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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

English - The Colorado Ranch Case

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This blog (UFOexperiences) has been created to inform the public about the UFO subject. It also contains peripheral phenomena. Created by Aileen Garoutte, previously Director of The UFO Contact Center International.

FRIDAY, APRIL 15, 2005


The following report was investigated by Leo Sprinkle, Ph.D., and John S. Derr, Ph.D., for APRO, a now defunct UFO organization in Tucson, Arizona. The report was submitted to Leneesa by Robert J. Gribble, Director UFO Reporting Center (Ret.). Names have been changed to protect the people in the area.


The UFO witnesses have described, in various conversations, a variety of UFO sightings and related experiences. These events are summarized as follows:
A few years ago, the Business Partner and the Husband and Wife pooled their financial resources to buy a ranch in the Rocky Mountain area. The ranch was to be renovated and established as a working cattle ranch. Despite the long distance from their original location, they were pleased with the size and features of the ranch, including adequate grazing area, woods and springs feeding a pond near the ranch house.

They were puzzled because the ranch had been abandoned for several years, prior to their settling on the ranch. Also, they were puzzled because of the "unspoken" mystery surrounding a building which had "disappeared" more than a decade earlier.

After settling on the ranch, they experienced a variety of unusual events:
1. A humming sound often was experienced in their house, although the hum could not be traced to electrical systems (which had been rewired), or to any other devices in the house. Often the humming sound was loud and distinct, but seemed to follow a pattern of being heard during a wind storm and for an hour or so after a wind storm.

2. Noises indicated that someone was walking around outside the ranch house; at times, someone seemed to open the car door and beat upon the walls or doors of the house and then run away.

3. Creatures who looked like "Big Foot" were seen in the woods.

4. UFO sightings included nine glowing disks, which set down in the pasture near the pond; during that observation, a light flash was observed by two men, including the Business Partner; at that same moment, the Wife, who was looking out of the window, experienced a "blow to the head;" she fell unconscious to the floor and was revived within a few seconds.

5. The Photographer took a picture of a large "circle" (approximately 75 feet in diameter) in a clearing; initially, the "circle" supported no vegetation, but now the grass and weeds are beginning to grow again.

6. The Business Partner observed a landed disk in the woods, and saw two humanoids nearby. He and the oldest son in the family saw a "box" (approximately 3 feet long and 18 inches wide and 18 inches thick) which emitted strange hums and other sounds, while flashing on and off with multicolored lights, giving an appearance of an electronic device.

7. One morning the Business Partner awoke, unable to move, and saw a tall, skinny creature wearing a helmet standing in the room by the glass door, observing him.

8. There were many instances in which the electrical power of the ranch house and buildings was cut off, causing the area to be plunged into darkness; however, other ranchers did not have electrical power blackouts during those episodes.

9. On one occasion, during an electrical blackout, the radio and stereo systems of the ranch house and bunk house emitted sounds of a voice saying, "You have been allowed to remain. Do not cause us to take action which you will regret."

10. The Business Partner described his experience of seeing two small "humanoids' near a landed disk in the woods.

11. A cattle mutilation occurred around the time of increased UFO activities, and the cow was identified as belonging to the ranch.

12. A body of a young bull was found shortly after a hunting episode. The oldest son and his friend were frightened when they discovered the cow because they had seen either a bear or Big Foot in the area. The young bull, which did not belong to the ranch, was found with his head twisted back and with various organs and parts of his body removed as if by surgical operation.

13. The Business Partner described his experience of being told by a humanoid that he should not go near the "box;" a Big Foot creature was seen walking toward the box and then fell to the ground. The humanoid said to the Business Partner, "As you see, it can be lethal."

14. The Business Partner described his experience of being in the woods where he saw a disk and two humanoids, who looked and acted as if they expected him to arrive; they spoke to him in English and told him that they were sorry for the inconvenience and disturbances which had occurred to the people living on the ranch; they said that they expected some changes to occur in the events which were happening at the ranch. However, after the encounter and seeing the "skinny creature," the number of strange events, and the tension associated with the experiences, seemed to increase for the people living on the ranch.

15. A fire began on the front porch of the ranch house, apparently started by electrical wiring in contact with paint buckets on the porch.

With the continuation of the strange experiences, and the fear and stress associated with the events, the Business Partner and the Family decided to abandon their attempts to live at the ranch. Now, the Business Partner and the Family are engaged in a small business operation; however, they are hopeful that someday they may be able to return to the ranch and to develop the property into a working ranch.

To be continued (this is a long report)


Jim: We found out that there was a "Crazy Lady" in the county; we had heard a lot of stories of her calling the Law Officers with stories of lights over our property, before we moved in.


