As the saying from many centuries ago declares, “In the midst of life, we are in death.”
Timothy Green Beckley, Tim Swartz and I were completely absorbed in the book project that was to become “Dulce Warriors: Aliens Battle for Earth’s Domination.” It was the usual back and forth between new material, proofreading and illustrating the various chapters and sections, a routine the three of us were used to after working as a team for nearly twenty years.
Then fate, Father Time, or whatever name you wish to give it, took Tim Beckley from us before the project was completely finished. As a tribute to our much revered publisher and editor, Tim Swartz and I decided to complete the project – just the two of us – along with more than 20 other contributors. “Dulce Warriors” is now available on Amazon.
The book opens with tributes from a few of Tim B’s friends and coworkers, in which they offer memories of how Tim helped to guide their career and gave them an opportunity to explore various aspects of UFOs and other paranormal subjects.
Tim Beckley also authored the first chapter, entitled “A Terrifying Introduction: What Happened On Our Way To Dulce,” in which he presents a laundry list of frightful rumors about the underground joint human/alien installation reputed to be located in Dulce, New Mexico, which is near the Four Corners region of the American Southwest.
“When we speak of Dulce,” Beckley writes, “we speak of: Monster Factories, Alien Cloning, Underground Tunnel Systems, MK-Ultra Soldiers – Disguised as Greys, Aliens Torturing Humans, Children Disappearing, Government Germ Warfare Weapons, Human and Animal Mutilations, and the Suicide Or Murder Of Numerous Researchers Associated With Dulce.”
A SCIENTIST STUMBLES INTO THE UNKNOWN
But where did it all start?
Beckley felt the whole macabre saga started with an engineer by the name of Paul Bennewitz, who believed aliens were communicating with him over a radio receiver. He also observed and photographed UFOs flying over nearby Kirtland Air Force Base in Albuquerque, New Mexico, specifically the nuclear storage facility there, called the Monzano Storage Area, the country’s largest underground nuclear storage facility.
Perhaps the most vocal and visible expert on the Dulce mysteries is Norio Hayakawa, who has written many articles on the subject and appeared numerous times on radio and television programs dealing with the town. Hayakawa says the proximity to Albuquerque is very important because it is where German scientists were first transferred in 1945, immediately after World War II, through the Operation Paperclip Program. In addition to German scientists, skilled intelligence officers were imported as well.
According to Hayakawa, “Dulce is a location filled with mysteries that are still ongoing. I believe it is far more interesting than Roswell, Yes, Roswell was significant in that it is the alleged location of the crash of extraterrestrial vehicles in 1947. But, you know, that was it. But Dulce is something different. It is an ongoing thing that is still taking place.”
Dulce has the highest percentage per population of UFO sightings, Hayakawa says. Almost the entire population has experienced a sighting of strange objects in the past three to four decades.
THE GOVERNMENT TAKES AN INTEREST
But back to Bennewitz. The story goes that Bennewitz was a scientist living near Kirtland Air Force Base. In 1979, he began to observe the flights of mysterious objects from his home and to photograph them as well. When he attempted to report to official channels on the strange aerial activity he was witnessing, he immediately drew the interest of the government.
One theory is that the bewildered Bennewitz was seeing test flights of what are called “UAVs,” or Unmanned Aerial Vehicles, pilotless aircraft that are remotely controlled either on the ground or programmed by onboard computer systems. Whatever the secret flights involved, the government did not want Bennewitz to know the truth.
It is alleged that the government brainwashed Bennewitz into believing that he was witnessing flights of alien discs over Kirtland Air Force Base. Bennewitz received a message somehow, either by radio or over his computer, saying that there is a secret base 150 miles north of Albuquerque in the mountains underground. Bennewitz was provided with the exact coordinates of this alien base, which, of course, turned out to be Dulce.
Bennewitz was never able to prove either the existence of aliens over Kirtland or the government’s manipulations of his attempts to document the mysterious overflights. He sank deeper and deeper into an increasingly paranoid frame of mind, unable to cope with the bizarre scenario in which he had been ensnared.
REVEALING HELL ITSELF
While Bennewitz’s personal struggles certainly deserve our sympathy, his revelations about the underground base at Dulce were nothing short of spectacular. The rumors that have circulated since then are full of nightmare scenarios, like huge vats of human and animal body parts used in genetic experiments, perhaps in further efforts to create an alien-human hybrid species or an even stranger chimera that is part human and part animal.
It is speculated that the government and the aliens may be working to create a “perfect soldier,” one that is capable of fearlessness and obedience beyond that of a normal GI grunt.
Additionally, there is the case of a female abductee who claimed that she was in one of the lower sections of Dulce when an alien walked right through the wall and raped her. That kind of forced copulation may also be a component of the genetic experimentation said to take place in Dulce, the goal being to impregnate the human female with alien seed and see what is produced, a scenario already familiar from other stories of abduction.
BOTH HUMANS AND ALIENS TAKE UP ARMS
Bill Birnes, the noted author, researcher and television personality, says he doubts that Dulce has any genuine alien presence. But he did pass along what has become an incident repeatedly referred to in discussions of Dulce, the “Firefight at Dulce.”
”The story goes that way back in the 1980s,” Birnes said, “the extraterrestrials were giving a lecture to some scientists. In that demonstration, a lot of the scientists were getting sick because of what the aliens were doing. So some of our military guards, who were prohibited from entering the area and prohibited from carrying any kind of weapons into the area, suddenly burst in to protect the scientists.
“And the aliens reacted,” Birnes continued, “by basically turning their weapons on the security guards, killing them. Some aliens were killed and some scientists were killed. Supposedly we all worked very hard to try and patch it together so there wouldn’t be any more incidents like that.”
“Dulce Warriors” also contains chapters with other similar real life sci-fi overtones and the stories of whistleblowers who have since died, many under suspicious circumstances.
WHAT SECRETS DIED WITH HIM?
Tim Swartz provides the story of Phil Schneider, who claimed to be an ex-government structural engineer who was involved in the building of underground military bases around the country. Schneider also said he was one of only three people to survive the incident between the alien greys and U.S. forces that Bill Birnes describes above.
For two years prior to his death, Schneider had been on a lecture tour talking about government cover-ups, black budgets and UFOs. His ex-wife, Cynthia Drayer, believes that Schneider was murdered because he publicly revealed the truth about the U.S. government’s involvement with UFOs, which he said dated back to the Eisenhower administration.
To get the details of this fascinating story, as told by Swartz with the assistance of Drayer, it is probably better to read the chapter in the actual book, which will provide much more spine-tinging detail than is possible in this article.
In guiding Tim Swartz and me through the editorial process, Tim B. displays his usual sure hand in selecting the people to contribute their work to the book, as well as covering the subject of Dulce thoroughly and with a vast array of on-the-scene participants, rumors and researchers. People who are unfamiliar with the subject of Dulce will get a valuable education in the subject and it will likewise be appreciated by those who have heard some of this before.
When Timothy Green Beckley passed away on May 31, 2021, he left behind a body of work that has few equals in the realms of Ufology and the paranormal.
Tim steadfastly pursued the truth underlying the great mysteries of human existence, beginning as a child, hiding underneath his bed covers to read “FATE Magazine” by flashlight or listening to all-night paranormal radio host Long John Nebel, whose call-in show on a major New York station became the template for shows that came later, like Art Bell’s Coast to Coast. In the early 1960s, Tim began his publishing efforts as a teenager, grinding out UFO magazines on an old-fashioned mimeograph machine and building a goodly-sized mailing list of subscribers.
Working as a freelance stringer for The National Enquirer, he covered a great many stories of UFO landings and alien abductions. Tim thus earned a kind of “street cred” as a journalist of off-the-beaten-path type subjects. For a time he published a newsstand magazine called “UFO Universe” that ran for several years, as well as the newsletter “The Conspiracy Journal,” which got its title long before Q-Anon gave conspiracy theory a bad name.
Tim was even better known for the books he published through his Global Communications and Inner Light Books publishing houses. Most of them are still available from Amazon.com. Do a search there and you may be pleasantly surprised at the wealth of what is on offer.
For the sake of paying homage to “Mr. UFO,” we have assembled memories and testimonials from some of Tim’s most prolific and – and grateful – authors and friends.
TIMOTHY BECKLEY- ALWAYS A FREE SPIRIT
By Maria D’Andrea MsD, D.D.,DRH
Maria D’Andrea is a fulltime psychic who wrote several books that Tim published, books she always adamantly declared were written to be used only in the most positive of ways. She wrote several “How-To” books that teach the reader to awaken the psychic powers within and put them to benevolent use for a myriad of reasons. One of Maria’s titles is “Supernatural Words of Power,” part of her “Yes, You Can!” series in which she helps the reader achieve a kind of “self-empowerment.” She also contributed chapters to many books Tim assembled as group efforts in which several writers would offer their insight into a given paranormal topic.
Tim affected so many lives while he was on this planet that we can’t even count all of them. With his passing, we are also finding out about things he did to help others that he never spoke about. He just helped everyone he cared about without looking for a “thank you” or acknowledgements. He never mentioned when he was buying food for someone, paying someone’s rent, contributing to helping someone’s career or any of the other selfless things he did. He truly came from his heart and will be deeply missed.
I met Tim in 1985, when I was working at a psychic event doing Readings. He was already accomplished doing eight million things in his life, and was there promoting his books as a publisher. We started chatting and realized we had much in common and were in sync on a friendship level. Because of our levels of knowledge in the spiritual, psychic, paranormal and UFO fields, he asked me to write a book for him. I explained that I’d never written one. He countered by explaining that I COULD and gave me a subject he needed a book on at the time. So I gave him the first chapter. After he stopped laughing, he said, “I told you so. And we’re going to do a lot more.”
Now I laugh because Tim started me on this path with support and friendship. I have somewhere around 60 books out, including several that I co-authored with talented people. I was a guest on Tim’s radio show with his co-host Tim Swartz, (Tim was also gracious enough to be on my TV and radio show). I was also able to do numerous types of media work, as well as teaching and speaking in my fields and so on…and it ALL stemmed from him having a gigantic heart and introducing me to many different fields years ago.
He was my confidant, close friend, family, travel partner, publisher and partner in crime. Free spirits tend to be this way, right? Tim was always funny. He would come up with hilarious thoughts in an instant and then forget about them. I wish I remembered all of them because they would have made a great book.
He would go to some of the same places to eat in his neighborhood in Manhattan and got to know the people who were working there. At times, some of us would get together and go. He would already know what to recommend off the menu that was good and he knew each of us enough to recommend food that fit our individual tastes. Tim loved to get us experimenting with different foods. He was very aware and thoughtful that way.
He knew at an early age what his Path of Life was. He started a magazine while young and expanded his horizons as he went along life’s pathways.
I remember when we would go ghost hunting in various states. Even though it was for work, we always had fun. I would find the spirit, if there was one (if a sighting wasn’t real, he would never make something up) check it out, deal with whatever came up and Tim would write about the experience as a prolific author and speak about it in the media. He loved to enlighten the public on the odd things in our universe.
His sense of humor was always there. We would send pictures back and forth as friends and then we would have separate work pictures. He would call me and come up with a title and just say for me to write a book about the subject. Teamwork is always a good thing. So on one occasion, his title for me was “Traveling The Waves Of Time” and he put a “friend” picture on the back cover. First I was a little upset, because it was a picture of me on my motorcycle, and here I am being professional. When I called him, Tim said he thought it worked because the book was on travel and that’s what I was doing. He thought it fit and was fun. What can I say? That was Tim.
Another time we spoke about our various UFO experiences He had a few and he also had experiences channeling. He traveled to numerous places on a global level. Tim said one of his favorite places was Bora Bora. I remember him telling me about his visit to Hawaii and the book that came from traveling there. After his book came out about Kahuna Power, for a while we were calling him Daddy Kahuna. He always found out the most interesting, obscure information and then wrote about what he discovered. He was a phenomenal researcher and author. Tim was interested in everything from science to the mystical and the other realms beyond.
He was a filmmaker and also acted in some films, plus he was in a book where he looked very “dapper.”
