"Wilson was startled when a woman came in who was
at least eight feet tall. The woman had finely-chiseled
features. Her blonde hair cascaded neatly past her
shoulders. Her eyes were the bluest blue I'd ever seen
... She sat a large crystal on the table, and without
warning, her fingers began to glow as she ran them over
this crystal. A 3-D hologram began to form above it ...
complete with sound, it unfolded the mysteries of the
past and the present, and of other worlds."
The Man Who "Outed" the U.S. Saucer Program
Colonel Steve Wilson -
A Marvelously Entertaining Yarn
by Richard Boylan, Ph.D.
There is much about Colonel Steve "Wilson"'s life that he will not
allow to be known, for good reason. Colonel Wilson is a hunted man.
Moving from state to state to evade several attempts on his life, he
currently is battling cancer.
Like a number of other prominent
disclosers of top secrets about UFOs and governmental cover-ups
(astronaut Gordon Cooper, Congressman Steve Schiff, CSETI's director
and executive assistant Dr.
Steven Greer and Shari Adamiak, and
MJ-12 insider Dr.
Michael Wolf), the Colonel is suffering from a
cancer which may have been externally "imposed" to silence him.
like these other brave witnesses, the death threats have only made
even firmer Wilson's resolve to tell all.
This biographical sketch is based on limited information provided by
the Colonel, and certain data from his discharge papers. I have
written this biographical sketch, as a tribute to a man who feels
the public's right to know extremely important information about
extraterrestrial contacts supercedes a military/intelligence cabal's
misuse of "national security" secrecy to cloak their misdeeds. Here
then is, without varnish, Steve Wilson, the man, the officer and the
Steve Wilson was born in the 1930's, and spent five years in a state
orphanage. In order to escape the savage beatings there, he ran
away. He had always dreamed of being a pilot. Befriended by a
prostitute with the proverbial "heart of gold", this tall 13-
year-old was accepted into the Air Force, when his newfound "mother"
stated he was 16 and signed for him to enlist.
Starting out as a private, he worked hard to advance. He took U.S.
Armed Forces Institute courses, earned his high school diploma, and
then the equivalent of a two-year college degree. Simultaneously he
studied at Aircraft Mechanic School and became a certified mechanic.
Then he enrolled in Flight Engineer school and became a flight
engineer on B-17s.
Later he was promoted to Staff/Sergeant and to
the personal B-29 staff of General Crabbe. The General took a liking
to Steve, and encouraged him to reenlist and take an appointment to
Air Cadet school at Kelly Air Force Base. Completing Cadet School,
he was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant Wilson, a fighter pilot at last.
Lt. Wilson's first assignment was the Fighting 12th Fighter
Squadron, Clark Air Force Base, the Philippines. As soon as he
arrived, the Squadron was reassigned to Korea. He promptly was
reassigned to the 67th Fighter Squadron, forward-based at the Korean
War's front lines. He graduated from Mustang propeller fighters to
sleek Sabre jets, and was soon doing supersonic runs down MIG Alley,
dueling Communist jet pilots.
On one run into enemy territory to bomb a dam, Lt. Wilson dropped
his load of bombs and watched the dam burst. As he turned his plane
around to return to base, he felt pain in his stomach and looked
down to see blood gushing from his side. The lieutenant radioed in
that he had been hit by ground fire. He reported his position and
fuel level, and added that he was about to pass out and would not be
Lt. Wilson's memory fades out at that point. But
subsequent events point to extraordinary intervention by unseen
helpers that kept him alive.
Three days after Wilson radioed in that he was passing out, the
control tower at the 67th Fighter Squadron base saw an extraordinary
sight. Wilson's plane was coming in for a landing although its
engine was not running. The fuselage was surrounded by a strange
greenish light. Flight line personnel, the officer of the day and
Base Operations staff all looked on in amazement, as the plane made
a perfect dead-stick landing. Inside they found Lt. Wilson still
unconscious! He was rushed to a hospital.
When he regained
consciousness, he noted that his shrapnel wound was almost
Furthermore, base staff informed him that his
plane still had the same amount of fuel as when he was hit and
radioed in his fuel level. The Lieutenant quickly got out of bed and
secured a copy of the reports on his highly-unusual experience.
Shortly thereafter the original reports disappeared, and no one at
the base would talk about his miraculous return.
