14 - Sideways in Time
You are driving along a deserted highway late at night when suddenly
you see a flash of light in the sky ahead. The light draws nearer
and a peculiar feeling overtakes you: a kind of tingling sensation.
Your car radio, which is turned off, begins to emit a loud beeping
like Morse code. Your headlights dim and then your engine sputters
and stalls. You coast to the side of the road, overcome by a great
wave of sheer terror.
Suddenly it is morning. You wake up in your own bed with absolutely
no memory of having driven home, undressing, and retiring. When you
try to recall the night before, it all seems hazy and unreal. Maybe
it was all a dream, you tell yourself. But you feel exhausted, as if
you had been on a drunken binge and your eyes are very sore. Within
a few days you have forgotten the whole incident, if it was a real
incident, but occasionally you wake up at night sweating profusely
from a recurrent nightmare. You dream that you are in some kind of
hospital operating room with strange figures gathered around your
Thousands of people have shared this kind of experience in recent
years. It may have happened to your next-door neighbor even though
he or she has never mentioned it to you ... or to anyone else. Such
people are “silent contactees.“
Others traveling that same highway may have seen that same light and
even reported it to the local police or newspapers. But the silent
contactee remains uncertain of the reality of it all and keeps
For every publicly known contactee like Woodrow Derenberger there
are thousands of silent ones. Some later manage to recall fragments
of what happened and then their mind plays tricks and colors what
they can remember with false details ...
confabulations. The terror they felt becomes linked with awesome
monsters and apparitions. The operating room becomes a chamber on a
Like all the other things discussed here, this is not a new
phenomenon. Black magicians, witch doctors, arid shamans of other
ages evolved explanations as fanciful as those of modern UFO buffs.
They thought spirits kidnapped humans and somehow dismantled their
bodies and reconstructed them, or even created an exact duplicate in
some fashion. The changeling concept in religious and occult lore is
a variation of this.
Small children are supposedly whisked away and
substituted with bodies that look just like them but are really
programmed in an entirely different way.
A person who consorted with the devil supposedly had a mark
somewhere on his flesh as a souvenir of the experience. A modern UFO
contactee develops these “devil’s marks,” sometimes in the form of a
wart or boil, sometimes a rash or blotch that looks like a
birthmark. In occult lore, pains in the stomach or solar plexus
occur during the experience, just as UFO contactee Mrs. Barney Hill
thought the spacemen were probing her stomach with a long needle.
Blood is drawn from the chin, neck, or the tips of the fingers and
the affected areas remain sore for several days afterward. A number
of contactees have had a reddish mark on the side of their neck,
just below the ear, and recalled that an entity had touched them
there causing them to pass out. A few contactees have claimed that
the entities simply scraped their arms with some kind of instrument
and apparently removed a few cells “for study.” Actually each cell
of your body contains the elaborate memory system called the genetic
If someone wanted to construct a duplicate of you, and had the
necessary technology, they would need only a cell or two from your
body. Or a sample of your blood might do it.
It is, of course, really impossible to tell what is actually going
on from these
meager clues. The memory of the contactees is unreliable; the
deliberately sets up false trails and creates manifestations
designed to support
the beliefs of false frames of reference. By drawing blood
few people who let their stories be known, they establish an
explanation for the
thousand of dead animals who have their blood drained during flap
periods. We blame the devil, vampires, or space people.
Nothing in the paranormal world is as it seems.
Let us examine three different cases of UFO contact, each belonging
to a different category, but all probably caused by the same cosmic
The first is the story of Eugenio Siragusa, the Italian contactee
who is the center of a growing cult.
(1) I have chosen him rather
whimsically because we share the same birth date. He was born on
March 25, 1919. I was born on March 25, 1930.
 C.E.J.F.C., 12, me des Bossons, 1213 ONEX, Geneva, Switzerland.
Here’s a summary of
his story in his own words.