Jim: During this time I felt that something was trying to scare us away. We heard a slamming noise and I went out car to car but didn't see anything. Then I saw the trunk light on the dash of the Cadillac. The trunk was locked; I opened it and saw that the pin switch had been bent over to the side. Something had opened and closed the trunk and bent it when only I had the key. I again filed that as something unusual. Something would continuously come up and beat on the sides of the house twice and run -- you know, just like Halloween. Again I decided it was the real estate man. I went down and talked to the Law Officer again; he requested that I not shoot anything. He was afraid that whatever it was could shoot back harder -- much more undesirably than I could. So it continued progressively for some time after that beating on the walls and running. I would run out and I would see a big hairy thing running. I was tolerating it to a certain degree. One night I didn't -- I went out and one was running beside the corral and I shot it. Barbara came running out and when Harry and Roger came back from town we went tracking to see if we could find what I had shot. It didn't seem to hurt it at all; there was a little flinch -- I'm a good shot so I know I hit it. There was no blood, no traces, no signs. We pursued it onto the property next to us. Then I heard this most unusual sound. It was like a double sound -- it was a whine with almost a beeping noise intermixed. The closest sound I think I could describe to it is the South
AmericanDescription: primate of some type. Some people said it sounded mechanical; it didn't to me. And we roamed around looking but didn't find anything except we seemed to be led in a certain direction. We didn't find anything; we returned to the house and I notified the Law Officer that I had shot one. He gave me hell and told me I was lucky this time and he didn't want anybody killed.


Jim: They stopped bothering us quite so bad, I think, after that. We came home one night after shopping -- the three boys were alone at home. That same sound was going on to the east and one up by the barn (west) -- like calling back and forth. It was like they had an intelligent pattern of communication. It was broken syllables -- it wasn't like animal sounds. It was like it was their communication. I joked and said, "Well, the least you can do is come down and help us carry the groceries." When we went in the three boys were hidden in the back bedroom, terrified. From what they said, something had been beating on the house continually that night. Well, I have a pretty good temper which I have lost only three or four times in my life. I stormed outside -- I don't remember exactly what I said but most if it can't be repeated. I think I threatened that if we can't have the land, then you won't either -- I'll blow the whole thing away. I meant it too -- I would have destroyed it before I would have moved right then -- I was mad. I went into the house, had some coffee and calmed down. Then, since our septic tank and toilet weren't working, I went outside. While outside, this voice just came out of nowhere and said four words, "Dr. Jim, we accept." I think that was the first time I was really shaken rather than just angering or disorienting me. That was all, just like FM stereo, it came from everywhere. I came in the house and was pretty upset.


Jim: One night "it" destroyed two cars. Barbara had a green Cadillac and a station wagon. One night when we went to leave, the transmissions on both cars were inoperable. We had to have both cars repaired. Again, I assume "they" did it; I've never had two transmissions go out like that on two good cars. I again felt that we were being driven off and I was still trying to believe it was the real estate man. Both cars required total transmissions as all the gears were shot.


Barbara: I wasn't feeling well that night and I went back to lie down in the dark for a while. I had pulled the drape part way on the window creating a triangular area. There were some patches of snow outside and from where I was lying on the bed the triangular area was lit up by a background of snow patches. I lit a cigarette and as the match went out, I realized that the triangular area wasn't lit up anymore. I scrambled down to the foot of the bed and looked out. I could see only a middle section of something that looked like a box. It was black and very shiny. It wasn't lit but looked like it reflected light. There was a rounded shape around it -- it looked like something was carrying it under his arm. It was close to the window -- within about two to three feet. There is a line of trees behind the house and it was between the trees and the house -- the trees are about four or five feet from the house. I ran in to tell everyone what had happened. We ran outside and, as usual, no one could find anything. This has happened more often than not. By the time you tell someone or get your coat on, etc., you couldn't find anything. But we found that if we didn't turn the porch light on, we could get out quickly enough to hear something.


Jim: There were many smaller incidents that were unnerving. A friend of mine from Boston came out but I finally had to tell him to go back. He was becoming paranoid and thought that whatever it was had come to get him; he was going to go out and let them get him because he couldn't stand waiting any longer. We had several friends come out who were harassed one way or the other or terrified; a car door opened and closed when it was locked. I went in and talked to the Law Officer again. If he really felt we were in any danger, I would move the boys. He said that nobody he knew of had been hurt. They had lost horses, a lot of cattle and animals of one kind or another and people had been terrified. The mutilations were going on at a much heavier rate during this period -- this was 1976 -- the mutilations were occurring weekly.


Jim: About that time, the school bus driver, who was watching a large ranch for the owners and had some cattle of his own, moved back to Nebraska after being terrified. His son's yearling was mutilated and the boy evidently saw something that terrified him.

Barbara: His mother came over and asked me if we had seen anything like her son had seen because his father hadn't believed him. He had seen something very large and was really scared. I didn't want to discuss it because of the children but said that we had had some strange occurrences.