Once during our travels, we were reminiscing, and he told me how, many years ago, he went to a party thrown by the Beatles with sitar music and rock stars among the guests. I was asking more about the party and he looked at me and said it was just one more great party he went to. He loved parties. It just goes to show you how much he got around. Tim was an experienced promoter and had his own band for a while. That is only one example of the interesting contacts he had and many turned into lifelong friends. Tim was really great at anything he set his mind to.
He loved to travel and when we would go on a trip I would love to listen to his stories and adventures. He was a larger-than-life person without any ego and a soft heart.
We would go to UFO conventions and people would know him and ask his opinion on various matters. He would take the time to give them a real answer from his point of view and not just give a meaningless quick one, even when he was tired.
The title “Mr. UFO,” as Tim was known in many circles, came about due to his articles, lectures, books and magazines being on the supernatural, the odd, the offbeat and the unexplained.
There’s no doubt that I loved Tim very much and that he was there for me when it came to my work and my personal life. But if I were to sit here and write about all of his adventures I would be afraid that the police would have to dig him up and arrest him.
I am sure there are beings in various realms mourning Tim and wondering what he is up to where he is. After all, being inspirit doesn’t mean it is an ending, just a different vibrational shift.
He was so diverse that it’s impossible to mention all that he was and all that he did. Anyone knowing Tim was going to enter into unknown territory in a wonderful way. I feel blessed to have been his friend and considered part of his family.
FIRST CONTACT! – WITH TIMOTHY GREEN BECKLEY
By Diane Tessman
Diane Tessman is another fulltime psychic, in her case in partnership with an alien named “Tibus” that Diane has been familiar with since childhood. She wrote for Tim extensively and he published her first book in 1983, as well as serving as a constant source of guidance and encouragement for her as a writer. When you read what Diane says below here, you will likely agree that Tim was truly a great romantic at heart. He frequently referred to Diane as a “Time Traveling Star Goddess,” among other worshipful monikers.
In 1979, I was teaching school in St. Petersburg, Florida, and, in my spare time, I was chasing UFOs and their secrets, as always. I enjoyed UFO Review, published out of New York City by Timothy Green Beckley. I decided to submit an article to it. However, nothing happened, no response, and I thought, “Oh, well.”
Then one evening at home in St. Pete, I heard a knock on my door, and there was Timothy Green Beckley! I was shocked and delighted; I asked if he always flew around the country to see someone who had sent him an article.
Tim responded, “Well, you sent your picture too.”
Yes, Tim and the ladies were a match made in heaven.
He took me to dinner at the fanciest place I could find in St. Pete (that was his request), and we did have a good talk regarding those elusive UFOs and their occupants. The next day, Tim took my daughter Gianna and me to the beach. Then he flew back to New York.
We kept phone contact but not a whole lot of it, and in 1982, my daughter, our animals, and I, moved to San Diego. I had intended to get into teaching out there but could not. A hiring freeze was in effect due to a recession, plus I didn’t have my master’s degree.
I was soon in real financial trouble out there. However, there was a knock on my door in San Diego, and there was Timothy Green Beckley, again!
This time he stayed a while, and he suggested to me that I do psychic readings door to door. I had never heard of such a thing, but he put an ad in the local Reader, and I nervously began a psychic career. It turned out really well; Tim had gotten me out of my financial bad straits.
Soon I was writing my own publication, The Star Network Heartline, and Tim promoted my work, suggesting I write my first book, “The Transformation.” I did, he published it, and it sold thousands of copies. My life’s career had begun, and I’ve never looked back. Thanks, Tim!
Also, my lifelong friendship with Tim Beckley had begun. We were business friends, we were personal friends. I treasure the Christmas I spent with him and Brad and Sherry Steiger. Tim had come to Iowa to spend Christmas with us and we had a wonderful time. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8vAxXRbgy8
I miss you, Tim.
THE HONOR OF WORKING FOR TIMOTHY BECKLEY
By Hercules Invictus
Hercules Invictus is a fairly recent addition to Tim’s stable of writers, though he took inspiration from Tim for many decades. Hercules takes his name from the hero of Greek mythology and believes the gods of Olympus live on in our modern world, albeit filtered through a technological haze that we call UFOs and aliens. Over the past few years, Hercules has contributed chapters to books like “Incredible Alien Encounters,” for which he wrote “A Confrontation With Greys,” as well as numerous others.
I first became aware of Tim Beckley and Inner Light/Global Communications back in the 1970s. Having had paranormal experiences throughout my (then) young life, I eagerly sought some answers, and Tim’s publishing companies provided not only reprints of obscure and hard to find texts but collections of ongoing phenomena on our planet and in the heavens above.
Comforted by learning that I was not alone, I fervently hoped that someday my own accounts would be added to these chronicles. I started writing down some of my own experiences.
In the latter half of the decade (though still technically a teen) I was the Deep Trance Medium for a small Theosophical-Spiritualist group in New York City and had started speaking publicly on matters metaphysical.
Invited to visit relatives in New Brunswick, New Jersey, I leapt at the chance. Though I truly loved these relatives and sincerely wished to see and spend time with them, I also had an ulterior motive: New Brunswick was the point of origin of my cherished tomes from Inner Light/ Global Communications. Questing for the writers and their offices did not prove fruitful on that occasion – but I tried, given the time I had.
During the 1980s I attempted to live a “normal” life. Tim Beckley (aka Mr. UFO) and his intrepid band of explorers and chroniclers of the unknown provided me with a much-needed connection to the unusual life (I thought) I’d left behind through their many publications.
The 1990s dawned with my re-embracing my totality and diving back into the fringes of reality. I finally met Tim Beckley and some of my other heroes at the Fortean Society’s formal meetings and informal gatherings in the Big Apple.
In the early 2000s I reconnected with Tim (aka Mr. Creepo) and got to know him. He was, during this period, cheerfully engaged in publishing, making movies and having other exciting adventures. I reviewed some of these books, CDs and films and interviewed some of the folks involved on my podcasts – including Tim Beckley.
This continued on and off for over a decade. I got to meet many interesting people through Tim and have gotten close with some of them. The end of the 2010s saw me as a contributor to Tim’s paranormal anthologies and by the start of the 2020s my writings had appeared in sixteen of these books.
Tim, alas, passed on May 31st, 2021. Though we were not buddies, we were friendly and had communicated for a long span of years. I greatly enjoyed working (and interacting) with Tim. He was one of my role models growing up and I was greatly honored to be part of his band of otherworldly chroniclers. Looking back, my only regret is my decision to wait until he felt better before I called to say “Hi! How are you?” and explore what projects were looming on the horizon.
Thank you, Tim Beckley, for enriching over half a century of my life with your unique self-expression, generosity and unbridled creativity! And thanks to all who have kept and who will continue to keep Tim Beckley’s legacy alive!
TIMOTHY GREEN BECKLEY: THE TEACHER WHO OPENED MY EYES
By Sean Casteel
By the time Sean Casteel began writing for Timothy Green Beckley, he had already spent years toiling in the world of mainstream journalism, writing about government programs that worked to help the poor and disabled and other attempts to cure America’s social ills in general. When Casteel discovered the world of UFOs and alien abductions, an entirely new career opened up for him and he never looked back. Casteel contributed articles to “UFO Universe” and “The Conspiracy Journal” for many years before Tim began publishing Casteel’s books. Tim not only let Casteel write books on his own favorite topics, like UFOs and religion, he brought Casteel into new worlds the freelancer had never even dreamed of. Casteel’s first book was called “UFOs, Prophecy and the End of Time,” and is still available on Amazon.com.
In spite of knowing that Tim had been in failing health for the last several years, his sudden death by heart attack still came as quite a shock, a shock that lingers now and a loss that will be felt forever.
I first began to work for Tim in earnest in the winter of 1995, after he had published my Q and A with pioneering abduction researcher Budd Hopkins and subsequently my Q and A with film director Robert Wise, who had helmed the UFO classic “The Day the Earth Stood Still.” Thus began the 26 years of our relationship, which would involve magazine articles, books and appearances on Tim’s podcast, “Exploring the Bizarre,” cohosted with Tim R. Swartz.
Tim Beckley once told me that there were two basic kinds of UFO enthusiasts. There are the dilettantes, who are at first totally absorbed by the topic, but then, when their personal pet theory doesn’t work out or they must confront the fact that absolute answers to the various mysteries remain elusive, abandon the subject in frustration.
Then Tim said that the other kind of UFO enthusiast is a “lifer,” someone whose devotion to finding out the truth is at times obsessive but never flags or weakens as the years go by. Tim was certainly such a lifer himself, and he died in the midst of laboring over yet another book, in this case an examination of the alleged joint human/alien underground facility said to be located in Dulce, New Mexico. He left no stone unturned as he chipped away at the boulder that is the unknown and the paranormal.
Like many of his generation, Tim started out as a “nuts-and-bolts” believer, at first convinced that UFOs were a higher physical technology piloted by flesh-and-blood aliens. As the years passed, he more and more embraced the nonphysical, paranormal approach, believing that the visitors were from another dimension and capable of many phenomena we call “supernatural.” Or at least an advanced technology that seems supernatural to we humans.
Tim ultimately espoused the theory that UFOs, ghosts, NDEs, spiritualism, etc., were all part of one continuum and that mankind was subject to a large spectrum of phenomena that sprang from a single source. When you studied one facet of the paranormal, it always included ties to another facet.
But he will likely be remembered for his lighter take as well. The last book Tim and his team of writers completed before his death was “Alien Lives Matter, It’s OK To Be Grey.” Even though some of us on Tim’s team thought the title might be seen as “trivializing” the Black Lives Matter Civil Rights movement, Tim countered by saying that the concept had been appropriated already by Hawaiians (Hawaiian Lives Matter) and Jewish people (Jewish Lives Matter) and there was even a section on Amazon where a totally separate business was selling “Alien Lives Matter” t-shirts.
The book turned out to be a struggle for Tim and our entire team, but it also turned out to be a relative bestseller for us. Whenever I spoke the title to someone, it never failed to get a chuckle and a word of encouragement about how it would be a popular title, and it was. Tim made sure to include several chapters on Black UFO experiencers and believers as well, people whose contacts were for the most part very positive.
I can never thank Tim enough for exposing me to so many aspects of the paranormal that I had never taken an interest in prior to working for him. I was called upon to research subjects like ghosts and hauntings, mediums and séances, even the clairaudience of Joan of Arc and the spiritualist beliefs of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Tim had a way of leading me down paths I’d never trod before and expanding my horizons considerably.
Toward the end of his life, he did combat with his own understanding of the determinism of “the Matrix,” and gathered his team together to do a book on it with the wordy title“The Matrix Control System of Philip K. Dick and the Paranormal Synchronicities of Timothy Green Beckley.” It was a subject he sometimes saw the malevolent side of as he wondered whether “synchronistic” experiences, or “nonrandom coincidences,” somehow undermined human free will. If our lives are not under our own control, then who IS controlling everything? Like Jacob wrestling with the angel in the Book of Genesis, Tim made a determined combat to maintain his sense of personal autonomy.
Tim Beckley will always be an inspiration to me and a person I am glad to have shared my life with.
MY FRIEND, TIMOTHY GREEN BECKLEY
By Tim R. Swartz
One of the first books about UFOs that Tim R. Swartz bought from Gray Barker’s Saucerian Press turned out to be the first book that Timothy Green Beckley wrote…”The Shaver Mystery and the Inner Earth.” Even thought they didn’t realize it at the time, Tim R. Swartz and Tim Beckley’s paths would cross several times before they actually met. Starting when he was a teenager, Tim R. Swartz investigated and wrote about UFOs and the paranormal for various UFO-related magazines, but his career in television often sidelined his interest and research in the world of the weird. Thanks to Timothy Green Beckley, Tim was able to renew his love for the unexplained and reach a worldwide audience who was eager to learn just how wonderfully strange our universe actually is.
Timothy Green Beckley was such a unique and charismatic character that I wish the way we first got to know each other was as spectacular as the way he lived his life.
Our first introduction, however, came about thanks to the United States Air Force.
In 1983, when I was working for a television station in Dayton, Ohio, I was able to secure an interview with UFO investigator J. Allen Hynek. Hynek was in town to give a talk about Project Blue Book at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base.