I was 33 years old ... and for the requirements of my job, I was up
very early that morning. Having arrived at the “Martyrs Square,” I
was waiting for the bus as usual when suddenly, I spotted in the
sky, a kind of luminous object of a white mercurial color, which
zigzagged very rapidly. This luminosity continued to intensify; it
approached and I saw an object similar to a spinning top which
stopped above me. I admit that I was petrified. What could this
A wave of thoughts flowed into my mind when suddenly, a
brilliant ray left the object and struck me, it pierced me
completely, while an indescribable serenity flowed into me. Upon
that all my fear left me and a moment later, the brilliant ray
became thinner and disappeared, as if absorbed by the machine, just
like the spot on a television set when it is turned off. As the ray
disappeared, this object, which I later understood to be one of
these “flying saucers,” began to move and left an arc in the sky
When I pulled myself together, I rapidly discovered more and more
that something extraordinary had happened to me: a sort of
re-dimension of my personality, my voice even changed to a gentle
Ever since then an inner voice has begun to instruct me on geology
and cosmology; it opened my mind to the mysteries of Creation and of
my former lives. This re-dimension of my existence was possible
thanks to continued ESP contacts which were established between
certain Extraterrestrials and myself. This extrasensory perception
was continually developing within me; it lasted 11 long years before
I could actually, physically meet my extraterrestrial instructors.
One day, at last I had my first meeting with them.
Here is briefly
how these events unfolded:
One night, in 1962, I suddenly felt the need to go on the Etna
which overlooks Catalina). I got into my car and drove off. On my
way I had the
distinct sensation that instead of it being me, it was the car which
by a superior force. As I was winding up the mountain, I approached
at an altitude of 1370 meters.
After having stopped my car on the
side of the
road, I continued by foot along a path which led up to an extinct
crater. I had
gone up half way on this steep path when I suddenly saw on top of
the hill, in
the darkness, two silhouettes standing out in the moonlight with
They were tall, well built, with blond hair which fell
shoulders. They wore brilliant armlets around their wrists and
ankles which had
the color of gold; they also wore a luminous belt around their
strange metallic plate on their chests. When I saw them, my blood
felt a cold sweat flow out of me. I had hoped for this moment for
but as the spot was isolated, the nocturnal obscurity and sudden
not situations which would give me courage.
One of the
directed a green light towards me, which was projected by an object
he had in
his hand. Instantly a strange sensation calmed me and gave me an
serenity; my heart which in the beginning seemed to explode in my
itself to throb regularly. Looking at their two faces enlightened by
could admire their soft features and their austere and serene look.
Suddenly, one of them spoke to me in Italian: “We have been waiting
for you,” he
told me. “Record in your memory what we are going to tell you”; they
message to send to the governors and the responsible of the earth.
message there was the “reprimanding” warning to all those
responsible, to stop
the atomic explosions as well as to grant humanity the well-being of
progress, but with Justice, Freedom, Love and Fraternity.
meeting, we had several conversations during other meetings; I was
they are part of an Inter-Galactic Confederation, to which adhere
inhabitants of many planets. They are the tutors of human kind,
planet. We should consider them as thus like big brothers who are
about the bad turning we have taken, making us risk to bring the use
They come all this way to us to warn us in time of the
are heading into, because the Cosmic Counsel condemns the people of
their inhuman behavior: the people to which the truth is hidden, are
lies; shameful crimes are considered acts of heroism; violence
necessity; racial hatred appears as a normal
thing to our civilization; religion has been deformed and brought to
Then one day, on a stern tone and with deep sadness in their voices,
they told me:
“A highly evolved humanity sends to you astronauts and
missionaries from a distance of several light years to enlighten you
on the nature of your existence, but Instead of being thankful for
their efforts, you ignore them and mock all the teachings they bring
to you; know that an evolution which has failed is a planetarian
catastrophe, and this will be the inevitable consequences of your
They then added:
“In a past life, everyone of you has worked
towards the establishment of the civilization which exists today;
you have all collaborated in participating in the development of
humanity. Understand that you are preparing yourselves today! As
tutors of your kind, we can do nothing else but condemn your acts;
know this: you are rigorously supervised by a superior race who will
never permit you to come to the disaster of a ‘nuclear war.’“
Mr. Siragusa was
reprogrammed in the classic manner of all fanatics,
and he has been used to disseminate propaganda couched in terms
understandable and acceptable to us.
The messages include references
to reincarnation, politics, and religion, but not within the loftier
intellectual framework of some alien “superior culture.” Instead of
telling us things we do not know, they tell us the things we want to
hear and believe. Our own fear of nuclear annihilation was epidemic
in the 1950s and early 1960s. So many of the UFO messages of the
period were stern warnings about our misuse of atomic energy.
own paranoia subsided, so did these threats from outer space.
The most widely publicized UFO contact of October 1973 was also the
least important. Two fishermen in Pascagoula, Mississippi, suffered
a rather routine hallucination which hurled them onto national
television and attracted the attention of UFO-philes, crackpots, and
The case has been so widely discussed that I will just
summarize it very briefly here.