Jim: Also, during that period, two airline pilots and the son of one of them came out and wanted to put a landing strip on our land in exchange for my use of their plane. I agreed. About three weeks later, one of them and two others were killed in a crash nearby in clear weather. The plane was found in the daytime, but I don't know if it happened in the day or at night. Others who have inquired deeping into the mutilations, I understand, have disappeared, including the editor of a magazine who was never seen again. I also understand that two National Guard interceptors were up close to here and went down while in pursuit of a UFO at night. All of this was a little unnerving so I decided I was going to stop my own inquiry. I was going to just quietly mind my own business.

Jim: The forest ranger, David, from California came again to visit. It was late at night, about 2 a.m. Almost all of these incidents have happened at night; we have never seen anything during the daytime. Peggy and Harry were also visiting. Nine disks landed in the front yard and I got a very clear view of them. They matched exactly one of the pictures I had seen in a book I have. Harry and Barbara were at the window and David was asleep in the bedroom. I called for David and I started out the front door. I was walking toward them as Barbara and Harry watched from the window.

Barbara: Harry and I were watching from the window, both from the same window. What I can't figure out is that Jim and I saw such a large array of them but Harry saw large, dark
footballDescription: shapes as if they were blocking part of the view. We were trying to see what would happen in the whole area -- and watching Jim walk out -- which I didn't want him to do. I have no awareness of what happened as far as what anyone else saw from that point on. My face was close to the glass and something hit me in the forehead -- a forceful impact like something hit me. I was knocked back off the couch and fell on the floor. Harry saw light out of the corner of his eye, and Jim said he saw a flash of light. I didn't see it.

Jim: Harry yelled to me and I said I saw it. Harry said, "It's Barbara, it's Barbara." And I went running back to the house and found her in the middle of the floor.

Barbara: The next thing I remember after looking out and seeing them was Jim putting a flashlight in my eyes to see if I had a concussion.

Jim: While I was working over Barbara on the floor, they disappeared. I thought about it subsequently and wondered why they didn't do it to me since I was the one walking toward them. But then I began to understand that they did the most practical thing that could be done to get me back inside and get both people away from the window. And I think I really began to respect how clever they were. Then I began to suspect that maybe the government was doing it to us. Except that there were a lot of unusual things. For instance, David had been paralyzed during the incident -- he could hear us calling but couldn't get up until it was over. But then he went out walking with me and we all heard ultrasonics, the extremely high-pitched sounds, were going on out there and continued all night. David was sick then for three days. The sound would sometimes give us headaches but not all of us all at once -- to different individuals at different times.


Jim: I went back to the Law Officer and had a talk with him and he started telling me about some of the incidents that had happened again and about how he had pictures. He said they have a box and he had seen it on occasion. He had seen blinking lights, where there shouldn't be any, in trees, and such. He said he was out on a patrol one night and he saw, in a group of trees, this box that was blinking. He said he didn't want to go in alone so he raced back to town and picked up another Law Officer to go with him. When he got back, the trees were gone, the box was gone, everything was gone. He thought they had gone into the ground; he had seen things go into the ground before. He is reasonably convinced that they just go into the ground; I've never seen that happen.


Jim: There is one piece of what you might call physical evidence on the ranch; there is a big burned spot on the top of the hill - approximately 35 feet across where nothing would grow the first year -- it's beginning to grow in a little now. On a compulsion, the older boy, Joe, and I drove up there one night and parked at the circle. In the trees, a bright yellow light, not bright I guess, a little dim but yellow -- looked like an old car headlight, just shined on the car -- the back was toward the trees. We got out and walked, over there was a box on the ground. I told Joe to stay back about 10 feet. It was making a buzzing sound just like zzzzz and there was light like inside it but not on it. Hard to describe. It was night but there was a full moon and as I walked to about four feet from it, it changed its tone entirely. It sounded like a bunch of angry bees. The sound went up so I backed away and I told Joe to go back to the car and watch me as I walked up to the box. We then walked back to the car and I told Joe that whatever happens, do not leave the car. Then I walked back and the box was gone. Following that is the part that Barbara prefers that I leave out.

Barbara: Absolutely!

Investigator: Are you leaving it out because it's personally embarrassing or because it's terrifying?

Jim: Too incredulous, that's the part that is too kooky, frankly. And she requested that I didn't. And I don't think that close encounters of the third kind are really interesting to anyone except to whom they happen.

Barbara: If something should happen, something should go wrong and our names should be connected with this, I could face it but I could not face this other situation. And I'm too psychologically upset -- almost destroyed - by this whole thing anyway and I'm trying very hard to keep from feeling that I have experienced something that I didn't experience -- or did I experience it and can't remember, or what.

(At this point, Barbara is shaking so badly she can hardly light her cigarette. She has been practically chain smoking since the beginning of the narrative.)


