12 - Games
The word flashed up and
down the Ohio valley, and many people took the absurd rumor
seriously. The space people had selected Woody for a unique
experiment, so the story went, and he had gone into hiding to
nurture his rapidly swelling stomach. He would soon be giving birth
to a very special baby; part earthling, part extraterrestrial. The
child was slated to grow into a great leader.
The events of 1966-67 had fractured everyone’s sense of credulity.
Almost anything now seemed possible. A pregnant man was no more
absurd than the winged behemoth, or the gigantic illuminated forms
that cruised up and down the Ohio nightly. A fantastic new world was
taking shape, populated by spacemen who drove Cadillacs and
Volkswagens, psychiatrists who heard bodiless voices in the night,
and things that ate dogs and cattle while everyone was looking in
the wrong direction.
Like everyone else, I was caught up in the games, mystery piling
Someone somewhere obviously knew every move I was making, or so it
seemed. I became very secretive, not even telling my closest friends
where I was going or where I had been. Nevertheless, something
seemed to be following me. I would drop in unannounced on a remote
farm and soon after I settled down to chat with the residents their
phone would ring and there would be no one on the line, or a series
of loud beeps would ring out.
The farmer would act
“We’ve never had a
call like that before!“
The phone would ring
repeatedly until I left.
This happened several different times in several different places.
I used a system of “spot checks,” visiting homes in flap areas and
talking with people who had never reported anything. Mrs. Hyre
accompanied me on a number of these spot checks and was amazed at
how much had been going on. Her name and face were familiar to
everyone in the area and her reputation as a fair, objective
reporter was impeccable.
loosened up when they saw her and talked freely. In the hills
surrounding Point Pleasant we heard many stories about footsteps on
the roof, strange metallic clangings (the most common being the
sound of a car door slamming outside the house when there were no
cars in sight). One family showed us how the flap covering the
entrance to their attic had been mysteriously moved.
It was a hole in the
ceiling of a bedroom and could only be reached with a high ladder.
Others complained of “Gypsies” marching across their property late
at night; men in bright reflective clothing and women in
ankle-length dresses, all with long hair and dark Oriental faces.
(This was well before the hippie explosion of the late 1960s.)
North of Gallipolis, Ohio, I impulsively stopped at an isolated
farmhouse one afternoon and when I knocked at the door a grim-faced
man answered with a shotgun in his hands. I started to show my
credentials and explain who I was but he cut me short.
“I know who you
are,” he growled. “We don’t want anything to do with you. Get
out of here.“
Puzzled, I reported back
to Mary and suggested that she visit the farm to see if she could
find out the reason for the man’s strange behavior. The next day we
went back. I remained in the car while she talked with him for
Finally they both came
out to the car laughing.
“You’re not going to
believe this,” the farmer began apologetically, “but ten minutes
before you arrived here yesterday I got a phone call. It sounded
like a neighbor of mine and he said he was calling to warn me
about a crazy man ... a real dangerous type ... with a beard ...
that had just been to see him. Said I shouldn’t have anything to
do with him. Ten minutes later you showed up. After you left, I
called him back. He was out in the fields. Had been all day. His
wife had to go get him. He said he hadn’t made that call.“
I looked sternly at
“Is this some kind
of a put-on?“
“Absolutely not,” she answered, turning to the farmer. “Tell him
the rest of it.“
“Well, about a week ago something scared my cows real bad,” he
continued. “You know, we ain’t told anyone about this, Mrs. Hyre.
You aren’t going to put it in the paper, are you?“
“Not if you don’t want us to.“
“Come on. Let me show you something.“
He led us into the field
behind his barn. There was a thirty-foot circle of scorched earth on
the hillside. I had seen several of these “fairy circles” before.
“That night our cows
really acted up,” he went on. “They stampeded. They were so
scared they went right through the fence over there.”
toward a stretch of wire fence that had obviously just been
“It’s an electric fence. Now you know that it takes a
lot to make cows charge through an electric fence. Anyway, when
I heard the ruckus I ran outside and I saw my cows scattering
down the road. And there was a big red and white glowing thing
sitting right in the field. I’ve got to say that it scared me
half to death. I ran back in my house to get my gun. Didn’t take
me more than a minute. But when I got outside again the thing
was gone. This circle was all that was left. It took the rest of
the night to round up my cows.“
“Were any of them lost or missing?” I asked.
