are in the grave...and they'll tell you that I've told the same story many times. And if I was lying I think I'd get mixed up in it after a while.

What do you think the object was?

"An alien spacecraft - nothing like I had ever seen.


This close encounter of the first and second kind contains interesting corroborative data to the March 10, 1951 pilot sighting near Chinnampo, North Korea, the January 29, 1952 sighting by three military pilots flying near Wonson at night, and the February 24, 1952 bomber crew sighting over Antung, and the May 31, 1952 pilot sighting south of Chorwon.

This particular sighting report also contains valuable details related to the nature of this aerial reality such as apparent three-dimensionality and mass, emitted noises and luminous radiation in a partially collimated fashion (in seeming reaction to the impact of the soldier's rifle projectile), biological interaction (immediate skin sensations and subsequent skin surface and internal sequelae), and a responsiveness that is (allegedly) in direct response to the witness' "aggressive" behavior. The identity of what is behind this phenomenon remains shrouded in mystery.

In those days they knew nothing of radiation poisoning. He had the classic symptoms.