LOCUST MAN'S CLOSE ENCOUNTER

By Sandy Bruney
Record Reporter

Although many people in Anson County have reportedly seen a UFO, they have so far been spared the experience of being in one. A man from Locust, NC, a small community near Albermarle, was not so lucky some 10 years ago.

The victim, a car salesman, left a friend's house at 3 a.m. and headed for home (10 miles away). He remembered crossing a steel bridge over Rocky River, and looking up to see a bright star. The next conscious recollection was of driving home, and the sun rising. The clock inside his house said 6:10. He went to bed, and woke with a severe "sunburn." As he drove to work, he noticed the paint was peeling on his demo car.

"Have you been working with an arc welder?" coworkers asked him.

Suffering dizziness and nausea, he visited a doctor and was given a cream for his burns. He began being troubled with both nightmares and "waking dreams" in which he pictured himself in the cockpit of an airplane, looking down at the moonlit earth below. He began having panic attacks.

Not a science-fiction buff, he suffered until he finally wrote to a UFO center in Illinois, which in turn referred him to Henry (Punky) Morton of Wadesboro, who is regional director of MUFON. "I wish I could go to sleep and have the whole dream and see the end," the man told the UFO expert.

Morton suggested hypnosis, and an expert in criminal hypnosis in Winston-Salem was contacted. After a number of sessions, the amazing story unfolded.

After he left the bridge, the victim, still in his car, was lifted closer to the "star," which he now saw was a globe shaped object. He could not move his body, but nevertheless had the feeling that all was well. He entered the globe, noting that the interior seemed larger than the outside. Three beings opened the car door and levitated him out, putting his body on a table.

As the tranquilizer effect wore off, he became excited, nearly paranoid. The beings left the room, and he again experienced the tranquil feeling. On their return, he was examined, stuck with needles, and had a globe passed over his body. He could see a screen on the wall -- like an x-ray -- and then he was driving home.

Even when confronted with the tapes from the sessions, the man refused to believe that such an experience had happened to him. He still thought it was a dream, except for the burns on his body and his car.

He died of natural causes two years ago, but "had learned to deal with it by then," according to Morton.

Not all victims have gotten off as lightly as the Locust resident. Some report that their abductors use no tranquilizers or anesthesia as they take blood and tissue samples, and even samples of ovum and sperm. "They were treated worse than lab animals," said Morton.
Not all visitors are bent on scientific inquiry, he speculated. "Some are here as tourists -- like we'd go to a zoo."

They may also come from different galaxies, he added, given the range of shapes and behavior of their ships.

Yet there is evidence, he said, that aliens have been interacting with man for centuries: teaching them and leading them, and even using them to build their "runways" in Peru, the Pacific Islands and England.

Many people believe that the circles and patterns in the fields of southern England are a sign that such contact will soon be made again.

And many others will tell us that, for them, it has already been made.

SIGHTING AND AN "EXTRATERRESTRIAL CONSULTATION"

From Contactos Extraterrestres, a UFO Magazine published in Mexico City.

FIRST CASE: I think that my reliability will be demonstrated if I tell you that I am a professional man (doctor) 45 years of age and 22 years practicing my profession.
In April of 1976 when I was coming through the state of Nayarit on the way back to Guadalajara with my wife and four children (Nayarit is northwest of Guadalajara: this route could indicate that they were returning from the Pacific resort city of Mazatlan), at about six in the afternoon, and when we passed in the vicinity of Ceboruc Volcan (10 km (6 miles) NW of Ahuacatlan), one of my children (a son) exclaimed "Daddy, look what's on the hill!" I looked there and stopped the car. It was an enormous disc, dull orange in color, which emitted a certain iridescence. We saw it for about two minutes, after which it rose gently over the hill and moved away toward the South in a dizzying manner, losing itself on the horizon in a few seconds. In addition to my family and me, there were other witnesses, several drivers who stopped to see the spectacle.

As there are people reluctant to accept the presence of UFOs, I have related this event only to my friends. I am now informing you of it for the purpose of receiving an answer that may tell me if it might have something to do with the case I will next relate.

SECOND CASE: I am a general practitioner in the city of Guadalajara. Well, then on October 28, 1976 (a Thursday), I attended to my patients as usual. At 12 noon I was ready to finish, when the last patient came in, who attracted my attention very much. It was a person about 50 years old, of very white skin, almost totally bald, grayish-blue eyes, a penetrating look, and of a genial nature.

I did not hear him when he entered the waiting room, but I saw him paging through a magazine when I opened the door to say good-bye to another patient. When I looked at him he got up and I could see he was very short, about 1.50 m, (4' 11"). With a high-pitched voice he told me, "I want you to give me a checkup"; I told him I would. I proceeded with the checkup and was baffled by his perfect health; his vital signs and his reflexes were surprisingly normal. He was hairless except for his face, where he had a very fine fuzz; on the rest of his body his skin was as smooth and delicate as that of a robust baby of six months. Upon noting this to him, he told me, "I have always led a very healthy life, without any excesses, and have cultivated mental control for a long time. I have not gone to the doctor for a long time."

I almost fainted when I learned his age: 85 years! He noticed my perplexity and told me, "I am not from here, and don't ask me where I am from, because I can't tell you. My name is Llop Zamiet. (In Spanish, the "ll," a letter of its own, is pronounced like "y," which is the more usual rendering of that sound.) There are more planets in this solar system that have not yet been discovered; several such as I are distributed throughout the world trying to enter into contact with conscientious (or reliable) people who are disposed to help us make known our presence without causing any fear. We want to help improve the general conditions of development on Earth and avoid the evils that can lead you to chaos.

"Listen carefully to the message I am going to give you, pay attention: God exists as a creative being; matter does not exist in itself; there is a single universal current from which everything else emanates from the microcosmos to the macrocosmos. This current is ELECTRICITY.
Dr. Leopoldo Diaz Martinez
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We greatly appreciate your kind words. With respect to the two cases in which you found yourself involved, we consider them very interesting, which is why we are publishing them, but it is very difficult to establish a possible relationship between them.
Ariel Rosals, Editor of Contactos Extraterrestres

WHERE DO THEY COME FROM AND WHY ARE THEY HERE?

We all want answers and we get them, but are they true answers? I have been reflecting on the various answers we are getting from varied sources telling us who the visitors are, where they come from, and why they are here. A book was sent to me titled "Allies of Humanity" which purports to answer these questions, and does so with some intelligence, but caution is in order as these answers were given via telepathy, a channel of communication that is imperfect for homo sapiens. This book tells us that those who land on earth represent various collectives of merchants from alliances formed among different species and that our real allies do not land here on earth. After reading several chapters I received the distinct impression that it is written with an underlying tone of fear and, at least in one place, is based on unsupported and probably erroneous information. Years ago, the answer was that all our visitors were friendly and more evolved socially and spiritually than earth humans, but were human themselves and allied themselves into "federations" or "confederations" which came to warn us of our wayward ways. After the abduction pehnomena became widely known, the aliens were said to be violating human rights and abducting people for selfish purposes that involved a program in genetic modification.

On the wilder side, as news of Reptilian aliens spread, stories turned dark in a hurry and we were now being raised for food for hungry aliens with teeth. Others are sure that our world is being gutted for its plentiful resources.(which are not so plentiful these days).

Then with Meier we have a return to the benevolent humans and their spiritual philosophies which are aimed at getting us back on track if we are to survive and not blow ourselves to smithereens.

The insiders who work inside of black programs dealing with alien technology say they do not believe in abductions and there is no briefing on them within their community, but say "our friends" donated a craft or two for us to learn their technology.

Some do not think that the aliens are from other worlds at all. Some do not think that any alien spacecraft crashed and were recovered by military teams.

In other words, we now have a great deal of confusion in the absence of first-hand knowledge, but we are still eager to have some answers instead of being hung with a mystery. There is a way to start sorting out all the ideas and start finding the actual truth, but it takes work, perserverance, and courage to move ahead in our research and investigation while parking all these answers aside to be re-evaluated after more facts are collected and analyzed.

Sincerely, Bill Hamilton
AstroScience Research
Networkhttp://www.astrosciences.info/
"I don't see the logic of rejecting data just because they seem incredible." Fred Hoyle

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In this same light, yesterday I ordered from Amazon a book a friend told me about by Preston Dennett titled "UFO Healings". He has gathered case histories of persons who were healed by beneficial aliens.

Jorge Martin, researcher in Puerto Rico told me that all of the contacts in Puerto Rico have been beneficial with many healings.

Dr. Valery Uvarov from St. Petersburg, Russia said that many healings take place when persons are contacted there.

Elizabeth Klarer fell in love with an alien, was taken to his planet and had his son. This planet was beautiful, peaceful and perfect. Sadly she could not stay there because of the frequency of the planet did not match the frequency of her heart.

THE CASE OF THE ABDUCTED COMEDIAN

IN JANUARY OF 2003 I RECEIVED A LETTER FROM A WELL KNOWN COMEDIAN. ONE THAT ALL OF YOU ARE FAMILIAR WITH. I PROMISED HIM ANONYMITY AND BECAUSE OF THAT I WON’T REVEAL HIS NAME.

THIS IS ONE OF THE ODDEST CONTACT CASES I HAVE EVER HEARD. HE SAID HE WAS ABDUCTED THREE WEEKS BEFORE AFTER HAVING JUST COMPLETED A PERFORMANCE AT A COMEDY CLUB. HE WAS UNLOCKING HIS CAR DOOR WHEN HE FELT A STRANGE SENSATION. IT WAS LIKE HE WAS BEING PULLED SIMULTANEOUSLY IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. THE PAIN WAS INTENSE AND HE BLACKED OUT. WHEN HE AWOKE HE WAS IN A STRUCTURE THAT WAS LIKE NOTHING HE HAD EVER SEEN BEFORE. SURROUNDING HIM WERE THIRTY TO FIFTY BEINGS VAGUELY RESEMBLING THE ALIENS IN "CLOSE ENCOUNTERS". FOR A PERSON NOT FAMILIAR WITH ALIEN ABDUCTIONS THAT WAS THE BEST HE COULD DESCRIBE THEM.

HE WAS STRANGELY COMPELLED TO START DOING HIS ACT, AND ASSUMED THAT’S WHAT THEY WANTED. THEY RESPONDED WITH A HIGH-PITCHED CLANKING SOUND. HE COULDN’T TELL IF IT WAS LAUGHTER OR NOT. THE UNNERVING THING WAS, NO MATTER WHAT JOKE HE TOLD HE GOT EXACTLY THE SAME RESPONSE. WHEN HE FINISHED, THERE WAS NO APPLAUSE, SO HE JUST SAT DOWN.

SPONTANEOUSLY ALL THE ALIENS GOT UP AND STARTED DOING HIS ROUTINE, REPEATING HIS JOKES BACK TO HIM. THEY HAD ALL HIS PHYSICAL MANNERISMS, BUT NONE OF HIS CRISP TIMING. IT WAS PAINFUL TO WATCH. HE BLACKED OUT AGAIN AND WOKE UP OUTSIDE HIS CAR IN THE SAME SPOT OF HIS ABDUCTION. STRANGELY, ONLY A FEW SECONDS HAD ELAPSED EVEN THOUGH HIS ACT ITSELF TAKES 45 MINUTES.