“No.” He paused. “But Herk—that’s Hercules—my big old collie dog
ran off that night and we ain’t seen him, since.“
Mary had been with me
when I had checked into other missing dog incidents. She gave me a
meaningful glance and he caught it.
“Say, you don’t
think that thing took old Herk, do you?“
“No. It was probably just some kind of electrical phenomenon,” I
answered gently. “Herk will probably come back.“
“I hope so. We sure loved that dog.” He looked thoughtful.
“Electrical, huh. Let me show you something else.“
He led us into his barn
and showed us a brand-new circuit box.
“I had to have this
put in the next day so I could run my milker. The old box was
completely burned out. In fact, it was melted ... like somebody
had put a welding torch to it.“
“See, it must have been some kind of electrical thing,” I said
I knew Ivan Sanderson
had investigated an almost identical incident in New Jersey only
weeks before. But in that case the cows had been in their stalls in
the barn and were found dead.
“Has anyone else
been around to talk to you about this?“
“No ... I haven’t told anyone. Just some fellows from the
electric company who turned up the next day. They fussed around
with the transformer on the pole by the road. I tried to talk
with them but they didn’t have much to say.“
“Did you know them?“
“Never saw them before. Come to think of it, they didn’t have a
regular electric truck. Just a panel truck.“
“Would you recognize them if you saw them again?“
“Sure would. They was foreigners. You know, Japs or something.
Like I said, they weren’t very friendly.“
“How were they dressed?“
“Oh, you know ... ordinary coveralls. I did notice their shoes,
though. They had on funny shoes with very thick rubber soles.
Guess when you work around electricity you need insulation.“
“Say, do you know
these fellows?” he asked.
“Well, I saw a man with thick-soled shoes like that once,” Mary
I cut in sharply,
thanking the man, promising to keep him out of the papers, and
reminding Mary that we had an appointment elsewhere.
Back in the car, Mary could no longer curb her natural curiosity.
“What do you make of
all this, John?“
“The more I find out, the more confusing it becomes.“
“That’s the way I feel. That phone call ... sounds like someone
didn’t want you to talk to him.“
“It could work the other way, too,” I suggested. “Maybe this
whole thing was set up so I would talk to him. I just picked his
farm out at random. If he had just turned me away with a smile I
would never have bothered him again. But when he came to the
door with a gun ...“
“But how did they know you were going to stop there? How could
anyone have possibly known?“
“That’s the real question. How could anyone have known?“
A few days before
leaving New York I called Gray Barker in Clarksburg and he agreed to
meet me the following Tuesday in Point Pleasant. As soon as he hung
up, I dialed Woodrow Derenberger’s unlisted number and spoke to his
“When are you coming
to see us again?” she asked.
“I expect to be in West Virginia next week,” I replied.
“I know. I hear you’re having a secret meeting with Gray Barker
I was stunned.
“I’m meeting with
Gray,” I admitted, “but it’s not very secret. I didn’t know
about it myself until a couple of minutes ago, so how on earth
did you know?“
There was a pause.
“Charlie Cutler over
in Ohio told us about it a couple of days ago,” she finally
“And how did he know about it?“
“I—I don’t know. I suppose he heard it somewhere.“
When you enter the
unreal world of the contactees, predictions, prophecies, and a
mysterious invasion of your privacy become commonplace.
seem to develop heightened perceptions, ESP, and precognition. The
changes occur almost overnight. In their meetings with the entities
they are served up platters of propaganda along with rumors and
nonsense which they accept and repeat as fact.
Many of the choicest
tidbits in UFO lore were not actual events but were put into
circulation by contactees who placed their complete trust in their
contacters. The entities spun wild tales about crashed saucers being
confiscated by the U.S. Air Force, farmers shooting and wounding
spacemen, and so forth. Contactees repeated the stories to wild-eyed
UFO enthusiasts and so they spread in ever-widening circles until
they appeared in articles and books.
Derenberger never claimed psychic powers. He said he received
telepathic messages from Indrid Cold giving him specific
information. Others such as Ted Owens and Uri Geller have also
claimed that their psychic abilities came from space intelligences.
Mr. Owens has racked up
an impressive record predicting the outcomes of football games. Mr.