After my story ran on the local news, it was picked up by the CBS satellite feed, which allowed CBS stations all across the country to run the story as well. Timothy Green Beckley saw my story on WCBS in New York and managed to track me down to ask for a VHS copy and a transcript, which I was happy to provide for him.
From that point on, barely a week went by where I didn’t hear from Tim one way or another. He would either call me, or send me a letter (this was pre-internet), to talk about UFOs, movies, or any of the other things that we were mutually interested in.
When he started publishing “UFO Universe,” he asked me if I would be interested in providing him with some articles, do research and help punch up articles from other writers. Of course I was excited to help out with his new UFO magazines…I had written articles for magazines like “Saga’s UFO Report” when I was in college, but it had been years since I had written anything for publication.
From magazines to books, to direct to video movies, Timothy Green Beckley was always coming out with new and interesting things for us to attempt. I often thought his ideas were insane, and I would tell him so…but, for the most part, I was always game to go along with his crazy ideas simply because they sounded like fun.
If you listen to any archived episode of our radio show “Exploring the Bizarre,” which aired on the KCOR Digital Radio Network, you can hear how much fun we were having, and Tim was always a treasure trove of UFO knowledge. In fact, the rare times that at the last minute, one of our guests couldn’t do the show, Tim and I could easily do the entire two-hours just talking about all of the weird things in this world that forever intrigued us.
It is difficult to write about all the great times that Timothy Green Beckley and I had because I never thought they would end. I keep expecting him to call me up with another of his wild adventures…in fact, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if he did manage to do so from wherever he has gone after leaving this mortal coil.
So when my days on this planet draw to a close, I hope that Mr. UFO swings by on his mothership to pick me up so we can continue on with our adventures. This time, however, there will be no limits; we will have the entire universe to explore. I am looking forward to that.
A NOTE FROM PUBLISHER AND EDITOR TIMOTHY GREEN BECKLEY:
Many of you have undoubtedly read “UFO Repeaters – Seeing Is Believing! – The Camera Doesn’t Lie,” in which we told the stories of those who have undergone repeated encounters with UFOnauts. But no one has had the abundant contacts that the author of this charming little book claims to have had – and his story is over a century old. Sean and I expound upon this delightful example of the UFO phenomenon as related in this book about a man whose life was turned around – in a positive fashion – by his saving the life of an alien.
The modern era of UFO contactees is most often said to have begun in the late 1940s when George Adamski encountered Orthon, a blond-haired, blue-eyed Nordic-looking entity, in the California desert. Adamski would go on to make a career writing and lecturing about the aliens with whom he was “in contact,” thus the term “contactees.”
But in a recent repackaging of a book about another classic contactee case, called “Starfall: I Saved the Life of a Space Alien,” publisher Timothy Green Beckley has pushed the beginnings of the contactee phenomenon back to more than two decades prior to Adamski, to 1920, to be exact, and offers the story of the very first contactee, one Albert Coe. Coe writes about his experiences in a first-person, autobiographical manner, finally revealing what he had promised his alien friend he would keep secret.
A CHANCE ENCOUNTER – WHAT ARE THE ODDS?
“The author’s experience has been lost to time and space,” Beckley explains, “with Coe having passed away several decades ago. But we are determined to provide a legacy for him. This is his story. His cosmic adventure began when he was enjoying some fishing in a remote section of the Canadian woods. He happened to stumble across an alien in distress with a very badly injured leg.”
Coe himself writes that, “I was climbing up the side of an outcropping of rocks. Near the top, I heard a muffled cry for help. I looked around, but could see no one, for the area was thickly overgrown. So I climbed up over the edge and let out a yell. Slightly to the right and ahead of me came an answer: ‘Oh, help, help me.’”
Within minutes, Coe came face-to-face with an alien who looked as human as any one of us. The alleged alien was called “Zret,” a reworking of the letters in “Mister X” spelled backwards and shortened. The alien was close to death and extremely grateful to be lifted out of the narrowing crevice in which he had been trapped. Coe told the alien he was canoeing in the area with a friend and planned to rejoin him soon.
THE SECRET ‘PLANE’
Zret told Coe that he was not himself canoeing but had come to the area in a plane, which was parked in a clearing three or four hundred yards downstream. When Coe offered to help Zret go back to his plane, the offer was declined. Zret finally gave in and agreed to have Coe help him, but on the condition that Coe promised not to divulge to anyone, not even his fishing buddy, anything that had taken place or whatever he might see.
Zret then told Coe a complete fabrication, saying his father had developed a new kind of plane that was still in the experimental stage and highly secret. As sort of a test, Zret’s father had permitted him to use the plane for this fishing trip. With Coe half-supporting and half-carrying Zret over some rough spots, they finally made their way to a small clearing.
“The clearing was not more than seventy or eighty feet wide,” Coe writes, “and near its center stood his ‘plane.’ I had been trying to figure out how to get a plane in or out of there, without hitting a tree or protruding rocks. What secret gimmick could launch one without a runway? I had fully expected to see some type of conventional aircraft, and the reason for the reluctance in my accompanying him became crystal clear, for what I was looking at astounded me!
“A round silver disc, about twenty feet in diameter, was standing on three legs,” he continues, “in the form of a tripod, without propeller, engine, wings or fuselage. He said, ‘Surprised?’ That wasn’t actually the word for it, but I did not press him with questions, realizing he was suffering a great deal of pain.”
Zret then boards the ship. It lifted a few feet above the ground and paused with a slight fluttering and then swiftly rose with effortless ease and was gone. Coe headed back to camp to join his friend. He was left with an uneasy feeling, of witnessing something that did not actually exist, an impression of disconnected sequences only found in dreams.
THE FRIENDSHIP BEGINS AND THE NATURE OF GOD IS DISCUSSED
During the fishing trip rescue incident, Zret had asked Coe for his name and address. Six months later, Coe received a letter from Zret inviting him to lunch. Thus began a lifelong friendship between Coe and Zret in which the alien answered Coe’s numerous questions and provided him with an alien’s perspective on mankind and our struggle with life on Earth.
For example, Coe asked Zret about the nature and reality of God.
“The glimmerings of present religious beliefs or philosophies on your planet,” Zret told him, “stretch into its dim, unrecorded mists of 10,000 years but did not become an obsession of the mind until about 8800 years ago. But its fragmentary principles were nurtured on greed, fear and a lack of complete understanding that eventually developed the mental hybrid which has given life to the millions of gods, totems, images and charms.”
Each of the myriad groupings of men contributed an imaginative piece of this mysterious puzzle of creation and the personification of energy, as godhead, to which he endowed his own exclusive emotion of love and its opposite. Mankind attempted to control his environment through a cajoling or appeasement of these fearful and incomprehensible forces of nature, in the supplication of prayer or ritual of sacrifice.
Each tribe or race created its own “True God” or complex of “True Gods,” and although they all worshipped the same true essence in the Deity, selfishness led to the narrow-minded chaos of intolerance and brutality as each sect has fought to defend or impose on others its own conception of this divinity.
According to Zret, Christian doctrine combines several branches from earlier cosmologies, notably Magi, Egyptian, Babylonian and Hebrew, along with the findings of later Greek philosophers in their diligent search for the primal stuff from which everything is made.
THE DESECRATION OF THE ENVIRONMENT
Zret seemed to foretell our present struggles with global warming and ecological pollution.
“I cannot but wonder,” he said, “how long this heritage of beauty that nature so lavishly entrusted to the custody of Earthmen will endure. I have watched the green mantles of her hills and forests converted into the green of dollar bills, her sparking waters thoughtlessly desecrated by pollution of population and industry, because it is a convenient and ‘economical’ means of disposal, the birds and magnificence of her wildlife on land and in the sea decimated for profit or sport.”
Zret ponders the possibility that nature, in bringing forth man, may have created one of the greater potentials of destructive force in the universe, if sadistic motivation is coupled to mental genius.
ENCOUNTERING THE SHY PRIMITIVES
Coe was also told of an early pioneering flight to Planet Earth that Zret’s ancient ancestors had made. At one point, shortly after landing, Zret’s people met a group of six Earth children.
“They came forward slowly, hesitantly” Zret recounted, “with several backward glances. Six small, light blue-skinned female children, with brown eyes and straight black hair. All were naked and, although they were very cautious, they seemed a bit more curious than frightened, like a little flock of birds ready to take wing at the first sign of danger.”
Curiosity must have collectively outweighed their fear because shortly one hundred and thirty men, women and children came out of the woods, all of them blue-skinned and scantily clad. Once it was established that both the aliens and the Earthmen had friendly intentions toward one another, the aliens spent the next two weeks with the primitives, developing a kind of sign language that permitted them to communicate.
The primitives were basically nomads without any basic code of law, merely the rule of right by might, just as the more powerful bull of the animals led his herd. There was no religion, but they lived in constant fear of spirits. And everything had a spirit, with very little differential between the living and the dead.
Their perception of the world wavered between reality and hallucination. Due to negative thinking, their sleep was plagued with dreams and nightmares. The swift lunge of the animal, the hiss of the snake, the howling winds and storms, falling trees and rocks to crush them and the agonizing screams of dying comrades filled their nights. They actually gave more credence to the so-called spirit world than to reality, for the objective was something with which they could cope.
The Earth people held the craft of Zret’s ancestors in awe and wonder and would touch it each time they passed it.
“We tried to explain that we had come from one of the stars in the sky,” Zret told Coe, “and this completely mystified them. But they did consider us all the good spirits rolled into one. It came time to move on and they were very reluctant for us to leave. But we told them to watch the sky, for we would return with many of our people to teach and to free them from fear, strife, and want.”
A WEALTH OF CONVERSATION
The foregoing has been but a brief taste of the many wonderful stories and lessons that Zret imparted to Albert Coe. In modern day alien abduction accounts, the aliens speak very little to their “chosen ones,” but in the case of most contactees there is a wealth of conversation and a fountain-like flow of words.
And so it is with Albert Coe and “Starfall: I Saved the Life of a Space Alien.” Zret, in his gratitude to Coe, has not only repaid Coe’s rescuing him, he has given the world a collection of historical anecdotes and philosophical lessons for which we should also be eternally grateful. Albert Coe’s kindness to Zret is also a kindness done to us, the future readers Coe probably never even imagined.
MEANWHILE, SOME STILL HOLD BELIEF IN CRAZED RACIAL EUGENICS THEORY
By Sean Casteel
The cover of this new release from Inner Light/Global Communications pretty much says it all. The book’s title is “Mystic Utopian ‘Supermen,’” with the subtitle “A Private Training Course in the Use of Universal Magnetism and the Mental Control of Others.” The book is a reprint of “Universal Magnetism: Embracing All Human Powers,” from 1924.
What’s here, essentially, is a tutorial on developing one’s “inner Nazi,” learning how to dominate by sheer force of the will using telepathy and mental “magnetism.”
The author is Edmund Shaftesbury, and he was himself a real piece of work. While some of what Shaftesbury teaches is similar to what one might encounter in a 21st century New Age self-help course, there is a darkness hanging over his teachings that it is not possible to dispel. Prolific researcher and author Nick Redfern opens the book with the history of that darkness and the man who conjured it. More about Redfern’s introduction later in this article.
RACIAL SUPERIORITY SIMILAR TO HITLER’S “MASTER RACE”
The cover of “Mystic Utopian Supermen” boasts that the book contains material that exposes the “Dark Side” of the occult. To the modern reader, who rejects outright the teachings of Hitler and his crazed vision of German/Aryan Supermen, it is mainly useful as an historical document.
Like many a cult leader before and after him, Shaftesbury portrays the world as an “Us versus Them” combative state of affairs. The people who follow him develop their personal and psychic capabilities and become “magnetic,” a quality imparted to the Supermen. Those who fail to become magnetic are the “hypnotic,” a lesser class of human whose failings must be avoided by their magnetic superiors. With these teachings, Shaftesbury gathered a following of hundreds of people in his cult and conceivably could have been another Jim Jones.
