INSIDE THE SAUCERS – A RETROSPECT

By Timothy Green Beckley

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Looking “out of style”, Beckley gazes in wonderment at a painting of Orthon the Venusian space traveler whom George Adamski claims to have met in the California desert.

While its open for debate, I can trace my UFOlogical roots back to 1957 when I sighted two objects revolving overhead in the sky. One was hovering over an abandoned factory building across the street from where I lived in New Jersey, while the other stood still almost directly above the house that my grandparents owned. I didn’t observe any portholes, “little green men” didn’t wave to me, but I fully realized — despite a pronouncement by the authorities in the paper a couple of days later to the effect that we were all hypnotized by the appearance of a couple of weather balloons — that these lights, objects, craft (call them what you may) seemed to be under intelligent control. Indeed, they were not bobbing and weaving in the air current. In fact, they seem to know what they were doing (whatever that was), which I think — at least partly — was to get my attention and to push me into unknown territory.

And boy did they ever!

I went and purchased all the material I could find on the subject (including a copy of Fate magazine), started writing letters to the local newspaper and harassing a couple of reporters who I knew kind of went along with my thinking on the subject, that we were being observed by someone — or something — else.

So its been more than half a century now since I threw my hat into the flying saucer ring ding. As fate had it (there are NO coincidences my dozens of personal synchronicities have proven to me) I became an “authority” on the subject, published several nationally distributed newsstand magazines on UFOs, and today as a publisher of my own micro mini “empire,” can lay claim to having published nearly 300 volumes on the paranormal (to see most of them simply go to Amazon.com and type in Inner Light – Global Communications under books).

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Inside the Saucers – Mr. UFOs Teenage Years

To commemorate my more than half a century UFOlogical folly, I decided to reprint the first book we ever published back in 1964. Its a real collectors item, and we have to thank Flying Saucer Digest’s Rick Hilberg for photo copying this rather “rough looking” tome which was printed on a spirit duplicator (how fitting). The material, even by today’s standards is interesting, exciting and probably covers a lot newbies may not be familiar with as its origins are almost prehistoric.

The following is my thinking on UFOs today versus yesteryear. The book has been reformatted by associate Tim Swartz, some new art drawn and revised by Carol Ann Rodriguez, and a handful of photos added to “dress up” the book. We also have to thank Sean Casteel for finding a few typos that might have been overlooked during the glorious Sixties. So here then is a brief preview of the collectors item known as INSIDE THE SAUCERS (with special thanks to all our friends).

                                        BACK A BIT IN TIME – FLYING SAUCER STYLE

A lot of boys my age were probably starting to think about girls and sneaking a peek at their father’s Playboy collection. Well, it took me a few years to get into the sins of the flesh. (As it turned out, about ten years later, I became the adult movie review critic for “Hustler Magazine.”) Instead, at 14 or 15, I was reading magazines like “Fate” and “Flying Saucers From Other Worlds.” And, along the way, I hooked up with a small collective of other would-be teen UFOlogists.

Let me clarify: we weren’t particularly geeks or nerds (such terms hadn’t even been coined yet), but we did have some fairly lofty ideals when it came to the subject of flying saucers and their presumed alien crews. Lured by the magic of NASA’s earliest missions and a full-blown nationalistic battle to beat the Russians into orbiting a satellite, we were more into the cosmos than into what we possibly thought at the time were more mundane earthly matters…like keeping our grades up in school.

By “coincidence,” we all met through a column in Ray Palmer’s digest magazine. “Flying Saucers” was an offbeat, bantam-sized publication that cost a whopping thirty-five cents and which you either had to subscribe to or hunt for in the back rows and racks of some pretty obscure newsstands. Palmer had edited a pulp science fiction magazine out of Chicago called “Amazing Stories,” where he tied in underground civilizations, lost worlds and the sightings of some pretty strange, fan-dangled, whirling disc-shaped objects that were just beginning to be seen in the sky all over the United States following World War II.

It was 1962-63 and we were thirsty for knowledge. There was no Internet. No cell phones. So, if you had an inquisitive mind, you read. And if you were into UFOs, Palmer’s zine was about the only ballgame in town devoted entirely to the subject. And I know I was eager to seek out others who shared my interest and might have information to exchange. And so on my manual typewriter I wrote a letter to Palmer Publications about my interests and he published it alongside similar communiques. Correspondence was exchanged through the mail with others who had gotten my address from the pages of this strange little magazine devoted to a very fringe topic. In fact, we were making friends all over the world, in countries that we couldn’t immediately pinpoint on the map.

I suppose I think of myself as a second generation UFO researcher. Or more accurately as a Fortean mindful of the depth and scope of Charles Fort’s contribution to unexplained phenomena and his dedication of hours spent going through dusty newspaper files and scientific journals gathering dust in libraries in the U.S. and the UK.

Truth is, I wasn’t on the scene when the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena was formed, nor did I ever become a member of APRO, the Aerial Phenomena Research Organization, which was a bit more liberal-minded when it came to UFOs, who was inside, and what their mission in coming to earth might be. NICAP was strictly “nuts-and-bolts,” as we say, and was determined to prove that UFOs were physical craft from outer space. They went after reports by pilots, cops and scientific types, while APRO was keen on collecting reports of humanoid beings seen in association with the craft. They were picking up reports from all over Europe and South America, while NICAP centered its attention on butting heads with the Air Force over what they felt was an attempt to stonewall the topic and to keep the saucers a closely guarded secret from the American public.

At some point – circa 1963/64 – I decided to throw my own saucer-shaped hat into the UFOlogical ring and start my own organization as well as an affiliated publication which we called (no drum roll necessary on this uninspired name) “The Interplanetary News Service Report.”