Geller, an Israeli psychic, became world famous after his alleged
contact with a flying saucer on a desert in the Middle East. Both
men have been examined and tested by armies of scientists and
I have probably examined and befriended more UFO contactees than
anyone else. Usually their experiences follow certain patterns which
they are not even aware of at the time. A long series of seemingly
unrelated events occur prior to the first overt contact These events
can begin in childhood and span many years. Then, too, most
contactees have active or latent psychic abilities before contact.
People who see ghosts or
religious apparitions have the same patterns as the UFO contactees.
And, in fact, the apparitions described in religious “miracles”
usually share the same physical characteristics as our UFO entities;
that is, long fingers, dusky complexions, pointed features.
The flying saucer lore of the past twenty-seven years has been built
on three main components:
reports, usually poorly investigated by amateurs and believers,
or based entirely on fragmented and often inaccurate newspaper
the testimony of
received through spirit mediums and ESP
In recent years a new
element has been added by the few scientists pulled into the
controversy. This is the tiresome use of probabilities to explain
that there must be zillions of other planets and therefore there
must be uncounted numbers of inhabited places in the universe.
In the early 1960s exobiology became the new scientific rip-off.
Various foundations and NASA poured millions of dollars into the
study of extraterrestrial life. Since there were no samples
available for study, and since there is not the slightest bit of
evidence that even a single planet exists in any other star system,
exobiology was not an easy field.
Scientists had to
justify their enormous expenditures with reams of speculative
papers. We do not even have enough facts, after fifteen years of
study, to form a real basis for the coveted probabilities. If Nick
the Greek were asked to make book on the existence of
extraterrestrial life, he would find the scientific arguments so
tenuous that the odds would have to be somewhere around a trillion
to one. Of the nine planets in our own solar system, only
three—Mercury, Earth, and Mars—are solid, and only one of these
three is infested with life.
The appearance of life
requires a long list of environmental and chemical conditions. For
all these conditions to exist simultaneously on a single planet also
requires a whole series of improbable coincidences.
Men have always gazed at the night sky and dreamed of other worlds.
Four thousand years ago, Enoch became the first space traveler,
visiting seven worlds or planets after being roused from his sleep
by angelic spacemen. Swedenborg, the great Swedish mathematician,
went wandering through the cosmos in the 1700s, and a proper
Bostonian named William Denton was given a guided tour of Venus in
Howard Menger, and several others visited the moon in the 1950s, preceding
Neil Armstrong by more than a decade. Menger, a New Jersey sign
painter, brought back some “moon potatoes” that looked like rocks
... and they didn’t cost the taxpayers a cent. Adamski, a California
eccentric, found the backside of the moon rich in vegetation and
water. Others observed cunningly concealed underground cities there.
Still others have traveled to scores of unknown planets in distant
galaxies. Planets with exotic-sounding names adopted from ancient
Greek, just as most of the entities who stop lone drivers on
isolated back yards claim names from mythology.
For example, on Wednesday, July 26, 1967, Mrs. Marts De Long and
Michael Kisner were driving in a park near California’s Big Tujunga
Canyon when they heard a bodiless voice which instructed them to
watch for something unusual. There was a flash of light in the sky
and a glowing disc twenty feet in diameter appeared. Soon they were
chatting with “Kronin,” master of the Kronian race. He was very tall
and both boneless and eyeless, and said he was “a space robot
encased in a time capsule.“
As soon as Mrs. De Long reached her home after the visit her phone
rang. It was Kronin. She later recorded several conversations with
him in which he explained the problems of the universe. She had
never heard of Cronus, the Roman god of time.
Another entity popular in occult circles for centuries is Ashtoreth,
the Phoenician goddess of love. A
character called Ashtar has been
communicating with UFO fans for years, coming through worldwide
stances, on Ouija boards, and through mental telepathy. Ashtar is a
big cheese in the Intergalactic Federation. Contactees have churned
out dozens of books filled with his messages.
A woman on Long Island had an encounter with an olive-skinned
gentleman in a greenish suit in May 1967 and his name caused me some
problems. He called himself Aphloes. I finally figured out that it
was from aphlogistic, a word derived from Greek meaning “a lamp
giving light without flame.“
Woodrow Derenberger’s Mr. Cold did not fit this pattern. In fact,
the name made me suspicious of Woody’s story and if I had not talked
with others who had shared similar experiences on the same night, I
might have rejected Derenberger outright because of it.