“There are in fact only two classes of human beings on Earth,” Shaftesbury writes, “and from the beginning of time there have never been more than these two. If you are in the hypnotic class, you cannot be magnetic. And the chances are ninety out of a hundred that you are in the hypnotic class. If you are in the magnetic class by virtue of birth or the gift of Nature, or the result of acquired power through habits that beget it, then you are in a position to go on with these studies.”
One can see that from the outset that Shaftesbury is seeking to create in the minds of his students the notion that they are a privileged minority who can always look down on the hypnotic majority. The hypnotic class falls prey to, ridiculously enough, “eye strain” and “monotony of gaze.” Also, various other forms of monotony, to include “monotony of physical activity” and “monotony of mental activity,” as well as “lapses of mental activity.” Which lead the hypnotic person to the DARK SECTION OF THE MIND – to the Estate of Hell.
To condemn the “non-enlightened” to literal damnation is a sinister form of bigotry, but not unexpected when one considers the darkness of the idea’s source. More about that later.
PEOPLE BECOMING A “COMPLETE MACHINE” AND ATTAINING “HONESTY”
Shaftesbury teaches that the ideal his students should aim for is called the “crystal mind,” or a state of complete mental clarity.
“A complete machine,” he writes, “is a work of the highest skill; it is an example of integrity. Were some part missing or defective, the integrity of its construction would be marred of broken. There is but one item in the moral code of the universe, and that is honesty.
“The Ten Commandments,” he continues, “are different ways of saying, ‘Be honest.’ The criminal codes of the world, with their thousands of restrictions, are all variations of the one command, ‘Be honest.’ The man or woman who is perfectly honest needs no creed, no Decalogue, no code, no religion. Grand and ennobling as all true theology must ever be, it crumbles into dust before the standard of integrity; it pales and is lost in the light of perfect honesty. When a human being has reached that moral stage where nothing can deviate him from this one quality, he has outstripped all others in the race to heaven.”
Shaftesbury foresees a time in the 20th century (obviously proven wrong by the passage of time) when men and women are using their crystal minds and are able to see into the motives of their fellow beings. When that happens, there will be a “burning light” shedding its piercing rays into all brains and hearts, at which point all the criminal codes of the world will have but one interpretation, “Be honest.” The various religions, Protestant, Catholic, Jewish, pagan and all, will cluster around the rock-built temple of God, whose every stone bears the whole story of salvation, “Be honest.”
“That we can see minds and motives now,” he writes, “is true. That the faculty is coming rapidly to the front is true. That its development will be far and wide is true. And then it must also be true that humanity, with its guise thrown off, must be honest.”
In a world where people who have attained a crystal mind and can read the thoughts of their fellow man, a certain kind of “honesty” would be inevitable. In an interview I did several years ago with alien abduction researcher Dr. David Jacobs, he talked about how an abductee sometimes develops unwanted psychic abilities after their encounter, including the “gift” of telepathy. He posited that, if the world ever becomes truly telepathic, very few of us could endure not having the privacy of our thoughts.
One must pity the “inferior” hypnotic among us whose minds would be easily read and controlled by the supermen/women Shaftesbury is trying to indoctrinate into his strange and sinister view of humankind. He further believes that by employing the exalted state of the crystal mind he could rebuild the human race and give it “the powers of omniscience and omnipotence, relatively speaking.”
A race of people who are omniscient and omnipotent would indeed be Utopian Supermen, would they not? We should perhaps count ourselves lucky that we remain un-super and continue to be as we were created, without exalted powers of the mind. Nevertheless, would it be possible to use Shaftesbury’s techniques without an ideological agenda? In some morally neutral way that did no harm? One can only wonder.
THE HISTORY OF YET ANOTHER MADMAN
And just who is the prophet of this coming transformation of the human race? The aforementioned Nick Redfern provides an excellent summation of Shaftesbury’s life and legacy in his introduction to “Mystic Utopian Supermen.”
Redfern informs us that Shaftesbury was born in 1852 in Massachusetts as one Webster Edgerly. He would go on to become a social-reform activist who sought to perfect the ultimate human being. Edgerly, having graduated from Boston University’s School of Law in 1876, became obsessed with the idea that via certain highly controversial, and at times distinctly occult-based, techniques largely of his own design, the latent powers of both the human mind and body could be elevated to near superhuman levels. Based on this obsession, Edgerly founded a now-obscure movement that became known as Ralstonism.
Edgerly would proclaim to anyone who would listen that Ralstonism is as “necessary” as food, light, or water.
Redfern quotes Edgerly as boasting that “This movement is the grandest, noblest and already the most far-reaching power that has originated in the present age. Ralstonism is the grandest movement that man is capable of establishing.”
According to the 1900 edition of “The Book of General Membership of the Ralston Health Club,” the letters which comprised the word “Ralston” had their origins in the words Regime, Activity, Light, Strength, Temperance, Oxygen and Nature. Curiously, however, editions of the book published prior to 1900 were credited to one Everett Ralston, a pseudonym of Edgerly’s. The implication was that Ralstonism was named after Edgerly’s wholly fictitious alter ego.
FOR CAUCASIANS WITH NO “IMPURITIES” ONLY
At least in Edgerly’s mind, his disciples, devotees and followers were all the founding members of what he firmly hoped would become a new order – possibly a new race and a new breed of human, even – that would be solely Caucasian-based and completely free from what he disturbingly referred to as “impurities.” His further declared that if Ralstonism was to work successfully and elevate its new Caucasian supermen to truly stratospheric levels, then all non-Caucasian males should be castrated at birth – and with absolutely no exceptions whatsoever.
Edgerly published numerous “self-help” books under yet another pseudonym, Edmund Shaftesbury, and it is the name used for this new Inner Light/Global Communications edition of his book “Universal Magnetism.” His books encompassed such seemingly unconnected issues as diet, exercise, punctuation, sexual magnetism, artistic deep breathing, facial expressions, and even, strangely enough, ventriloquism. He also founded the Magnetism Club of America, which was established with the intent of giving its members mental power over others by way of what he termed “Personal Magnetism.”
In the book that concerns us here, Edgerly outlines how the procedures that had to be followed to ensure such personal power could be successfully attained and maintained:
“The better way is to train the will at home and alone, always basing it on some principle in the study of magnetism. With this in view, seclude yourself so as to be free from disturbing influences.”
Further along, Edgerly praises another of his books, called “In Operations of the Other Mind,” by saying, “Against the growing errors, vagaries, morbid theories, occult teachings, and wild beliefs that are darkening present-day life, depressing the mind, weakening the nerves, preying on the health, and creating gloomy forebodings, this work comes as an inspiring guide and a practical instructor. It has been our wish and purpose to make this course of training one of the most important and valuable ever published. So, into the book we have put the great study ‘HOW TO EMPTY THE MIND.’ Recall the countless times you have been mentally upset, worried and bothered with troubles. Think of what it would have meant – and will mean – to know how to cast off all such mental torture out of your mind. The relief and peace of mind this one study alone can bring you can be worth thousands of dollars.”
Another of the stranger aspects of Ralstonism was the dietary regulations handed down by Edgerly. For example, watermelons, which he one day decided were somehow poisonous to Caucasians, as, supposedly, were pickles, crabs, cranberries, cookies, tea and “anything with crisp surfaces.” It was only through a strict dietary regimen and regular physical exercise that a perfect body, and the ability to “read” and control the minds of others, could be firmly achieved, he told his followers. Essentially, eating right was part of what was required for the sake of developing “mind control” powers that could be used to mentally oppress the weaker people found outside of the Ralston community.
Between 1894 and 1895, Edgerly purchased areas of farmland in New Jersey on which he built a large and imposing house intended to contain a whole community of Ralstonites which he envisioned as becoming the heart and soul of a futuristic metropolis that would be christened the City of Ralston. None of this came to pass, however.
A CRAZY RACIST AHEAD OF HIS TIME
Nevertheless, according to Redfern’s introduction, Edgerly was certainly a visionary ahead of his time – albeit without doubt a deranged and racist visionary. Edgerly died in 1926, in Trenton, New Jersey, and his theories predated the later racist/eugenic principles but forth many years later by Hitler in the 1930s.
Hitler’s Nazi Germany held that the collective Germanic and Nordic populations were the closest thing that existed to a pure race. This particular philosophy of hatred had its origins in a 19th century scenario that placed African Bushmen and Australian Aborigines at the foot of the ladder and the Nordics firmly at the very top. Aside from in the minds of those racists that adhered to the theory (and who, in some cases, still adhere to it), it was utterly lacking in any scientific merit.
As was the case with Edgerly, the Nazis were also as fascinated with the occult as they were with the concept of creating the perfect superman.
Redfern contributes even more on the history of “supermen” and the occult, to include beliefs practiced by the Nazis, Josef Stalin and others who sought to control the world in absolute terms.
And while we cannot recommend “Mystic Utopian Supermen” as a work of common decency that the average person could embrace in good conscience, the reader may find some of the advice the book gives interesting on a personal level. Does any of it strike you as being true, once it is removed from its ugly, racist, mind control context? Is there anything useful to learn here? It is a conundrum for the individual reader to decide on his own, even as he resigns himself gratefully to an “un-super” existence.
Raymond Fowler has been a UFO investigator since the 1960s, and as a researcher dedicated to the subject he has few equals. When he first began his field research, which consisted of following up on sightings reports that came his way near his New England home and frequently traveling to the actual locations where flying saucers had been seen, Fowler and his peers in Ufology were in hot pursuit of what they believed to be physical spacecraft visiting Earth from somewhere out in the universe that was completely unknown.
Investigators in those early years were mainly cataloging lights in the sky and metallic airborne devices that were solid enough to show up on radar but nevertheless exhibited flight maneuvers that manmade aircraft were not capable of. The spacecraft would sometimes leave traces behind, such as indentations made by landing gear or strange circular burn marks on the grass where a UFO was seen to have touched down.
At the time, in terms of hard science, any reports of alien occupants of the flying saucers were not given much credence, especially by researchers who took the subject seriously. Speaking and interacting with UFO occupants was a concept embraced by the contactees of the 1950s, who told of golden-haired space angels who took their chosen humans on trips to Venus – a kind of “lunatic fringe” belief. No serious researcher wanted to be tarred by the same brush as the contactees, and Raymond Fowler shared that disdain himself at first.
In his latest book, called “UFOs: The Ultimate Abduction,” Fowler gives a fascinating account of his early days on the trail of physical UFOs, providing a picture of that moment in history in which the government, the military, the scientific community and the public in general grappled with the mystery of just what was being seen so frequently in our skies.
At the time, the mid-1960s, Fowler was among those advocating for Congress to open an official inquiry into the subject and even had some of his research entered into the Congressional Record. Fowler also tells the story of Project Blue Book, an agency within the Air Force tasked with collecting and compiling UFO reports from civilians that was discontinued in 1969 based on the recommendation of the less-than-trustworthy Condon Report, a government-contracted study of the subject conducted by academics at the University of Colorado.
The first several chapters of “UFOs: The Ultimate Abduction” are an absorbing account of those earlier years, but the real fascination the book holds is in Fowler’s telling of the story of how the nuts-and-bolts evidence he examined initially eventually led him to embrace a much different view of the UFO phenomenon. He was following the data, not just the whimsy of idle speculation.
Fowler’s understanding changed over time as he began to put together a puzzle, an alien jigsaw that combined some of the precognitive and out-of-body experiences of his father as well as moments from Fowler’s own youth.
At two or three years of age, he encountered a light that bathed him in love. Other encounters with loving entities of light would follow, but Fowler characterized those moments as “religious” experiences that were not UFO-related. In fact, if pressed to do so at the time, Fowler would have condemned “spiritual” or “supernatural” UFO encounters as “demonic” and totally removed from the loving purity of what he had experienced.
Much of Fowler’s spiritual journey had its origins in his investigation of Betty Andreasson, a devoutly Christian New England housewife and mother who claimed grey aliens entered her home in 1967 and abducted both her and her daughter. Fowler was present when Betty recalled her experiences under regressive hypnosis and he would eventually write five books on Betty and her family. The titles may already be familiar to those reading this article: “The Andreasson Affair,” “The Andreasson Affair Phase Two,” “The Watchers,” “The Watchers II,” and “The Andreasson Legacy.”