“It is my opinion that he told the truth when he stated that he
believes he saw a spaceship, that he was taken into the spaceship,
and that he saw three creatures,” Scott Glasgow, a New Orleans
polygraph (lie detector) specialist declared after examining Charles
Hickson in October 1973.
Dr. J. Allen Hynek, an astronomer, also
interviewed Hickson and his friend Calvin Parker.
“There is no question in my mind that these men have had a
terrifying experience,” Hynek stated. “Under no circumstances should
they be ridiculed. Let’s protect these men.“
Hickson, forty-two, and Parker, eighteen, would need all the
The two men had been fishing from a pier on the Pascagoula River
when at 8 P.M. on October 11, 1973, they heard a loud pulsing,
humming sound. Then they saw a brilliant flickering blue light
moving over the water toward them.
Both men became paralyzed.
“I felt immobilized,” Hickson said later.
“I couldn’t move. But I know I was scared to death.“
As the light drew closer it took on an egg-shaped appearance. Young
Parker lost consciousness, fainting dead away, so the two-witness
sighting now became a one-witness event. Hickson said two
five-foot-tall beings came out of the object. They were grayish with
wrinkled skin, no necks, pointed ears, and crablike claws. They
picked up the two men (“It was like just floating in the air”) and
carried them into the object where “a big eye,” somewhere between
the size of a large softball and a basketball, moved over their
bodies, apparently studying them. Then they were deposited back on
the river pier to the exact spot where they had been picked up.
When the light withdrew, the two men came to their senses and ran in
terror to the local sheriff’s office. Following their experience,
Hickson and Parker suffered blinding headaches.
“At first, those
dreams I had was awful,” Charlie Hickson told NBC News reporter
Ralph Blum, “and the headaches was so bad—like a pressure on my
The day after the incident a small wound opened up on Hickson’s arm
and bled profusely for a few hours. Then it closed just as
mysteriously as it had come.
The pier from which the men were fishing was under surveillance by a
TV system at a naval installation across the river. The men
monitoring the system saw nothing unusual that night. They were also
in full view of a nearby drawbridge, and the toll-booths for a
neighboring highway. The men manning those positions did not see
anything unusual on the river. They saw no lights; additional proof
that the episode was hallucinatory.
Ralph Blum learned another interesting fact when he asked Hickson
why he was not carrying a watch.
“Never could. People said I had
electricity,” Hickson explained.
“To give you an example, before I
went into service, I tried two or three wrist watches. But they
wouldn’t keep time on me. They’d either lose time, or gain time. Or
they’d just stop. ... I never did find one that would keep correct
time. I even tried Elgins, these railroad pocket watches? And they
don’t keep correct time. So I don’t tote a watch.“
Obviously Mr. Hickson’s physical makeup includes some unknown but
not unheard of force which interferes with watches. He could be
surrounded by that special energy field or aura which attracts
UFO-type phenomena. Calvin Parker was just unfortunate enough to be
present when the phenomenon zeroed in on Hickson. Since the light
was not operating on his alpha wave frequency, Parker wasn’t
entranced ... he was knocked unconscious. Hickson entered a
hypnoticlike trance and hallucinated.
Besides all the press attention, crank phone calls, and attending
nonsense, Calvin Parker suffered a nervous breakdown. Yet, despite
the uproar in Pascagoula, the men were never properly investigated
by qualified persons ...
aside from the air force. A hydraulic engineer from Berkeley visited
them, hypnotized them, and when they began to relive their terrible
fear he cut the session short. Afterward he soberly informed
reporters that he was certain the men had been examined by “robots
from outer space.“
The air force investigation was another story. Deputy Tom Huntley
accompanied the two men to the Keesler Air Force Base.
“When we got
there it was something amazing,” Huntley told Ralph Blum afterward.
“We were in an unmarked car but the guards were expecting us and
Waved us through the moment I said who we was.
looked back through my rear-view mirror, and damn if two cars full
of air police
hadn’t fallen in behind us. They had more air police stationed at
all along the road. We pulled up in this concrete area behind a
building The police had halted all traffic. Doctors were waiting,
and man, they looked like space creatures—all wrapped in white and
masked and gloved. They went over Charlie and Calvin from head to
toe. They ran a radioactive check. They swabbed between the boys’
fingers, along the tops of their shoes, even under the heels. Then
they put each swab into a little bottle and labeled each bottle.“
It was clear the air force doctors knew what they were doing and had
probably done it many times before. After the examination was
completed, Huntley, Hickson, and Parker were escorted to another
“It was something,” Huntley said. “Armed air police at each door and
all along the route! Four of ‘em in the conference room! And the
brass—colonels, majors—the whole base command must have been there.