Soon Lt. Wilson underwent numerous tests, and was debriefed on his
mysterious return incident by what he calls a "strange group". They
administered testing, which revealed that his IQ had jumped from an
already very high 162 to an unheard-of 232. After the testing was
completed, he was returned to active duty. But other changes had
taken place inside the young pilot, affecting his ESP abilities.
Two months after Wilson's unexplained aerial rescue, one of his
squadron mates, Chuck, was shot down during an aerial dogfight over
Korea. Wilson and the others in the squadron watched him go down and
disappear. As they banked their planes to return to base, Wilson
heard the downed pilot's voice in his head. Chuck was crying for
help. Wilson jumped in his cockpit seat, startled. Then he heard the
Lt. Wilson broke formation and started descending to look for him.
The Squadron Commander screamed over the radio for Wilson to get
back in formation. The lieutenant pretended he couldn't hear the
Commander, and radioed that he was having plane trouble.
Wilson flew low, 100 feet above the ground, searching for Chuck.
Suddenly Wilson heard the downed pilot's cry (telepathically) that
he had just flew over him.
"The other airman sounded distressed that
I would not see him," Wilson recalls.
He banked 180 degrees, and
came in low.
Wilson could sense that he was there somewhere. He
spotted a clearing with enough room to land, and set his plane down.
As he rolled to a stop, he looked around and saw the other man's
plane wedged under some trees. Wilson taxied over close, jumped out
and ran to the wreckage. Chuck was pinned in and badly hurt.
tells the rest simply.
"Where the strength came from I don't know, but I ripped the
wreckage away from him, lifted him out of the cockpit and carried
him to my plane. I threw the radio gear out to make room for him and
me. With me sitting on his lap, I taxied out and to the end of the
clearing. Swinging around, I saw there was very little room for a
take-off. I looked up, and said, "God, if you exist, help me get
this motherfucker off the ground."
I held the brakes, and gunned the
engine to the breaking point, let go of the brakes and rocketed
across the clearing. The minute I felt myself off the ground, I
began to raise the wheels.
The enemy broke cover ahead of me and
began firing. I passed overhead, and heard the crunch and ripping of
metal as I left my wheels in the trees. My plane became hard to
manage with the undercarriage ripped away. I finally made it back to
base. I could see the fire trucks lining the runway, and saw the
tower blink. They were asking me to wag my wings if I had no radio.
What else could I do? I wagged my wings, passed over the field so
they could see the problem, made another 180 degree turn and started
in low. I picked the dirt next to the runway.
"I felt the jolt as my plane skidded down the side of the runway and
came to a halt. The ambulance was the first to arrive, and I already
had Chuck on my back and headed for the ambulance. He had made it
out alive. I walked around the plane and saw all the bullet holes.
[A report later said that there were 38 bullet holes.] I patted her
tail and said 'Thanks, Lady.'
Then I looked at the sky and said,
Despite being a rebel, and disobeying orders, (which luckily the
Squadron Commander could not prove), Lt. Wilson was awarded his
first Distinguished Service Award for gallantry above and beyond the
call of duty.
He remarks about the incident laconically, "Another
one I should have been court-martialed for." Forty-six days later,
he again switched roles back from rescuer to pilot needing rescue.
Wilson's plane developed engine trouble over enemy territory, and he
was forced to land. When he saw the enemy coming, he burned his
plane to the ground, and was taken prisoner. Because he burned his
plane, and would give the enemy no information, he was beaten for
three straight days. After the first hour his subconscious mind took
over, and he felt nothing.
Wilson recounts his captivity with grim detail.
"I remember them asking for information about my Squadron, and about
troop movements. I realized that if I could hold out long enough and
through enough torture, that they would believe anything I told
them, and maybe then they would leave me alone. After three days,
they tied a stick through my arms behind my back, and placed the
rope around my neck and down my back, tying the rope to my feet,
which were pulled up. If I tried to lower my feet, it would choke
me, cutting off my air.
"They placed me in a small bamboo cage about two feet wide and three
feet long, and three feet high. I lay there with my head on the
ground, with my knees spread and holding me upright, and trying to
keep the rope from strangling me. There was no room to lay down or
move. I remember the gooks pointing and laughing at me, and a hatred
began in my gut as I have never hated before.
Suddenly this thing
within my mind kicked in. I remember them having to drag me out and
into this hut. My body could feel nothing.