In a recent exchange of emails, Fowler clarified his views for me on Betty and what had happened to her.
“I believe that Betty’s extraordinarily strong fundamentalist views,’ he told me, “influenced her testimony on several occasions. In ‘The Andreasson Affair’ series of experiences by Betty, we must remember that they are told by a very religious person and strongly influenced by her belief system as she sought to make sense of what she was experiencing. I do not see any definitive connection between Christianity and the UFO phenomenon. People tend to see and interpret such experiences through the spectacles of what they want to believe or disbelieve.
“I might add that the entities associated with Betty,” Fowler continued, “seem to have encouraged her in her faith and may even have gone along with it in some sense so she would be more pliable in her relations with them and also not to upset her. For myself, I would reject the terms ‘supernatural’ or ‘spiritual,’ because every bit of the UFO phenomenon is natural and only appears to be supernatural because most of it is beyond our understanding.”
Taken together, the Andreasson books relate the alien-religious odyssey of not only Betty and her family but also Fowler’s realization of his own place in the cosmic drama that is the UFO mystery. His transition from Christian fundamentalism to a more open – perhaps an even more loving – view of reality also incorporates essential truths learned from the study of Near Death Experiences, including an examination of the research of NDEs conducted by Dr. Kenneth Ring that makes a case for the similarity between NDEs and alien abduction experiences. There are likewise connections between alien abduction, NDEs and the aforementioned OBEs, or Out-of-Body Experiences.
Those three areas of study also dovetail nicely with what we have learned from the study of Past Live Experiences, or accounts, often also obtained from people under regressive hypnosis, of the historical details of former lives that serve as proof of reincarnation. Fowler offers the notion that reincarnation, while it is also not a fundamentalist Christian belief, does give comfort to many people who prefer to believe that human existence extends over many lifetimes and is part of a kind of evolution of the soul, a “becoming” that consists of more than just a one-shot attempt at getting the business of living right.
Another crucial component of Fowler’s scheme of reality is synchronicity, a phenomenon he devoted an earlier book to called “Synchrofile.” Part of his thesis is that meaningful coincidence and the apparently nonrandom order of events show us that reality is arranged by some higher force that does not, as Einstein said, “play dice with the universe.” Nothing is left to chance, perhaps, but human consciousness still perceives its reality through a veil of free will.
In “UFOs: The Ultimate Abduction,” Raymond Fowler has stitched together a continuum of phenomena whose elements harmonize beautifully and serve to make a wonderful kind of sense out of our admittedly limited glimpses into the Ultimate Truth. Perhaps it is his mission not only to learn the lessons God has laid out for him but to teach them to the rest of us as well.
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This book should be accredited in academic circles for its visionary efforts and its attempts to cover a little known cultural aspect of the already controversial topic of UFO studies.
The content is given a great deal of legitimacy due to its many valued contributors, including a Religious Studies Professor, Stephen C. Finley, who teaches at Louisiana State University.
But let us start “at the beginning!”
When editor and publisher Timothy Green Beckley first proposed the idea for a book to be called “Alien Lives Matter: It’s OK To Be Grey,” some among his stable of writers and contributors were concerned that the title might be seen as trivializing the Black Lives Matter movement that has been the catalyst for so much hoped for meaningful social change in this country.
So Tim did a little background research and discovered that the “Lives Matter” slogan had been appropriated in numerous ways and in numerous places. For example, there is a group calling itself “Hawaiian Lives Matter,” and Amazon offers a wide selection of t-shirts with “Alien Lives Matter” emblazoned on the chest. So we are not alone, to use an expression.
When we were working on the book and I mentioned the title to family and friends, it never failed to elicit a chuckle and a comment about how clever it was. Even among nonbelievers, the title struck home and resonated profoundly.
The book turned out to be a monumental effort over 500 pages in length and utilizing the talents of many, many contributors well known in the fields of Ufology and paranormal research.
One of the main concepts we were trying to illuminate was the idea that aliens, grey and otherwise, do indeed have lives that matter. And they are not completely invulnerable to attack by humans. We present a large number of case histories in which humans assaulted aliens with guns, ran over them with cars, and imprisoned them in jail cells, etc., all as a response to humans’ fear of the unknown. In many cases, the aliens were perfectly harmless and did not deserve the mayhem unleashed on them.
Which doesn’t mean that the aliens don’t take a kind of vengeance in such cases – or at least make a show of force intended to demonstrate that they will defend themselves when necessary and are not intimidated. Like we humans, the aliens value their own lives and the lives of their fellow creatures.
But this line of thinking, in racial terms, also led us to do a section on Black and African-American UFO experiencers. Most of them are little known in the field, even among the so-called “experts,” but there are many cases of interaction between Blacks and aliens, and we present a great deal of them in “Alien Lives Matter.”
AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN BOARDS A UFO
There is, for example, one of the most famous instances of alien abduction, the Barney and Betty Hill case. A chapter in the book called “The Betty and Barney Hill Abduction – An African-American UFO Story,” written by researcher David J. Halperin, tells their story briefly.
“They were coming home from a vacation in Canada,” Halperin writes, “driving by night through the New Hampshire Mountains, when they noticed a light following them. The light seemed to move against
the background of the starry sky, suggesting pretty strongly that it wasn’t itself a heavenly body.”
The event was taking place in September, 1961. The story continues.
“Barney stopped the car, got out, and looked at the light through a pair of binoculars,” Halperin continues. “He saw a glowing, flat, pancake-shaped object with what seemed to be rows of lighted windows around its edges. Behind the windows were humanlike figures. Terrified, Barney fled back to the car and they zoomed off down the highway. The rest of the trip was surreal, dreamlike. Twice the Hills heard, or thought they heard, a series of beeps. That was all they remembered of the UFO before they arrived in Portsmouth at dawn, hours later than they’d expected.”
Those “missing” hours that Halperin is recounting have come to be a familiar element in the many alien abduction stories that were to follow in the nearly sixty years since the Hills’ encounter. In February 1964, under hypnosis with Boston psychiatrist Dr. Benjamin Simon, the details of one of the strangest encounters in the history of mankind would emerge in all its history-making glory once the alien-induced “amnesia” was penetrated.
What has often been overlooked is the fact that Barney was an African-American and the Hills were a mixed race couple in a time when the shadow of racism hung over such a union. The Civil Rights movement as led by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was in its early stages and Jim Crow laws still existed in many parts of the country. As the Hills made that fateful drive down the New Hampshire highway, Barney said later that he had been tired and considered stopping at a motel to sleep before continuing their journey.
But Barney decided against the idea simply because he didn’t want to risk the indignity of being turned away from a “whites only” motel.
Meanwhile, as Tim Beckley tells the tale, Barney had not been entirely passive with the aliens. He became exceedingly frightened seeing the strange aerial activity and stopped the car. During a session with Dr. Simon, Barney explained how he went about getting Betty’s handgun out of the trunk.
“I went to the trunk of the car,” Barney said, “and opened it and took out a gun I had concealed there and I put it in my pocket. And then I said, ‘Give me the binoculars.’ And I looked and I could see that the thing I thought was a plane had made a turn to the left toward Vermont, and kept turning and started coming right back.”
The craft got bigger and more menacing, Beckley writes. Under hypnosis, Barney started screaming “I’ve got to get my gun!” Betty’s niece, Kathleen Marden, decades later coauthored with Stanton Friedman a well-received book on the Hills’ experience called “Captured!” When Kathleen was asked whether the Hills had taken the handgun they’d been carrying onboard the craft with them while being abducted, she replied that they had not.
Why did they leave the pistol behind, considering they were so frightened? Could it have been because the couple had been given a “mental command” by the aliens to leave the weapon behind – for everyone’s safety? Things might have gone far worse for Betty and Barney if they had gone onboard the ship “packing heat.”
The Hill case serves very well to illustrate the two main themes of “Alien Lives Matter.” On the one hand, you have the potential violent aggression against the UFO occupants as evidenced by Barney placing the pistol in his pocket. Add to that the fact that Barney was an African-American UFO experiencer and you understand what Beckley calls the book’s “two-pronged” approach to the flying saucer phenomenon.
THE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER EXPERIENCERS
Tim Beckley’s longtime friend, Diane Tessman, runs a psychic counseling service and is a prolific author, with a great deal of her work
having been published by Beckley himself. When I was doing some proofreading chores for “Alien Lives Matter,” I was surprised to learn that Tessman is mother to a biracial daughter who is also a Ufologist. The daughter’s name is Gianna, and her father hails from Trinidad.
“Diane and her daughter are striking beauties,” Beckley writes. “One blond with green eyes and the other with curly brown hair and big, expression-filled brown eyes. A wondrous contrast. I don’t know of any other biracial individuals in UFO research or the paranormal, but I am honestly probably not completely informed as I am not working for the census bureau. Diane and Gianna, who is an experienced video photographer, have had a number of UFO experiences together. And Gianna has done some channeling, but not fulltime like her mother.”
The paranormal experiences mother and daughter have shared have served as a bonding mechanism, though it is sometimes difficult to separate their UFO encounters from other kinds of supernatural events. Perhaps it is better to withhold their stories so the reader can experience what the pair saw in the kind of detail not possible in the space allotted for this article.
THE BLACK MAN WHO RAN PROJECT BLUE BOOK
Did you know that the Air Force’s UFO reporting and analysis agency, the now defunct Project Blue Book, was once headed by an African-American?
Colonel Robert Friend was said to be one of the last surviving Tuskegee Airmen, an all-black unit flying single-engine planes into combat in the Mediterranean theater during World War II. After the war, Friend remained in the military in what became the Air Force, and, rising to lieutenant colonel, he directed Project Blue Book, holding the post from 1958 to 1963.
In a speech Friend gave at the National Atomic Testing Museum in 2017, he expressed skepticism about genuine alien UFOs having visited the Earth, but, unlike many of his colleagues, he favored further
research. He said he believed that the probability of there being life elsewhere in the big cosmos “is just absolutely out of this world.”
Friend died in 2019 at the age of ninety-nine.
BARBARA HUDSON – UFO CONTACTEE
Barbara Hudson was one of only a handful of females involved in the UFO phenomenon. In the 1960s, she was a consort of flying saucer pioneers Gray Barker and Jim Moseley, forming a trio that the average Middle American would probably find a little bit out of the ordinary, particularly because Barbara is Black. Barbara claimed to belong to a secret organization called “The Group.”
Hudson’s entrée into the 60s saucer scene began when three mysterious men showed up at her New York apartment and informed her that she’d been chosen to become a member of a secretive outfit involved with UFOs. The three mystery men drove Hudson to a remote stretch of Long Island where they arrived at a secluded compound. Hudson was introduced to other members of “The Group,” a secret alliance of humans and ETs who had joined forces to reveal the startling truth of the flying saucer mystery.
“The Group” was responsible for Hudson’s involvement with the UFO conference scene, and in fact directed her to attend one of Moseley’s conventions so they could “keep an eye on things.” At the time, when Tim Beckley was first starting to spread his wings as a publisher in the UFO field, he heard many of Barbara’s stories firsthand and felt that she related them with conviction, though there was no way to verify her claims. Which only added to Hudson’s “aura of mystery.”
“Alien Lives Matter” includes Barbara’s first-person account of a “human”-looking stranger appearing in her bedroom with piercing shafts of light for eyes. She was then taken aboard a ship in what seems to be a pretty standard abduction experience. The aliens told Barbara that they were visiting Earth in an attempt to “contact their own.” This, too, is
familiar, as many other contactees have also been told that they are special “chosen ones,” under the protection of the UFO occupants.
Again, one should read Barbara’s story in “Alien Lives Matter” to get a more complete account of her life as an African-American UFO experiencer.
AFRICAN-AMERICAN SHOW BIZ AND THE ALIEN INFLUENCE
Tim Beckley also relates the stories of some important Black entertainers and their interest in UFOs. Avant-garde jazz musician Sun Ra even claimed to be from another planet, sent from Saturn to preach peace to our war-ravaged planet.
Sun Ra claimed that a bright light appeared around him and his whole body changed into something else. He could see through himself.