Jim: There were quite a number of other things. I think they fit pretty much into a pattern. One afternoon I went out walking in the woods and I saw a bird that was about three feet tall. I got one clear side of it -- it was brown and had three feather-like appendages on its head. We have a whole set of animal books and I went through them trying to track it down. I didn't find that any such animal existed on earth as I knew it. I tried to follow it and it went around those rolling hills and was gone. I came back to the house, and as I was coming through the fence, there was a slight snowstorm. We have this huge coon hound, and as I approached the fence, the kids saw me coming (they could just see me barely in the snow). The dog saw me and came running, and when he got to the fence, he stopped and started barking and growling when he got close to me. When I passed, he picked up some kind of an odor and wasn't letting me through the fence. That scared the kids and they went running into the house, thinking that something was coming -- they could just see the shape on the hill. The dog was still not letting me through the fence even though I was talking to him. It took three or four minutes of hard talking before my own dog let me through the fence. And I had been crawling all around where this unusual birdlike thing was. And I really thought about what it could be or how it could be, and I've come up with no data at all, except that it was a very unusual animal. And then it was just gone. And I don't hallucinate -- you know; I mentioned that I took acid -- but I've never had a conscious hallucination in my life, that I'm aware of. And I'm sure that if I had, it would be over more than birds at the ranch, because I never had them off the ranch.


Jim: One night very late, I was lying on my couch -- it was a particularly black night -- no moonlight, no stars -- and I told Barbara that there was not much sense in my staying awake cause I couldn't see anything anyhow. I used to wait for the chickens to crow to go to sleep. It really messed up my schedule, cause I
felt that somehow I had a duty to protect everybody. I slept with a shotgun all night. When I lay down on the couch there was just enough light remaining to see a little. I looked up, and right at the window -- there was no place to stand as it was a high window -- was the outlined shape of a man looking at me. He had on some tight-fitting apparel -- I couldn't see any colors -- just the black outline. I got up and I went to Barbara's bedroom.

Barbara: He rapped on the door. Most of what I have told you is what happened to me. This is the other thing that happened to me and me alone. I had the same thing: the blood pressure, the heart beat, the difficult breathing. I was sitting straight up in bed when Jim rapped on the door. I was trying to light a cigarette and I dropped the match on the bed in my state of terror. I opened the door and he came in and said that he had seen something strange out in front and wondered if I was all right. I told him I was having the same kind of symptoms and that I was very concerned that I was developing a heart problem. But I had gone in and had tests and they said no; I was very tense but nothing else was wrong.

Jim: She was very upset so I sat down on the bed and asked if there was anything that I could get her. I took her pulse and sat and talked to her; because when we have had really close contact at the house, it is hard to describe the feeling. People get naturally upset; they don't see anything, but as part of the pattern, I figured she would be upset when I went to the bedroom -- and she was. I had put a big black chair in front of the front door. We were sitting in there just talking and the front door opened and it hit the chair with a bang. And I jumped up and went running in the front room and the door was closed again. I went back in the bedroom and I sat down on the bed and I was telling her that it was just the wind or something. The next thing was this voice that came inside of my head just like a loudspeaker. It said, "We don't need to open your door to come into your home." I don't remember if that was the exact wording. And I told Barbara what I had just heard and she looked at me in a funny way.

Barbara: I thought he was losing it -- I'll be honest -- he knows I thought it.

Jim: And then a noise started in the front room like a bussing noise like bees.

Barbara: It came all the way through the house to right outside my bedroom door. This I heard too.

Jim: She was holding on to my arm until she gave me black and blue spots and I frankly didn't want to get up and go into the kitchen to see what it was -- I was glad she was holding on to me. And the sound just went away then -- nothing more. I was sure that something was going to come into the bedroom but it didn't.


Barbara: We were going into town very early one morning just after daybreak and just at a sharp bend in the road ... I think Charlie was the first one that saw it. He said, "Look at that big thing over there." I looked and Harry looked and it was cone-shaped. And I couldn't tell you the size because I don't have the ability to judge size. I didn't think of what it could be. I thought -- weather balloon, whatever, I didn't really pay any attention. I told Jim about it. He had gotten some books at that time. He had one that had a picture of a cone-shaped one and that's exactly what it looked like.

Jim: From the description I got from all three of them, it was immense; it was hundreds of feet, at least, across. It was six times the apparent size of a farmhouse 1/4 mile away, you know, in comparative sizes. It was a huge ship.


Barbara: I had only one other sighting of the animal that they described to you. I assume from what I saw later that what I saw carrying the box was the animal -- only because it looked like that would be what it was -- that is an assumption. We have had no less than 20 people see "Big Foot" at the ranch. Jim stepped out onto the porch without turning the porchlight on. I was in the dining room and he rapped on the window several times without turning around and I saw him and I went to the door and opened it and came out behind him. He led me onto the porch and said, "If you want to see one, I can show you where it is." And he started lining up the trees. The living room light was not on but the dining room one was casting sort of an oblique light. I leaned forward to look out and he said, "Right between those two trees, look very closely." I do not have 20-20 vision without my glasses on but I could see it. It was hunched over, and as I leaned out to look at it like this, using my hand to shade my eyes, it leaned out and went exactly like that to me. It was large and it was stooped down and it did lean down and go just exactly like I did.

