Christians, UFOs and Alien Abduction
February 05, 2013
In the mid 1970s, Tom Horn and his wife, Nita, were crossing the
Scholes Mountain on their way to Aloha, Oregon, to visit with Nita’s
mother, when suddenly, a brightly colored object moved erratically
across the sky and caught their attention.
At first, Tom thought it was a reflection on the windshield, the
sun, or something creating light echoes on the glass. Then, as he
watched, he realized he was seeing a solid, three-dimensional form.
The thing was silvery, very bright, and circular, as best he could
tell. It must have been at an altitude over fifteen thousand feet,
and it was doing things known aircraft cannot do - shooting around
at a phenomenal rate of speed, abruptly stopping, rocketing this
way, then that, with hard-angle turns.
He looked at Nita and
“Do you see that? What is that?”
It was the middle of the day, and she had seen it, too.
they were watching, it was bright enough that they had no problem
keeping it in view until they could stop the car. They got out and
observed the phenomenon for another thirty seconds to a minute
before it shot miles across the sky and stopped on a dime, then
abruptly zoomed upward out of sight at an incredible rate of speed.
“What in the world did we just see?” Tom asked.
Like him, Nita
didn’t have a clue. Spooky space effect in broad daylight? Top
secret experiment? Angel? Demon? No idea.
As they got back in the car and continued on their way, they decided
not to say anything to anybody.
“They’d think we were hallucinating,” they decided.
But the next morning, they were amazed to see Salem, Oregon’s top
newspaper, The Statesman Journal, featuring a front-page article
about how hundreds of people from across Washington and Oregon had
seen a “UFO” the day before.
As it turns out, Tom and Nita are not the only Christians to have
seen an Unidentified Flying Object. What follows are the testimonies
of three other well-known and respected Bible teachers. We begin
with the executive director of the popular Christian television
program Prophecy in the News.
Gary Stearman’s story is additionally
important due to his family’s background in aircraft, plus Gary’s
personal experience as an experienced pilot of many air hours.
(The Stearman family’s Model 75 “Kaydet” was so popular during World War
II that it was made the primary trainer aircraft for the US
military. In 1934, Boeing purchased Stearman Aircraft and turned it
into a subsidiary, and in 1989, Lloyd Stearman, the family member
who started the Stearman Aircraft Corporation in 1927, was inducted
into the National Aviation Hall of Fame in Dayton, Ohio.)
Gary gave us permission to publish his story just as he told it in
Gary Stearman: The Story I Never Told…Until Now
The following is a story that I’ve never publicly related.
for a handful of people I’ve told over the last four decades, it has
been my secret. Nevertheless, it is a true story that played a large
role in the development of my thinking. Ultimately, it caused me to
come to a deep belief in the absolute veracity of Scripture.
relate the experience, I’m delivering a personal testimony,
accompanied by a deep desire to sound a warning and to issue a
challenge to Christians everywhere.
As a Bible-believing Christian, I hold to the conviction that the
Tribulation period lies in our near future. According to prophecy,
this time will be heralded by the release of dark spiritual forces,
posing as saviors of planet Earth. Soon, the restraining effect of
God’s Spirit will be lifted from this planet and hell, itself, will
be released to torment mankind.
When the Age of the Church comes to an end, these forces will
convince many that they are presenting the super-scientific solution
to man’s problems. Instead, they will enthrall a gullible mankind
into bondage and spiritual deceit. “Aliens from outer space,” is
their camouflage in our present age.
Their current message to mankind is,
“Let us help you overcome your
warlike, polluting ways, and build a bridge to future peace.”
message is the oldest lie on earth, spawned by their chief
scientist/sociologist, Satan. As long as we remain here, Christians
must endeavor to expose these dark spirits for what they really are.
Now to the Story.
As part of an aviation-oriented family, I was literally raised
around airplanes from my earliest childhood. I was an airport brat
when my father managed an airport. I determined to get my pilot’s
license at the earliest possible date…which I did as a teenager. I’m
telling you this just to illustrate that flying has always been a
big part of my life.
Stearman Aviation was known for having produced aircraft from the
late 1920s through the 1940s, ending with the famous Model 75 Kaydet,
which was the basic trainer for most of the pilots in World War Two.
Over 8,500 of them were built, of which about 3,500 remain to this
day. My father, uncles and cousins all felt the push toward flying
and aeronautical engineering.
