My Transforming Encounter
By William Hamilton III
In 1976, urged by my good friend John Maxfield, we searched for a man named Brian Scott who claimed he had been abducted six times. This was an amazing claim in that year and we were glad when we finally located Brian through writer Jim Frazier.
On his 16th birthday he saw a glowing orange ball of light come down from the sky to within a foot of where he stood, then it darted skyward, leaving the youthful Brian dumbfounded. The ball of light returned on many occasions, and on one particular night it came into his house and passed in front of a dresser mirror. Its reflection could not be seen in the mirror. Brian grabbed a broom and tried to bat the ball out of the house.
Brian's first encounter with alien entities took place on the night of March 14, 1971 near Apache Junction, Arizona. Apache Junction is located near the haunting Superstition Mountains. Brian lost two hours of time the night of the first encounter.
As we studied Brian and the remarkable automatic writings and drawings he executed while in a state of trance, we were drawn into his circle more and more as if under the influence of a growing vortex.
In December of 1976, Brian and Jim Frazier set off for Peru and Bolivia. Brian was instructed by the mysterious being, Voltar, to go to Tiahuanaco and the Marcahuasi Plateau and stand inside the Portal del Sol, the Gate of the Sun. Marcahuasi is a unique mountain top, geologically unlike any of the surrounding Andes, located 80KM north east of Lima, Peru. Brian found he could not comply with the request made by Voltar because the Gate of the Sun was encircled by a fence and posted with a guard to preserve this ancient monument from prying hands.
Brian was told that if he reached out with his hands and touched the ancient stone blocks, he would make contact with Voltar, mind-to-mind, and be able to perceive the ancient past of Tiahuanaco. Brian did this, only standing in the portal to the ruins of the Temple of Kalasasaya. He allegedly passed on to a higher state of mind and underwent a transformation from Brian to Brian-Voltar for a period of weeks.
My job as a fledgling MUFON field investigator was to gather the facts and interview witnesses and make reports all with an objective frame of mind. Unfortunately, this ideal situation just doesn’t exist and one becomes entangled like a quantum particle with the phenomena one is investigating.
When a group of us went to LAX to meet Brian and Jim at the end of December and welcome them back home, I was unprepared for subsequent events. When Brian-as-Voltar came through customs, the inspector asked him if he was high and the overshadowing personality of Voltar now speaking through Brian in what appeared to be a normal state and not in trance replied that he was high on love. This did not sit well with the inspector and he asked further where Brian was from and when the reply came that he was from Epsilon Eridani, the inspector was baffled and asked if that was anywhere near Pasadena, California! It was hilarious.
When we sat down to have coffee, Brian, who was an inveterate smoker, never touched a cigarette and talked about eating flowers. It was as if one person went to Bolivia and another one returned in his place wearing the same body. Voltar as Brian would look around and remark on something he could see happening on the other side of a wall which is something we could not do.
As my friend John Maxfield drove me back to Los Angeles on the San Diego freeway and we passed Santa Monica Bay I noticed a large object hovering in the clouds above the bay that had an orange glow outlining its bulk. I asked John to exit the freeway at the next turnoff so I might get a better look at it with my binoculars.
John drove us off the freeway to a residential side street where he parked. I got out of the car fast as I was afraid the mysterious object would fly away. I looked carefully at the object through my binoculars and determined that it was cylindrical in shape. As I peered through the magnifying lenses, a bright red light similar to a red laser seemed to emanate from the side of this object and enter my glasses and triggered something in my brain as if a “door opened”. I put down the binoculars and told John that we should get back in the car and drive to our usual hangout, Denny’s coffee shop remarking that Hector would be there. By the time we got there it was around 2 am.
As we sat around a booth, Hector walked through the front door and joined us to talk. I had been saying some strange things since seeing the light, and I had everyone’s attention. John wondered where I was getting this information from, and I could not tell him with any certainty.
As the days of January passed, and we had at least two encounters with strange men, and as we progressed in the study of the strange drawings that Jim Frazier gave us , we divined one revelation after another, and my mental processing seemed to accelerate so that I was soon doing high speed calculations in competition with electronic calculators, and able to read whole phrases written in latin or greek. The efficiency of my mental processing, the frequency of synchronicities that occurred, and the paranormal experiences all started to accelerate until I, myself, went into a catatonic state and later into a period of 8 days where I had full dimensional visions of the cosmos from the beginning of our universe (or one of its beginnings) to the present day and far into the future. I spent a total of 22 days in this accelerated altered state of mind that literally changed my life and had an impact on my family and friends.
The recounting of all the details of this experience that happened in early 1977 would require a book which I once attempted to write and may one day. Suffice to say that I learned the visions of the future to be partly symbolic and a few of these have come to pass and convinced me that these visions were not just hallucinations with no basis in reality. One of the visions involved the drying up of oil from just beneath the surface of the earth as our demands increased resulting in more earthquake activity because I could see the oil acting as a lubricant. There is more to come, and I saw the days get darker, much darker filling with clouds and destruction. Then, there was an abrupt transition, and a new day dawned on earth. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, people were smiling, and communicating non-verbally as well as verbally. Will this all come to pass? If so, when? These are questions I cannot answer even to this day.
For those of you who would like to read more about the Brian Scott story, please link to http://www.lastufo.info/ and you will also be able to read Chapter 2 from my book Alien Magic on the strange saga of Brian Scott. You can visit my website at: http://www.astrosciences.info/ and read some of my essays.