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Beckley’s first UFO publication. The Interplanetary News Service Report had a catchy cover by Canadian artist Gene Duplantier of a UFO “ambushing” an American submarine.

The organization and its publication quickly grew from a few dozen members to over 1500, probably making us the third largest organization of its type in the country. Some members knew my age, others didn’t – none seemed to care! I was putting out a pretty impressive 40 page publication with the aid of some very credible – and incredible – associates, until I got an offer from Jim Moseley which I couldn’t refuse, allowing him to take over our rank and file membership roster and combine our subscriptions with his more professionally-produced magazine “Saucer News.” To sweeten the pot, he offered to make me Managing Editor of his magazine and to pay me a weekly salary. Hell, how could I say no? I guess this sort of officially ended my career as a teenage UFOlogist, but not as a “teenage werewolf” as I went on to produce a couple of B-movie horror films under the moniker of Mr. Creepo.

I could blow by you a lengthy list of names of those who started out around the same time as I did in a quest for the truth about the “Space Brothers,” but the majority have disappeared, if indeed they even stuck around long enough to be considered part of the scene.

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1979 National UFO Conference in Green Bay, WI. L to R: Tim Beckley, Rick Hilberg and Jim Moseley.

I do remember fondly several aspiring individuals who have passed on to some heavenly realm or other dimension, but should be acknowledged as to the role they played, both in the development of my career and in UFO matters in general. There would be Al Manak of “Flying Saucer Digest” fame, Gray Barker, my first major book publisher and the editor of “The Saucerian,” and, of course, “Saucer News” publisher Jim Moseley, the court jester of a budding field of research who managed to keep things moving and grooving, even during the periods when the saucers weren’t flying so thick and fast through our atmosphere. (Made a crank phone call when in doubt to stir up the pot and get the likes of contactee George Adamski to espouse another fanciful story, real or imagined.)

But we digress and are getting off the topic of teenage UFOlogy just a bit. In fact, those who want to pursue the beginning of my career and the smiling cherub faces of those who set up camp at around the same time are welcome to hear a recent pod cast of TheParaCast.com, hosted by a graduate of those same teen years. Gene Steinberg, perhaps a year or two older, but not any wiser, was one of the original teens now turned senior – and serious – UFOlogist, like the rest of us. In any regard, we were all pretty wet behind the Martian ears in those days, and you can rest assured that it can be said that we are still floundering about looking for answers to the same questions that perplexed us in the 1960s and Seventies.

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Tim and his late friend the highly controversial John Keel, author of Mothman Prophecies and other pop items.

With the help of a section called “Saucer Club News” in Ray Palmer’s “Flying Saucers” magazine in the 1950s and 1960s, enterprising young people got together to form their own UFO clubs, or just looked to meet up with others with the same interests. That’s where such people as your humble host of The Paracast and such notables as Tim Beckley, Jerome Clark, Allen Greenfield and Rick Hilberg got their starts. In a single virtual room, Gene’s old friends will reminisce about their early work in the UFO field. The political and cultural climate, how both may have impacted early research efforts, are also debated. Guest co-host is J. Randall Murphy.

Okay, in addition to yours truly who was busy grinding out the latest news on an old fashioned mimeograph machine (a printing device first patterned by Thomas Edison), there were others putting staples into printed sheets of 8.5×11 paper to create their own zines.

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Tim and the “MIB Lady,” Claudia Cunningham visit the grave of Charles Fort a great inspiration in their lives.

I always felt I had the best “amateur” publication around, though crude by today’s standards, thanks in large part to Jerry Clark, who typed the master stencils for our issues, thus giving us a nearly perfect newsletter free of the typos and grammatical errors that would creep in when I tried to do the job myself.

Clark quickly went on to bigger and better ventures, eventually penning the monumental “UFO Encyclopedia” (in three huge volumes), becoming editor of Fate magazine, and winding up “at the side” of the late astronomer Dr J. Allen Hynek at the very prestigious Center For UFO Studies in Chicago. (Enthusiasts may do a search for Jerome Clark on my YouTube channel, “Mr. UFO’s Secret Files” to hear a reflective, personal account of his adventures over the ensuing decades.)

I don’t need to go into detail here regarding the others, i.e. Steinberg, Hilberg, Halperin and Greenfield since I have specifically requested they add a bit of color to this publication by outlining their humble roots, how their interests and beliefs have developed, and where we can expect to go from here (at seventy, not very far, I would assume).

And speaking of this publication, I should mention somewhere along the line – this being the first ample opportunity without backtracking and rewriting everything – that the publication you decided not to resist our highly polished pitch for – and paid your hard earned cash to obtain – is an exact duplicate of my first book that came off our mimeograph press circa 1963.

In order to defray the cost of printing our “Interplanetary News Service Report” (far from being covered by the $2.00 subscription fee), we needed to invent a way to keep our asses out of debt and pay the hyperbolic postage and shipping costs (out of hand even in those days before rampant inflation). We hit upon the concept of publishing some sort of book or booklets of around 70 to 100 pages. “Inside The Saucers” was the first project of its type. Today, my company, Inner Light – Global Communications, has around 270 titles posted on Amazon that I hope you will consider adding to your paranormal library.

As stated, we have done virtually no editing here. What you read in 1963 is what you will read here today. Sean Casteel, my editor, has maybe found a few commas out of place and an occasional typo that got past Jerry Clark’s initial eagle eye and the white out process. (Remember white out? It was used to correct stencils if you found an error, but it made such a mess that you might have been better off letting the original error go through just as it was.)

Reading over the retyped manuscript, I must say I am impressed with the tone of this work. We had some original thinking going for ourselves, and I do believe I have to take credit for having come forward with the idea that some of the flying discs being observed might be of Nazi origin (see the crudely sketched facsimile of a German built saucer within these pages).