In earlier times, fairies, demons, and even human witches practicing
their Black Sabbath rites, chose gravel pits, garbage dumps,
cemeteries and crossroads for their appearances. Modern hairy
monsters and UFOs select the same sites, and quite a few UFO
contacts have occurred near crossroads or on highways still under
construction at points where old highways once intersected. Derenberger’s first contact with Cold was on a newly completed
highway yards from an old intersection.
Across the river, the vast “Indian” mounds of Ohio stand as mute
testimony of some earlier culture almost identical to the culture
which constructed the great mounds of Great Britain. The latter were
joined by straight tracks or “leys” which formed a complicated grid
system. I wondered if a similar ley grid may not have once existed
in West Virginia and I studied aerial photos and old maps looking
for such a system. There are tiny traces . here and there, but
modern fanners and builders have destroyed most of the old
artifacts, just as they had destroyed a great many of the mounds,
stone towers, etc., that stood on this continent when the first
Had Woody been stopped on a cross-point of some old ley network? The
only clue lies in Mr. Cold’s uncharacteristic selection for a name.
In his study of the
British leys, The View Over Atlantis, John Michell stated:
A peculiar feature
of the old alignments is that certain names appear with
remarkable frequency along their routes. Names with Red, White
and Black are common; so are Cold or Cole, Dod, Merry and Ley.
It would be in keeping
with the twisted logic of the entities to call attention to a West
Virginia ley system by staging their landings at specific points
along the grid and adopting names like Cold. Apparently this is
exactly what they did in 1966-67.
So far as I know, Cold and his mischievous companions never
presented themselves to other contactees ... or they changed their
names to suit each occasion. This, too, is a break with tradition.
Ashtar, Orthon, and several others with names that sound like
synthetic fabrics have contacted thousands of people all over the
world in the past twenty years.
In September 1973, just before the great October UFO wave, posters
sprang up all over Atlanta, Georgia, proclaiming the eminent arrival
of the space people.
A Georgia psychic was in mental communication with Zandark, who
identified himself as,
“a member of the
United Cosmic Council; a Commander in Chief in Charge of
Directing Technical Transmissions Via Mental Telepathy or the
Combination of Mediumistic Telepathy Under the Direction of the
Confederation of Cosmic Space Beings.”
Zandark delivered the
“We come to bring
peace” message, claimed credit for building the Sphinx, the
Pyramids, “and other structural phenomenas,“ and complained that
contactees were not being taken seriously enough, but were being
“branded fools, fanatics, and personal publicity seekers.”
We were advised to shape
Bach of Zandark’s communications began with the salutation, “Adonai
Vassu.” When the sitters at the Atlanta seances asked for a
translation they were told it meant, “Peace be with you, and love
Unknown to the Georgia Group, a contactee in Italy,
has been in touch with the space people for years and his contactor
always signs off with,
“May the light of the universal peace be with
you ... [signed Adoniesis].“
Adoniesis is a manufactured word, a sort of Romanization of
an ancient Hebrew word for God; Vassu stems from the Latin
meaning servant. So Adonai Vassu really means “servant of God.” Old
Zandark is just another angel in disguise!
Adoniesis and Adonai are
not so far removed from each other. It is interesting that the same
terms would turn up at seances an ocean apart.
Even more interesting is the fact that the messages received by
psychics everywhere bear remarkable similarities in content, even in
phrasing. I have researched obscure contactee-type books written two
and three hundred years ago and have found the same identical
messages and phraseology were prevalent then. Since much of this
literature is very obscure and hard to find, and since many of our
psychics and contactees are poorly read, it is doubtful if this is a
question of fakers repeating the earlier material. Rather, it seems
as if there is a phonograph in the sky endlessly repeating the same
material generation after generation as if there were a crack in the
Author Brad Steiger interviewed scores of psychics, prophets, and
contactees for his study of this phenomenon, Revelation: The Divine
Fire. He found that people claiming to be in communication with
angels, spirits of the dead, and spacemen from other planets were
all receiving essentially the same information.
All spoke of an impending disaster, just as Zandark warned, "The
time for your planet is crucial.”
But the prophets and
seers of the last century were getting the same spiel.