Jim: The only night that we saw a large number of them was the night we picked up the kids at school. We were going back to the ranch. Do you remember when that meteorite came down over Colorado -- some time last year? We got a very clear view of that -- it was right ahead of us on the road. It exploded and came down right in front of us. It looked to me like it hit the ranch. We got to the ranch and talked about it and heard about it on TV -- I would swear it was magnesium -- it flared that brightly.

Jim: We have some friends from
TexasDescription: who got a pretty big "jolt" at the ranch.

Barbara: They have had some very serious problems develop because they were there when a very bad thing happened.

Jim: Trust me to tell what I want to tell, will you?

Barbara: All right.

Jim: I know how to upset "them," and a lot of the things that scare Barbara involve their taking punitive action against us. I found that when I had guests that I wanted to see something, I could get a stack of wires and go out and get very busy with them, like I was putting something up. We would go back to the house and watch, and within a short period of time, they would be up there checking out what we did, and everyone could get a view of them. I did it several times, as sort of half a joke. Dan, the friend from
TexasDescription:, was giving the old "you're not giving me that kind of junk, are you?" Electronics is his field, and he is a computer expert with a large company, and he is impressed with his own self-importance. Well, I went up deliberately to stir them up. I found that certain elements very much upset them -- silver being the main element. I have a large collection of Indian silver jewelry and I discovered inadvertently that they shied away from silver. So I went up to the circle, the burned spot I spoke about, and stuck silver bracelets in the ground along with the wires, like I was really putting something intense up. I came back to the house and we were all sitting playing Risk. I didn't know what would transpire but I hoped I would upset them. About two in the morning, the lights went out in the house, right on schedule. This voice came out of nowhere again and it wasn't FM; it was obviously intended to be terrifying and sounded like a computerized voice -- very mechanical-sounding. It was coming out of every radio and TV speaker in the house. We were sitting right in front of a console stereo, and the voice came out of it, and I can almost recite the words exactly. They are burned into my memory. "Attention, we have allowed you to remain. We have interfered with your lives very little. Do not cause us to take action which you will regret. Your friends will be instructed to remain silent concerning us."

Barbara: That's very close.

Jim: That's just about the words. Well, Dan was extremely thrilled when the lights came back on, cause he said, "Now, I'm in my field." He asked if he could take apart our TV set and stereo.

Barbara: He was quite good electronically; he guaranteed that anything he took apart, he could get back together again.

Jim: And he started to dismantle it. He went through the whole unit and he said that he couldn't figure it out, but that his technicians in
TexasDescription:, when he got back, would. He checked and the stereo was off; the phonograph was on when the lights went off but the radio receiver part was off; it was on phono. We found out that the type of transmitter it would take, from even close range, to cause a signal of that intensity to go through the house would be beyond our means to ever put up.

Barbara: But Dan was still sure that it was a hoax. His wife and children were all upset and crying, and Dan took his daughter off into another room and told her that they needed to find out if it was a trick or not. He told her to go back out and tell us she was frightened and wanted to leave immediately. We thought that if she acted upset enough and if were playing a trick on them; rather than ruin the whole vacation, we would admit it. I got very upset and said that they couldn't start back to
TexasDescription: in the middle of the night and I would call a friend in town to see if they could stay there. Then Dan talked to his daughter and they all calmed down and they stayed. And he just told us this weekend that he knew if it was going to ruin the whole vacation, and if it had been a trick, we would have admitted it to him. He had decided, to save his own sanity, that it was somebody else with a massive capacity pulling a hoax on us, and that we were gullible enough to go for it.

Barbara: Needless to say, Dan never found the trick. He went over the whole house; he even dumped the laundry bags. He went over everything. I was glad the house was clean.


Barbara: Really, we didn't mention the fact that, often, when the wall pounding was going on or when there would be a larger number of disks or the animal would be around more; quite often all the electricity would go off. I absolutely freaked out if anybody wanted to go out and check the breaker on the corral until after things had calmed down. We would check house breakers and eventually, go out to the corral and the breakers would be on out there. We developed a system of nobody going by themselves and nobody making a big issue out of something that at least two people didn't see or hear. Because it was too easy to get paranoid. Once I went out the back door and heard this horrible sound in the corral and screamed and freaked out and came running in. Everybody went out with flashlights and it was a cow that had gotten trapped in the corral. It's very easy to get into that and I could see my children doing it. Everything strange that happened -- a sudden windstorm that came up, a sudden fog that would roll in -- would be the space creature. It was becoming an absolutely paranoid thing -- it was very frightening.

Jim: I think we suffered as heavy on the mutilations as anyone I had heard of. We lost six cattle in two years. That is a pretty heavy amount of loss. In light of the fact that I was watching that land so carefully, I was determined to catch whoever it was. The reward was so high -- I wouldn't have minded at all. It now comes close to half a million dollars. The paranoia has gone down now -- two years ago in the county, you didn't dare stop on the side of the road. Those people were carrying high powered weapons and they would shoot anything that moved. It was really tense, and I can see the Law Officer's point of view, but I don't think you solve it by sweeping it under the rug when it is continuing to go on. The mutilations haven't gone down at all. Remember when the big mutilation thing was going on -- well, they haven't gone down at all!