HE KEPT THIS TO HIMSELF BECAUSE HE KNEW NO ONE WOULD BELIEVE HIM AND WOULD ASK WHAT DRUGS HE WAS ON! FINALLY HE HAD TO FIND SOMEONE THAT WOULD UNDERSTAND AND THAT IS HOW HE FOUND ME.

HE HAS HAD SOME DREAMS ABOUT THE ABDUCTION. HE DIDN’T BELIEVE HE WAS PROBED OR TAMPERED WITH, BUT SINCE THE INCIDENT, A FEW UNRELATED PERSONS HAVE ASKED WHAT’S DIFFERENT ABOUT HIMSELF.

HE DIDN’T FEEL LIKE PERFORMING AGAIN FOLLOWING THE ABDUCTION, HOWEVER THERE WAS ONE SHOW COMMITMENT HE HAD TO FULFILL AND ODDLY ENOUGH IT WAS ONE OF HIS BEST PERFORMANCES EVER. HE DID HEAR THAT HIGH-PITCHED CLANKING SOUND WHILE ON STAGE. HE DIDN’T KNOW IF THERE WAS AN ALIEN IN THE AUDIENCE, OR IF IT’S JUST EMBEDDED IN HIS BRAIN.

IN REPLYING TO HIS LETTER I TOLD HIM ABOUT A CASE THAT PERHAPS WOULD MAKE HIM FEEL A LITTLE BETTER ABOUT UNUSUAL ABDUCTIONS. THIS TOOK PLACE IN BRAZIL. IT WAS THE CASE OF THE FARMER WHO WAS OUT IN HIS FIELD ON HIS TRACTOR. IT WAS TIME FOR THIS HUGE SOCCOR MATCH WHICH HE WAS LOOKING FORWARD TO WATCHING ON TELEVISION. ALL OF A SUDDEN A UFO CAME DOWN AND LANDED. ALIENS GOT OUT AND TOOK THE FARMER IN THE HOUSE. THEY WANTED TO WATCH THE SOCCOR MATCH WITH HIM. THEY DRANK HIS BEER, LAUGHED, ATE HIS SNACKS, AND ENJOYED THEMSELVES IMMENSLY! WHEN IT WAS OVER THEY LEFT JUST LIKE THEY HAD COME LEAVING HIS HOUSE TRASHED! HE WAS NOT A WEALTHY PERSON SO WHAT THEY DRANK AND ATE HURT HIS POCKETBOOK YOU COULD SAY.

THE COMMEDIAN WROTE AGAIN IN MARCH OF 2003. HE SAID HE HAD NOT CONTACTED ME BECAUSE HIS PERFORMANCES HAD COME AND GONE WITHOUT INCIDENT UNTIL THE LAST FRIDAY NIGHT. HE SAID IF HIS PREVIOUS ABDUCTION WAS BIZARRE, HE WAS SURE EVEN YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD ANTHING CLOSE TO WHAT HAPPENED TO ME THIS TIME!

I HAD JUST FINISHED JUDGING A TALENT CONTEST AT A LOCAL COMEDY CLUB AND WAS APPROACHING MY CAR WHEN I WAS ABDUCTED AGAIN. THE SAME ALIENS (I EVEN RECOGNIZED SOME OF THEM) BROUGHT ME ABOARD THE SAME CRAFT. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STRUCTURE, THERE WAS A STAGE EXACTLY LIKE THE ONE AT THE COMEDY CLUB I HAD JUST LEFT, BRICK WALL AND EVERYTHING. THIS TIME, HOWEVER, THEY DIDN’T WANT ME TO PERFORM. THE LIGHTS DIMMED AND THEN AN OFF-STAGE ANNOUNCER WELCOMED ME BY NAME TO WHAT HE CALLED "OUR COMEDY SHOWCASE."

THEN SEVERAL ALIEN COMEDIANS WERE INTRODUCED, AND THEY PROCEEDED TO DO THEIR OWN ACTS. SOME WERE FUNNY, SOME WEREN’T. ONE DID THE BEST IMPRESSION OF JACK NICHOLSON I’VE EVER HEARD. HE DID THE "CAN’T WE ALL GET ALONG" SCENE FROM MARS ATTACKS. I LAUGHED AND APPLAUDED WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS APPROPRIATE. NONE OF THEM DID, HOWEVER. NO HIGH-PITCHED CLANKING SOUNDS THIS TIME.

WHEN THE LAST ONE FINISHED, THERE WAS TOTAL SILENCE. THE LIGHTS WENT UP AND ALL OF THEM WERE STARING AT ME. I SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT THEY WANTED ME TO JUDGE THE CONTEST. PICK A WINNER. AFTER REALIZING THIS, I TOOK A MOMENT AND SAID, "THERE’S MORE COMEDY TALENT HERE TONIGHT THAN I’VE EVER SEEN AT ANY SHOWCASE, BUT I HAVE TO SAY THAT NUMBER FOUR, THE JACK NICHOLSON IMPERSONATOR, IN MY OPINION WAS THE BEST". IT WAS OBVIOUS THAT MY DECISION WAS NOT MET WITH TOTAL APPROVAL, BUT IT SEEMED TO BE ACCEPTED. THEN I BLACKED OUT AND AGAIN WOKE UP STANDING OUTSIDE MY CAR.
WHAT’S NEXT? ARE THEY GOING TO ASK ME TO GET THEM AUDITIONS FOR "STAR SEARCH?" I AM A WRECK AGAIN.

REGARDING THE ALIENS, THEY DO NOT VERBALIZE, NOR DO I HEAR THEIR THOUGHTS IN MY MIND. I JUST SEEM TO HAVE THE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT IT IS THEY WANT ME TO DO. UNFORTUNATELY, THEY SEEM TO WANT ME TO DO MORE AND MORE. LAST NIGHT FOR THE FIRST TIME, THEY CONTACTED ME WITHOUT AN ABDUCTION. I WAS WATCHING "I’M A CELEBRITY...GET ME OUT OF HERE!" WHEN I FELT THE TELEPATHY OF THE JACK NICHOLSON IMPERSONATOR. I GOT A DEFINITE FEELING HE WANTED TO KNOW IF I’D CONTACTED ANYBODY ABOUT HIS "STAR SEARCH" APPEARANCE? WHEN I MENTIONED "STAR SEARCH" TO YOU, I SAID IT AS A JOKE, NOT REALLY BELIEVING THAT’S WHAT THE ALIENS WANTED. I GUESS THE JOKE WAS ON ME, BECAUSE AN APPEARANCE ON THAT SHOW TURNED OUT TO BE 1ST PRIZE IN THEIR COMEDY CONTEST THAT I JUDGED! AND NOW THE WINNER EXPECTS ME TO MAKE IT HAPPEN! ISN’T IT IRONIC THAT AN ALIEN WANTS TO DO AN IMPRESSION OF JACK NICHOLSON TALKING TO ALIENS FROM MARS?

FOR THE FIRST TIME, I’VE GONE FROM UNCOMFORTABLE TO SCARED. THE "STAR SEARCH" PRODUCER IS ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS, AND THESE LIFE FORMS KNOW THIS. WHAT DO I DO? THERE’S NOWHERE I CAN HIDE. ARE THEY BLUFFING? YOU PROBABLY THINK I’VE LOST IT.

WHEN I ASKED HIM HOW THEY TALK TO HIM HE EXPLAINED. I FEEL WHAT THEY ARE TRYING TO SAY TO ME BUT I ANSWER BACK VOCALLY. THAT WAY, I CAN BE CERTAIN I’M COMMUNICATING. HOWEVER, WHEN THEY DID THE TALENT SHOW, THEY ACTUALLY SPOKE AND TOLD THE JOKES IN ENGLISH EVEN THOUGH THEY STILL HAD THEIR ALIEN FORMS. IT DIDN’T BOTHER ME THOUGH, I’VE SEEN STRANGER LOOKING COMEDIANS AT THE LAUGH FACTORY ON SUNSET!

THE JACK NICHOLSON IMPERSONATOR CONTACTED ME TWICE YESTERDAY. THE FIRST TIME TELLING ME IT WAS FRIDAY AND BUGGING ME TO CALL THE "STAR SEARCH" PRODUCER BEFORE THE WEEKEND. I TRIED TO EXPLAIN HOW THINGS ARE DONE IN HOLLYWOOD AND THAT IT WOULD BE BETTER IF I CALLED HIM WHEN I ALSO HAD OTHER THINGS TO DISCUSS. THAT WAY I COULD JUST THROW IN, "BY THE HWAY, I JUST SAW THIS GREAT YOUNG COMIC WHO DOES A FABULOUS JACK NICHOLSON IMPRESSION." THINGS WORK BETTER WHEN YOU DON’T ASK FOR FAVORS.

HE COMMUNICATED THAT IN THEIR WORLD THERE’S NO PRETENSE. AT FIRST I TOOK THIS AS AN INSULT, BUT I THEN REALIZED HE WAS CORRECT AND ADMITTED "THERE’S A LOT OF DECEPTION AND MANIPULATION THAT GOES ON DOWN HERE. " THEN SOMEHOW HE GOT "MANIPULATION" CONFUSED WITH "MULTIPLICATION" AND BRAGGED THAT HE COULD ANSWER THE MOST DIFFICULT MATHEMATICAL EQUATION IN LESS THAN A SECOND. I TOLD HIM I COULD DO THE SAME WITH A CALCULATOR. AN ARGUMENT ENSUED AND WE BOTH GOT ANGRY, ME RAISING MY VOICE AND HIM SCREAMING TELEPATHICALLY. THEN HE LEFT. AT LEAST I STOOD UP TO THEM FOR THE FIRST TIME, EVEN THOUGH I NEEDED THREE EXCEDRINS AND A XANAX WHEN IT WAS OVER!

AFTER GIVING ME AN HOUR TO COOL OFF, HE RETURNED AND TOLD ME "THE COUNCIL" HAD DISCUSSED IT AND DECIDED THEY WOULD DO IT MY WAY, BUT THEY WEREN’T GOING TO WAIT UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME! I THOUGHT IT WAS STRANGE THAT HE USED THAT EXPRESSION, THEN I REALIZED HE WAS PATRONIZING ME AND TOLD HIM SO. HE GOT ANGRY AGAIN AND SAID THAT I WOULD HAVE A BIG "APRIL FOOL’S SURPRISE" IF HE WASN’T BOOKED BY THE END OF MARCH. DO YOU THINK THAT WAS AN IDLE THREAT?

IN ANY CASE, WE BOTH CALMED DOWN, AND HE TOLD ME HE WAS INDEED GOING TO TAKE ON HUMAN FORM FOR HIS TELEVISION APPEARANCE. HE THEN WENT FURTHER INTO THE ALIEN’S MASTER PLAN - AFTER WINNING ON "STAR SEARCH", THEY INTEND FOR HIM TO GET HIS OWN SITCOM WHERE HE WILL PLAY AN ALIEN (OF COURSE). ARSENIO HALL (HOST OF STAR SEARCH) WILL BE OFFERED THE ROLE OF ZOOMPAH, HIS BUMBLING ALIEN COHORT. I ASKED IF THEY WERE PLANNING TO USE ME AT ALL IN HIS SITCOM AND HE SAID "WE’LL BE IN CONTACT!"