"Someone cut me loose and my mind began to function. The other
prisoners said I had lasted 15 days out there, and was the only one
who hadn't broke within a week. It was almost a day before the
circulation would let me move my legs and arms. As soon as I could
get around they drug me back to the torture chamber as we all called
"I swore to myself that those dirty bastards would never break me.
Now I hated with a ferocity that even scares me to this day. I
remember watching as they stuck bamboo shoots in the joints of my
hands, piercing between the bones. I could hear myself screaming,
but my mind was calm, and felt no pain. After what seems like days,
I was returned to the other prisoners. After several days, I could
move my hands some."
It had been 32 days. Lt. Wilson decided that he had had enough.
night another pilot and he saw their chance to escape. They made our
break for it. Two of the guards who had laughed at his torture were
on duty that night. Wilson moved up behind the first one and snapped
his neck, then felt him slid to the ground lifeless. The lieutenant
took his knife, moved around behind the other, and cut his throat
without a qualm.
They then ducked into the underbrush and ran the
rest of that night. Later they found out that they were only
twenty-eight miles from friendly lines. They had to crawl on their
belly, only daring to do so at night. They ate grubs and roots, just
as they had been taught in survival school. It took 23 days to crawl
back to U.S. lines.
Wilson relates the climactic moment of their escape.
"We topped the
last ridge, and lay on our bellies watching the movement below from
a point that overlooked the valley. Nuckolls rolled over on his
back, and you could hear his leather jacket pull loose from the
frozen ground. 'We made it,' I yelled.
I heard Nuckolls softly
sobbing. Who ever said that grown men don't cry? The most welcome
sound I heard was a sentry's shout, 'Who goes there? Advance and be
recognized or I'll blow your fuckin' head off.'"
The next defining moment in Colonel Wilson's life began during the
Summer of 1960.
The Cuban Missile Crisis became a global concern, as
President Kennedy and Soviet Chairman Kruschev were facing off in a
deadly game of global nuclear showdown over Soviet ICBMs in Cuba,
and a threat of using the U.S. Navy blockade of Cuba to sink any
more freighter deliveries of ICBMs.
By now Steve Wilson had been promoted to Air Force Captain, and
Commander of a Tactical Fighter Squadron out of Wright-Patterson AF
Base, Ohio. His Squadron was ordered to Florida, and then deployed
to Guantanamo Naval Base in Cuba, with orders to provide air cover
for Navy ships doing picket duty in the Cuban Gulf.
In 1963 Wilson's squadron was ordered back to Wright-Patterson AFB.
He soon received an assignment to fly cover over Houston. Just prior
to this, Captain Wilson had been told that he would be assigned to
Majestic-12 as soon as this mission was accomplished, and that upon
his transfer, he would become a Major.
[Majestic-12 (MJ-12), he
would soon learn, is the super-secret organization which controls
UFO surveillance and interdictions, retrievals and analysis of
recovered extraterrestrial spacecraft and occupants, and public
access to any information about these matters.]
It would turn out to
be a day that would linger in his mind for a long time.
Captain Wilson's mission in Houston was to keep any planes away from
the city during President Kennedy's visit. His squadron had
shoot-to-kill orders for anyone who disobeyed their commands to stay
back. While flying protective cover over Houston, the news came over
the squadron's radio that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas.
Wilson describes their reaction.
"I was shocked. I had met the man and really liked him. My eyes
welled up, and I could hardly see as we were ordered back to the
airfield. I could hardly see the runway. The tears were streaming
down my face. After landing, I watched some of the worst landings
ever exhibited by a squadron of Top Gun pilots. There wasn't a dry
eye in the bunch."
After returning to Wright-Patterson AFB, Wilson was informed he was
receiving Top Secret clearance, and was being commissioned as a
His indoctrination into the UFO secrets kept by the
Majestic-12 agency then began. He was shown the remains of the
extraterrestrials and the crashed UFOs from the Roswell incident in
latter 1947, that were all housed at Wright-Patterson's Hanger 84.
He read reports he was shown about that incident, and how
Majestic-12 covered it up by putting all the documents and expenses
with a Soccoro, NM crash.
He was informed that, because of his
special abilities, he was being assigned to Majestic-12 (code name
Majic12). As part of his duties, he would be assigned to the 1st
Special Forces Air Command, and would undergo special training with
Delta Force and then the Black Berets.
Wilson comments about that period. "I looked at these fellows I was
to train with. Every one was a trained killer and assassin. But it
still didn't prepare me for the MIB [Men In Black],
[private security firm operatives with government covert projects
contracts.] And all the Black Ops that exist deep within our
This was when I was told that I would cease to exist."