“I went up – I wasn’t in human form – and I landed on a planet that I identified as Saturn. They teleported me and I was on a stage with them. They told me the world was going into complete chaos. I would speak through music and the world would listen. That’s what they told me!”
Another prominent African American musician is jazz flutist Bobbi Humphrey, who has impressive credits, having played alongside Duke Ellington and George Benson and being named Best Female Instrumentalist by “Billboard Magazine.”
“By her own admission,” Beckley writes, “Bobbi has seen things in the sky that were most unusual. She has also been fascinated by psychic phenomena since she was young and is an avid reader of magazines about the paranormal. Bobbi has personally had many, many experiences that could be labeled paranormal and confesses that she is a little frightened of the unseen bizarre realms that surround us. Bobbi is proof that African-Americans are just as hip on UFOs as any other group of open-minded folks.”
The late comedian Dick Gregory was a true crusader who was sometimes thought of as the country’s top back humorist. He told Beckley in an interview that he was certain UFOs exist – he’d seen them – and that a secret government controls what we are allowed to think and believe regarding UFOs and other matters.
Meanwhile, the late African-American entertainer, Sammy Davis, Jr., held a lively belief in UFOs, having made four observations that were “positively out of this world.” Davis told his UFO encounter stories to Beckley personally in a telephone interview arranged by jazz drummer Buddy Rich, who was also a believer. Davis told Beckley he had never feared whoever the flying saucer pilots were, although we don’t know what his buddy, the Chairman of the Board, Frank Sinatra, had to say on the subject.
Did aliens intervene to save the life of a young Jimi Hendrix? Read the riveting account of Hendrix surviving a killer blizzard that could easily have taken his life before the years when he would come to be regarded as the greatest rock guitarist of all time. The story is best left to readers of “Alien Lives Matter” who will appreciate learning the facts of Jimi’s relationship with the aliens and their keeping a careful watch over him so that he could fulfill his destiny as a leading musical figure of his time.
Richie Havens, the black folk music icon, claimed that as he was improvising the song “Freedom” on stage at the legendary Woodstock music festival in 1969 he saw a couple of UFOs dancing among the clouds. He also had other UFO sightings. Havens was so immersed in the subject that he showed up to speak at small UFO conferences held at the Village Gate in Greenwich Village.
Riley Martin was a Mississippi sharecropper who had multiple UFO encounters as a child and would achieve a kind of fame on shock jock Howard Stern’s radio program talking about his contact experiences, which continued well into his adulthood.
African-American twin sisters Shurlene and Earlene Wallace were typical abductees, frequently being taken from their bedrooms into strange alien environments. Shurlene wrote a book about their encounters called “From the Motherland to the Mothership,” the word “Motherland” being a reference to Africa.
Beckley provides a detailed history of Muhammad Ali and his UFO encounters, which are also related to Ali’s spiritual leader, Elijah Muhammad, who believed that the Biblical prophet Elijah was describing a UFO when he wrote about the “Mother Wheel” as a vision sent by God. Beckley spent time hanging out with Ali and interviewing the champ personally, and he reports on Ali’s experiences with both humor and heart.
Meanwhile, Stephen C. Finley is a Religious Studies professor at Louisiana State University who specializes in African-American religion and has made a thorough study of the Nation of Islam and its place in ushering in the belief in UFOs in the U.S. beginning in the 1930s, many years before Kenneth Arnold’s 1947 sighting of flying saucers that is usually said to be the starting point for the phenomenon in the modern era. Finley was a guest on Beckley’s podcast “Exploring the Bizarre,” cohosted by Tim R. Swartz, and still available to listen to on YouTube.
“Alien Lives Matter: It’s OK To Be Grey” involves the work of many writers and can truly be said to be “years in the making.” Read it for its unique perspective on humankind’s troubled responses to the alien presence, as well as for its embracing of racial diversity in a world still suffering from cruel forms of discrimination. To the greys, we are not white people or colored people – we are simply people.
With a population hovering around 20,000 today, Kingman is well-known for its location as a Route 66 gateway. Western star Andy Devine was born and raised in the town, and Clark Gable and Carole Lombard were married at the rectory of Saint John’s Methodist Episcopal Church, during a break in the shooting of “Gone with the Wind.” Pamela Anderson did one of her 1992 Playboy photo shoots at the corner of 4th Street and Andy Devine Avenue (US Route 66), and was brought in by the Kingman Police Department for indecent exposure. She was not charged, but was asked to write a letter of apology. (The town should apologize to her!)
It’s one of the most intriguing UFO “crash” cases of all time, which actually involves three separate episodes, starting in 1947 and continuing until today, but having its biggest impact in 1953. It even involves surviving human-alien occupants, gigantic forest fires which the ETs were thought to have been responsible for with the crash of their craft, and their escape from a guarded underground jail cell.
This has to be one of the greatest UFO mysteries of all time, but it is a case that has been pooh-poohed by skeptics who have never even checked into this intriguing tale. So it pretty much went by the wayside until historian Harry Drew stepped in and took matters into his own hands. His investigation has lasted over six years and is still ongoing.
The story of Kingman’s incredible UFO incident is a long and winding one, and is told in all its glorious detail in the massive, 538-page, oversized book, “Alien Lives Matter – It’s OK To Be Grey.” with its twenty odd contributors, including the authors of this article. Weighing in at 3.5 pounds, this is not a coffee table book – this is the coffee table!
The book is broken into two parts: Some call these cases mere “Urban Legends,” but, in shocking contrast, they are “all too real!” Over 20 of the world’s leading UFOlogists establish that humans have done battle with aliens over and over again, shooting at them, molesting them, hitting them, running them over, unleashing dogs upon them, and injuring — even killing them — through any means possible, as humans try to combat their fear of the unknown. In multiple instances, the aliens have fought back on land, in the air and in the seas. They have sought revenge, and, more often than not, gotten it, as these documented cases illustrate.
IS THERE A BLACK UFO EXPERIENCE?
The second part of the book’s “mission” is to dispel the concept held by many that African-Americans are not prone to have UFO experiences or to hold a belief or interest in the subject. Prof. Stephen Finley, of the University of Louisiana, explains how UFOs are part of the overall “Black experience.” Ours is a salute to the unsung “patriots of UFOlogy,” who have not been given the credit they deserve for their work in this field. We will cover this topic thoroughly in another piece.
KINGMAN WAS ONCE A GHOST OF A TOWN
Back when all the UFO activity got started, Kingman, AZ, was a “ghost of a town,” with about 3000 residents and a military base that had been closed for a while.
Of all the alleged UFO retrieval cases that have come to my attention, one incident – which is actually several incidents rolled up into one dynamic case – stands out, at least to us, above the rest.
This is a five star ***** case in anybody’s book – especially in ours!
It contains so many riveting elements that it’s hard to believe all these events took place over a period stretching from the late 1940s to 1953, but still continue in the area to this day for those “insiders” who are willing to persist in their investigations.
These “riveting elements” include:
** – An aerial overflight with a squadron of eight UFOs in fight formation.
** – At least one “UFO crash,” and two other “soft landings,” all documented and verified.
** – The connection between not one but two fierce forest fires and arson possibly caused by the arrival of “outside agitators.”
** – An incident in which human-looking Ultra-terrestrials were sighted in the area and taken into “protective custody,” only to have them vanish under the strangest of circumstances.
** – The disembarking in a “peculiar vehicle” to points unknown by unknown alien allies.
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AN ATOMIC BOMB TEST
No one can be a hundred percent certain why Kingman attracted so much – almost maniacal – attention from the “sky people,” though an atomic bomb test in a neighboring state may have drawn them to the area.
One witness, Judith Ann Wolcott, has gone on record with the following proclamation concerning an atomic bomb test and the sighting of a UFO in close proximity.
“On May 19, 1953, at 05:05 AM local time, at Yucca Flat, Nevada, around 175 miles north of Kingman, one of a series of nuclear tests under the umbrella code-named Upshot-Knothole was set off. Sunrise that day was around 6:21, so, at the time of the blast the whole of the night sky was dark except for a slight pre-dawn glow along the eastern horizon. Within seconds of the blast some sort of a dark airborne object moving at an ultra-high rate of speed swept past to the east, traveling in a southerly direction almost as though it came from the test site tracking on a slightly downward trajectory and headed toward the mountains to the south.
“As the object lost altitude, suddenly a huge flash of light lit up the sky in the nearby mountains forward of the southern horizon. All along the object appeared to be unsteady, fairly thin, and possibly flat-circular. Although the sun was below the horizon the object was still high enough that it was able to catch the direct rays of the sun, wobbling enough that it was able to throw off a brilliant glint of sunlight from some portion of its underside as it tipped upward only to disappear as it tipped back. The flash of light near the base of the mountains was soon followed by a sound like a single clap of thunder.”
One individual has gone a long way in convincing me that that a series of UFO “crashes” outside the town of Kingman, AZ, might well be the most important UFO recovery case of all time, far surpassing even Roswell in notoriety and documentation.
We shall hear from historian Harry Drew as we continue down one long sandy desert road to find out the truth about the UFO retrieval at Kingman.
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Turning back the clock to Friday, May, 22, 1953, the headline on the front page of the “Prescott Courier” cried out –
“DON’T LOOK NOW, BUT FLYING SAUCERS RETURN”
While the header just over the story itself reads: – “OBJECTS NOTED IN FORMATION FOR FULL HOUR”
FULL TEXT RELATED TO THE KINGMAN INCIDENT
“Return of Flying Saucers over Prescott with graphic accounts of their capers in the skies were reported here Friday to give credence to the stories of spaceships possibly from the outer world.
“Three reliable Prescott residents, one of whom previously scoffed at the stories of flying saucers and spaceships, were a bit reluctant Friday to tell of their witnessing the acrobatics of a ‘herd’ of these mysterious objects.
“The men, Bill Beers, president of the Prescott Sportsmen’s Club, Ray Temple, a post office employee, and O. Ed Olson, told of watching eight disc-like objects in the sky Thursday morning.
“The three had gone to Del Rio Springs Creek, some thirty miles north of the city, to check for trout placed in the stream for this week’s children’s fishing derby when they noticed the objects. They couldn’t believe what they saw: eight flying saucers appearing simultaneously.
“Temple was first to see the saucers and called them to the attention of his companions. Temple and Beers both gave a description of the objects and their activity to a Courier reporter.
“Beer, who has flown planes in the past 20 years, said the objects could not possibly have been planes, birds or balloons. He said that until yesterday he had pooh-poohed reports on flying saucers, but he was ‘no longer a skeptic.’
“Beers said the objects appeared to be about 10,000 feet in the air, but it was hard to judge not knowing the size of the craft.
“Both Beers and Temple said two of the discs remained alone and stationary during the hour as they were observed around 10 AM yesterday morning. The two stationary objects swooped around in formation, broke formation, ‘peeled-off’ and shot directly up and down in a manner that could not be duplicated by a plane. When the (eight crafts) moved, they varied from very slow to speeds faster than a jet plane, the observers reported.
“After performing these aerial acrobatics for an hour, all eight of the craft then sped off together toward Prescott.
“The day previous, March 20th, a woman and her granddaughter saw a ‘glowing object’ drifting over Copper Basin Road.”
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THE EARLY ELEMENTS OF THE STORY
As it turns out, the Kingman incident is a touchy subject indeed, as it has long been covered up to a large degree by a cloak of disinformation and deception, due to a large degree of ignorance on the part of those who have not bothered to check the “facts” on their own, but have simply relied upon the negative reports issued by others who have never been to the scene or looked into the history of the case. Truly, it is a an incident – actually, a series of incidents – with many layers, a mystery inside a riddle, that has remained for the most part hidden under the desert sands of Arizona for generations, but thanks to one individual the Kingman retrieval is now about to be revealed in a new light.
If it wasn’t for an article published more than halfway across the country twenty years after the incident is said to have taken place, we probably would never have had the opportunity to learn about the incident in question. The original reference comes from an article that appeared in the Farmington, Massachusetts, edition of the “Middlesex News,” published on April 23, 1973. It came to light because a young man was planning to do a science project for school. The article came to the attention of longtime UFO researcher Raymond Fowler, who followed up on the case and was able to locate the key witness to the retrieval who maintains that he was in the military and assigned to the scene for recovery purposes.