So did I, until in the midst of my
college years, I discovered that I was more interested in writing
After graduation, with degrees in English and Psychology, as well as
minors in descriptive linguistics, radio and television writing and
literary analysis, I went to work, first for Beech Aircraft
Corporation in commercial publications, then for Cessna Aircraft
Corporation in the Merchandising and Marketing division. At both
enterprises, my job was to write corporate publications and sales
One of my tasks was to supply Cessna dealers across the United
States with point-of-sale materials, such as brochures, product
information, banners, posters, and films. This would include
everything the local aircraft dealer would need to make a sale.
After producing these products, we would personally deliver them by
air in time for company representatives to put on sales meetings
that introduced the new models.
It was midsummer in the late 1960s in Wichita, Kansas, and I
prepared to take off from the delivery center airfield at Cessna
Aircraft to make such a routine trip.
On a Saturday afternoon,
several of us in the Merchandising Division had spent time loading
about a thousand pounds of displays into a brand-new Cessna 207
(rigged for cargo) preparatory to delivering it to a Texas dealer.
The next day - Sunday morning - I departed for my first stop, Love
Field in Dallas, Texas, about 330 miles south. The trip took a
normal and uneventful two hours. I arrived at the Cessna dealership
late in the morning, where the dealer and I unloaded about half the
materials I had brought for the meetings. We discussed his upcoming
meeting over lunch.
Then, a little after noon, I departed Love Field
and headed west toward Lubbock, Texas, where I was to meet another
Cessna dealer and unload the other half of the supplies for him.
This leg of my flight, I thought, would be as ordinary as the first.
Climbing to a cruise altitude of 6,500 feet, and leveling off, I
relaxed, expecting a 300-mile trip of about an hour and forty-five
minutes. Routinely monitoring my nav-com and right on schedule, I
was (as always) enjoying my flight. The air was smooth and cool.
Then, without warning, a low-voltage warning flashed on my
My first reaction was simple annoyance: This had started as a
perfect flight, but now I had to manage a failure. I was somewhat
disgusted; this was after all, a brand-new airplane.
I noted that
the electrical system voltage was steadily dropping and after trying
every alternative and discovering that there was no cure, I took one
last reading on my heading and position, then shut down the entire
electrical system. On an airplane, you can do that, because the
engine has its own separate ignition system.
I believed that by doing this, I could save battery power till I got
to Lubbock, then turn it back on in time to call the tower and make
my landing. Again, I settled down, expecting the remaining hour to
be uneventful. How wrong I was!
At this point, I would remind you that all electrical power was shut
down, including of course, the radios. Yet, at that moment, I heard
a crisp, clear voice that sounded just like a tour guide.
“If you look to your left, you’ll see a UFO.”
My instant reaction
“Now, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not gonna
look to my left!”
And I didn’t. Facing forward, I set my jaw and determined to
continue as before.
But then it hit me: Although the radios were off, I had heard a
clear voice. It was then that I decided for sure I was not going to
look to my left!
Then, for the second time, loudly and clearly, the voice said (and I
really couldn’t tell where it was coming from), “If you look to your
left, you’ll see a UFO.” Its intonation sounded just like a tour
guide, and I laughed out loud. Then, curiosity finally got the best
of me and I couldn’t stop myself from looking to my left.
And there, slightly below my altitude, and a mile or two away, was a
bright light. I watched it for a good while. It was matching my
speed and direction. As we continued for a few minutes, it appeared
to be slowly drawing closer to me.
It occurred to me that if we were
both homing in on Lubbock radio, we would be on converging courses.
I then decided that this thing that I thought was a “UFO” was really
an Air Force airplane (a Cessna T-41), which I knew they were using
for basic training at Lubbock. This was no UFO after all…it was a
silver-winged T-41, gleaming in the sunlight. Mystery solved!
We flew on together for a few minutes more, still on merging
courses, drawing ever closer to each other.
It looked like we’d get
to Lubbock at about the same time. Then, something startling
happened. We both flew under a high, solid cloud deck that was a few
thousand feet above us. Now, at virtually the same moment, we had
both flown into shadow. But amazingly, the light that came from this
mystery aircraft was as bright as it had been in the sun. It was
generating its own light! It was brilliant!
Suddenly, I believed the
voice I’d heard fifteen minutes ago. It was a UFO!