Major Wilson was informed that his job was so secret, that stops
would be placed on all his records and whereabouts, and that they
would be moved to Majestic-12. He was told that his telepathic
ability was needed for something very special, and that he would be
on a "need to know" basis, at least until he had a high enough
"It made me feel very special, and inflated my ego
about 100%. Little did I know at the time that I would be involved
in one of the most dastardly and heinous coverups the world has ever
known. To think about it even today, makes me sick to my
stomach.....but at that time in my life, I felt I was serving my
country. I knew nothing of the greed and power of a few men, who
were later to be known as MAJI [the top executives of Majestic-12]."
For the next nine years, Major Wilson traveled to nearly every Air
Force base in the world, meeting and making contacts with key people
Finally, in the summer of 1972, he was assigned to the
1st Special Forces Air Command, Vandenburg Air Force Base. He was
planning on getting some rest and relaxation there. He had just put
all his gear away nicely, his B-4 travel bag finally empty and
hanging in the closet. No sooner had he finished unpacking than a
man looking like a refugee from a war camp sauntered into his room.
The man flashed CIA identification and told the Major that he needed
to pack his bag, that there was a plane waiting, and that they would
be leaving in 20 minutes. True to his word, in 20 minutes the plane
was taxiing to a take-off.
Major Wilson knew better than to ask where they were going, but by
observation of the compass heading and the terrain, he knew they
were over Nevada. The plane circled and set down on a dry lake bed.
Later he learned it was Papoose Dry Lake [S-4], deep within the
Nellis Air Force Range in central Nevada. Even up close, the
mountains and terrain looked barren.
They walked about 300 yards to
a rock outcropping. On the other side, nestled between some large
rocks, was an iron door with no handle. The scruffy-looking CIA man
somehow opened the door. They went inside and down a tunnel. At the
end of the passageway, Wilson glanced around quickly.
marvels at the size of the structure.
"I could swear that the whole
damned mountain was hollow. Right down the middle was a runway, and
at the end huge doors, that I later found could be opened to allow a
plane to take off right out of the mountain."
The CIA man and he proceeded to an elevator without saying a word.
The CIA agent punched an unmarked button. Wilson does not know how
many floors they went down, because the elevator moved with
lightning speed. It descended so fast that he almost lost his
dinner. He was ushered out of the elevator and into an office down
the hall to meet the Full Colonel in charge. He saluted and sized up
the tall angular officer standing in front of him.
beady eyes had a mean look, which was matched by his cold and harsh
The Colonel informed Wilson of his duties, as well as the plane
schedules in and out of Nellis Air Force Base Headquarters, Las
Vegas, the closest acknowledged military facility. The Colonel also
told Wilson how to get there through the secret underground
high-tech tunnel- shuttle system connecting this installation with
Nellis. Wilson was also warned that anything he saw was Top Secret,
and that if he so much as breathed wrong, or opened his mouth about
anything he saw, it would be his last breath.
Wilson noted soberly,
"I believed him."
Major Wilson had begun his duties at the Papoose Lake installation,
still not knowing what existed 30 stories farther down. He had been
well indoctrinated in Top Secret work and knew all the consequences
of keeping the nation's most guarded secrets. The past six years had
been slow and boring, he recalls, and other than what he saw at
Wright-Patterson AFB, he felt that he was in a vacuum going nowhere.
He was sitting in his office at S-4 mulling this over one morning,
when a Lieutenant Colonel Bennett came in. He asked Wilson if he was
busy, ("Like he gave a damn," Wilson recalls), and said "Let's go."
Wilson followed the Lieutenant Colonel, and they eventually wound up
two stories down at the super- secret "S-4" UFO technology area. As
they came out on a landing there, Wilson saw eight different kinds
of UFOs! There were intellectual-looking people all over the area,
whom he guessed were scientists.
He glanced at Bennett, who cut off
his implied question with a curt "Forget it." The Colonel and the
Major went into a cubicle where there were about twenty officers and
civilians sitting around. Wilson was startled, when a woman came in
who was at least eight feet tall. There was not an ounce of excess
fat on her body, he recalls. She wore a strange- looking jump suit,
which had a "HI" pattern on the right side above the breast line.
this day Wilson recollects the details of this striking encounter.