TRUTHFULLY, LENEESA, THIS CAN’T ALL REALLY BE HAPPNENING. SHOULD I SEE A DOCTOR?

LAST WEEKEND I WAS PRETTY MUCH RESIGNED TO THE FACT THAT AT SOME POINT I WAS GOING TO HAVE TO CALL THE STAR SEARCH PRODUCER. ON SUNDAY, I CAME UP WITH A RUSE. I ASKED JACK IF HE WOULDN’T RATHER BE ON AMERICAN IDOL SINCE IT GOT MUCH HIGHER RATINGS THAN STAR SEARCH.

MY THOUGHT BEING THAT SINCE AMERICAN IDOL IS ONLY FOR SINGERS, HE WOULD FLUNK THE AUDITION. NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR A GUY SINGING LIKE JACK NICHOLSON! HE WAS KIND OF INTRIGUED FOR THE MOMENT BUT CAME BACK LATER AND SAID THE COUNCIL KNEW WHAT I WAS UP TO AND WAS ADVISING ME STRONGLY TO CALL "STAR SEARCH" BY THE END OF THIS WEEK. NO MORE WAITING UNTIL APRIL 1. THEN HE LEFT WITHOUT EVEN GIVING ME THE COURTESY OF A REACH-AROUND.(A HUG) THEY OBVIOUSLY DIDN’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING I HAD TO SAY ANY MORE. NATURALLY, SUNDAY NIGHT I WAS A TOTAL WRECK .

THEN 5.AM. MONDAY MORNING, I GET A CALL ON MY PRIVATE NUMBER FROM A WOMAN WHO INTRODUCES HERSELF AS "JEAN BARRIE" FROM MASTERSON RESEARCH. SHE SAYS THAT SHE’S AWARE OF THE FACT THAT THIS GROUP OF ALIENS IS TRYING TO USE ME AND WAS FLYING IN THAT DAY FROM TEXAS BECAUSE SHE HAD TO TALK TO ME. I PICKED HER UP AT THE AIRPORT AND SHE ASKED ME TO TELL HER EVERYTHING THAT HAD HAPPENED. AFTER TELLING HER THE WHOLE STORY, SHE RELAYED THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION TO ME:

MASTERSON RESEARCH IS A SECRET FACILITY THAT ONLY APPROXIMATELY 50 PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT. 30 OF THEM ARE BIOLOGISTS AND ASTRONOMERS WHO WORK THERE. THEY ARE NOT IN ANY WAY ASSOCIATED WITH THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. IT WAS BUILT AND IS MAINTAINED TO DEAL EXCLUSIVELY WITH THE THREAT OF THESE PARTICULAR ALIENS. SHE SAID THESE ALIENS HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS MOVE SINCE THE FIRST MASS COMMUNICATION (RADIO) WAS INVENTED. THEY DON’T HAVE SUPERIOR WEAPONRY, SO THEY NEED TO PUT US IN A STATE WHERE THEY CAN DESTROY US WITHOUT OUR BEING ABLE TO FIGHT BACK. SHE SAID A LOT OF OTHER THINGS (WE SPENT 11 HOURS TOGETHER, INCLUDING DINNER AND DRINKS).

THE NEXT DAY, TUESDAY, I FLEW BACK WITH HER ON A PRIVATE PLANE TO MASTERSON RESEARCH, WHERE I MET WITH TWENTY-EIGHT OF THE MASTERSON PEOPLE (TWO OF THE BIOLOGISTS WERE PLAYING GOLF AND COULDN’T DEAL WITH THE FACT THAT THIS WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING). EVERYBODY WAS IN AGREEMENT THAT THE ALIEN PLAN WAS TO HAVE "JACK" WIN ON "STAR SEARCH" AND, AS WE DISCUSSED, GET HIS OWN SITCOM WHERE HE WOULD PLAY AN ALIEN. IN A VERY SHORT PERIOD, IT WOULD BECOME THE NUMBER ONE SHOW ON TELEVISION INTERNATIONALLY. IT WOULD BE DUBBED INTO EVERY MAJOR LANGUAGE. THERE WOULD BE KIDS LUNCHBOXES, ACTION FIGURES, POSTERS - THE LARGEST MERCHANDISING EFFORT IN HISTORY.

FROM THE MILLIONS OF IMAGES OF JACK, THE ALIENS WOULD THEN AT A DESIGNATED TIME SEND OUT A MIND-CONTROLLING SIGNAL WHICH WOULD REACH MOST PEOPLE ON THE PLANET AND MAKE THEM COMPLETELY DOCILE. THOSE WHO WERE NOT REACHED WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO PUT TOGETHER AN ORGANIZED EFFORT TO STOP THE ALIENS WHEN THEY START THIS WAR OF THE WORLDS. THE ONLY DISAGREEMENT AMONG THE MASTERONIANS SEEMED TO BE WHETHER OR NOT ARSENIO HALL WAS ALREADY CONTROLLED BY THE ALIENS SINCE HAVING HIM AS SECOND BANANA ON JACK’S SHOW WAS DEFINITELY PART OF THE PLAN. JEAN BARRIE FELT STRONGLY THAT HE WAS, BUT THE OTHERS MOSTLY DISAGREED.
THE MASTERSON PEOPLE AND JEAN DIDN’T WANT TO EXPLAIN TO ME HOW THEY KNEW ABOUT THESE ALIENS OR HOW LONG MASTERSON HAD BEEN THERE . IT’S REALLY NOT THAT MUCH TO LOOK AT, JUST A SERIES OF OFFICES AND LABORATORIES ABOVE A STAPLES. NOR WOULD THEY SAY HOW THEY KNEW THE ALIENS HAD DECIDED TO USE ME AS THEIR PLAYMAKER. THEY JUST SAID THAT THEY HAD THEIR DNA AND HAD BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR YEARS. THEY HAD PERFECTED A GENETICALLY-ALTERED EVERYDAY BACTERIA THAT COULD TOTALLY DESTROY THEM. ON THE FLIGHT BACK, SHE GAVE ME A GLOBE WHICH CONTAINED THIS BACTERIA.

THEIR PLAN WAS SIMPLE. THEY WANTED ME TO SUMMON JACK, TELL HIM THAT I GOT HIM AN AUDITION FOR STAR SEARCH AND, IN THE PROCESS, GIVE HIM THIS GLOBE AS A SUPPOSED PRESENT FROM ME TO THE COUNCIL. AS SOON AS THE GLOBE CAME IN CONTACT WITH THEIR SHIP THE BACTERIA WOULD BE RELEASED AND THEY WOULD ALL DIE. THEN THE OTHERS BACK HOME WOULD REALIZE WE WERE ON TO THEM AND FORGET ABOUT SCREWING AROUND WITH EARTH. THEY WOULD THEN PROBABLY GO RIGHT TO WORK ON DESTROYING ANOTHER PEACE-LOVING PLANET.
FRIDAY WAS D-DAY. JEAN WAS HIDDEN AWAY AT THE SPORTSMAN’S LODGE, A HOTEL NOT FAR FROM ME . SHE SEEMED TO THINK IF SHE WERE ANYWHERE IN MY HOUSE JACK MIGHT BE ABLE TO SENSE HER PRESENCE AND IMMINENT DANGER. I SUMMONED JACK AND TOLD HIM I HAD SET UP HIS STAR SEARCH AUDITION FOR NEXT WEEK.

HE WAS ELATED AND IMMEDIATELY SAID HE NEEDED TO GO SHOPPING TO GET HUMAN CLOTHES. I RECOMMENDED BLOOMINGDALE’S BUT TOLD HIM THEY WERE KIND OF PRICEY. HE LAUGHED OR, TO BE MORE DESCRIPTIVE, MADE THAT HIGH-PITCHED CLANKING SOUND THAT I HEARD THE FIRST TIME I WAS ABDUCTED. I THEN GAVE HIM THE GLOBE AND SAID IT WAS A PRESENT. HE ACCEPTED IT AND SEEMED TOUCHED BY THE GESTURE. I REALIZED THAT EVEN THOUGH I’D HAD ARGUMENTS WITH HIM, I HAD KIND OF GROWN TO LIKE JACK AND DIDN’T REALLY WANT TO DO THIS. I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW THEY COULD HAVE SUCH A GOOD SIDE TO THEM AND ALSO BE SO WAR-LIKE. IF THEY KNEW WE WERE ON TO THEM AND COULD KILL THEM WOULDN’T THAT BE ENOUGH TO MAKE THEM GO AWAY?
AFTER SITTING HIM DOWN, I SAID "IN YOUR NICHOLSON ROUTINE, YOU SAY CAN’T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?" I SUPPOSE I HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THIS, BUT I BROKE DOWN AT THAT POINT AND TOLD HIM WHAT WE WERE UP TO. THIS WAS SO FOOLISH. I WAS NOT ONLY JEOPARDIZING MY OWN LIFE, BUT THE LIVES OF ALL PEOPLE ON EARTH.

HE IMMEDIATELY BEGAN STARING INTENTLY AT THE GLOBE. AFTER WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN ETERNITY BUT WAS PROBABLY ONLY ABOUT 2 MINUTES, HE TOLD ME I WAS RIGHT, THAT THE ALTERED EVERYDAY BACTERIA IN THE GLOBE WOULD KILL THEM ALL. THEN, WITHOUT EVEN A THANK YOU, HE WAS GONE.

WHEN JEAN BARRIE HEARD WHAT I DID, SHE WAS FURIOUS. SHE SAID THEY WOULD PROBABLY LEAVE AND NOT COME BACK BUT THAT I HAD NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER TO TAKE THAT CHANCE. I SAID "IF WE KILL THEM, AREN’T WE JUST AS BAD AS THEY ARE?" SHE THEN ACTUALLY CALLED ME AN IDIOT AND HUNG UP THE PHONE!

YESTERDAY, SHE CALLED FROM MASTERSON, CONFIRMED THAT THE ALIENS HAD LEFT AND APOLOGIZED FOR CALLING ME AN IDIOT, BUT REITEREATED THAT I HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE THE CHANCE I DID. SHE SAID SHE ENJOYED THE TIME WE SPENT TOGETHER, BUT WOULD NEVER CONTACT ME OR SEE ME AGAIN AND THAT MASTERSON WOULD NOW SLOWLY DISBAND AND THE PROFESSIONALS INVOLVED WOULD GO WHERE THEY FEEL NEEDED. SHE SAID THAT THESE WERE THE ONLY ALIENS THAT POSED A THREAT TO THE EARTH AND THAT THE BEST THING FOR ME TO DO WAS TREAT THE WHOLE THING AS A "DREAM".

SO YOU CAN STOP WATCHING STAR SEARCH AND I CAN GET BACK TO THE REST OF MY LIFE AND THE WORLD WILL NEVER REALIZE HOW CLOSE IT CAME TO BE BEING DESTROYED BY A SIT-COM.

I (Leneesa) ASKED HIM LOTS OF QUESTIONS: HERE ARE THE ANSWERS.