Now, the moment I had this thought, the bright ship reacted by
flying quickly sideways toward me, covering about a mile in less
than two seconds! What had earlier registered in my mind as a T-41
was now a circular aluminum craft… at least it looked like polished
aluminum! It was about a hundred feet in diameter and maybe fifteen
It was shaped like an upside-down Reese’s Peanut Butter
Cup… even to the detail of being corrugated around the outside,
though its corrugations weren’t as deep as those on the traditional
peanut butter cup. As it approached, I had seen its top because it
was a little below me. It had a gleaming center spot and bright
radial lines that went like pie slices to its edge.
Its corrugations were spaced about three feet apart. And here it
was, flying with me in close formation about seventy-five feet off
my left wing.
Then, as unbelievable as it may sound, I felt
something like waves of energy coming off this thing. I felt like I
was being “probed” or “scanned”… that it literally knew what I was
thinking! And I wasn’t at all bothered by this. Quite the opposite,
I felt an elation I’ve never experienced, either before or since.
I felt as though something terrifically good and beneficial was
happening to me, something on the order of a rescue. Remember, I had
entered into this situation with an electrical emergency.
I was magnetically drawn to this beautiful machine…if one can call
it a machine. For several minutes, we flew along together. But as I
looked, I wanted to get closer to it, to see how it was built. So I
nudged the controls, causing my plane to slip stealthily closer to
this thing…seventy feet…sixty-five feet…sixty feet…and I felt a
magnificent connection with the giant ship… as though it was
concerned about my condition.
I perceived it as a gracious
benefactor, though at the moment, I didn’t connect its actions with
my electrical failure.
Fifty-five feet… fifty feet… As I slowly drew closer and closer, I
was looking for clues as to how it was built. Did it have rivets or
seams? I could see none. It looked like one solid piece of material.
Forty-five feet…and then I felt this thing alarmed by my intentions.
It didn’t want me to get too close.
In an instant, and with blinding speed, it zoomed back to its
original position, about a mile off my left wingtip. It astonished
me by banking to the right in order to turn left…exactly the
opposite of the way an airplane flies. Now, in the distance, it
still gleamed with a luminous silver light, and once again, flew
along with me as we both headed for Lubbock, which was now less than
twenty miles away! It seemed that we had covered what should have
been an hour’s flight in about ten minutes!
And here, the time had arrived to see whether my earlier strategy
I reactivated the electrical system, and yes, there was
enough battery power left to call Lubbock tower, and to deploy the
flaps for a landing, all of which turned out to be routine. Rolling
southward, I slowed and departed the runway in a left turn and
taxied up to the Cessna dealership.
And through my windshield, looking back toward the east, about ten
miles away, was the ship, still hovering in the distance, absolutely
still. After shutdown, I walked into the dealership in something of
a daze, where I met the dealer and mumbled something about having
seen a UFO on my way.
There was nothing subtle about his reply:
“I don’t believe in those
I quietly resolved that I would never mention this to
Furthermore, he was angry:
“You were supposed to be
here earlier! What happened?”
I told him about the electrical
failure and it somewhat calmed him down.
It didn’t occur to me until
years later that I had left Dallas just after noon on a trip that
should have taken less than two hours. Now, it was after six
o’clock…perhaps closer to seven. This man had waited on me all
afternoon…on a Sunday! But he was sympathetic after he heard about
Another thing didn’t register with me until years later: I had
refueled in Dallas, giving me enough fuel for four or five hours of
flying time at the very most. I had landed over six hours later, and
still had half my fuel left! But I just didn’t think about it; it
didn’t cross my mind that there was anything strange about this.
I had intended to fly back to Wichita that evening after dropping
off the rest of the load. But now, the airplane was in the shop with
electrical problems, and I was forced to stay overnight.
The next morning… bright and early… the dealer picked me up and we
headed for the airport to see what they had found wrong with my
aircraft. Needless to say, I was quite anxious to fix the problem
and head back home to Wichita and the factory. The shop foreman
approached us as we entered.
He was in an excited state as he almost
“You ain’t gonna believe what we found!”
And he proceeded to show us the brand new V-belt that had fallen off
the alternator drive and ended up in the bottom of the cowling.