The man, first identified as Fritz Werner for “security purposes,” was later revealed as being Arthur Stansel. Meeting with Werner/Stansel, Raymond Fowler was able to get the witness to this incredible event to sign an affidavit swearing to his role in the Kingman incident. It is part of a 95-page report prepared by Fowler at the time for the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena.
I, Fritz Werner, do solemnly swear that during a special assignment with the U.S. Air Force, on May 21, 1953, I assisted in the investigation of a crashed unknown object in the vicinity of Kingman, Arizona.
The object was constructed of an unfamiliar metal which resembled brushed aluminum. It had impacted twenty inches into the sand without any sign of structural damage. It was oval and about 30 feet in diameter. An entranceway hatch had been vertically lowered and opened. It was about 3-1/2 feet high and 1-1/2 feet wide. I was able to talk briefly with someone on the team who did look inside only briefly. He saw two swivel seats, an oval cabin, and a lot of instruments and displays.
A tent pitched near the object sheltered the dead remains of the only occupant of the craft. It was about 4 feet tall, dark brown complexion and had 2 eyes, 2 nostrils, 2 ears, and a small round mouth. It was clothed in a silvery, metallic suit and wore a skull cap of the same type material. It wore no face covering or helmet.
I certify that the above statement is true by affixing my signature to this document this day of June 7, 1973.
Signature: Fritz Werner Date Signed: June 7, 1973 Witnessed By: Raymond E. Fowler Date Signed: June 7, 1973
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Not one to rest on his laurels, Fowler attempted to substantiate the background of Stansel, which bought him in touch with such sources as Wright-Patterson AFB, Project Blue Book personnel, the Stanford Research Institute and “a number of persons within the military-industrial complex.” And while Fowler admits that “no additional witnesses could be found, the peripheral names, positions, tests, dates, and places mentioned within Mr. Werner’s personal account all check out exceptionally well.”
As part of the affidavit swore:
“On May 20, 1953, I worked most of the day at Frenchman Flat. In the evening, I received a phone call from the test director, Dr. Ed Doll, informing me that I was to go on a special job the next day. On the following day, around 4:30 P.M., I reported for special duty and was driven to Indian Springs Air Force Base near the proving ground where I joined about fifteen other specialists.
“There, we were put on a bus with other personnel who were already there. The bus windows were all blacked out, so that we couldn’t see where we were going. We rode for an estimated four hours. I think we were in the area of Kingman, Arizona, which is northwest of Phoenix and not too far from the Atomic Proving Ground in Nevada. During the bus trip, we were told by an Air Force full-Colonel that a super-secret Air Force vehicle had crashed and that since we were all specialists in certain fields, we were to investigate the crash in terms of our own specialty and nothing more.
“Finally, the bus stopped and we disembarked one at a time as our names were called, and escorted by military police to the area that we were to inspect. Two spotlights were centered on the crashed object, which was ringed with guards. The lights were so bright that it was impossible to see the surrounding area. The object was oval and looked like two deep saucers, one inverted upon the other. It was about thirty feet in diameter with convex surfaces, top and bottom. These surfaces were about twenty feet in diameter. Part of the object had sunk into the ground. It was constructed of a dull silver metal like brushed aluminum. The metal was darker where the saucer ‘lips’ formed a rim, around which were what looked like slots. A curved open hatch door was located on the leading end and was vertically lowered. There was a light coming from inside, but it could have been installed by the Air Force.
“My particular job was to determine, from the angle and the depth of impact into the sand, how fast the vehicle’s forward and vertical velocities were at the time of impact. The impact had forced the vehicle approximately twenty inches into the sand. There were no landing gear. There also were no marks or dents, that I can remember, on the surface – not even scratches. Questions asked, having nothing to do with our own special areas, were not answered.”
Harry Drew resides in Kingman, Arizona, right in the hub of all this unusual UFO-related “chaos” on the ground and in the sky. Drew is highly regarded for his professional ethics, impeccable credentials and trusted results as an old-fashioned, Indiana Jones-type of researcher who takes his fieldwork seriously and has an uncanny ability to ferret out the truth no matter how it‘s been distorted.
Drew is a Cultural Resource Specialist in Ancient Civilizations, a former Director and Curator of Museums of History, Anthropology and Archeology, as well as being a newspaper columnist and author of history for the past 40 years. Drew is also an experienced documentarian with expertise in visual media, photography, television and film production, and in the field of fine arts.
After years of research, Drew uncovered evidence indicating that the Kingman UFO story was the blending of several UFO events, one about a UFO landing and the other about a UFO crash that
happened four days later. Then Drew discovered there had been a third UFO which crashed and was an event missed altogether by “outsiders,” because word about all three UFOs and what happened during those ”7 Days In May”™ 1953 was a closely guarded secret mutually agreed to by Kingman residents but denied to “nonlocals.”
“In 1947,” Harry Drew notes, “‘UFO attacks at Kingman made front page news two days before the Roswell UFO crash story broke, even mentioning the direction the saucers came from. Newspaper accounts of UFOs over Kingman thrived in July 1947, even before the incident at Roswell had gotten implanted in the public’s consciousness.”
On the 7th of July, near Port Kingman, Arizona, mystery lights were observed. A newspaper account states: “Mrs. Albert Steele of Rutland reported seeing an oval-shaped, multi-colored flying saucer hovering over the CVPS gas plant early Monday morning during a heavy rain storm. The center of the ‘saucer’ was so bright she could not look at it steadily for any length of time, she said. She awakened her husband, she said, and he looked out the window and then went back to bed. ‘I’m always waking him during storms,’ she said. ‘He usually goes back to sleep.”‘
ALIENS SURVIVE CRASH — FROM THE PRIVATE FILES OF HARRY DREW
June 21, 1950, there is a UFO crash one mile away from the later May 24, 1953 UFO crash on the north face of the 8,256 foot high Hualapai Mountain. In the 1953 crash, there were two aliens who survived but were injured and one thought to be dead. There were also two UFO crew members said to be posing as “ambulance drivers” who picked up several of their “companions” who have been locked up in protective custody but were seen wandering the streets of Kingman.
TWO MASSIVE FOREST FIRES
The first fire was in 1950, the second in 1953. Both involved “strangers” found wandering about seemingly “out of place,” and out of touch with reality. They were immediately thought of as having somehow been involved in setting the fires.
“There was,” Drew explains, “a massive forest fire caused by what locals swore was from a disc falling from the sky into dense forest land on Hualapai Mountain 16 miles ‘easterly’ of Kingman.
“And it was also Sheriff Porter who later had to deal with the 1953 Kingman UFOs; the last of the three UFOs to go down was the second of two that crashed. It went down mid-morning on May 24, 1953 and was witnessed by locals who described it as a disc falling from the sky and crashing into dense forest land on Hualapai Mountain, starting a massive forest fire right in front of everyone in Old Town Kingman! This UFO crashed one mile from where the 1950 UFO went down. These forest fires were fought by the same men using the same primitive equipment each time.”
According to a clipping supplied by Drew, “It is estimated that 14,000 to 16,000 acres have been burnt over. Six cattle have been found burned to death, and other cattle with burns which have been found are now being treated. A total of 440 men who helped fight the fire are recorded on the time sheets, and an estimated $12,000 to $14,000 cost to the government and county has been caused by the fire, the Bureau of Land Management reports.
“No guess as to the origin of the fire has been made, and it is still too early to make an investigation into the cause. According to the sheriff’s office, no trace has as yet been found of the three men that Captain John A. Warren of the National Guard reported bringing to Kingman. The men boarded an ambulance in front of the hospital, according to Warren, and that is the last that has been heard of them.
“A reporter for ‘The Miner’ checked the Mohave General Hospital at press time this afternoon and hospital manager Joseph A. Copps said that their institution had not treated a single person for injuries suspected in the firefighting operation.”
How about that then, dear folks?
Drew adds that the only two roads leading in and out of town were both closed. There was no such thing as ERs or Burn Centers at the time. There were no other hospitals close by and those hospitals that existed were a considerable distance from Kingman, but they were contacted and asked if several men and been treated for burns. The few hospitals within the region reported no burn victims were seen or treated during the timeframe in question. Nor did any of the hospitals observe any vehicles resembling an ambulance, as had been said to have picked up the men.
AN INTERVIEW WITH A SURVIVING DEPUTY
“I am proud to say,” Drew continues, “that I did a supervised interview with the last surviving Deputy from this time period just before he passed away. Without leading this elderly man, he cooperated and volunteered clear recollections that matched information I was finding in my research and interviews with other witnesses. Of great interest was what happened early on when a Forest Service worker bringing up more supplies to fire crews noticed two individuals wearing some kind of coveralls (flight suits) who were also seen and described at the time by a third party, as ‘two strange looking men’ who were observed wandering aimlessly around, as if they were lost, or disoriented, right near where the forest fire had started (aka crash site).”
It was thought that they might have been arsonists!
TAKEN INTO CUSTODY – AND THEN THEY VANISHED!
“When these ‘two strange looking men’ were questioned by a Forest Service worker, they would not respond or even speak. Knowing there had been no thunderstorms and lightning (contrary to UFO tales told today), the Forest Service Worker suspected the fire was arson-related and the ‘two strange looking men’ were taken into custody and transported to the Sheriff’s office located in Old Town Kingman, where they were locked up inside a concrete vault built below ground level that has no openings except for a locked entry/exit door that is inside the Sheriff‘s office. This vault still exists and is located in the basement of the historic 1915 Courthouse, which has been off limits to the public for the past 35 years.
“I met with the Mohave County Court Security Chief and talked about documents I found detailing the layout of the Sheriff’s office in 1953. After describing some of the particulars in the documents to the Security Chief, he took me into the old Sheriff’s office and allowed me to enter restricted areas, shoot photographs of any area I wanted, including the oak chair the Forest Service worker sat on while waiting for the Sheriff, and then permitted me to enter, photograph and fully examine the interior of the concrete vault where two ETs vanished!
“Deputies knew the Sheriff would want to personally question the ‘two strange looking men’ and said that to the Forest Service worker, who then sat down on that oak chair I mentioned, still right by the door to the Detention Room (Concrete Vault). This was an extraordinary discovery for me. No changes after 60 years!
“When the Sheriff arrived and was briefed about what happened he no doubt had a flashback to what happened in 1947, then again in 1950. This had the same sulfur smell of being the hell he already went through and it was back again on May 24, 1953! Whether from a secret promise to himself, or to those with him at the Sheriff’s office, Sheriff Porter was ready to deal with this and did so just moments after stepping into the concrete vault to confirm the ‘two strange looking men’ who had been locked up inside had VANISHED without a trace. No one saw anything!”
THE REMOVAL OF THE CRAFT AND WHERE IT WAS TAKEN
Harry Drew points out, and rightfully so, that there has been a great deal of conjecture about how the craft that came down were removed, how they were able to make the journey over such seemingly rough terrain, and where all the recovered objects ended up. The retrieval is a fascinating mystery in itself. The wherefores can all be found in the works of Mr. Drew, on his web site and in the various interviews he has given to us and others. https://www.kingmanufocrashes.com/
Interviews with Harry Drew On Our YouTube Channel, “Mr UFOs Secret Files”
Recently I was a guest on Frank Morano’s “The Other Side Of Midnight” show on WABC, a 50,000 watt station out of Manhattan. I have become a “regular” on the show and together Frankie and I talk about some very twisted topics. And instead of doing the interviews over the telephone, I hop into a cab at 2 AM and head uptown and show myself in the station’s studio. I love the idea of a “hot mic,” I love radio.
I have always loved the Islands. Have visited there for “research purposes” several times. I have collected any number of stories regarding the strange unidentified objects that are often seen before “disaster strikes.”
My “Kahuna Power“ book contains a great deal of valuable information on the topic some of which I excerpt for purposes of this article.