William Miller (1782-1849) founded the Seventh-Day Adventists in the
belief that the world was coming to an end in 1843. Interestingly,
prophets all over the world and tribes of Hopi and Navaho Indians in
the Southwest picked that same year. Clearly, they were all tuned in
to the same “static.” Jehovah’s Witnesses were founded in 1872 on a
The messages delivered to the children in Fatima, Portugal, in 1917,
also discussed the coming disaster, but phrased in obscure
Again and again, psychics and contactees have gathered their family
and friends together to sit on a hilltop and wait for the predicted
end of the world. This charade has been repeated many times in the
past twenty-five years with UFO contactees preparing for the
wonderful space people to descend in their flying saucers and
evacuate a chosen few from our doomed planet
The world was supposed to end on December 24, 1967. Occult and UFO
groups around the world got the message in every language. A Danish
cult actually built a lead-lined bomb shelter and spent the holidays
cringing in it, waiting for the big blast.
In 1973, a UFO contactee in Wisconsin soberly announced that the
comet Kahotek was going to wreck the earth that Christmas. He was
recruiting people to be evacuated by his space friends.
Zandark, Orthon, Ashtar, Xeno, Cold, and all their cronies have been
leading many of us around by the noses for centuries. First they
convince us of their honesty, reliability, the accuracy of their
predictions, and their well-meant intentions.
Then they leave us
sitting on a hilltop waiting for the world to blow up.
When the world was sparsely populated and the signals from the
super-spectrum were not smothered in so much static from the lower
spectrum, men learned to place great faith in these entities and
their prophecies. Priests, scholars, and magicians achieved a
marvelous understanding of the cosmos and the cosmic forces through
astrology, alchemy, and the magical manipulation of matter. But as
man followed the angelic dictate, “Multiply and replenish the
earth,” our planet began to suffer from psychic pollution.
The record on that great
phonograph in the sky cracked and stuck in a single groove ...
single groove ... single groove ... single....
syndrome is a fundamental reprogramming process. No matter what frame
of reference is being used, the experience usually begins with
either the sudden flash of light or a sound—a humming, buzzing, or
beeping. The subject’s attention is riveted to a pulsing, flickering
light of dazzling intensity. He finds he is unable to move a muscle
and is rooted to the spot.
Next the flickering light goes through a series of color changes and
a seemingly physical object begins to take form. The light
diminishes revealing a boat (if the event occurs on a lake or
river), a flying machine of unusual configuration, or an entity of
What’s really happening?
The percipient is first entranced by the flickering light. From the
moment he feels paralyzed he loses touch with reality and begins to
hallucinate. The light remains a light, but his or her mind
constructs something else. This can be compared with normal
hypnosis. (I have been an amateur hypnotist for many years.) A
hypnotized subject very often thinks he is fully conscious, that the
hypnosis isn’t working and he is just going along with the
hypnotist, but when he tries to move or disobey a command he is
surprised to find he can’t. The paralysis reported in so many UFO
cases is really a form of hypnosis.
In the 1940s medical science discovered the flicker phenomenon; that
some human brains are extremely responsive to a flickering light;
that such a light can produce an epileptic-type trance accompanied
by elaborate hallucinations.
In Battle for the
Mind, William Sargant pointed out:
It should be more widely known that electrical recordings of the
human brain show that it is particularly sensitive to rhythmic
stimulation by percussion and bright light among other things and
certain rates of rhythm can build up recordable abnormalities of
brain function and explosive states of tension sufficient even to
produce convulsive fits in predisposed subjects.
Some people can be
persuaded to dance in time with such rhythms until they collapse in
exhaustion. Furthermore, it is easier to disorganize the normal
function of the brain by attacking it simultaneously with several
strong rhythms played in different tempos. This leads to protective
inhibition, either rapidly in the weak inhibitory temperament or
after a prolonged period of excitement in the strong excitatory one.
When the flicker—or pulsing sound—happens to be synchronized with
the alpha rhythm of a particular brain, the brain is
short-circuited. There are cases in which some people were triggered
by the flickering of a motion-picture image and overcome by an urge
to strangle the persons sitting next to them. Dr. Grey Walter of the
Burden Nemo-logical Institute at Bristol, England, had a patient who
passed out while riding a bicycle along an avenue of trees.
The trees produced the
flicker phenomenon as he sped past them.
“A few subjects
yielded epileptic patterns,” Dr. Walter noted in his book The
Living Brain. “Auditory experiences were rare; but there may be
organized hallucinations, that is, complete scenes, as in
dreams, involving more” than one sense. All sorts of emotion are
experienced; fatigue, confusion, fear, disgust, anger, pleasure.