There was not a mark on it. It was factory new. And the pulleys from
which it had escaped were still tensioned and safety wired. It was
impossible for the belt to have fallen off in this way. Five men,
including an FAA inspector, stood around marveling at the sight.
the very least, the belt should have been scarred. Most likely it
would have broken. But it was pristine, and what’s more, they had to
loosen the fittings to replace it. It couldn’t have fallen off the
Of course, my mind was racing in a different direction:
Why had the flying disc come alongside me at a
Had “they” actually caused that critical moment?
course, I didn’t utter a word about a UFO to any of those present on
that Monday morning. I would have been laughed out of the hangar!
And so, after re-installing the drive belt, test-running the engine
and discovering a healthy system voltage, it was pronounced
airworthy. I took off and headed for Wichita.
A little over two hours later, I landed, went back to the office and
essentially kept my mouth closed…to this day. Over the last 42
years, I’ve told maybe four or five people about the incident…more
or less swearing them to secrecy in the process.
I have many questions. Was the UFO good or evil? Was it from outer
space or inner space; perhaps another dimension? Was it angelic or
demonic? Did it cause the failure of my electrical system, or did
something else cause the calamity, and the UFO came to my aid? One
thing is certain: I felt that the UFO had good intentions; contact
with it had been both exhilarating and positive.
I was disappointed
when it stayed behind as I went on to land.
I must tell you that at that time, I had not yet given my life to
Christ. And I was more aware than most people of the entire UFO
phenomenon. This encounter, of course, had brought me to an entirely
new level of perception. It opened my mind to the absolute reality
of beings who have what appears to be a technology that’s eons ahead
Here, it is important to mention that from my early childhood years,
I had heard adults - family and close relatives - discuss the
reality of UFOs. They were all totally convinced of their reality.
In fact, two of my closest relatives were affiliated with the
development of military aircraft, and later, with the establishment
of our Intercontinental Ballistic Missile system.
One of them,
charged with developing protective systems that prevented false
alarms, once casually mentioned that his major problem had been
alarms tripped by passing UFOs. Another had seen a government-issued
16-millimeter film of a crashed UFO, which had been presented to
them as a craft from outer space.
I, myself, had been employed in the building of test equipment for a
wind tunnel, where I worked with two military officers who both had
close encounters with UFOs.
From many sources, I had learned of the military’s intense
preoccupation with what they termed “extraterrestrial technology.”
It was rumored that from the 1948 Roswell crash and the years
immediately following it, much technical knowledge was obtained by
“trade agreements” with the little aliens and their overlords. Since
that time, a veritable flood of books and articles have documented
As the narrative goes, government leaders agreed to let these
“spacemen” operate within our atmosphere, in return for scientific
and industrial advances. Many researchers have related that the
transistor, developed by Bell Labs in the 1950s, was said to have
come from such a deal, that it began as “UFO technology.”
need remind you how radically our society has been changed by the
introduction of solid-state electronics.
Not long after the personal encounter described above, I married the
woman to whom I remain married to this day. She had been raised a
Christian; I was not to become one until about a couple of years
later. I began to read the Bible voraciously. It was the first book
I’d ever found that explained the mysterious things that happen on
this planet, as having to do with God, Creation and Redemption.
Because of my own encounter, I sought biblical answers that could
explain what I had seen. I learned of God’s angels in their chariots
of fire that flew in the realms just beyond the reach of man’s
And I learned of the,
“…principalities and powers in heavenly
places…” mentioned by Paul in Ephesians 3:10.
They are good as well
as evil: The dark forces answer to their master, Satan, called in
“…the prince of the power of the air.”
Like Job, I can say,
“For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that
he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth” (Job 19:25).
Without a shadow of a doubt, Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
In my own personal case, however, many questions remain. I continue
to believe that I was rescued; I would like to believe that the
beautiful ship that came alongside me was on a mission to save me
from a possible crash.
But I don’t exclude the possibility that the ship was demonic,
representing a mission far beyond my ability to understand. I just
can’t say. I do know, however, that the Spirit of the Lord spoke
clearly to me in the period that followed.
Afterward, I came, not only to saving faith in Christ, but to a
consciousness that we are living in the last days, said by our Lord
to resemble the days when fallen angels began to traffic among men.
For eons, there has been a heavenly battle raging.
Good and evil
angels defend territories and causes that are far beyond our
perception. Occasionally, they penetrate the dimensional barriers
and for a moment, we see them.
The reality of these beings is beyond question to me. And since I am
safe in Christ, I never worry that they might harm me.
In the Spirit
of the Lord, we are on the winning side of the battle.
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