1. I TRIED TO FIND OUTABOUT ALL THE THINGS THE MASTERSON PEOPLE KNEW ABOUT THESE ALIENS AND HOW THEY KNEW THAT THEY HAD BEEN IN CONTACT WITH ME. THEY DIDN’T WANT TO GET SPECIFIC OTHER THAN TO TELL ME THAT FOLLOWING JACK AND HIS FRIENDS WAS THE WHOLE REASON FOR MASTERSON RESEARCH BEING THERE AND THAT THIS WHOLE THING HAD BEEN GOING ON FOR QUITE A WHILE.

2. I DID ASK JEAN ABOUT THE GLOBE. SHE SAID I COULD KEEP IT AND SHOULD EMPTY OUT THE CONTENTS INTO MY GARBAGE DISPOSAL. IT WAS OF ABSOLUTELY NO DANGER TO HUMANS OR ANIMALS BUT IT MIGHT BEGIN TO SMELL AFTER A WHILE IF I LEFT IT. SO IS STILL HAVE IT.

3. IT DIDN’T SEEM THAT JACK EVER KNEW WHAT I WAS THINKING. I SEEMED TO KNOW WHAT THEY WANTED ME TO DO AND WHAT JACK WAS SAYING TO ME. HOWEVER, TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM, I SPOKE OUT LOUD IN ENGLISH. SOME OF THE THINGS THAT WERE ACCEPTED BY JACK WERE VETOED BY THE COUNCIL.

4. YES, I BELIEVE THAT THESE ALIENS WERE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE EARTH AND I BELIEVE THE MASTERSON PEOPLE WHEN THEY SAY THAT THIS WAS THE ONLY GROUP OF ALIENS THAT HAS THAT AGENDA.

FINALLY I HOPE I NEVER HEAR FROM JACK OR THE MASTERSON PEOPLE AGAIN. I NEVER EVEN WANT TO WATCH ARESENIO HALL AGAIN!

THE NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCER AND THE UFO ABDUCTEE

Vincent Luciani

I am from a segment of the population known as near death experiencers (NDEr) -- those who once momentarily died and enjoyed a mystical encounter in the process.

My turn came in 1985 when I collapsed at my New Jersey home during a protracted illness, and awoke in the local hospital about an hour later where I hung around for a few days on life-support and monitoring devices.

The emergency ward had wall-to-wall consoles filled with flashing lights and displays, loads of toots and whistles. I mention this because when I finally regained consciousness, all this hi-tech stuff was the first thing I saw. At that instant, not a soul was in sight.

So what do you think entered my mind? Where am I? Or, what happened? Or, did I kick the bucket? No, not me. My very first reaction was, "Geez! I've been taken on board a UFO!" Typical, huh? And then a nurse came into view, totally destroying my fantasy when I realized I was in the hospital. Maybe it proves that some UFOers are born, not made; that maybe deep in the most distant reaches of my/our mind(s) something is trying to get out. I hope so.

In my vision, at the instant of collapse, I met with a spiritual figure with whom I reviewed my entire life in mere earth-equivalent seconds. (The total vision time was equivalent to about 15 earth minutes; yet, I am convinced it all transpired in the fractional second between when I suddenly keeled over backward and when I hit the floor.)

We discussed much between us, my Guide and I, and then I asked to be returned to live. (Most NDErs are told to go back.)

For reasons not pertinent to the moment, I shall only briefly mention that three years later, in 1988, I divorced from not only a marriage (already marginal) but also, from my entire life to date. And so I left New Jersey for good (which isn't hard to do if you are a kid from the hills of Pennsylvania). I set out to travel, and have been traveling ever since.

My UFO interests took a decided turn upward when the Gulf Breeze book almost literally fell into my hands while I was browsing in a South Carolina library. Soon, the UFO dreams were back but not those I used to have when as a kid I would wake up glowing from having flown to wonderfully strange places in wonderfully strange machines. Back then, I thought everybody had such dreams.

(Even spookier to my childhood, and as an aside which, had to do with my being the son of Italian immigrants. We lived poor. Mom had only one knife in the house with which she cut everything. I mean everything -- slice the homemade bread, the weekly chicken's neck, butter the toast, chop garlic cloves.. and there it was, for I was a disgrace and as an Italian kid because I hated garlic, still am not keen on it. It made me throw up when Mom would hide a chunk of garlic in the salad or spaghetti. Walking into a closed house on a winter day when garlic was cooking made me run directly to the bathroom to throw up. Sigh. Worst of all, for three days after she chopped garlic, the toast was contaminated with garlic taste. Now, isn't this substantial evidence I must have been the child of an alien father? Or the milkman?)

Anyway, from South Carolina I headed out to Buena Vista, Colorado, where I met UFOer, Elly Fithian who gave me the name of UFOer Mildred Biesele in Salt Lake City, my next stop.
In Salt Lake, a few weeks later, Mildred referred me to Kaye Studstrup who was hosting a UFO gathering at her home that weekend, and would I like to give my NDE talk? You bet! (Kaye Studstrup was an Associate Director in my organization, UFOCCI.)

Over 30 keenly-oriented UFOers showed up in her living room, Saturday. Activities started off with each one giving their latest experiences and feelings on what was new with them, UFO-wise.

As one after another expressed themselves I began to feel the room fill with powerful energies. I simply had never been with people like this; I wasn't prepared for my own reactions. Actually, I began to feel weakened, and if I were to look for an answer I'd say it had something to do with the presence of kindred spirits. I don't yet know, for sure.

I recovered sufficiently to give my talk, however, which included my views that there is much in common between some abductees and some survivors. Also, I added my conviction that UFO research continues to be flawed by its omission or skimpy recognition of God's influence in all this.

Regarding the former, eminent UFO-oriented psychologist DR.Leo Sprinkle had sent me a paper he'd written which, as I read, placed my sensors on red alert. Why? Well, as I later told him, were he to change all his references of "abductees" to "near-death survivors," I'd say he was talking about me.

On the latter, I will say that until fate brought me back into the UFO arenas I wasn't asking for any more fields to plow. But now that I've been hurled into it all, I am asking: Will you UFOers please consider that aliens, from whichever universe, may be from the same God as are we? And that we might do well to reorient our involvement's to factor the God Presence into the UFO equation? Or am I reinventing the wheel, is there already intensive discussion going on of which I simply am not aware?

After the Gulf Breeze chatter, I quit reading UFO books because they all seem to have the same hang-ups. As I told the GB author in a letter, and as I suggest to all would-be UFO book authors, if you want maximum credibility then publicly assign your advance and royalties to charity or to a nonprofit UFO organization. And speak more of God.

While I am yet dreaming of impossible dreams, I wish to quickly run through other UFO thoughts, any one of which could fill a lengthy article:

1. Contact and voluntary boarding is my need; to help with the upcoming transition.

2. Millions of us are likely to soon cross over. Not all, just millions and millions. But it doesn't have to be.

3. Atlantis. Two years after my NDE I would still need to be careful to avoid use of personal pronouns I, we, our, in talking about Atlantis.

4. Polaris. Dreams, again. Something a smaller star-sun in back of the big one, and 15 planets of which the fifth is life supportive. Does anyone share this awareness?

5. Edgar Cayce, who often spoke of Atlantis, would admonish, "Mind is the builder." He knew. (UFOers who do not know of Cayce would do well to learn.)

I like to make the point in my talks that we create our own realities, that perhaps we each have our own universe exclusively ours which is what some say the minds really is... our own universe.

Mind, when we ultimately do solve the UFO and the NDE equations, may turn out to be more a constant than a variable. We simple folk do not yet have the smarts or the dedication by which to figure it out. Someone once said, the mind is like a parachute -- it functions best when kept open.

In covering 75,000 miles these past three years, you can believe I have enjoyed some scary situations from which the only comfort came from those 2,000 year old words, "Seek ye within..."

Do you know?

FRED PULVER

I've always been interested in UFOs and the things that are not so readily proven to the staunch white-collared scientific type. I've had several little supernatural events to occur in the sense of thought and some of them sight. The most real of these was about ten years ago in Arizona on the Hopi Reservation.

I had been teaching macrobiotics, the Yin-Yang interplay, the interaction of opposites. For twenty years in the study, I became far more practical in my thought, believing that we had to start with a diet of foods native to our own environment. The resident of a tropical region should, and will, eat more fruits and light foods. The person living in a temperate climate will eat more whole grains and vegetables and some animal foods. A person living in a much colder climate will eat far more animal foods than either of the other two. He will eat the food indigenous to his area. The diet is the first step a person can establish within to begin to create the harmony we all require to allow our world to reach that level of being above this level.
I had gone to the Reservation to talk with the Elders and see their way of life. Their diet is still grain-based and they live a fairly traditional American Indian lifestyle. There was a macrobiotic summer camp in Snowflake, Arizona, and I participated. An Elder, David Mnungee, told me of a prophecy -- a cataclysm: "A gourd of ashes will fall on the Earth." Of course, this is highly condensed. I was invited to his home to see the Hopi way, which I understand is a part of the Hopi way: to invite interested people to see for themselves. I ate whole-grained cornbread prepared by steaming on a stone, lined with watermelon seed.

I walked along the edge of the mesa seeing the corn and hearing the story of how it is cultivated and, looking out on the desert, I felt the stillness. Then, I was aware of a peculiar presence in the area. I knew that a UFO with aliens had visited there int he past. It's a feeling I can't change -- I'm sure you have felt something and could not make it fit the reality we have been trained to accept; but you can't change the strange thought.

I decided, just as strangely, as I thought, to send a telepathic thought out to these aliens and try to receive any return message. I decided, "I want to see a UFO." I put my all into it and was fairly exhausted after a few minutes. I thought that after a response wasn't quick to come, then I must be crazy to even think of such things. I walked back to David and Nora's house.

As the afternoon wore on, I realized that something was happening to me, like someone turning on a radio in my head. I heard this very clear voice, on this carrier wave, and it said, "You want to see a UFO." The voice told me to wait until after dinner and the transmission ended. It had been a male voice, and had been military in it's click-click quality. I really had some severe second thoughts now, but I was willing to wait until after dinner to see a UFO. Then, I could better see if I were off-center.

The encounter occurred. I may sound like some space-out New Ager in trying to explain, but I'm not. The feeling settled down all around me. It was the most powerful feeling of love anywhere I had ever thought of. My soul must have needed this. I felt like I had finally had a contact with people of a sort that my subconscious or my soul had forever been yearning to meet. It filled me with the feeling of brotherhood, and all the hopes and aspirations of perhaps our whole world all rolled up into one feeling for me. Instantaneously, a message was shot into my mind; and, for a long time, I worked at it to unroll it in a linear fashion.

It went something like this: "Greeting! We are your Brothers from space. We are here because your planet is in great danger! We don't think you should stay on the Hopi Reservation because you're not doing what you could there. You've gotten off the track. The Hopi are involved with an Earthly existence and you are involved in the relationship existing between opposites." They told me that the opposites in their relationships must be symbiotic and that the Hopi were wanting to develop a parasitic relationship with me as a speaker for their plight. They said I had to leave right away and they would help.

I was not aware, nor was I interested in the struggle between them and the Hopi government over some land.

I was hitchhiking around the country at the time to see as much real estate and as many peoples as I could, and they sent people by the places where I thumbed so I did not get further involved. I asked if I could contact them directly if they should land. They said no, because it wasn't part of my life plan. I couldn't understand at the time how that contact would have completely changed my direction. I really wanted to teach this idea of macrobiotics to show that it can help to turn the world around toward safety.