Investigator: When you have a problem you don't know how to deal with, sweeping it under the rug isn't good, but what do you do instead?

Barbara: I wish someone would come up with a very neat package to answer that.

26. CE III

Jim. Will you remove me from my promise?

Barbara: Oh, Jim!

Jim: Trust me.

Barbara: Alright.

Jim: Because I want to get it out of my mind too and then forget it.

Barbara: Alright, go ahead.

Jim: Because it's necessary to develop what particularly bothers me. Well, the night that we saw the box, I stopped at the top of the hill and looked down into the trees and there was a light in the trees. I told Joe to go on to the house, and I walked down into the trees, and I think that's the closest I ever came to being afraid. I didn't feel fear, in that sense, but my legs wouldn't move. I had to force my legs to take me down cause I didn't know what I would see. I walked down to the light and there were two individuals waiting for me in the light. The light didn't come from anywhere -- I can't describe it -- it was just light. They obviously weren't nervous and as soon as I walked up, they spoke to me by name and told me .... I can quote that exactly, "How nice of you to come." It was just as though I had been expected. Down below, possibly 50 or 60 feet from us, was a disk on the ground. It was lightly lit, just light enough to see; I can describe it exactly. I've burned that in my memory. I was up there maybe five minutes; they apologized for the inconveniences they had caused us, told us that a more equitable arrangement would be worked out between us, whatever that means. I wanted to ask a lot of questions but found that I didn't -- you know, like where are you from. I didn't ask any of that. There are several things they asked me not to repeat that have no significant meaning at all -- they are unrelated to anything. I think maybe they were just checking to see if I would keep my mouth shut. I told them that if they were mutilating cattle, it was very foolish to do so and draw that much attention to themselves. I complained about the damage to the cars; they never admitted doing any of it. One thing they did do was that they mentioned the box and that I did the right thing backing away from it -- it was what I called an implied threat. They nodded, and approximately 20 to 30 feet away, "Big Foot" as I call him, got up and walked toward the box. The box changed tone and he dropped. They said, "As you can see, they are quite lethal." They said that they would come back and talk again. There were no good-byes, I just somehow felt it was time to go. They did tell me that my memory wouldn't be tampered with. I think that is about it. I didn't ask any of the questions that I had figured I would want to ask. Somehow, they seemed juvenile. And I had no doubts that these were two men -- they were men -- I can describe them almost exactly. I had seen them before; this is the thing I hadn't mentioned. I hadn't gotten a really close look but the two that spoke to me were not identically the same as those that I had seen before. They were similar; these were definitely humanoid. They were approximately 5 ft, 6 in. tall. I would say. They had on tight-fitting clothing, you know, like a flight suit. I noticed the clothing changed colors, from brown to silver, but I don't know how. They were very fair, had large eyes and seemed perfectly normal, completely relaxed. They had blond hair with something over the head but I could still see their hair. They had something like a whole flight suit on, skin-fitted. The hair was obviously blond and wasn't long; it didn't make much of an impression. The thing that impressed me the most was the eyes, and if I were judging what they were, I would say there were humanoids. They were different from people but not different enough that you couldn't call them people.

Investigator: If you saw them on the street, you would stare at them as being different?

Jim: Right, but not freaked out by them. Their facial features were finer, the eyes were larger; they would have been striking but..... Almost effeminate, almost delicately effeminate, completely self assured; they obviously were handling the situation with me very well.

Investigator: Did you turn around and walk away from them or did they go first?

Jim: I went first. We talked; there were no good-byes. It was just like well, we're finished, and I just walked off. I thought about all of the things I would have liked to have asked but I couldn't figure out why. Then I couldn't figure out why they had even bothered to talk to me. It was obvious that I was supposed to come. They didn't say anything that would indicate why, except a more equitable arrangement.

Barbara: You weren't feeling well that night, I remember.

Jim: I was feeling very bad.

Barbara: Jim has a heart condition too.

Jim: A myocardial infarction -- I didn't particularly want to go up the hill but I felt somehow compelled to go up. Nothing that happened was phemonenal; I can't figure why or how. They didn't give me any earth-shattering information or even admit they were mutilating the cattle. The only thing I found out for sure is that this big fuzzy thing, "Big Foot," obeys the commands. I found that out. I found out the box can be lethal, if they were telling me the truth. It was, all in all, a very pleasant conversation we had -- no trouble with them after that. This happened approximately January of 1977. The part that was interesting was that they would see us again, and I was really excited. I came back and told everybody that they would be down to the house to visit one day. It was a very pleasant conversation and I would define them as diplomats. They were very capable of handling what they had to -- they were very smooth and if I were judging by the ones that I have seen before, they were larger and they were more humanoid; if anything, they were half breed. They looked enough like people that -- in a laboratory, we could produce people that looked just like it. That was my first thought -- that somehow the government was trying to do this. They were completely self-assured; they spoke vernacular English. I was pretty rocked, because I did see the disk and it was quite clear. I walked on back to the house; it wasn't very long that I was gone, I'm sure. I wasn't with them very long. I was excited over the more equitable arrangement; I guess I had some illusion that they were going to give me the cure for cancer or a billion dollars or something -- at least pay for the car's transmissions. Shortly after that is when Barbara saw the other type of UFO -- the ice cream cone-shaped one.