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Tim Beckley has taken the only photo though to be an authentic picture of a Man In Black.

We also tore into the reputed appearance of the Men In Black (done so before my softcover book “UFO Silencers” hit the bestseller charts) and offered researcher Ken Larson a speculative arm to espouse his theory that there was a sort of synchronicity between UFOs, the Great Pyramid and the Salton Sea (a rather bleak and barren California wetland-like watering hole that time has forgotten – and it’s no wonder why, if you care to Google photos of the Salton Sea as it exists today). There is also an inspiring section by the late George Fawcett, who at one time had the largest private collection of UFO photos, and a detailed report on saucers sightings from 1962. Perhaps the most credible case described herein involved a UFO flap at the Oradell, New Jersey Reservoir. Old timers will recall the excitement caused by UFOs that bored a hole in the ice at the Wanaquee, New Jersey Reservoir, but the incident at Oradell seems more impressive and never got any recognition. Deserves being scrutinized very carefully for its possible relevance and importance as a historical benchmark.

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Today Tim co-hosts along with Tim Swartz the popular podcast. Exploring the Bizarre archives can be found on KCORradio.com and on Mr UFOs Secret Files, our YouTube channel.

Anyway, as far as I am concerned, “Inside The Saucers” is a forgotten treasure and we can’t thank Rick Hilberg enough for discovering one of the few remaining copies in his files in Cleveland and making a photocopy from which the original work was retyped most meticulously by Sean Casteel.

SUGGESTED READING

INSIDE THE SAUCERS: MR UFOS TEENAGE YEARS

THE UFO SILENCERS: MYSTERY OF THE MEN IN BLACK

UFO REPEATERS: THE CAMERA DOESN’T LIE

NAZI UFO TIME TRAVELERS

THE MIND CONTROL MATRIX OF PHILIP K DICK AND THE PARANORMAL
SYNCHRONICITIES OF TIMOTHY BECKLEY

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UNSCRAMBLING THE MYSTIQUE AND INSCRUTABLE CHARACTER OF AN UNDERCOVER ALIEN HUNTER AND WHISTLEBLOWER

By Sean Casteel

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Many mysteries are revealed in the new version of the “The Commander X Files – Updated: Identifying the Real ‘Commander X’ Alien Hunter.”

Most discussions of Commander X begin with this question. Who the heck is he REALLY?

This issue is grappled with in the newly released “The Commander X Files – Updated – Identifying the Real Commander X.”

In this most recent offering of Commander X’s prolific works – as published by Timothy Green Beckley’s Inner Light-Global Communications publishing house – the cover teases that the book will identify the “real” Commander X.

Which is true up to a point. But revealing the literal, physical, human identity of Commander X would endanger not only Commander X himself but also many of the people with whom he works as he labors to bring the truth of so many government/alien conspiracies to the attention of that portion of the reading public who are receptive to his general message. The truth can set you free, but it can also lead to imprisonment or assassination, a familiar threat to those who conceal their identities and sources of information as a necessary requisite to doing business.

AN IMPORTANT REVELATION

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Who is the mysterious military operative identified only as “Commander X” in a series of pop culture UFO books?

But Commander X has sanctioned that a little information about his working methods can be uncovered at last – the fact that his writing was often corrected and made more readable by the late Jim Keith, a conspiracy theorist whose story is also a fascinating one in itself.

As Beckley writes in his introduction to “The Commander X Files – Updated,” it’s all gotten a little complicated over the years. Still, Beckley does offer some tidbits he hopes readers will find satisfying.

“I am going to tell you something,” Beckley writes, “that I have never revealed to anyone else before. Some of the books by Commander X were not written in their entirety by him. He had help.”

Beckley first addresses the accusation that Commander X is just another disinformation agent. He defends the Commander by saying that the secretive figure had always been aboveboard and honest in his dealings with Beckley himself, which is all Beckley can really know.

“True, I have never met him in the flesh,” Beckley continues, “but in the ‘old days’ we did exchange correspondence and a couple of telephone calls. I think if you have been an avid reader of the Commander X books, you will agree that he has made some striking revelations. He says he worked at Area 51. That he knows about the underground base at Dulce. Was involved in the government’s teleportation program.”

WRITING ON THE FLY ISN’T EASY

But Commander X was continually on the run from his enemies, whether they were part of the international cabal or the aliens themselves.

“Often he would submit a few pages at a time,” Beckley explains, “ramble on a bit and not complete a project he had started on in all earnest. Even as a small publisher, we had to adhere to some sort of schedule for the release of a new title. In order for us to fit into a specific time slot, we had to get the good Commander a bit of literary ‘help.’ We had to find someone who could polish up a manuscript and fill in some of the blanks. Nothing drastic, mind you, but you still can’t put out a book that is full of incomplete thoughts and not rendered in a professional manner.”

So Beckley turned to the aforementioned Jim Keith, a writer who was quickly establishing himself as a prominent conspiracy theorist.

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Jim Keith

“If you have ever been into alternative topics such as black ops, UFOs and mind control, you probably have a number of Jim’s books close at hand,” Beckley writes. “His most important works include ‘Saucers of the Illuminati,’ ‘Mind Control, World Control,’ ‘Casebook of the Men in Black,’ ‘Black Helicopters Over America,’ and ‘OK-Bomb!’ Unfortunately, tragedy struck at an early age, when Jim Keith passed away suddenly – some say under mysterious circumstances.”

Beckley draws on writer Peter Robbins to fill in some of the background. “Jim was truly a conspiracist’s conspiracist,” Robbins writes.