In 1976, urged by my good friend John Maxfield, we searched for a man named Brian Scott who claimed he had been abducted six times. This was an amazing claim in that year and we were glad when we finally located Brian through writer Jim Frazier.
On his 16th birthday he saw a glowing orange ball of light come down from the sky to within a foot of where he stood, then it darted skyward, leaving the youthful Brian dumbfounded. The ball of light returned on many occasions, and on one particular night it came into his house and passed in front of a dresser mirror. Its reflection could not be seen in the mirror. Brian grabbed a broom and tried to bat the ball out of the house.
Brian's first encounter with alien entities took place on the night of March 14, 1971 near Apache Junction, Arizona. Apache Junction is located near the haunting Superstition Mountains. Brian lost two hours of time the night of the first encounter.
As we studied Brian and the remarkable automatic writings and drawings he executed while in a state of trance, we were drawn into his circle more and more as if under the influence of a growing vortex.
In December of 1976, Brian and Jim Frazier set off for Peru and Bolivia. Brian was instructed by the mysterious being, Voltar, to go to Tiahuanaco and the Marcahuasi Plateau and stand inside the Portal del Sol, the Gate of the Sun. Marcahuasi is a unique mountain top, geologically unlike any of the surrounding Andes, located 80KM north east of Lima, Peru. Brian found he could not comply with the request made by Voltar because the Gate of the Sun was encircled by a fence and posted with a guard to preserve this ancient monument from prying hands.
Brian was told that if he reached out with his hands and touched the ancient stone blocks, he would make contact with Voltar, mind-to-mind, and be able to perceive the ancient past of Tiahuanaco. Brian did this, only standing in the portal to the ruins of the Temple of Kalasasaya. He allegedly passed on to a higher state of mind and underwent a transformation from Brian to Brian-Voltar for a period of weeks.
My job as a fledgling MUFON field investigator was to gather the facts and interview witnesses and make reports all with an objective frame of mind. Unfortunately, this ideal situation just doesn’t exist and one becomes entangled like a quantum particle with the phenomena one is investigating.
When a group of us went to LAX to meet Brian and Jim at the end of December and welcome them back home, I was unprepared for subsequent events. When Brian-as-Voltar came through customs, the inspector asked him if he was high and the overshadowing personality of Voltar now speaking through Brian in what appeared to be a normal state and not in trance replied that he was high on love. This did not sit well with the inspector and he asked further where Brian was from and when the reply came that he was from Epsilon Eridani, the inspector was baffled and asked if that was anywhere near Pasadena, California! It was hilarious.
When we sat down to have coffee, Brian, who was an inveterate smoker, never touched a cigarette and talked about eating flowers. It was as if one person went to Bolivia and another one returned in his place wearing the same body. Voltar as Brian would look around and remark on something he could see happening on the other side of a wall which is something we could not do.
As my friend John Maxfield drove me back to Los Angeles on the San Diego freeway and we passed Santa Monica Bay I noticed a large object hovering in the clouds above the bay that had an orange glow outlining its bulk. I asked John to exit the freeway at the next turnoff so I might get a better look at it with my binoculars.
John drove us off the freeway to a residential side street where he parked. I got out of the car fast as I was afraid the mysterious object would fly away. I looked carefully at the object through my binoculars and determined that it was cylindrical in shape. As I peered through the magnifying lenses, a bright red light similar to a red laser seemed to emanate from the side of this object and enter my glasses and triggered something in my brain as if a “door opened”. I put down the binoculars and told John that we should get back in the car and drive to our usual hangout, Denny’s coffee shop remarking that Hector would be there. By the time we got there it was around 2 am.
As we sat around a booth, Hector walked through the front door and joined us to talk. I had been saying some strange things since seeing the light, and I had everyone’s attention. John wondered where I was getting this information from, and I could not tell him with any certainty.
As the days of January passed, and we had at least two encounters with strange men, and as we progressed in the study of the strange drawings that Jim Frazier gave us , we divined one revelation after another, and my mental processing seemed to accelerate so that I was soon doing high speed calculations in competition with electronic calculators, and able to read whole phrases written in latin or greek. The efficiency of my mental processing, the frequency of synchronicities that occurred, and the paranormal experiences all started to accelerate until I, myself, went into a catatonic state and later into a period of 8 days where I had full dimensional visions of the cosmos from the beginning of our universe (or one of its beginnings) to the present day and far into the future. I spent a total of 22 days in this accelerated altered state of mind that literally changed my life and had an impact on my family and friends.
The recounting of all the details of this experience that happened in early 1977 would require a book which I once attempted to write and may one day. Suffice to say that I learned the visions of the future to be partly symbolic and a few of these have come to pass and convinced me that these visions were not just hallucinations with no basis in reality. One of the visions involved the drying up of oil from just beneath the surface of the earth as our demands increased resulting in more earthquake activity because I could see the oil acting as a lubricant. There is more to come, and I saw the days get darker, much darker filling with clouds and destruction. Then, there was an abrupt transition, and a new day dawned on earth. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, people were smiling, and communicating non-verbally as well as verbally. Will this all come to pass? If so, when? These are questions I cannot answer even to this day.
For those of you who would like to read more about the Brian Scott story, please link to http://www.lastufo.info/ and you will also be able to read Chapter 2 from my book Alien Magic on the strange saga of Brian Scott. You can visit my website at: http://www.astrosciences.info/ and read some of my essays.
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