And a heap of doctors.“
The men were closely interrogated for several minutes. Some of the
questions asked were identical to the questions I asked in my own
interviews. Questions about diet (some contactees seem to favor a
high starch diet), marks or punctures, on their bodies, family
The intriguing part of this is the extensive security measures
taken. It sounds as if the whole base had been put on alert for the
occasion, and the two contactees were so closely guarded during
their visit that it seems as if the air force expected them to blow
up the base. To me, this Keesler Air Force Base investigation “was
far more interesting than the UFO contact itself.
Perhaps someone in the air force had read my 1967-68 articles in
Review advising investigators to “find out what they had for
Woodrow Derenberger regarded the ufonauts as “time travelers.” He
noted some interesting distortions of time during his jaunts to the
far-off galaxy of Ganymede (actually Ganymede is the name of one of
When he went off on a trip with
Indrid Cold, a
trip that seemed to take hours or days, he always found on his
return that only a few hours of earth time had passed. He rejected
the notion that he may have hallucinated his interstellar voyages,
so time-traveling was the only answer acceptable to him.
In many of the cases outlined here I have pointed out the entities’
obsession with time. Their behavior as described by various
witnesses further suggests their problems in adjusting to our time
frame. For example, their rapid-fire unintelligible “language” noted
by witnesses all over the world as sounding like “a speeded up
phonograph record” could be caused by their failure to adjust to our
time cycle when they enter, our space-time-continuum. They are
talking at a faster rate because their time is different from ours.
When they manage to adjust, they have to forcibly slow themselves
down, articulating their words slowly, in a singsong manner. For
high-speed radio transmissions we record signals at a normal speed,
then broadcast the tape at a very high speed. The receiver records
it at the same high speed and then slows the tape down again to play
it back. Our entities are like those radio receivers, playing back
the message at slow speeds until they hit upon a speed we can
The entities also foul up in other ways. They arrive in clothes that
are out of style, or not yet in style. Their vehicles are out of
date. If they use slang, they might come up with archaic terms like
“twenty-three Skidoo” or “hubba hubba.” The poor bastards not only
fail to understand who or what they are, but also where they are or
what time period they’re in. Some of these mistakes seem intentional
and have some allegorical purpose. But others seem to be just...
This brings us to one of the most puzzling contact stories in my
At 1:15 A.M. on the morning of Sunday, December 10, 1967, a young
student from Adelphi, Maryland, was driving home alone outside of
D.C. As he was crossing the then-partially completed cutoff on
Interstate 70, leading from Route 40 to Route 29, he saw a large
object on the road directly ahead. At first he thought it was a
tractor-trailer jackknifed across the road. Then he realized it was
a bone-white reflective object shaped like an egg and standing on
As he pulled to a stop a few feet from the object he
could make out two figures standing next to the thing. Their
appearance terrified him.
One of the men walked to his car with a broad grin on his face. He
was about five feet ten, wore light blue coveralls, thick-soled
boots or shoes, and he had a ruddy or suntanned complexion with
large eyes “like thyroid eyes.”
The grin remained fixed on his face
throughout the episode.
“Do not be afraid of me,” he said several times in an audible voice.
His name, he said, was
Vadig. He spoke with Tom, the witness, for
several minutes, asking ordinary questions about where he was from,
where he was going, what he did, etc.
Finally he said pointedly,
“I’ll see you in time,” and walked back
to the object.
A small door opened and a metal ladder folded down. A
hand reached out and helped Vadig aboard, then the thing rose
silently into the air and disappeared. Tom told his three roommates
about the encounter, but they didn’t take him seriously so he didn’t
mention it to anyone else.
Tom was working his way through school by serving as a waiter
part-time in a chain of restaurants in the D.C. area He had not
mentioned this to Vadig. But one Sunday night in early February
1968, Vadig entered the restaurant where he was working and sat at
one of his tables.
Vadig was now wearing a conventional suit with a
black outer coat.
“Do you remember me?” Vadig asked.
“I sure do.” Tom answered, very surprised. They exchanged a few
words and Tom brought him a cup of coffee.
“My presence here would be detrimental to the family trade,” Vadig
said at one point with a chuckle.
He asked Tom if he would be willing to meet with him the following
Sunday. Tom agreed and Vadig left the restaurant.
“I’ll see you in time,” he promised.