“He spoke at numerous conferences about conspiracies and contributed many articles to journals and magazines. He did not subscribe to the extraterrestrial theory of UFOs and viewed the phenomena as human in origin. He felt that the craft involved were entirely the product of highly classified governmental programs, employing advanced technology.”

In September 1999, Jim was attending “Burning Man,” a weeklong arts festival held annually in Black Rock, Nevada, when he broke his knee in a fall from a stage. He underwent emergency surgery in Reno, Nevada, where he resided. During the operation, a blood clot was released and entered his lung, which was the official cause of his death.

“It’s particularly tempting,” Robbins writes, “to yell murder when someone so dedicated to conspiratorial thinking, and to bringing government abuses and cover-ups to the attention of the public, dies under such freaky circumstances. If the blood clot was not the cause of his death, as some still maintain, I doubt if we will ever learn what in fact it was.”

WAS JIM KEITH THE ‘REAL’ COMMANDER X?

Beckley resumes the narrative by writing: “Interestingly enough, at about the same time as Jim Keith’s passing – whatever the cause might have been – a ‘wild rumor’ started to circulate. It was being said that Keith was in reality the mysterious Commander X. These rumors were denied by Keith himself and ‘verified’ by at least one ‘close friend’ who thought Jim had taken him into his confidence. Actually, Jim was not lying or covering up for Commander X or, for that matter, our publishing company. He was NOT Commander X. There was – and still is, somewhere out there – an actual Commander X!”

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF THE GOOD COMMANDER

Having dealt with these weighty facts and suspicions, “The Commander X Files – Updated” moves on to the writings of Commander X – as told to Jim Keith.

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Unmarked choppers upon occasion have been seen in association with unidentified flying objects. Particularly well known is their connection to the Cash-Landrum case in 1980s Texas.

The first chapter, called “Escape to Abduction,” is a thrilling opener as it recounts the story of Commander X being warned by a phone call from a friend in the intelligence community that the Commander’s cover had been blown and he should “run like hell.” As he flees his pursuers (whom he calls “hired murderers who had been hunting me for years, ever since my defection”), he philosophizes that, “I had given it my best shot, and that was all I could do. I had done my best to warn the people of the world about the Secret Government and the gray aliens and their plans, and if I didn’t last another day, it would have all been worth it.”

Commander X arrives at a grassy overlook at the shoreline of the Pacific Ocean. Thinking he has managed to conceal himself from the human element, he is struck by the sight of two unmarked black helicopters in “whisper mode” who obviously know where he is. They are followed quickly by the appearance of an alien craft, which he calls “truly beautiful in a purely artistic way.” The craft shoots a cool white beam of light from its underside that engulfs the Commander in the most intense fear he has ever felt.

“I was about to say that that was when I blacked out, but the term isn’t appropriate,” he writes. “I whited out. I knew no more.”

A typical day in the life for Commander X? It would be a little daunting, to say the least, if that was the case. But the fact of the black helicopters working in concert with an alien ship does serve to illustrate one of Commander X’s primary operating assumptions.

“The most horrifying truth that ever confronts a researcher into UFOs and aliens,” he writes, “is the realization that, at a certain point, forces within the U.S. government capitulated to and, at least to a certain degree, joined forces with the aliens in their goal to dominate the Earth.”

A REVEALING CLANDESTINE CONVERSATION

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Beware! You have been warned! Try to cross this barrier at Area 51 and you will be arrested – or possibly far worse.

As an example of the treachery of the gray aliens, Commander X presents a short Q and A with a woman he calls “Miss N,” who was employed as an executive secretary at what is known as the A.T.C. (the Alien Technology Center) at an Air Force base the Commander declines to name. The A.T.C. was a secret “sub-facility” that has been in operation since the 1960s.

“It had been believed until recently,” Commander X writes, “that this area of [deleted] was under the control of the human forces and engaged in researches positive to human aspirations, but subsequent events showed that this had been a ruse fostered by the gray aliens.”

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Area 51 has become part of America’s pop culture and has even been incorporated into slick games for adults.

The Commander explains that he often travels incognito to UFO conferences around the country in order to chat with the attendees. Along with the gawkers, the debunkers, and the merely curious, he says one also meets individuals with a real knowledge of the planetary situation.

One such savvy attendee was the aforementioned Miss N, whom Commander X calls “articulate” and “perfectly rational.” He first met her at a UFO convention and she continues to be one of his informants.

“It was apparent to me after speaking with Miss N for a brief while,” he writes, “and after having her pull me aside to see the array of government identification cards which she carried in her wallet, that she knew about what she spoke. While she was terrified and was looking for someone to ease her mind about what she had witnessed at [deleted], she was also privy to an otherwise unreported instance of alien betrayal by the higher-ups in the military.”

Here are portions of Commander X’s dialogue with Miss N, as transcribed from an audio recording:

X. You alluded to a “shutdown” and a “cover-up” at the A.T.C. portion of the base in 1991? I hadn’t heard about that. Could you give me some additional details?

Miss N: I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it considering your connections to the military. I won’t pretend I’m not scared telling you about all of this. They came in, came right into the lab area . . .

X. Who came in? Military intelligence?

Miss N: It was totally transparent what happened. My God, who do they think they are? The talk had been going around that the scientists in Section G, which supposedly dealt with antigravity research from what I heard, had made a big breakthrough. We thought that was supposed to be the purpose of the center, to actually make scientific discoveries, so I guess nobody was trying to hide what they heard. But that wasn’t it at all. It was only supposed to look like that.

X. I’m not quite following you. What happened?

Miss N: Really, I can’t believe that you didn’t hear about this. I heard it was a directive, straight from the grays, that was issued to the brass at the A.T.C. An ultimatum, I guess. They terminated the scientists in Section G and they tried to cover it up by . . .