One way our vibrational level is influenced is by our diet. I really think we should get off the red meat intake and learn to eat what the environment produces. This meaty diet brings about an aggressiveness to our society, a shortsightedness, or a nearsightedness if you will. I think it is also bring about the evolution of degenerative diseases in cancer, and who knows what?
I believe that through our diet, as only one example, we have created a dissonance with our planet; and the more we fight, the more there is to fight, and the further we are from ever winning. It is not the planet. We are out of "sync" with the planet.

We have so force-fed our animals, and then ourselves, that we have become a race filled with chemicals. We are no longer the bacteria's and enzymes that homosapiens are supposed to be -- we are a conglomerate of the chemicals added at the feedlot to stimulate growth, and the preservatives added at the packaging plant to retard spoilage. We are focing the end. The stakes are rising...

They explained to me that they are sending telepathic impulses to our planet all the time now to inhibit the growth of the catastrophic events our level of vibration is generating within the reach of this planet's existence. The planet is known far into the galaxy, and we are known not to be in total harmony with the universe yet. They cannot help us to evade fate forever, but they can help us to learn to fight the right foe. Although it's not yet critical, we really should apply ourselves to the idea. We can learn what the environment wants.

The next morning, a couple came to the house, and I could just feel that they were sent. They were a part of this program to get me back on the track. They were going right to the place that I had come from before I visited the Hopi. I knew they were going to Los Angeles. I didn't really want to go back, because it was such a nightmare; or so I thought at the time. I asked, and found that they wre going to Los Angeles. We talked for a while and they invited me to go with them. I sensed the struggle that the Hopi were supporting to get me to stay. The couple somehow forgot me and took off. I sensed the UFO people still in there trying to help me get back on track.

This fellow finally came to the Reservation and he was blonde and mid-sized: I thought of Germanic ancestry, and a very strong character.

As I talked to the Elder, I was made aware that when you move into a traditional society, bonds develop, and if you attempt to tear those bonds, you are committing a sacrilege. I felt such an obligation to the Elder to stay there that I felt the only way to get away was through the interception of this strong energy this person brought into the circle to fee me. The person drew the soul of the Elder into himself and away from me and after we had talked for a few minutes, he turned to me and said, "It's okay, you can leave them now. We must go." He drove to the edge of the Reservation and put me out of the car. I almost immediately got a ride back to the place where I should go, and it was gears before I grasped the importance of what had happened in those few hours. A parting message from the UFOlks was, "If you're ever in trouble, we'll be there to help." Several times since, when I have sensed fear, I have been able to remove my consciousness from my body and to view the situation and then shed my apprehension, and return with a clear resolution of the problem.

In other instances, I have been lonely and have been sent to people who I knew were Contactees. I don't yet understand the significance of these people, but I am always happy to have them in my life, because they are sent by the UFOs who helped so long ago to keep my direction right. It seems to me that the UFOs are networking, and that once you are contacted you belong in their "files" or whatever.

I wanted to get back onto the Reservation because it is so peaceful there, but they told me I had to stay in the fray, in the battle. There is too much in the balance for any person to escape the good life just for the fun and peace-of-mind. They said, too, that if the situation got really bad, beyond my control, they would lift me and others like me off the planet. I don't know who any of these other people are, but I would like to know. I want to know what they have been led to study or endure, or what.

If you want to be involved, then by all means do it; but know that I have reached a burnout a few times; but that, after a rest, I am back in it again. I think I might be entering a new period of involvement again after one of those rests. They can't force you to stay, but you can cooperate to the point that you're not credible to the people around you. When you feel burnout approaching, don't feel guilty, and don't hesitate, but stop for as long as you need to, to feel profitable in your situation with the UFOs.
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From "Proceedings"

JOYCE UPDIKE'S EXPERIENCE

I enjoy hearing the events that gets other people interested in this field of study, so perhaps you will find a treasure or at least a tidbit in mine.

In 1967, a UFO landed in my farmyard. I think it's fair to say that a UFO spotted me, and consequently visited me; but, I wasn't aware of it for several years. After I had seen the light filling the house and the farmyard, I locked the house and went to bed. It didn't seem right, that I could have just gone to bed, but I did. I woke up during the night with all my clothes on and on top of the bedcovers in the heat of August. Nothing quite made sense: I thought about it for thirteen years, then the time was right to do something.

Watching the TV show, The Strange Harvest, I heard Dr. Sprinkle. My son-in-law in New Mexico knew Dr. Sprinkle and took me to visit Leo, who regressed me. I found that I had been on the ship! and that I liked the people very much. I also learned that I had been on another ship in 1959!

I had no conscious memory of it, but it seems that it was all prearranged. It took place in North Platte, NE, in October. I drove my little red Rambler station wagon out to the pasture to meet two space people. I was barefoot, and wearing a housedress and apron. Ladies, you will remember that, in 1959, you didn't leave the house dressed like that unless the house was on fire! When I learned the details, I was so proud of having met my space brothers, and so very ashamed of having been dressed in an apron and no shoes! For the longest time, when I told the story, I didn't tell about the apron!

As I noticed my normal (up until then) behavior changing, I tried to act as I always had, but it wouldn't work. I'm afraid some people thought I was getting goofy! Little by little over the years, I read and studied so many different subjects -- many of which I really am not interested in.

I find that I read everything I can find on a particular subject, practically memorizing the material, and then I change the subject. I learned that it wasn't I who was at the wheel, but I don't know now: maybe I'm a slow learner.

My children have all suffered or enjoyed altered lives along these lines, too. They all survived it though. They do not remember being on board spacecraft, but I rib them about it. They were all straight kids and earned good grades -- my third daughter didn't have to study, she said, because she could pull the answers out of the teacher's head on test day! It may have been a community experience! They're all grown now, so I don't have to be the 'heavy."

I have learned that I cannot under any circumstances, trust TIME. When I go, the clock stops; when I stop, the clock goes! I get into so much trouble. I can't trust the clocks around me anymore. I've had so many time-losses that I don't know whether I'll be in Laramie an hour or a week. When I look at a clock, I wonder how long it has been in that position! I try to attach myself to a person who doesn't do the same things I do.

I described the beings to Leo, and a friend in Denver even sculpted them for me. Their helmets are beautiful; they have a little nose guard and little golden wingtips. They are a peaceful people; I wonder why they mess with us?

I don't remember most, if anything, of what I was told while on the ship. Sometimes though, when the information comes, it's so urgent, it comes in the grocery store. I feel so self-conscious.
A good deal of the information regards some Earth changes, and that the deed should have been done a thousand years ago, but if it isn't done in a week then the result will be blah blah blah! You all know how it is in this!

I don't know what it is all for, but I do know that they talk about rescue plans, from what, or by whom, I don't know, but an air rescue. They may draw information from the Akashic Records. I haven't asked. I accept that the Akashic Records are the source of all knowledge.

They have shown me maps of stars and constellations which I do not remember. Some of the women have little dots on their foreheads which resemble the starmaps, but then the men have some little dots, too. There seems to be very little difference in the capabilities of the two.

Sometimes the information comes when I ask, and then it will come when I really don't need the inconvenience. I have undergone some changes in my spiritual life and beliefs.

When I was five, I awoke just in time to see an angel dissolve into the solid concrete wall! I jumped up to tell my parents, and saw right through the wall into their bedroom. The wall was real enough, though, to bounce me off. I believe my spiritual beliefs were given to me then. I have generally kept those beliefs, but now it is very real to me.

I think that I might not only have walked into this body, but that I might have been walked out on too! I call myself Yarba. I think every person -- every race -- will be contacted by the spacebrothers. There is need for every race to tell the newspapers. Some of us are vocal; some of us are not. The information that is important is that which has been implanted within each person, and not by the paper or TV, or by a skeptical neighbor. The space brothers will teach you, and will call on you as they require. We are being brainwashed in a seemingly nice way -- TV, advertising, the works -- by the space brothers for our own good, so they tell me, and I trust them. Block it out if you will, but I think the day will come when the awareness will be upon you and you'll not want to squelch it. It is "According to the Plan."

QUESTION: The Earth's population is about 4 billion 800 million (at the time this lecture was given)... we are 500 million. How many white people actually receive the information you profess, and do any of the non-white races receive it?

JOYCE: I don't think that anyone is exempted or immune to the call, but I think that because of different cultural training, some people will tell a man on the street that they have just seen an angel. I think that when the purpose is known, the races will be then the Race of the Earth.
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This lecture was excerpted from "Proceedings" of the Rocky Mountain Conference in Laramie, Wyoming.

TIM BECKLEY - Continued

I've made somewhat of a study of people who have claimed to have experiences of one type or another. Probably over the years, I've heard thousands of stories, a constant barrage of people, who have personal testimony of one type or another to relate. But what does all this mean? Where are we going? Where have we come from? What will we see developing in the next few years? Will this contactee phenomenon just keep on, or will it develop into something else? Are these predictions of the end times, revelations, and the Earth tilting on its axis, something that should be taken seriously, or is it something that is more of a symbolic personal nature to each of us? Well, I don't claim that I have all of the answers. I'm still open to the possibilities. I can see around me, that we are polluting our environment, that we're making enough nuclear weapons to destroy the planet fifty, a hundred, a thousand times over, well beyond what we might need for our own individual defense. So I see that the things that the contactees are talking about do have some validity to them. The question is, and I guess it's a pretty big one in all of our minds; Are the UFOs going to step in and help us, if we're going to destroy ourselves? There's evidence to indicate that they have the power to do this. There is no doubt about that at all.

In fact, how many of you can recall the movie that was made in the early 1950s called, "The Day the Earth Stood Still?" Well, it's a good one. It is shown on TV every once in a while. I know I saw it just a few months ago. In this movie, a scientist from another planet lands here with his robot companion. They try to get a message across to mankind, and of course mankind refuses to listen. They surround the craft that has landed on the White House lawn with military. They proceed to put the extraterrestrial into prison, and he has a heck of a time trying to keep out of the grips of the military, so he can get his message across. One of the things the aliens were able to do was to cause a terrible blackout all over the planet. I do believe that, in reality, such blackouts have occurred, and have probably been caused by UFOs.

The biggest blackout of all time occurred on November 9, 1965, when over 30 million homes in the Northeast from Canada, New Jersey, Connecticut, and New York were plunged into total darkness, in a power blackout that lasted for more than a day. What was not generally known at that time is that there were many UFO sightings, just before and during the blackout. Much of this information has never been released to the public, even though I wrote about it, back in 1966, in a now out-of-print magazine that Heyden Hughes put out called, The Interplanetary Intelligence Report.

In fact, up around Canada and Syracuse, where the trouble apparently started, there were any number of UFO sightings, including one by a deputy aviation commander, who was coming into the Syracuse airport. Suddenly, he saw this mushroom shaped object in the sky, and the next thing that he knew the airport lights were out and everything was in total darkness all around him.

There were even photographs of the UFOs, that I believe, may have been responsible for the blackout. They have never been published outside of this newsletter and the front page of, I believe, the Syracuse Journal. Only the local paper printed them, but they still exist. A gentleman by the name of William Stillwell, who was a member of the St. Paul Episcopal Church in Syracuse, claims that for a number of nights prior to the blackout, he saw these spiral shaped fireballs in the sky while looking through his telescope from one of the windows in the church tower. He had a camera mounted to the telescope and took a series of photographs of these objects.

