By Sean Casteel
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.
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