X. Terminated? Do you mean . . .

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Many abductees have remembered under hypnosis that they were “manhandled” while being held captive by a group of ultra-terrestrials identified as the Grays.

Miss N: You know as well as I do that I don’t mean “fired from their job.” I mean they killed them, they killed four scientists in the A.T.C. and they tried to cover it up pretending it was radiation poisoning. They sent the hit team into the compound . . .

X. Humans?

Miss N: Yes, I’m sorry to say it was humans who did the job. They came into the lab dressed in radiation suits, and the alarms were going off. I heard the shots, even though they used silencers. I heard the shouts and the crashing of equipment. It didn’t last long, maybe three minutes total. I think you understand as well as I do what the situation is. The research is a total fraud, a cover-up, and they’re keeping the scientists pretty much tethered, giving them little bits and pieces of information and technology. They know that, if we know what they know, then we can fight them, maybe even win. God help me, I hope no one saw me talking to you.

The foregoing conversation between Commander X and Miss N puts in a nutshell so much of what Commander X is all about. There is the collusion between the secret government and the hostile gray aliens, aliens who sometimes masquerade as benefactors to mankind. There is the cloak-and-dagger meeting with an informant who fears being murdered even for speaking in secret. There is an “ear witness” to an unlawful execution of government scientists who somehow drew the anger of the gray aliens by going too far with a technological breakthrough, a breakthrough they had been told they were supposed to pursue.

“I agree with Miss N’s assessment that the alien forces will stop at nothing,” Commander X writes, “to keep humanity in the dark about advanced technology, while at the same time pretending to offer it to us.”

HUMAN ROBOTS AND MUTILATED CATTLE

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Commander X, in his recently published book on the subject, has joined other researchers claiming that the U.S. signed a treaty with a group of aliens back in the 1950s which enabled them to abduct humans in exchange for what we are told was a superior technology.

In another recent offering from Inner Light-Global Communications, entitled “America’s Top Secret Treaty with Alien Life Forms,” Commander X discusses similar themes of a secret branch of the government’s longtime conspiracy with the gray intruders.

“Primarily, what the government doesn’t want people to know,” he writes, “is that an actual agreement was drawn up between the military and the group which John Lear and others have identified as the EBEs (short for Extraterrestrial Biological Entities). The key figures taking part in this scenario had no reason to suspect anything but the best from what they had taken into their confidence. The EBEs said they wanted to take a few humans for examination, that they had actually seeded the planet at the time of creation, eons ago, and simply wanted to keep track of their scientific experiment. For being allowed the privilege of abducting members of the human race on a limited basis, they were seemingly willing to give us scientific data which would greatly enhance our technology.”

According to Commander X, what the government didn’t realize was that the aliens planned to abduct tens of thousands of people, plant monitoring devices in the abductees’ brains, and program them with specific series of responses to direct commands. In other words, the aliens were going to take a much bigger bite out of the human population than what was agreed to and then take complete control of their victims’ unsuspecting minds.

“The EBEs – also behind our backs – began to mutilate cows and other animals,” Commander X writes, “because they wished to use their tissues to create a genetically advanced race of flesh and blood robots. When the government realized what the EBEs had in mind, and wanted to go back on their agreement, the aliens took over several of the bases where they had already installed underground laboratories.”

THE PURPOSE AT HAND

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Commander X says he now ponders whether the signing of a treaty with the EBEs was a positive choice for the people of Earth.

As someone with close military ties, Commander X says he is in a privileged position to know what is going on. He feels it is his patriotic duty to reveal all he knows regardless of the consequences.

“This conspiracy has gone on far too long,” he writes, “and it surely would continue were it not for the a few brave souls who have literally risked their very lives to leak the story of the century to a public that has been left in ‘blissful ignorance.’ I can testify to the fact that this conspiracy leads right up to the front gate of the White House and behind the walls of the Kremlin; for it is a secret that all the major world powers share, but continue to keep to themselves, for fear of what the repercussions of their actions and the eventual outcome of the situation may be.”

One would certainly hope to be among the “few brave souls” Commander X refers to and do one’s part to help to break the leash the grays and their government allies hold us to heel with, to use an unfortunate “dog” metaphor. In taking up the struggle, the reader should begin by familiarizing oneself with the books of Commander X, which are published to the potential peril of many in the fields of UFO and conspiracy research. Let us hope that there is still time to undo the damage that has already been done.

SUGGESTED READING LIST AND AUDIO/VIDEO ARCHIVES:

THE COMMANDER X FILES – UPDATED

AMERICA’S TOP SECRET TREATY WITH ALIEN LIFE FORMS

THE CONTROLLERS: THE RULERS OF EARTH IDENTIFIED

UNDERGROUND ALIEN BASES

MR. UFO’S SECRET FILES ON YOUTUBE.COM (OVER 130 INTERVIEWS)

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MUHAMMAD ALI: KING OF THE UFO WATCHERS

By Timothy Green Beckley

Shirley MacLaine Meets The Pleiadians

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I learned with heartfelt sadness that my UFO sky-watching friend and boxing icon Muhammad Ali has passed from this realm to the next. There was no one like him inside or outside of the ring for that matter. He was among the most well-known individuals around the world – a true good will ambassador who attracted crowds like few others could. When he spoke, those around him would listen.

When promoting an upcoming fight he was outrageously bombastic and full of self-praise – he made Donald Trump seem like a little punk left in the schoolyard talking trash to kids much younger than he. In person was a real charmer that crowds would encircle just to be within his aura. 

I visited Ali in his New York hotel following one of his UFO sightings, the first that he made public; journeyed to his home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey; and took Uri Geller with me to Ali’s training camp in Pennsylvania where the mothership was waiting nearby. For those who say that UFOs are NOT a part of the Afro-American experience, this is NONSENSE. Ali tied in his sightings with his religious affiliation with the Nation of Islam and believed that the ultimate UFO was a giant wheel in the sky. We will miss him, of course, but we have fond memories and are happy to share them with our community of friends. 