Why wasn't this information presented to the public, when it seems that nobody had a real rational explanation as to why the blackout occurred? This is more information to consider. Certainly the UFOs show us that they have the ability to control all our electrical appliances. They have the ability to shut off power over a great area.

We interviewed a gentleman by the name of Stuart Whitman who is a fairly well-known actor who has been in, "The Sound and the Fury," and quite a few other films. Mr. Whitman was in New York at the time of the blackout, staying at the Plaza or one of the better hotels along Central Park. He had fallen asleep, I guess, sometime in the middle of the afternoon, because he had somewhere to go for dinner later that night. We talked to him on the telephone. This item made the newspaper during the time, but it has probably been forgotten. Anyway, somewhere later in the evening he woke up to find his room in total darkness, and he heard a buzzing sound in the room. Suddenly, a voice started talking to him. At first, he thought that somebody from the hotel, perhaps a bellhop, had come into the room at the time that the lights had gone out on the floor. But the voice proceeded to direct him over toward the window and told him to pull the curtain open. He went over to the window, pulled open the curtain, and there were these two egg-shaped objects hovering near Central Park. The voice continued to communicate with him for a while, and told him that they were responsible for the blackout. They were here to show us that they have the ability to interfere, if we were to go too far in our warlike activities. The contact lasted for about five or ten minutes. To this date, Stuart Whitman, despite, I'm sure, much ridicule on the part of his fellow actors, still continues to tell the story.

Over the years, I've collected reams and reams of material indicating that the UFOs have the ability to control our military aircraft. They have the ability to hover over our top military bases and missile silos. There have been a number of cases that have come out under the "Freedom of Information Act" where UFOs have even prevented our missiles from firing. There was a case over Iran, that is pretty well documented that shows that they can knock out radar. They dug up a number of cases, where military bases have been knocked out for four or five hours, while they hovered there. So, these things come and go as they want, at any time.

Now, before I conclude, I just want to read you something. It's very short and it's a message, that I channeled several years ago. I put out a book called The New World Order which is channeled prophecies from space. I don't make a big deal about this. I don't even mention in the book the fact that I am the channel for this, because frankly I don't want the attention. I leave that up to those of you who are interested in telling the public about it, because I am happy just publishing my little newsletters and books, and enjoying my solitude in New York. I'm happy to share this information with you because I know you are open-minded enough to listen.

I was told there would be 32 or 33 messages that would be given to me. They were given to me, and since then I haven't heard any voices. So, I guess I'm back to "normal" again.

One of the questions that was asked is: Are these beings that are coming here -- are they physical or do they exist in other dimensions? The answer that came back through this being who spoke to me is that:

There are many beings inhabited in many dimension. There are many worlds within worlds and spirals within spirals. All the way from the elemental kingdom to the most powerful and potent masters that have ever existed. On your planet, the people are physically dense. There are beings that exist below them on the evolutionary scale and there are beings that you cannot even imagine that exist far above you. Oh! if you could see the universe with clear sight, if you could see the beauty of God's creation. The magnitude of the universe. As I am seated here at the controls of the great mothership, I can look out into space and see the majestic colors, the majestic hues. I can see them because they exist not only on the physical, not only on the spirit plane, but on all these realms simultaneously. My vision is limitless, and your vision can be limitless as well. We are watching you. We are watching your world. We are watching all that is happening. Oh! the universe is so vast we cannot even begin to tell you of the many life forms that exist throughout the universe. There are many dimensions. There are many different kingdoms, some of which I cannot even see and yet I know they exist. Every thought that I think, every thought that you think is reality. Bring it to you, Starchild, bring it to them, bring it to the rest of the world. Tell them to think of many dimensions. Tell them to think of many planets that are inhabited. Tell them to think of the totality of creation. You would not do well to destroy yourselves, you would destroy so many. Learn to live in peace and harmony. Learn to expand your consciousness. Learn about the sanctity of life. We praise you. We praise your planet for there are many there who would like to see the New Age come forward. Yes, there is strength against the forces of darkness there. We are with you. We are guiding you. We watch every move. We send out rays of healing energy. We send out rays of hope. We send love. We send peace. We wish to charge you with the electromagnetic power of every planet, every sun in the universe. We send it spiraling toward you on the physical plane. Let the whole world rejoice. Yes, Starchild, we will remain with you. We will remain vigilant. But you must do your part too. Every man, woman, and child must know. Get the word out... Tell them, there is life in the universe. Someday we shall all travel together on the same beam of light towards that ONE SOURCE.*
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*Beckley, The New World Order 1982, p.58 Tim Beckley is the Editor and publisher of UFO Universe and UFO Review and owns "Inner Light Publications" and "Global Communications."

TIM BECKLEY

How many have heard of Tim Beckley? All of us that have been in the UFO field for eons know who he is. Tim published UFO Universe and books on the subject for years. This is a talk he gave at a conference at the University of Wyoming Contactees Conference. I think it will be enlightening for all of you.
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I've been involved in this field for so many years, that it's hard to recall or state for certain when it all began. When I was 14 years old, I started publishing a UFO Newsletter. The first issue consisted of 50 copies and it was about five pages long. By the time I threw in the towel, it had grown to a circulation of about 1200 and it was 50 pages in length. In those days there were no quick copy centers or anything like that. I had a little mimeograph machine. I had to type the stencils and there were a lot of mistakes. And there was ink! I know my mother used to have a fit, because I would get the ink all over the kitchen, the refrigerator, and in the bathroom. I was always determined to carry on with this work in the face of many adverse conditions. Although, I never professed to be a spokesman for the field of UFOs, I've continued on in this, somewhat behind the scenes. I've always been involved in the publishing end of this. Of course, now, most of the other magazines in the field have gone out of business mainly because of economic reasons, not because of any great censorship. Although, I believe, there are the powers that be who are glad to see it this way.

My own experiences began at the age of six. I lived in a house that was haunted: we had poltergeists, lights going on and off, and doors opening and closing. I remember one time a big china plate on the kitchen table slid right across in front of the entire family and fell to the floor. It didn't break; it just landed there which I thought was very unusual.

My grandmother, who just passed away about four years ago at the age of 91, was somewhat psychic herself. She kept a book of her dreams which unfortunately was in Hungarian. I could never read it, but she did tell me about some of her experiences and her dreams. Even her stepfather in Hungary had experiences of a precognitive nature.

He had been swimming one day and had contracted pneumonia and was laid up in bed. Of course in those days, there was very primitive medicine and one could die of almost anything, even a mosquito bite. He was lying there in bed, trying to get well, and apparently he dozed off into a coma or deep sleep of some type. When he came out of this coma, he told those around him that he would be the third in the village to die. There would be two others before him and he named the names of other people who were to pass away. Apparently, he got this information or revelation in some other world whether it was heaven or some other dimension, whoever keeps records of these things. He accurately predicted his own death. Of people that he mentioned, one was driven over by a horse; and the other one drowned, in the order as he predicted. How did he get this knowledge? Usually we find in talking to contactees or people who are psychic that there does seem to be a genetic or inherited ability to be psychic n some cases.

So at the age of six, I had some rather unusual experiences. My sister, who's a few years older than I am, is still living in a house that's haunted. It seems that every place that she moves, the spirits follow her. Later on, when I was about eight or nine, I had an out of body or astral projection experience, where I found myself floating above the bed one night enveloped in this purple or blue haze. I heard voices or music, actually. I don't think it was actually somebody talking. It seemed like celestial music of some kind.

My first UFO sighting was at the age of ten. It was a warm summer night in July or August and we were out on the front stoop. This was in New Jersey back before people had air conditioning or at least most people didn't. It was pretty warm. I guess it was about 8:20 or 8:30 and somebody came running up to the front stoop and pointed out two bright lights in the sky. Now I won't tell you that I had contact with the ETs on board; or that I even saw landing gear or portholes or anything of the type. What I did see was mysterious and strange. I still can't explain it, even to this day.

There were two bright lights, one directly above; and one directly over the factory building across the street. And they would rotate, one would be here and one would just change places in the sky. We watched that for about 25 or 30 minutes. Then it looked like somebody pulled out a light switch on the object across the street, over the factory building. We continued to watch the other one for some time and then we finally just went into the house after it got a little cooler. The next day there was an item in the newspaper, to the effect, that other people had witnessed these strange objects but the authorities were saying that it was nothing more unusual than a weather balloon. Even at the age of ten, I said, "Weather balloon." "That can't possibly be!" because these things seemed to be under intelligent control. They were not bobbing or weaving along with the air currents. They were turning around and around and around. The only explanation that I thought about was that they might be some kind of searchlight beacons playing on the clouds, which seemed to be down rather low that night. However, I ruled that out because the searchlight beacons would have to be within a radius of a few hundred feet, because these lights were very close overhead. We did not live in a neighborhood where there would be a theatrical opening or a new movie house or supermarket or anything of that type. So, I remain doubtful about that particular sighting.

This is what gradually led me into this field. I started collecting information and reading books on the subject between the ages of 10 and 12. I found myself drawn to UFOs. Although, I was also interested in the psychic phenomena, in those days, there wasn't the blending of the two fields like there seems to be today. I read some of the early books by Major Keyhoe and Edward Ruppelt, and some of the early contactee books.

Many of you here today are probably unaware that the contactee aspect of the UFOs has been going on since the late 1940s and early 1950s. We had people back in those days who actually were taken aboard UFOs. They were not abductees like Betty and Barney Hill, but they were people who claimed they went aboard these ships and were taken to other planets in the physical body. We had people like George Adamski, who is probably the best known of the Contactees. There were people like Dr. Dan Fry who lived in Arizona; and he claimed that he went on board a UFO and traveled from the White Sands Proving Ground to New York City and back, in one half an hour. Well, that was said to be a trip of about 8,000 miles an hour. Of course, scientists in those days said that it was impossible, that nothing could travel that fast. Anybody on board would be crushed to death. Dan had to stand an awful lot of ridicule and of course he's been proven out. Luckily with his academic degrees and his knowledge of science, he was able to withstand the test of time. Now we realize that we sent people into outer space, and rockets to the moon, and that man can withstand pretty incredible speeds without being crushed to death. So a lot of the excuses the skeptics used in the early days to dismiss the existence of UFOs, science would be ready to admit now; that space travel is possible. We're still in the infancy of all this. It was less than 100 years ago that Orville and Wilbur Wright took off at Kitty hawk. So how can we say as a human race that, in another 50 to 100 years, we won't be traveling out among the stars. I think that many of us may be aboard these ships. If they're not extraterrestrial ships, they may be craft built right here on this planet.

I was also influenced a lot in the early days by a gentleman who is now deceased, a radio commentator by the name of Long John Neville. I don't know how many in this room have heard of Long John. He was the first all night talk show host and he had the first call in telephone show on radio. He broadcast every night from midnight to 5:30 in the morning from a radio tower in Caterac, New Jersey, right off the Jersey Turnpike. He was the only talk show host in those days who had the guts or the interest to put on some of these far out types. And, far out types they were. Some of these fellows were Howard Menger and George Van Tassle. Buck Nelson was a farmer, who used to go around to all the conventions dressed in his overalls. He had a big Venusian dog named Bo, that he had clips of hair from, and gave it out as souvenirs. There were some pretty wild guys in those times, who told some pretty incredible stories. And of course, a lot of the public listened, and a lot of the public laughed.