"The woman had finely-chiseled features. Her blonde hair cascaded
neatly past her shoulders. Her eyes were the bluest blue I'd ever
seen. Somehow she was different. Little did I know then, how
different! She sat a large crystal on the table, and without
warning, her fingers began to glow as she ran them over this
A 3-D hologram began to form above it! I looked around the
room and everyone's mouth was hanging open, and suddenly I noticed
mine was, too. Little did I realize that at that moment my life
would forever be changed. My past teachings slipped from me as I
stared. My whole concept of life did a 180-degree turn, as I watched
the Hologram, complete with sound, unfold the mysteries of the past
and the present, and of other worlds."
Colonel Wilson related that among the scenes, which the female
extraterrestrial's crystal hologram displayed for the assembled
group, was the history of the Earth and of extraterrestrial
involvement with it.
That involvement included fashioning the
consciousness of Jesus and sending him to live among Earthlings to
point to a better way to understand life and to live. The
extraterrestrial woman also showed the officers and scientists
scenes from inhabited planets of other star systems.
Wilson was transformed by this experience.
"When it was over, I knew
that, whatever part I was to play in all of this, my life as I knew
it had ended forever."
He would go on to become appointed executive officer of Project
Created in the final days of December, 1980, Project Pounce
is an elite group of Air Force Black Berets and military scientists
who rush to the scene of any UFO crashes, cordon off the area,
retrieve the extraterrestrial spacecraft and any occupants, then
"sanitize" the crash site back to its pre-crash appearance, and
intimidate any outside witnesses into silence.
Eventually rising to the rank of Colonel, and receiving a Ultra Top
Secret, Cosmic Q, level-27 security clearance, Wilson learned much
about the inner workings of the Majestic-12 agency. Wilson's
UFO-secrecy duties included interacting with covert " MIB"
enforcement goons from the Wackenhut private security firm on
contract to MJ-12.
Wilson came to despise the "Whack"-enhut killers.
The Colonel learned about secret space warfare operations, conducted
by military astronauts trained at a covert Air Force Special
Academy. He found out that these military astronauts fly
U.S.-manufactured antigravity aerospace craft, such as the two-man
Lockheed X-22A disc, out of Vandenberg and Beale Air Force Bases in
California up into space.
These military astronauts then interdict
UFOs deemed "unfriendly", and fire Star Wars weapons to disable or
Colonel Wilson even came to know some things about the top command
of MAJI, including the identity of two of its executive board
members, Chairman Henry Kissinger and advisory scientist Edward
Teller, both of whom hold the top-most Level 33 security clearances
[not unlike the B:.B:. 33° security clearance -B:.B:.] He eventually
learned enough about their avarice and hunger for power to sicken
He discovered that the MAJI were,
"so powerful that they acted
as though they were above the President, and the laws of nature and
To his distress Wilson found out later that they were to
be known as the New World Order.
Finally sickening of the unconstitutional and unethical activities
of the Majestic-12 agency, and of his involvement in "one of the
most dastardly and heinous coverups the world has ever known",
Wilson got out. At retirement, after 40 years in the Air Force, Lt.
Colonel Wilson was Flight Commander of the First Special Forces Air
Command, Vandenburg Air Force Base.
His decorations include: the Air
Force Distinguished Service Medal, the Silver Star, two Air Force
Distinguished Flying Crosses, two Purple Hearts, the Joint Services
Commendation Medal, the Air Force Commendation Medal, the USAF Good
Conduct Medal and the National Defense Service Medal.
After musing for 15 years, he decided to risk his life and tell all.
The means he used is the global communication tool of the Internet.
His torrent of disclosures of sensitive information has been placed
on the Skywatch webpage. He was a frequent communicator on the UFO
information newsgroup [sic] he founded.
After years of military and intelligence career-building by playing
by the rules, Lt. Colonel in retirement displayed the highest
patriotism of all, whistle-blowing on the corrupt MJ-12 parallel
Now stricken with cancer, Steve Wilson assesses the
price of his years in the "Black World" of the UFO Cover-Up.
no feelings, truthfully. My association with MAJI has left me dead
inside. I feel myself still cold and calculating. I never let anyone
get close to me. I feel like a human robot. I have killed
mercilessly and lied for the good of the country, or so I believed
at the time."
His final comments cryptically hint at what everyone will soon know
about extraterrestrial visitation, and the profound changes society
will make as a consequence.
"The things I have seen are beyond
human understanding and totally unbelievable. I only have a desire
to help humanity somehow through what is bound to come soon."