No more rope a dope or stinging like a bee, but the Champ is in Heaven as peaceful as can be.  

The following is an excerpt from “Shirley MacLaine Meets The Pleiadians, Plus the Amazing Flying Saucer Experiences of Celebrities, Rock Stars and the Rich and Famous” by Timothy Green Beckley.

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Muhammad Ali

Of all the famous folks I’ve spent time with discussing UFOs and theories about extraterrestrial civilizations and life in outer space, no one seems to know more about the subject – at least from a firsthand point of view – than retired heavyweight boxing champion Muhammad Ali. Thus, Ali deserves an entire chapter for himself.

I’ll never forget the first time I went to visit Ali at his home in Cherry Hill, New Jersey. I remember thinking to myself, “What a place! This looks more like a Holiday Inn than somebody’s residence.” There was a long, circular driveway paved with massive cobblestones with four or five classic cars parked in front of an adjoining garage that would be any collector’s dream. Ali owned them all! Even here where the wealthy reside, it was hard to believe that few would ever attain the financial plateau reached by their most prominent neighbor. Towering well above six feet, I had first met the most famous prizefighter of all one morning around 5:00 AM as he sprinted along the trail that leads into Manhattan’s Central Park around 80th Street. His long-time friend and trainer, Angelo Dundee, warned me that Ali wanted to talk and jog at the same time, as he was getting into shape to fight then-arch rival Oscar Bonavena.

I looked at my own less-than-perfect physique, wondering whether I could keep up with Ali’s pace, even for a short distance.

As luck had it, Ali didn’t plan on doing any heavy sprinting. After introducing myself and giving Ali a brief rundown on what I wanted this opportunity to speak to him about, we began to trot and chat simultaneously – fortunately at a speed that, though taxing, I could maintain.

The “knockout” king had been working out in the park on previous mornings and had made the news by claiming to have seen not one, but two UFOs moving over New York City. Both in the park and later in his home, Ali would tell the same story to all those willing to listen.

UFOS Among the Stars15“I happened to look up just before dawn, as I often do while running, and there hovering above us was this brilliant light hanging as if by an invisible thread. At first I thought it was a beacon projected from a helicopter,” Ali explained, “but moments later a similar object passed in front of us.” The second UFO had a glowing red trail behind it.

“I brought it to the attention of my trainer, who was standing nearby. We watched them come from behind the skyline and move slowly across the sky for at least 15 minutes. The best I can describe the sighting is to say they were just round and big.” Ali says he later found out there were other UFO sightings made that same night, “including a report from a pilot about to land at Newark Airport.”

A number of reporters traveling with the Champ jumped on the story and it was picked up by the wire services, though Ali was concerned that these reports made it sound as if the subject were to be treated as a joke. He wanted to let me know right from the starting bell that he was quite serious about what he had seen. “This is no joke. All my friends here saw it.”

Ali added that this was by no means his only encounter with a UFO. “Actually, I’ve seen them many times before. I’ve had 16 sightings total to date,” he said as he headed toward his limousine. I was prepared to bid him goodbye, but he waved me over and said he wouldn’t mind talking further.

“I have a few more stories you’ll definitely find of interest. Why not come over to the hotel and we’ll discuss these things some more.”

When I arrived at his hotel suite sometime later along with Global Communications correspondent Harold Salkin, Ali was trying to relax. He was flat on his stomach talking a mile a minute to a small group that had gathered while at the same time getting a massage and rubdown from one of his personal aides.

Trying to cram as many words and thoughts into each sentence seems to be his method for getting a particular message across.

“Hey, I wanted you to check out these paintings. The champ’s an artist you know.”

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Timothy Green Beckley with Muhammad Ali

He motioned to four or five medium-sized canvasses. “I’m quite good, I’ve been told” he went on, rapping to no one in particular but everyone in general. It was easy to see how the public always got the impression that Ali’s a braggart. He is, but it’s all part of the hype that made him the most talked about – and highly-paid – boxer in the annals of prize fighting.

Now he looked directly at me. “I thought you would find this really fascinating,” he remarked. “In my painting, I brush in the number of the round I’m going to win my next bout by. See this one with the number three in it? I did that a few weeks prior to pounding Jerry Quarry into the mat. It happened exactly as I predicted.”

During his career, Ali had long been known for his poetic flights in which he foretold the round his opponent would be knocked out in or otherwise defeated. Some of his divination was accurate; other times . . . well. But his paintings all contained the right round number.

“Remarkable?” One reporter was heard to mumble under his breath that he wasn’t sure our host hadn’t airbrushed the correct round numbers in after his successful ring appearances. (Some people will just never believe, I thought to myself.)

After testing the credibility of the group further, Ali went from predictions and poetry to UFOs. “You know those objects we discussed in the park? I’ve mentioned this to no one before, but they’ve been watching me for some time now!”

“When?” “Where?” “Why?” We all queried at the same moment.

“Many times, in the early morning hours, if you look up in the sky you can see them playing tag between the stars, really high up. I’ve had a good number of sightings myself. The closest one happened when a cigar-shaped ship hovered briefly over a car I was a passenger in one night driving north on the New Jersey Turnpike. What a sight that was. We could see the shadow made by the UFO as it passed over the pavement of the road in the light of the full moon.” His trainer put down the bottle of rubbing alcohol; Ali raised himself on his elbows.

Ali’s voice shifted to a more confidential tone. “I don’t like to talk about this much, but we all seem to be open-minded here. One day, walking through the Florida Everglades, I saw this ship land and, as I watched, a door slid open and a ramp projected itself onto the ground. Out stepped a human-looking figure more than seven feet tall who proceeded to walk down the ramp and stand in front of me.