There are people today who are telling the same kind of stories. I still remain pretty open-minded about all this. Although I do like to think that all of us, even those who have the spiritual and psychic experiences, can every once in a while get those feet planted down on terra firma, at least long enough to try to convince the scientific community and other people that there is something substantial and solid to this. Because while we may be off on our astral voyages somewhere, there are still some people who are seeing physical, down to earth UFOs. There are hundreds and hundreds of cases over the years, where these objects have actually touched down. They have left indentations in the ground. They've left burn marks. They've caused power blackouts. I think if we're going to convince the people, the general public, of what we're saying, not only do we have to tell them of our unusual psychic and mental experiences, but we've got to prove to them that these things are also solidly planted in some sort of reality. There certainly is enough evidence that this is the case. Even though some of us here may like to downgrade the work of groups like MUFON, they all serve their purpose in trying to get across to the scientific establishment the fact that there is evidence to show, that some sort of physical objects are coming here and visiting our planet.
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Continued tomorrow

THE BUFF LEDGE ABDUCTION

Only seven years after the Betty and Barney Hill abduction, the New England states would again host an alien abduction. Buff Ledge Camp in Vermont would be the site of a visitation by four UFOs which would appear, make revolutionary aerial maneuvers, and alter the lives of at least two young people. Buff Ledge was a girls camp located north of Burlington on Lake Champlain.

During their tenure as summer camp employees, Michael Lapp, a sixteen year old maintenance man, and 19 year old water ski instructor Janet Cornell were relaxing at a boat dock on a slack day. On this particular August afternoon, the swim team had a made a trip to Burlington to compete in a meet, and the camp was virtually deserted. Late in the afternoon, the two friends were enjoying the view of the sun setting over the water, when a bright light appeared in the darkening sky.

At first, Michael thought they were being treated to a beautiful, close up view of the planet Venus. All of a sudden, the glowing light began to move downward, and ever closer to Michael and Janet. The object, at first a round glow, now began to flatten out as it came even closer. Michael shouted, "Wow! Venus is falling." As the two steadfastly watched the light, three smaller lights seemed to drop from the larger one, which quickly moved up and disappeared from sight. The three smaller objects began to move over the lake. They were obviously under intelligent control. The objects put on a show for Michael and Janet, doing zigzag maneuvers, loops, and then descended like falling leaves. The three objects now moved even closer to the two baffled teenagers. After forming a triangle, two of the objects pulled back. Michael would later recall a sound "like a thousand tuning forks" when the two left the third craft alone.

The one remaining UFO passed over Michael and Janet, then shot upward and momentarily disappeared. It very soon reappeared, tilted to one side, and dropped into the lake. A couple of minutes seemed to pass before the object reemerged from the water, and began gliding straight toward them! The object was now close enough to see a transparent dome occupied by two childlike creatures. Michael would describe the beings as having elongated necks, big heads, and no hair. Their eyes were also large, and extended around the side of their heads. Michael began to sense a kind of mental communication with the two beings. Watching them intently, Michael slapped his knee, and to his surprise, one of the occupants mimicked his movement. The craft now moved directly overhead, and shot a beam at Michael and Janet. Grabbing Janet's shoulder, Michael pulled both of them on their backs on the dock. Suddenly, Michael was overcome with the fear of being kidnapped. He remembers screaming, "We don't want to go!" The light from the beam was so bright that Michael recalls being able to see the bones in his hand, like an X-ray. The two teenagers both later related that the beam had a "liquid" feeling to it, and gave them the sense of free floating.

Their next conscious thoughts would be that of staring at the object again from the dock. The sky was now totally black, and Michael wondered how long he had been in this one spot. Looking at Janet, he could see that she was in a trancelike state; drowsy and disoriented. They now heard the welcome sounds of the swim team returning from their meet in Burlington. The UFO now moved upward into the black sky, flashed its light beam repeatedly, and then vanished from sight. Strangely, Michael and Janet did not discuss what had happened to them, not now, and not for the next couple of weeks, when camp season ended. Maybe the strange things they had seen over the lake this evening were just optical illusions. Maybe they weren't.

After their summer camp jobs were over, Michael and Janet went their separate ways. During the next five years, Michael rarely thought about that night. But in time, he began to have disturbing dreams...dreams about being kidnapped; abducted...against his will. The dreams would come... like they did... then the dreams would vanish...like they did. It would be ten years after his harrowing experience that Michael made a decision to contact the Center for UFO Studies, and search for answers. Investigator Walter Webb was assigned to the case, and after hearing Michael's story, suggested regressive hypnosis to help rid him of his emotional strife and the frightening dreams.

During Michael's hypnosis, he vividly recalled his experiences on that night in August 1968. He remembered how the beam of light lifted him into the craft's interior; how he entered a bigger craft, and how he saw Janet lying on a table being examined. The small beings shined a light into her eyes, scraped her skin, and took fluids from her body. "The aliens all looked alike, Michael recalled, and had those large eyes, a mouth without lips, no ears, and two small openings for a nose." Michael also described the beings as having three pointed, web-like digits for fingers, and their bodies felt "damp and clammy." The aliens related to Michael that their mission was to "make life like ours...other places."

Janet also underwent the regression, and her descriptions only went to verify Michael's. She recalled feeling "cold" on the examining table, with something "pulling her hair and pinching her neck." The abduction of Michael Lapp and Janet Cornell certainly falls within the general pattern of abductions reported by many others. To confirm the facts of their fantastic story, Webb located several other members of the camp who had witnessed the strange lights over Lake Champlain the very night of the abduction! Two other employees reported a similar experience which had occurred earlier that same summer, when they observed unidentified flying objects hovering over the lake for about twenty minutes. Although Michael and Janet's experience was not reported for ten years after the fact, it is still a well documented case of alien abduction.

Author, B. J. Booth
sources:
WEBB, Walter N.: Encounter at Buff Ledge, 1994.

A VERY UNUSUAL INCIDENT IN DOROTHY IZATT'S LIFE

Excerpted from "Contact with Beings of Light" by Peter Guttilla

As Dorothy tells it:

There was one particular incident that was very strange, even for me, partly because it happened while Duncan was in the room, and partly because of how it took place. (Duncan was her husband.) I've only told this experience to a few people because it was one of those times that I didn't have a chance to film, even though I believe I did film the same craft at another time years later.

We were visiting relatives in Australia, in fact, we'd just arrived earlier that day, and Duncan and I were sleeping in the downstairs bedroom. It was very late and, as I recall, a stormy night with thunder, lightning, and gusts of wind. So there I was, and for some reason I woke up rather suddenly and noticed a greenish light in the room and two beings standing there, looking at me.

Duncan was sound asleep and didn't move. The two beings, or entities, I don't know what to call them, I'm sure they were androids or some other artificial types, were standing there at the foot of the bed, holding rods in their hands. They were only about four feet tall, and this is what was so weird, they had very gentle-looking cow-like or calf-like faces. Their eyes were big and wide-set, and they had little muzzles or snouts, but their bodies were human in shape with two arms and legs. They were wearing what I can only describe as a sort of scuba diving suit, or that kind of one-piece style of outfit. Their clothing looked green, but that could have been because of the green glow in the room. Later on, when I could see the clothing more clearly, it did seem to be a light green in color. As strange as it was, there was nothing frightening about it. They had very mild expressions and didn't seem at all threatening. I was surprised but felt calm, I could tell they were friendly and that they were there for a reason.

Afraid that I might wake Duncan, I pushed off the bedcovers and got out of bed slowly. I was never sure how my husband would react to something like this because he'd made it clear to me many times that he preferred not knowing too much about these things. He didn't move and continued to sleep soundly as I got up and put on my robe and stood facing the two little entities. It was such a weird scene; there was thunder, there were flashes of lightning, the wind was blowing, and the two entities just stood there in this faint green light with serene expressions.

Then one of them came over and handed me one of the rods. It was a shiny silvery white color, very light in weight, and I'd say about a foot long and maybe two inches in diameter. There were two buttons on one end of it. I said, "What do you want me to do with this?" The one standing closest to me said they wanted me to go with them so they could show me something. At first I spoke, but they didn't, instead they used their thoughts. I looked at Duncan, thinking that all this was going to wake him up. At that point the one standing near me told me not to worry, that my husband wouldn't waken because one of them would stay behind in the room. I guess that meant as long as one of them was there, he could keep watch and be sure Duncan didn't waken. I remember feeling very relieved. As weird as it sounds to some people, and it even sounds kooky to me sometimes, I'd gotten so familiar with these types of things that it didn't bother me anymore. Knowing Duncan would stay asleep was a relief, not only because of how he might react to these strange looking entities if he woke up and found them there, but can you imagine his concern if he got up and found me gone?

One of the entities went to the window and pressed a button on the rod he was holding and, boom, just like that he passed through the window. I was so amazed; how could he do that? Mind you, these were security-type windows because we were on the ground floor of the house. My relatives had those metal bars on the windows for protection. But this little entity went right through as if it wasn't even there.

As he went through, he told me to follow him. How can I do that, I said, I can't go through the wall and the window? He said, "Push the button." So I pushed one of the buttons and nothing happened, although I did feel suddenly lighter because I was levitating a bit. It's an odd feeling because my body felt weightless, making me feel a bit out of control for a moment. He said, "Now push the other button." I pushed the other little button, and suddenly I moved toward the window and was outside. It was truly something like they do on the television program Star Trek, that's all I can think of to compare it to. But there was no twinkling or crackling or any of that; it just happened instantly.

So it was like that, and I pressed the button on the rod and I was through the wall and the window. I think there was some kind of force field set up, too, because I didn't feel the rain or wind, and yet it was blowing hard all around us. Once I was outside, I could see an enormous round cylinder shaped craft hovering above; the entity flew up toward it and I followed him. We went through an opening underneath the craft. The opening was like a big doorway with a ramp of some kind in it, or it seemed to me that a ramp would come from it. There were windows above it, extending on either side.

When we arrived inside the craft, I could see that there were two levels to it. The upper level was shaped like a huge dome. I remember being very nervous because I was gliding through the air. I felt terribly wobbly, and when we got to the craft, we moved around the interior in the same way, but by then I was getting along a little better. There didn't seem to be a speed control with it, I just moved at a pace identical to the little entity in front of me, and where he went, I went as well.

The craft was extremely big. Later, I tried to estimate its size and all I could think to compare it to was maybe a football field. I'd say it was almost the size of a football field. The interior was immense and airy and very clean smelling. I noticed that around the dome was a catwalk or a walkway with a railing that people were walking on, going here and there to other parts of the craft. There were a lot of human beings there, or people that looked like human beings, but I don't know if they were from earth, or from somewhere else. There was also another ordinary looking man who seemed to be a leader. He was dressed in a blue or indigo-colored uniform of some kind and wore a cloak-like garment with gold trimming along the edges, on the cuffs, and at the spot where a gold clip held the cloak on. His hair and eyes were dark, possibly brown. As he walked passed by me, I noticed a brownish, parchment-like paper rolled into a scroll in his hand. He was walking and looking at us flying around. He smiled, and I assumed he knew I was getting a tour of the place.