Jim: I was asleep on the couch. John was there because it was a weekend. It was about two in the morning. I sleep very soundly, as a rule. I woke up completely awake - wide awake - and I couldn't move. I was lying on the couch looking out - there are French doors in front of it. I couldn't talk but I could breathe all right and I wanted Barbara and John to get in there and turn the lights on and see it. I was forcing the air out of my larynx and making strange sounds. They could hear me but they weren't coming. And this thing was just looking at me. And I can describe it very vividly - all that was working was my eyes - I couldn't move. It was approximately seven feet tall, very skinny arms and legs, extremely skinny. It had an object on its chest - I could see the shaping of it very clearly, like a box, but it wasn't flat. It was pointed. It had like three hoses on each side; this creature had a thing over its head, like a space helmet with a plastic covering. It wasn't at all terrifying; it was more or less pathetic in appearance - almost helplessly pathetic. It was just looking at me in the same way that you would look at a patient on the table, not cruelly or indifferently, just looking. I kept making these noises and it just vanished. It just wasn't there anymore and I said, "Oh, God, I'm hallucinating - I've lost my mind." Then I decided, no, I really couldn't be.

Barbara: John and I got in there just after it had disappeared so we didn't see it The reason it took us so long was that John could not get me awake, and he was torn between running to see what was happening and trying to wake me. And we lost a few seconds that way. By the time we finally got in there, it was all over.

John has had some experiences on his own and I'll leave that to him.

Jim: I think the reason that it is all so interesting to me is that we were headed toward a more amiable relationship with them, you know, after talking with them. The disasters had stopped, the pounding on the house had stopped, the terrorism had stopped, and after talking, I kind of liked them. They were pleasant and whatever they were -- I hadn't decided they came from space and I'm still not sure of that. But then again, after that, the hostilities started up again. That was extremely disorienting. The situation got extremely tense with no apparent reason. No disasters happened after that, but from the time that I talked with whatever it was on the hill until I saw the thing at the couch, everything was running smoothly.


Jim: It was almost exciting that we could live peacefully with whatever it was from wherever they were from.

Barbara: I think this is what finally broke me because everything was going so peacefully and I thought we were going to be able to stay. And I really love that place and I thought everything was going to smooth out -- and then it didn't.

Jim: Then after whatever it was -- it obviously wasn't humanoid -- it wasn't a humanoid form at all -- it wasn't hostile -- it wasn't threatening -- it wasn't dangerous -- after that everything went back to double doses of tension. It got much worse - the tension, not necessarily the activity. It was a thing of -- we knew we were unwanted. It's a gut-level feeling that's hard to describe exactly. We knew that something wanted us out. Barbara felt the same thing, exactly. Shortly after this sighting, we had an accidental fire with paint on the porch. It had nothing to do with them, but on top of all this feeling, that was it.

Barbara: I've often read about what they call the "Fight of Flight" and I've often wondered which one I am; well, I've decided I'm definitely flight. The only reason I didn't leave right then was that the children were there and Jim was there and how can you leave someone. But it took me an instant to make that decision; it wasn't a gut-level decision. I froze, instantly, and then I very stupidly grabbed a candlestick and ran out to the porch. Naturally, what he needed was water but I didn't know that. I really thought we were being attacked. I just decided that I couldn't take that anymore because I had faced the fact that if I ran out there, I would probably die. And I figured that that I was getting far off the end of the stick when going out there to die didn't seem that important. And I thought, it's time to leave before you lose it all.


Jim: This leads us back to another incident. A friend of a friend who was in the Army came out to the ranch to visit. He knew nothing about it; this was just his trip to the country. He spent the night but he wouldn't go into the woods; he felt something was very wrong and he didn't want to go out. We didn't press him and we didn't discuss anything. The next morning when we got up, he was already up and was walking across the fields. He would walk stiltedly out and then turn around and run back; he was doing that back and forth and everyone thought that he was crazy. When we asked him what was going on, he said that every time he got near the house, something took control of him and forced him to walk back into the fields.