Sometimes the sense of time is lost or disturbed. One subject
said that he had been ‘pushed sideways in time’—yesterday was at
one side, instead of behind, and tomorrow was off the port bow.“
In short, a light
flickering at exactly the right frequency can place the witness in a
hypnotic-like trance. He views this as paralysis since he loses
control of his limbs for the duration of the trance even though a
part of his mind remains conscious. He views the hallucinations of
the trance as a continuation of the reality he was experiencing a
moment before. Like a normal subject of hypnosis, he loses his sense
Time can be compressed
or expanded, as in a dream. Events which seem to span several hours
are actually hallucinated in seconds or minutes, or the reverse can
occur. When he comes out of his trance and looks at his watch he
finds that hours have passed even though he thought he only watched
the light for a few seconds.
In a religious miracle such as that at Garabandal, Spain, in the
1960s, crowds surrounded the small children as they entered trances
and conversed with entities ‘only they could see. The children
sometimes remained motionless for hours, but when they came out of
their trances they thought only minutes had passed.
The psychedelic lights and flickering strobes so popular with the
youth culture in the 1960s actually served to induce trances and
produce quasi-religious experiences, particularly when coupled with
the mind-numbing beat of hard rock music and hallucinogenic drugs.
The euphoria of the big rock festivals was a direct product of this
phenomenon. Young people voluntarily, and enthusiastically,
submitted themselves to a brainwashing process ... reprogramming
themselves, or being reprogrammed by an outside force which, as the
violence and social upsets of the period demonstrate, was not always
When a contactee comes out of his trance he often finds himself
suffering from severe headaches and muscular aches and pains for
days afterward. Great lethargy is another common symptom, with the
percipient indulging in excessive sleep, exhausted. These symptoms
are comparable to those of epileptics who have suffered muscular
spasms. Excessive thirst, another symptom, is probably caused by
something else ... dehydration from exposure to intense low
frequency (VLF) electromagnetic radiation. Such radiation penetrates
and dries every tissue.
The mechanism—the light flashes—can be subjective, seen only by the
percipient, or objective, seen by others and even photographable.
The subjective flashes must be caused by radiation which by-passes
the eyes and optical nerves and is received directly by the brain.
Objective flashes are masses of energy moving through the visible
spectrum. Witnesses whose minds are not tuned to the specific
frequency of the flickering of the object are not affected, except
by the actinic rays that may be emitted.
When investigating multiple UFO sightings I am not concerned with
the chance witnesses of an objective light. Rather I try to seek out
those persons who were directly affected by the light. They rarely
report their sighting, either because the accompanying hallucination
was so bizarre or so terrifying, or because they simply had no
memory of the entire event; they suffered lacunal amnesia.
When I succeed in
finding such people I obtain their entire life history and keep in
touch with them for a long period after my interview to observe any
changes in personality or outlook that may occur. In some cases,
rapid deterioration takes place. The percipient has innumerable
secondary hallucinations, just as a person who has taken LSD can go
on another “trip” unexpectedly weeks later. He can become mentally
unbalanced, abandon his family and his work, develop into a fanatic,
and, in several unfortunate cases, end up with a nervous breakdown
or commit suicide.
On the other side of the coin, some percipients experience a
profound expansion of consciousness, a greatly increased IQ, and a
complete change of life style ... for the better.
Since this is a historic process, and a continuing one, it is
probable that most great leaders had a contact experience at some
point in their early life. Canadian psychiatrist Dr. Richard Bucke
conducted the first study of this phenomenon in his book Cosmic
Consciousness published in the year 1900. In religious circles the
phenomenon is called “illumination.“
In its purest form, illumination is not a religious experience. For
a few brief moments the percipient understands, truly understands,
the workings of the entire universe. He perceives all of history,
past, present, and future, totally. He feels he is a part of the superspectrum
and is one with the cosmos. Unfortunately, when the brief experience
is over he cannot remember most of it because it has been added to
his subconscious, and he cannot articulate those parts he can
remember. But he has been reprogrammed, even prepared
for a new role in life.
To some the experience
is “the call” that propels them into the clergy.
There seems to be a rule that each cosmic force has its imitators.
Victims of UFO contact are often suffering from false illumination.