He walked away and went into a room down from where I was. I followed the little entity who brought me here, and we moved around a bit, looking at this and that, eventually coming near the room the man had entered. Looking in, I saw a raised platform that looked like a big table to me. The man in the blue uniform was standing there at the table, and the paper he'd been carrying earlier was laid out flat on the table where he, and several others, were looking it over. That's when I noticed that some of the other people at the table were different in appearance. They all looked human, not like those crazy-looking characters you see in the movies or anything, but they were slightly different from one another. Each wore a different uniform, though the one-piece styles were somewhat alike. Some of them were quite slim, others shorter and broader, while others had slightly larger eyes. Except for these slight differences, they all looked like human beings. I couldn't see too much detail because I was some distance away, but I watched this scene for a while, and from there we continued to look around a bit. It seemed quite busy everywhere I looked. I just couldn't get over the size of the craft; even though it almost felt like an arena, it still somehow seemed very light at the same time.

After this I was taken back to my room just as quickly as I'd left it. I gave the rod to the other little entity and the two of them left. I just stood quietly at the window for a while, thinking about how truly amazing this universe of ours really is. Duncan was still asleep and breathing deeply. He turned over a little, looking very comfortable, so obviously nothing had bothered him while I was away. When he got up later, I told him about it, and he just nodded as he always did. He was such a dear; I'm sure he knew by then that something was going on with all this, but he liked knowing as little about it as possible. The feeling of flying around with that little stick in my hand never left me. It was truly remarkable. I'm sure there will be people who will think I only dreamed I passed through walls and flew around but it was very real. I could feel and smell the air, touch my clothing, and hear sounds. It always amuses me when people suggest this sort of thing, because most people know the difference between a dream and a real experience... and so do I. Besides, many examples of these sorts of experiences can be seen in my films, and no one can say that my films are dreams. My camera lens has been my best fiend in all this, and nobody can deny what they see in my pictures.

VISIT BY SPACEMEN TO THE OUTBACK

One of my favorite UFO cases. It took place in the Outback of Australia in June 1977.

VISIT BY SPACEMEN TO OUTBACK IN STAR TREK

At about 11 PM on June 22 last year, gold prospector Albert Smith noticed three lights in the sky. Silently and slowly they moved down toward him and then nestled in a clump of trees near his camp. He saw figures emerge amid dazzling lights.

Thus began the most incredible two days in the life of 45 year old Albert.... the two days in which he claims he was visited by people from another world at his lonely camp on the Bulloo River in far southwest Queensland.

Smith is not Albert's real name. But that's what we said we would call him when he agreed reluctantly to an interview last week.

He claims he spoke to the visitors, watched them play games with what appeared to be lightning balls, saw them disappear and then reappear and stood spellbound as the intergalactic travelers created instantaneous rain.

Last week Albert recalled his meeting with the 35 men and women from a place they called Begus.

He said It was in near freezing weather yet the women were wearing summer-type clothing. The men were dressed in what looked like gray businessmen's suits. They all appeared very human but their skin was a blue-grey color. Their craft were about 50 metres high, each with five supporting legs.

The leader said his name was Behnar. When I touched him it felt like I was touching very soft rubber.

When I asked them questions they seemed to know what I was going to say before I said it. And I think they only permitted me to ask what they wanted me to. I'm sure they had control of my mind for those two days.

I think their powers were almost limitless."

Albert said the aliens could speak English but only in whispered tones. They appeared to be able to communicate with their hands as well.

Only a few of them stayed near the camp. The rest went down to the river.

One woman told me she was 490 years old. She looked it too; like a mummy from some sort of Egyptian tomb.

At one stage they all started to play a game with hundreds of these balls which seemed to throw out lightning.

These people could leap 60 metres in one jump.

When they left the only thing that remained was a very heavy smell of kerosene. There were no marks or objects left to prove their existence.

Just before they finally disappeared the leader told me he was going to make rain. A short time later it suddenly started to pour. It was eight days before the rain stopped.

I wanted to see their craft taking off but again I think they controlled me.

I was lying in bed and could not get up. It seemed like I had 100 kilograms of lead in my legs.

The June visit was the fourth experience Albert has had with visitors from outer space since he began prospecting in the area five years ago.

In the winter of 1973 he saw a fleet of 16 spacecraft hover over the area and then move away.

In May the following year he approached a cigar-shaped craft hovering above the ground. He saw men in the cockpit and a woman at one of the windows. It sped away in what appeared to be a flash of light. And in June 1976 another brilliantly illuminated craft appeared.

Albert said: "I have not yet approached the authorities about this. A lot of other things happened which I don't want to talk about at this stage. No one will believe me until I get proof and that's what I intend to get as soon as I possibly can.

I will be going back to the area in late February but this time I will have a camera. I have begun to document all these experiences.

I am very scared and frightened about going back but they did not harm me the first time. I hope they won't if they visit me again."

(Editor's Note: If anyone has an update on this particular person, please send it in.)

From Sunday Sun, Brisbane, Australia - Jan. 8, 1978

TWO BEINGS OF LIGHT

From the Paranormal Phenomena web site

The Beings of Light

I opened my eyes and rolled over onto my back. Standing by my bedroom closet were two personages. My mind was racing to identify who or what they were, and even though the room was dark, I could see them from the light emanating from them. This light filled the room with a soft glow. One stood just in front of the other, and the one standing in front was smaller in stature. At first I was afraid of them, knowing that evil spirits can appear as angels of light to deceive people. I just didn't know what to think. I waited for them to say something, but they remained very still, just looking at me. I could see a look of hesitation cross the smaller one's face. I think that he was surprised that I could see him. A few more minutes passed as we looked at each other. Finally, I found my voice and asked, "Who sent you?"

The smaller one standing in front answered and said, "He who is above has sent me."

I wondered at this answer, not understanding who was above him, but thinking if he was above him, it had to be God. A long silence followed and we just stared at each other.

I was mesmerized at their appearance; it is very hard to explain how I felt. Finding my voice once again, I asked. "Why are you here?"

The same one answered and said, "I have been sent here to protect you. There is a war being waged over you and both sides are fighting for you."

They must have sensed that I was no longer afraid of them because they started walking toward the bed. The same one spoke again as he advanced saying, "I have been here many times, but you have never seen me."

As he was saying this, I sat up in the bed and they sat down on the edge of the bed beside me. The one that had spoken sat next to me and the other at the foot of the bed. I could feel the bed move as they sat down and a very warm feeling came over me. A sense of calm and love emanated from the two personages, and I felt as though I was being embraced in a sea of mystical energy. I was staring at them, thinking that the only time I had seen a spiritual being while I was fully awake was when I was about eight. My deceased grandfather had appeared to me one day while I was playing and talked to me. My two sisters that were playing with me also saw him. He told me that he loved me very much and would always be watching over me.

THE WARRIOR AND THE BOY

We sat in silence and I was thinking that I wanted to remember every detail about these two personages. I was looking at them very intensely, wondering about them. I was facing the side of them and they were looking forward in silence. I leaned to my left to look around the being beside me so I could see the one at the foot of the bed. I watched him as he looked toward the windows and then toward the door that led into the den. He was huge and warlike, but despite his fierceness, he had a very calming effect on me. While I studied his appearance, he didn't look at me. He remained watchful, listening to sounds that were now silent to my ears. His hair was white, very thick and wavy, and fell to just above his shoulders. His face was smooth, symmetrical, androgynous and very beautiful. It is virtually impossible to describe the glow of radiance that came from his presence. He wore a one-piece white garment that had no collar that fell to just above his ankles with long sleeves to his wrists. The garment had a brilliance to it. About his waist was a gold cord that was tied on his left side in a knot, then the two pieces of the cord fell to his knees. On his feet he wore sandals.

I was wondering what age he might be as I looked at him. Then I realized that I couldn't put any age on him because his features were ageless. It is hard for the human mind to comprehend what I was seeing, and even harder to describe. I wondered what his eyes looked like; I couldn't see them because he was facing away from me. He must have read my thoughts because in that instant, he turned his face toward me and gazed into my eyes. I could hardly breath, it was so awe-inspiring. I will never forget his eyes -- they were like pools of fire! It was only for an instant, then he turned his gaze from me.

I turned my attention to the one beside me. He had more of a human appearance. His glow wasn't as bright as the other being. He wore a light brown shirt that looked like it was made from very soft suede, with cross stitches on the shoulder of the sleeve. I was trying to see more of the shirt, but something was covering it. Leaning closer to him, I could make out that it was his hair. It was dark in color, brown or maybe black, and fell over his shoulders to his waist. My eyes went to his face and I could see that he didn't have any facial hair. His skin color was light brown and he had the appearance of being a young man. While I was looking at his face wondering about him, he turned and looked directly at me. At this moment looking into his eyes I could see something that set the two apart more than their appearance. Staring back at me were two very sad eyes. His whole face was full of emotion -- something I had not read in the other being's countenance. I was wondering who he had been and where he had lived when he was a mortal being.

Reading my thoughts, he said, "My name is Calemb, I was killed in a battle when I was very young by a bullet."

He paused for a moment and I could tell that he was remembering the incident he had just spoken of. Then he said, "I left a small son behind, and this grieves my heart still, even now."
I could feel his sadness and a great gulf of pain filled my heart with sorrow. I felt such compassion for him and wanted to embrace him and somehow comfort him, but I could only bring myself to reach out and take his hand in mine. We looked into each others' eyes for a moment, and then he moved his hand as if to pull it away from me, but didn't. I realized that he was uncomfortable with my touching him and thought that perhaps I was not supposed to, so I pulled my hand back and we sat once again in the silence of our thoughts. Calemb hung his head down toward the floor. So many questions were running through my mind that I wanted to ask.
After a while Calemb turned to me and said, "We are permitted to give warnings, but the information is not always complete. We are not allowed to give any advice that would hinder your free agency. We are not allowed to alter the paths that you choose while you are here."
We talked about many things too numerous to add here.

THE GREAT BATTLE

Something caught their attention in another part of the house. They both rose from the bed and walked into my den. I was curious, so I followed them to see what they were doing. They both looked up at my ceiling and I followed their gaze, trying to see what they were looking at. Before my very eyes, the ceiling vaporized and for an instant I could see a great battle taking place in the air. There were many personages fighting, some had swords slashing at others, some were locked in hand-to-hand combat. I could see that some were the sons of light while some were sons of darkness. I could tell the sons of darkness because their countenance made them appear in shades of black and gray.

The sons of light -- angels of God -- had a brilliance to their countenance. I feared they would come crashing through the ceiling and into the house. I started to get very frightened by what I was seeing, and the two personages reading my thoughts cause me not to be able to see any more of the fighting. They started walking through the house, looking around. I followed them back into the bedroom and we once again sat on the bed. We remained silent. I got the feeling that they were waiting for a command from someone. By this time it was almost dawn. I felt very safe with them, and at some point I fell asleep.

I was awakened by the phone ringing. It was my son-in-law telling me that my daughter had gone into labor around 1:30 a.m. -- about the same time that my name was called out -- and that they had been at the hospital all night and could I please come as soon as I could. Not long after I got to the hospital, my daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.