“‘Muhammad,’ he said, ‘You will beat Sonny Liston in . . .’”

The room filled with laughter. What had sounded at first like it could have been an honest account of an Ali fantasy was really another of Ali’s famous put-ons.

After a last round of stories, Ali excused himself and headed for the shower. “Be sure to call me at home,” he said, grasping my hand, into which he placed a slip of paper with his unlisted phone number. “I just bought a new house and would like to you to see it.”

Three weeks later I called and a soft, feminine voice answered, introducing herself as Mrs. Ali. Muhammad took the phone a few seconds later: “You sure Joe Frazer didn’t tell you to call?” he shouted in jest. All I had to do was mention UFOs, and Ali knew who I was.

“Listen, I’ll be back in around ten days, so come down and bring some photos, slides, films, anything you have on saucers, okay? I’ll even tell you what they are, if you’re interested enough.”

Promising to bring all the material I could carry, we concluded the brief conversation. On the appointed day, I piled everything I could possibly carry into the car, and, with a few friends, headed for southern New Jersey.

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Muhammad Ali’s house in Cherry Hill, NJ

We hardly knew what to expect, having read various journalistic descriptions of Muhammad Ali’s new home. Locating the house was a breeze (everyone in Cherry Hill knew where it was located). The house itself was set back a good 500 feet from the road, hidden from the mainstream, but obvious to those looking for Ali’s estate. (I equate it with trying to hide Madison Square Garden on 32nd Street in New York City.) On the edge of the property sat a large mobile house trailer, easily a forty-thousand dollar score. Parked in the drive was Ali’s Rolls Royce, complete with TV and telephone.

Ringing the bell brought no response, and since signs of life in the front section were nil, our entourage hiked through the soft mud to the back entrance. Knocking loudly, we were greeted by a smiling black man who ushered us down into an elaborately set up basement-den-and-work-area.

Here sat the “king‚” gabbing to a roomful of people, mostly teenagers from nearby communities. “Joe Frazer better worry ‘cause when I get finished, he’ll wish he never insulted me.” Ali was using his time-honored trick of turning the truth around to make his opponent look bad.

“Hey, here are my UFO men. What did you bring with you?” he smiled. I explained that we had brought along some motion picture film of flying saucers taken in West Virginia.

“We’ll plug in the projector and let’s see what they look like.” There was never any question in his mind about their being real or not; he’s a stone cold believer. At Ali’s request, we ran the film three times while he pointed out the physical characteristics on these video saucers that were similar or identical to the ones he observed in real life.

When we completed the screening, Ali asked if we could have copies made for him.

MB398MessageToTheBlackmanSINGLE“I’d like to show them at my college lectures. UFOs tie in with what my teacher, Elijah Muhammad, says.” To back up his point, he produced a copy of a book, “Message To The Black Man In America.” Thumbing through the clothbound volume, he stopped about midway. Under the heading, “Battle in the Sky is Near,” Ali read us the following passages: “The vision of Ezekiel’s wheel in the sky is true if carefully understood. There is a similar wheel in the sky today which very well answers the description of Ezekiel’s vision. The similar Ezekiel’s wheel is a masterpiece of mechanics. Maybe I should not say the wheel is similar to Ezekiel’s vision, but that Ezekiel’s vision has become a reality.

“The present wheel-shaped plane known as the Mother of Planes is one-half mile by a half mile and is the largest mechanical manmade object in the sky. It is a small human planet made for the purpose of destroying the present world of the enemies of Allah. The cost to build such a plane is staggering! The finest brains were used to build it. It is capable of staying in outer space six to twelve months at a time without coming into the Earth’s gravity. It carries fifteen hundred bombing planes with the deadliest explosives – the type used in bringing up mountains on the Earth. The very same method is to be used in the destruction of the world.

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Mother of Planes

“The small circular-made planes called flying saucers, which are so much talked of being seen, could be from this Mother Plane.”

After closing the book, Ali concluded our discussion of UFOs and indicated to the dozen or so persons seated around that it was time to leave. He pulled me aside and asked if I was interested in seeing the rest of the house. “I got it at a real bargain,” he said proudly. “Originally it was priced at $750,000, but I got it for nearly half.” (Just imagine as I write this, years later, how much that house would be worth at today’s inflated prices!)

Walking up the semi-spiral staircase connecting the basement with the first floor, we stepped into the dining area that is built around an outdoor patio, enclosed on all four sides with glass, behind which two frisky dogs romped. I could see Ali’s eyes glow as he pointed out items of interest. “The crystal chandeliers cost me only $25,000. Can you believe that?”

Looking at them, I could.

Escorted out of the dining room, we were then shown his wife’s and children’s personal quarters. “Notice the black velvet wallpaper. I got that at a real buy. Bet you’ve never seen anything like this,” Ali challenged, pointing to gold bathroom textures.

Indeed, I hadn’t and I suspect neither have many other people. Next, the exclusive set of silver and chinaware were brought out and we were allowed to examine it. I could not even guess the cost of something like this. But from the way Muhammad talked about everything. I’m sure he got the best of the deal.

A tour of the grounds surrounding the house completed the inspection, and I bid Ali farewell. My impressions at that point were mostly positive. I felt an affinity for him, for he has a warmth and glow his public image does not convey. I couldn’t wait to get together for Round Two and find out more about Ali’s interest in UFOs.

THE SECOND ROUND

Some time passed before I was to see Ali again, which is to be expected, considering the fact that he was in such demand all over the world as a champion prize fighter, a celebrity and a peacemaker who always felt that, because of his status, he had the opportunity to help mend fences and bring about a better Earth.