Either their minds have misinterpreted the experience, or a lower
force has reprogrammed them using the same mechanism. In a sense,
they have become “possessed.” They suffer from hallucinosis — repeated
hallucinations. Their lives are manipulated disastrously. Once a
person has undergone false illumination he becomes vulnerable to
repetitions, just as once a person has been hypnotized he can be
easily hypnotized again.
The phenomenon is dependent on belief, and as more and more people
believe in flying saucers from other planets, the lower force can
manipulate more people through false illumination. I have been
watching, with great consternation, the worldwide spread of the UFO
belief and its accompanying disease. If it continues unchecked we
may face a time when universal acceptance of the fictitious space
people will lead us to a modern faith in extraterrestrials that will
enable them to interfere very overtly in our affairs, just as the
ancient gods dwelling on mountaintops directly ruled large segments
of the population in the Orient, Greece, Rome, Africa, and South
However they arrived at their 1953 decision, the CIA/air force plan
to debunk, downgrade, and ridicule flying saucers was, in
retrospect, the most responsible course the government could take.
But they underestimated
the scope of the phenomenon and its ability to manipulate humans and
On May 20, 1967, Steve Michalak was out prospecting near Falcon
Lake, Manitoba, Canada, when he saw a large circular object land. It
seemed to be made of glittering metal “like stainless steel.” He
approached it and thought he could hear voices mumbling inside. He
called out but received no answer. Instead, the object spewed out
some kind of gas or flame which caught him full in the chest and
sent him reeling backward as it took off.
Both his shirt and the
skin underneath were burned with an odd checkerboard pattern.
Mr. Michalak became extremely ill, suffering a week of blackouts,
nausea, headaches, and a weight loss of twenty-two pounds. It took
him many weeks to return to normal. Then, on September 21, 1967, 124
days after the initial incident, the burns on his chest returned and
his body began to swell. He was hospitalized and again returned to
normal. But the malady returned every 109 to 124 days. In August
1968, after a year of recurring illnesses, he visited the Mayo
Clinic in Minnesota at his own expense. Doctors there told him they
had treated another UFO victim from California who suffered from the
same thing. His problems stemmed from “a foreign substance” in his
blood, he was told.
When scientists from the air force-financed UFO study conducted by
Colorado University visited Michalak, they asked to see the place
where the saucer had landed. He admitted that he had been searching
for the spot himself, without success. He was puzzled by his
inability to locate it. Despite his inexplicable injury, the
scientists viewed this inability as proof that his story was a hoax.
In their final report they implied he was not telling the truth.
Actually there are a great many cases in which the witnesses found
they could not relocate the site of their experience. Buildings and
landmarks clearly seen at the time seem to vanish. Roads and
highways disappear. This bewildering phenomenon is well-known in
psychic lore also, probably because many psychic experiences are
hallucinatory, too. There are innumerable stories about restaurants
that seemed to dissolve after the witnesses stopped there. Tales of
disappearing houses are common. A weary traveler stops at an old
abandoned house for the night, just like in the movies, and later
learns the house he stayed in does not exist... or had burned down
True to the reflective factor, as I was writing this I received a
letter from F.W. Holiday, the British investigator, in which he
tells the following:
A family in the
south of England still spend their weekends driving around woods
looking for a mysterious lake they encountered some fifteen
years ago. Out in the middle they saw a huge rock with a sword
driven into it. Later they went back to do some research but
there was no trace of such a lake. No one had heard of it and it
isn’t on the maps.
One could fill a book
with such incidents, and, indeed, some authors have. Long ago I
classified such episodes as distortions of reality. Throughout
history people have been straying through Alice’s looking glass,
seeing things that don’t exist, visiting places that spill off the
maps into some hallucinatory other dimension. Fifteen years ago
there was a lake in England with a sword jutting out of a stone,
waiting for some king to come along” and pull it out, shouting,
“Excalibur!” This is no more ridiculous than stumbling upon a secret
flying saucer base nestled in the hills of New England and bustling
Contactees have claimed such things.
An engineer Rex Ball swears he came upon a mysterious underground
installation in Georgia in 1940, manned by small Oriental-looking
men in coveralls and a few American military officers. When he was
caught in the tunnels, one of the officers issued the curt command,
“Make him look like a nut!”
He woke up in a field, uncertain whether
his experience had been real or a dream.
That seems to be the battle cry of the phenomenon. “Make him look like