ON A VISION QUEST
Before I went on my Hawaiian vision quest, I had heard about the strange phenomenon of fireballs from Arte Johnson, actor, comedian and at one time a regular on TV’s Laugh In series. I had been a stringer for the Enquirer and some of the lesser tabloids and regularly interviewed celebrities. To satisfy my own curiosity, I always tossed in a question or two pertaining to any personal belief or experiences with UFOs or the paranormal they might have had. Quite often I was rewarded with a fascinating story, some of which can be found in my literary masterpiece, UFOs Among The Stars.
Arte revealed that he and his wife had been making pilgrimages to the islands for quite a few years and had made friends with the Kahuna, the local shamans who have learned to utilize the powers of the mind to their fullest extent, enabling devotees to walk on fiery coals and to perform other feats of mind-over-matter.
Because of their willingness to accept that which is often considered taboo, Arte says that the Kahuna have taken both him and Gisela into their confidence, and have shown them what they consider to be the relentless wanderings of the dead.
“There’s a place on the Big Island,” says Arte, “where you can see lights which the local natives believe to be the spirits of unworthy souls, those who have not found their way into the equivalent of the Hawaiian heaven. We’ve seen that many times. They’re fireballs in the distance, and they travel from right to left over the harbor at Kona. They travel the same path all the time. The natives claim that in order to keep them away, you must swear at them. Well, since we started seeing them, we’ve learned to swear a lot.”
According to the entertainer, the meandering lights will often arrive in twos and threes, and then split up before they drop below the horizon. Johnson admits that he’s baffled.
“Personally,” he says, “I have no idea what they could be. The only airport in the area closes at sundown, so those lights don’t come from it, and we have seen these things at one and two in the morning. There certainly remains a big question in my mind. Until I find an answer, I have to think that maybe the natives are right, and that we are actually seeing ghostly apparitions. That’s as good an explanation as any. Before going to Hawaii, I never thought to believe in anything along these lines, but I’ve since found that many of the Hawaiians’ so-called superstitions have a basis in reality. For me, they’ve borne fruit!”
As my metaphysically minded colleague Maria Carta noted on our flight from the islands back to Kennedy Airport, “One almost gets the impression that there are more gods and spirits floating around in the Hawaiian nether-regions than there are people living in this wonderful land.”
“The truth is,” my psychic friend reflected, “that there are so many gods that nobody can remember their names. Therefore, there is even a name for all the gods as a group.”
Maria (a recognized psychic on the mainland) and I had flown to the Hawaiian Islands in 1986 as part of a research pilgrimage. With my lifelong interest in unidentified objects, which had gotten me the monocle MR UFO, naturally I wasn’t returning to my digs without looking into the matter of the mysterious fireballs Arte Johnson had been so excited about when I had spoken with him a decade before our travels.
Believe it or not, the islanders have a name for their version of UFOs or spook lights. They identified the specters as the akualete. Early in the trip, we hooked up with Kalani Hanohano, one of the most knowledgeable experts on the folklore of the islands whose now defunct journal Full Moon was read by scholars and laymen all over the world. Kalani amassed a huge file of anecdotal material pertaining to the akualete, which often appear at night, taking on the form of fireballs shooting across the sky and then evaporating or exploding in midair, breaking up into small flames, each moving and withering on their own, indicating that these puffs of light are animate objects. Much of the material here was supplied by Kalani.
Most often, the akualete are thought of by the Hawaiians as either ancestral or nature spirits. Mind you, they don’t dismiss them as being extraterrestrial in origin, it’s just not a theory that is easily applicable to their magically inclined heritage.
One resident related a fascinating tale involving the akualete and his more or less superstitious family. In this case, which was told to me by an elderly gentleman living on Maui, a mixed marriage had taken place, which was not acceptable to one side of the family due to racial and religious differences. One of the husband’s cousins brought in a Kahuna, who recited a prayer, the result of which brought a fireball to the bride and groom’s house. Neighbors saw the bright object fall on the house. The old Kahuna priest, however, could not properly execute the prayer because it required long breath control. He collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, where he lay dying.
The fireball had no real effect on the house. The elderly man told me that it was not because the Kahuna failed in his prayer, but because the young groom was the descendant of the Ma’iola god and had not needed to swear to render the fireball impotent.
In another instance, there was an 88-year-old woman living at Maunalani Heights on Oahu who said that in the 1940s she was startled by a bright light at her front door. It was a fireball. She said that someone in her family was against her. She prayed for divine guidance, and in a dream that night she learned that one family member was jealous of her.
I also learned that a male Hawaiian living in the Kailua area on the Kona Coast of Hawaii said that when he was a young man, a fireball of bright yellow light crashed through the air and flew over and under some trees. He was just about to swear at it when the akualete smashed into a tree and exploded into lots of small flames.
Fireball witnesses are apparently plentiful. I had no trouble finding people who had seen them. One young man told me that while he was driving down Old Pali Road on Oahu a fireball passed slowly in front of his car. The engine died. But as soon as the fireball left, the engine kicked into life again.
In another case, two men were driving along the same Old Pali Road when a fireball appeared. The driver stopped the car, got out and started to swear. The fireball broke up into small balls. The driver told me that those flaming fragments become little mythical men called e’epa, elemental beings no doubt!
A 17-year-old female once saw a fireball hovering above her head at about fifty feet. It spun in flight and then crashed to the ground. A man and his wife spotted a huge luminous blue fireball that fell almost at their feet. When the wife tried to touch it, it reared up and flew away.
BLAZING STARS AND FLYING FLAMES
Earthlights have been long associated with erupting volcanoes. A couple of years back, I flew to Costa Rica as my alter ego Mr. Creepo on American Express travel points to film a low budget horror epic titled Skin Eating Jungle Vampires. Yet, despite the primary reason for my trip, I could not let the paranormal take a backseat to anything else. (Besides, the jeep my lead actress Carla Anderson and I rented didn’t have one!)
If you’ve been to Costa Rica, you realize there isn’t much in the way of highway markers to lead you in the right (or any) direction. So we were lost in the jungle for two days before we arrived at our destination. The Arenal volcano is always blowing its stack. Some days it would be less active. Other days you would think the volcano was going to spew forth molten lava like it last did a few years ago, killing several people.
On our way, we stopped wherever we could to refuel and look for a compass (almost impossible to find anywhere in the country). Nearing the volcano, we had a bite to eat at a restaurant where the lady proprietor spoke English (Spanish is the national language). When we mentioned UFOs, her eyes lit up.
“They have been around the volcano where you are going for years,” she told us while running back and forth to the kitchen. “The locals believe that the objects draw on the energy of Arenal.”
The “Arenal Lights,” we were told, are most often described as “blazing stars” or “flying flames.” Seen at night, they are bright green or orange like the end of a hot poker. Supposedly there is some sort of hidden base beneath the volcano.
Likewise, in Popocatepeti, Mexico, UFOs have been seen and photographed skyrocketing in and out of the active volcano over the course of the last few years (surf over to JeffRense.com for more details). We have also been told that there have been many sightings of earthlights in the twilight around Mount St. Helen’s in Washington, just above its rim at 8300 feet. Many of these luminous objects were seen just before Mount St. Helen’s last major eruption, and there was another spate of UFOs seen there in 2004-2005. So what should we expect but another “blowup” shortly?
One thing our extensive research has shown us is that the volcanoes of Hawaii have it all over any other volcanoes in the world as far as strange phenomena go, tying in directly with the state’s patron fire goddess, known as Madame Pele.
Madame Pele is the Polynesian goddess of fire. Many Hawaiians consider her to be very real. Many more who pride themselves on being “civilized and sophisticated” would nevertheless think twice about doing anything to offend her. When she first came to Hawaii, legend has it Madame Pele took up residence in the crater on Diamond Head, which is the famous landmark at the end of Waikiki Beach. When the islands had their first leader, Kamehameha, she moved to Kilauea. She favored the great leader and took his side during his early conquests, causing the volcano to erupt at the right time to cut off enemy troops with her lava.
Madame Pele is actually said to live in the pit crater of Halemaumau, which is in the center of Kilauea’s caldera (cauldron). She is both loved and feared. You do not offend Pele. Chances are that nothing will happen if you do, but then…who knows? Something may just happen.
The old Hawaiian legend has it that shortly before an eruption, Madame Pele makes an appearance in human form. This is her way of warning the people to beware. On May 14, 1924, at Waiohinu in the southwest province of Ka’u on the Big Island, The HonoluluAdvertiser reported that a resident had seen a tall, strange but beautiful woman dressed in white and with flowing red hair.
At the time, there was very little tourism in Hawaii, and the natives tended to know each other. The individual was a stranger. Several other people reported seeing the same unusual woman walking along a country lane. She spoke to no one and was not seen again. Four days later, on May 18, Kilauea, which had been rumbling for nearly a month, exploded. Huge, towering clouds of dust rose more than 20,000 feet above the crater. An eight-ton boulder was lifted into the air and deposited a quarter of a mile away.
Madame Pele had given her warning.
THE PHANTOM HITCHHIKER
Recently a man was traveling from Kamuela to Hilo. It was about eight o’clock at night and he was on a lonely stretch of Saddle Road. He suddenly saw a woman standing beside the road. He pulled over. He asked her where she was going and she said, “To Hilo.” He gave her a lift. She sat in the back seat. She was quiet. A few miles later, he turned around to say something to her, but she was gone. Frightened, he floored the gas pedal and sped into Hilo to tell someone that he had had Madame Pele in his car.
I spoke to a bus driver who had a frightening experience. He told me that late one night he was driving his bus on the volcano road when he spotted an elderly woman waiting at the bus stop. He picked her up. She was the only passenger on the bus and she told him where she would like to get off. When he reached the spot, he stopped the bus and opened the door. He waited for the woman to get off, but she didn’t. He turned to see where she was. She was gone. The experience scared him so much that he quit the job.
Our friend, Joseph Ilda, a herbal healer who was nearing ninety when we met him, had seen Pele twice and says he can tell from the way she is dressed what kind of disaster is likely to transpire.
“Dressed as a white ghost, it means that there will soon be a volcanic eruption,” he contends. “If she appears in a long cape similar to the one worn by the late Hawaiian kings, you can rest assured that there will be a tidal wave or hurricane.”
On the other hand, if Pele is dressed in black, Joseph feels that “sudden death” or a “great tragedy” is not likely to be more than 24 hours away.
Joseph Ilda feels somehow that the ability to see Madame Pele is inherited.
“This type of thing usually runs in the family,” he says. “My grandfather was stopped on the road by her and told he shouldn’t pass. Later, he found there was some sort of disaster just up ahead. Another time, the spirits spoke to him and told him where some old Hawaiian silver pieces were buried. He found them exactly as he was directed.”
Joseph was driving with three young men when he saw Pele at the side of the road. She was dressed in a long cloak and was soaking wet. “We went on our way fishing,” he said, “and I said we should turn around. I told them that there was going to be trouble in three days. I was so certain about this that I tried to contact my wife, who had gone away fishing on the other side of the island. When I couldn’t reach her myself, I had the police get in touch with her to tell her to return home before the rains and wind hit. Luckily, she got back before the road washed out.”
“Funny thing is, there was considerable damage all around our house. The roofs of the two homes on either side of us were blown right off and one of them even damaged our back fence, but our house wasn’t touched at all.”
Proof once again that Madame Pele warns those who believe in her!
WHO IS MADAME PELE?
She is a goddess who legend has it came from Tahiti to live in Hawaii with her seven brothers and six sisters. All of the children were experts in some form of sorcery and in the hula. Pele can assume many body and object forms. She can change herself into a blazing flame, a beautiful young girl or an old hag.
When Madame Pele is a beautiful woman, she is given to ferocious tantrums of rage and jealousy. In a snit, she can stamp her foot on the ground and cause it to tremble with earthquakes. Cracks will suddenly appear in the soil and there will be huge torrents of molten lava, which will chase those who have angered her. Sometimes the fire goddess will ride the first wave of liquid rock, screaming oaths and throwing flaming boulders at her enemies. This is the side of Madame Pele that is seen most often. Her most prominent emotions are all negative—anger, jealousy, bad temper and sulkiness.
These are all aspects of things we have heard in regard to our alien planet while conducting this study. Whatever you can say or conclude about Pele, she is certainly an important aspect of the world we live on.