After work the next Sunday, a waitress drove Tom home and dropped
him off. As she pulled away, a big black car with its lights out
glided from the shadows and halted at the curb. Mr. Vadig called out
to Tom. Another man was in the car. Tom later recalled only that he
wore a gray coat, had black hair, and never spoke.
Tom got into the
“It was a very old Buick,” he reported. “But it was very well kept.
It looked brand-new. It even smelled brand-new.“
They drove for about thirty minutes to a remote spot on a back road
in Maryland. When Tom got out of the car he was astonished to see
the egg-shaped object waiting for them. He was put into a circular
room containing nothing but a couple of bucket seats and a gray TV
screen. Vadig and his companion disappeared into another part of the
After a few minutes the TV screen came alive, the object shuddered,
and Tom watched the image of the earth receding to a tiny speck on
the screen. Three or four hours passed. He was still dressed in his
waiter’s uniform and did not have a watch. But it seemed like hours
before another planet appeared on the screen, grew larger, and then
the craft landed with a thump.
The young waiter found himself in a place not too unlike the earth.
He and Vadig
got into a wheelless vehicle that traveled along a kind of trough.
“This is Lanulos,” Vadig announced with pride in his voice.
He repeated the name several times so it would stick in Tom’s
Their vehicle traveled through a large city with low, flat buildings
and signs written in some kind of Oriental-looking characters. The
people, male and female, were all nude.
“There were some real lookers there, too,” Tom commented.
After the tour, they returned to the egg-shaped craft and took off
again. Tom sat alone in the same circular room watching the
television screen for hours. Finally they arrived back on earth at
the same place from which they had left.
Tom, Vadig, and the silent
man returned to the old Buick and drove for about thirty minutes
until they reached his apartment house.
“I’ll see you in time,” Vadig declared, then the car drove off.
Tom ran into his apartment, determined to wake up his roommates and
tell them of his adventure. He found they were sitting up, waiting
for him. But what amazed him most was the clock on the wall. The
waitress had dropped him off around midnight. Now it was only 1:30
A.M. The whole trip, including the thirty-minute rides to and from
the UFO, had taken less than two hours!
His excitement and bewilderment were real and his roommates took him
seriously this time.
A month later, Woodrow Derenberger visited Washington and appeared
on a number of talk shows. Tom was sleeping when one of his
roommates burst into his bedroom exclaiming,
“Tom, there’s a guy on
the radio talking about Lanulos!“
All four were flabbergasted to hear Woody describe experiences very
similar to Tom’s. They called the radio station and spoke to him
after the program.
By sheer coincidence, I was in Washington at the time and agreed to
go with Woody when he interviewed the young man. But I sternly
warned Derenberger and his wife not to ask any leading questions.
Naturally, I suspected the whole thing was some kind of put-on.
Either Tom and Woody were in cahoots, or Tom, who was a psychology
major, was working on a paper about the gullible UFO buffs, I
It quickly became apparent that Tom and his roommates were quite
sincere. They were too involved in their studies to read UFO
literature and, in any case, some of the details in Tom’s story
could not be found in any of the superficial UFO lore. I finally had
to conclude Tom was on the level. He was not looking for publicity
and I decided I would not write up his story.
However, Woody told others about him (I think even Woody was
surprised by such direct confirmation of his own experiences) and
some Washington UFO enthusiasts convinced Tom he should reveal his
adventure to the world. Two years later he lectured before a UFO
club and appeared on Long John’s radio program in New York. Since he
had chosen to come out publicly, I finally devoted a paragraph to
him in one of my books.
After the book was published, Tom wrote me
an angry letter.
Ever since those appearances ... I have been pestered and plagued by
a horde of
kooks. They call, write, stop to visit, etc. They drove me crazy.
Some of my
very close friends began to advise me of the dangers to my
reputation that these
types of individuals were posing. I decided to tell them all once
and for all
that I desired no more public contact. ... Although the experiences
I had were
completely true, I sometimes wish I had never revealed them to
anyone. The only
reason I made them known was because I thought I could help to
verify and help
uncover some of the mystery that shrouds the UFO phenomenon. ... I
kept my mouth shut like I had planned to when you first interviewed
Tom married a beautiful girl and she didn’t learn of his weird
meetings with Vadig until months after the ceremony. Like so many
others before him, myself included, he learned that the only thing
more bizarre than the phenomenon itself is the unruly mob of true
believers, cranks, and irresponsible self-styled investigators who
pursue the subject; moths attracted to the flame.
Charles Hickson and Calvin Parker in 1973, just as they had arrived
by the carload in Point Pleasant in 1967.