He’s one of the few well-recognized figures who is comfortable whether he is speaking with a group of ghetto kids, being interviewed on national television or dining with presidents or kings. Regardless of the circumstances, he has always been permitted to get his message across because he is Muhammad Ali.

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Muhammad Ali with Johnny Carson

One of his messages happens to involve UFOs. Ali even went so far one time as to break away from a pre-planned conversation on the Johnny Carson Show to bring up a subject that “The Tonight Show” host seemed to have little interest in discussing.

Our next “confrontation” was at Ali’s training camp high in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania at Dear Lake. This time I went along with an entire entourage, including my old friend Harold Salkin, health writer Herbert Bailey and super psychic Uri Geller.

In addition to finding out more about Ali’s UFO experiences (there were several sightings that had transpired since we last met), Ali expressed interest in meeting the young Israeli sensitive who was said to have the power to bend metal utensils and make objects disappear and reappear upon command.

For the record, Geller put on quite a show that afternoon. I remember him standing in the outside doorway of one of the buildings on the camp site with Ali’s ex-wife, Belinda. Clasping her hand in his, Uri asked her to tell him when she felt anything unusual. After a minute or two, she commented that she felt her ring getting warm. After another minute or two, she commented that she felt her ring getting warmer. After another minute of deep concentration, Geller removed his hand and everyone standing around – particularly Belinda – gasped out loud. Without applying any physical strength that was visible to the naked eye, the stone inside Belinda’s ring had vanished from its setting and was nowhere to be found!

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Muhammad Ali and Uri Geller

Hopefully it was not a valuable stone, because I do not recall it ever being returned, like all professional magicians would do as part of their act. Later, Uri was talking with one of Ali’s sparring partners when he asked if he could demonstrate his powers again. He held a very heavy religious medallion that was around the boxer’s neck and, by merely touching it – and without pressing down his hand – Geller made a considerable impression in the medallion with his fingertip. Again everyone was impressed, as there was no “logical explanation” as to how this extraordinary feat was accomplished.

Meanwhile, back in the main house, Muhammad Ali was doing some fancy “trick work” of his very own. It turns out that the champ is a bit of a magician himself and thinks he can do everything Geller can do with sleight of hand. He did accomplish an impressive rope trick where a piece of thick hemp was sliced in two pieces, only to have it tum back into a single length of rope. Apparently some of Ali’s professional magician friends had told Ali that Geller was not “the real thing” and to be leery of what he was able to accomplish.

Be that as it may, once the “magical” interlude part of our visit was out of the way, Ali happily returned to the topic of UFOs, which he seemed genuinely more comfortable with than psychic phenomena.

“Remember how I told you about Elijah Muhammad’s belief in a large mothership circling the Earth? Well, I think this is what I observed recently over my training camp here.”

Prodded into giving additional details, Ali seemed willing to talk about this sighting, which had taken place over a two-night period on a Friday and Saturday during the summer.

“I had been training for three hours in the afternoon, getting ready to do battle with George Foreman. After a light supper, I decided to take a stroll around the grounds. Around 9:00 PM – it had just gotten dark – I walked up a gravel path that runs along back of our log cabin gym.

“The nighttime sky was as picturesque as one of my poems,” he interjected. “The sun had been down for only a short while, and so the sky was still quite light.”

Suddenly, seemingly from out of nowhere, Ali’s eyes caught a glimpse of a bright glowing orb off in the distance. “At first I thought this flicker was the North Star rising in the heavens. However, within moments, I could tell I was watching something out of the ordinary.”

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Muhammad Ali claimed to have seen UFOs on several occasions.

Ali went on, talking with unusual candor. “Before I could blink my eyes, this ‘light’ had come down toward the mountains until it hovered right above the valley here. I knew I couldn’t be dreaming. Sure ‘nough, it was still there. This had to be one of those big ships they talk about! The UFO was streamlined and shaped sort of like a cigar, but blunt on both ends. I couldn’t see any windows or anything, but I’m certain there must have been people onboard.”

I asked how he knew it wasn’t a helicopter or an airplane. Ali said that the object acted like no conventional aircraft he was familiar with. “First, it would stand still, and then move about, jumping from one portion of the sky to another. From time to time, it would speed away, up to the far reaches of the heavens, and then, minutes later, it would come down toward us again. It did this numerous times during the two hours I watched it.”

Upon first hearing Ali tell the story, a skeptical individual might suspect he was pulling your leg a bit. But, no, as usual the champ seemed sincere enough. In fact, as usual, he shied away from talking about his experiences unless there was someone around to verify them. This time was no exception. Ali says the nocturnal visitor came back to haunt the skies above his mountaintop retreat at the identical hour the next evening.

“For two more hours, until 11:00, I watched this ‘stranger’ maneuver about. It was really somethin’ to see,” Ali related. With him on the second evening was business manager Gene Kilroy.

“I never paid too much attention to Muhammad when he talked about these things. I chalked it up to a vivid imagination. But I know there was something mighty peculiar happening over the camp that night. I looked up and saw this thing – this UFO – doing acrobatics up among the stars. The sighting changed my previous opinion concerning UFOs,” Kilroy conceded.

During our next – and final – formal meeting, Ali only had a few minutes to spare, as he was flying to the West Coast on a promotional tour. Wiping his brow with a towel – he had just gone four rounds with a hard-slugging sparring partner – Ali said he found it a lot easier to live with UFOs than ever before.

“I always speak my mind, since I found out that so many other people have had similar sightings. I’ve spent a lot of time in the last few years lecturing to college campuses around the country and I find students are open-minded toward the existence of things like this. I hope others will listen in the future as I’m convinced UFOs are of tremendous importance to the whole world.”

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