I go back periodically (to the ranch). We had some guests from California and they wanted to go out and see what was happening. And I took them out and we spent the night at the ranch and were looked over again. And the reason that I think that I really wanted to bring it to someone's attention is I'm reasonably sure that they play rough. It's not big brothers from space who are interested in us as spiritual beings or whatever. I'm absolutely convinced that they couldn't care less if we live or die. We're nuisances, although I think they may be more
humanitarianDescription: than we are. And I can only assume that they are watching us, watching our military potential, because I can't conceive of anything else. I have no doubts that they are mutilating the cattle -- none at all. The cattle are being lifted into the air, they are being drained of blood, they are being mutilated, and they are being lowered. If they wanted to do just biological research on cattle, they could have disposed of the remains without them being found. And they are left where they will be found. It is obviously some intent to instill fear and it has been quite successful. The people are extremely fearful. And, about the story that helicopters are doing it -- I figured out early in the game that the government is sending in helicopters in large numbers from several sources but they are doing it to cover what is really happening. I'm absolutely sure that the helicopters have nothing to do with the mutilations. They have had intensive radar nets over that area -- and the Law Officer has been kept only moderately informed. The reasons for what they are doing, I think, scare me a little. Certainly they behaved better than man would have under the same circumstances. If he wanted something, he would have taken it. But I'm not at all sure that their purposes and intents are at all favorable to us, or that there is anything we can do, but, at least knowledge for knowledge, it is valuable. I have no idea that there is any way that man could stop them or even impede them. But I know that they have no difficulty at all in immobilizing a person -- because I've been paralyzed and that's my freak-out. I'm a little bit claustrophobic and when I can't move.... With Barbara, it's her mind. I don't care about my mind -- they can go through it all they want to. But don't stop me from moving. That happened about six times to me after that.

This paralysis has happened to several people and I can't conceive of any purpose they could have out there other than to create terror -- maybe again, I think in a military way. And that doesn't go, in my thinking, with wanting to make a favorable association with man. It isn't the basis of an amiable relationship to start off instilling terror and I'm sure what they have done could serve no other purpose. They terrorized us, they terrorized others and mutilated cattle being found all over nine states, I understand. I'm not at all sympathetic toward them, frankly. The things that went on out there left few doubts that they appear extraterrestrial, and I have few doubts that they are not friendly.

If you ever found out anything, I'd love to know. I'm pretty sure that the things that happened out there are significant enough, at least, like the box. I haven't read about the box but enough people have seen it. I'm reasonably sure that there is one permanent installation that can be tracked down or at least surveyed by someone. And I'm reasonably sure that the activity is increasing, not diminishing. I have some curiosity about how often this is happening. I have read reports about the alleged kidnapping of Travis Walton in Arizona. The same type of thing -- occurred with the man on Mt. Evans who said something was after him. And it just quietly disappeared out of the news. And of course, I'm familiar with the Betty and Barney Hill thing. I have mixed feelings -- like the Hickson-Parker case in Pascagoula, Mississippi.

But when it happens to you, your skepticism goes very quickly, you know. It's a hard thing. I can't believe it happened to somebody else; but at the same time, I don't doubt that it happened to me. I think it is probably the same spot that a lot of people are in.

I think the reason that I need to give my opinion in that these creatures, whatever they are, the humanoid ones, the ones we have seen, with the exception of the two "more humanoid" ones, have always appeared to be afraid of something. They are extremely nervous, extremely jumpy, extremely terrified of something and I'm sure it isn't us. That I have no doubt of; it isn't people. I'm sure they are watching the military base for some unknown reason. I can't think of any other reason for them to be there. Whatever this other thing was that showed up; I actually feel more friendly toward this non-humanoid form than I do toward the ones that look humanoid. I'm reasonably sure the humanoids are afraid of them; again supposition. Yes, supposition, you know body language, the way it looked at me; it obviously wasn't afraid of anything, if that makes sense. It was there, it intended to be there, it was almost like a compassional thing; as if you were describing it as a religious experience, almost. You know, you come in contact with something very great. But I never felt that with the disks and whoever was on them. They had always been very nervous when anyone showed up. It was almost an extreme paranoia except for the one time I mentioned that I walked up and talked to them. They were very calm, very in control of themselves on that occasion. When I was talking to the Law Officer, he said that activity ceased when ships of this other type, like Barbara saw, showed up. She wasn't the only one to see it; other people in the community saw it too. And what he was relating to me was the fact that the activity would somehow go down because this other ship showed up. There has been a consistent pattern of the disks diminishing when this other ship shows up. He didn't know anything about the occupants. And again, supposition; I'm reasonably assured this other skinny, non-humanoid type is in the ice cream cone-shaped thing. And what they are up to or what they are doing or the rest of it is, I think, partly what I am interested in. There is something going on between them, because I know, at the ranch, they apparently weren't at all interested in us. We were just nuisances.

I think I am extremely interested in how they can get into a person's mind, because they have no difficulty controlling mind or body. Everybody has had the same feelings. Several people have seen the humanoids. Again, I was the only one who saw this skinny thing.
posted by Aileen @ 8:22 AM0

English - PERSONAL EXPERIENCES From a new friend in Canada.

Feacturing  Aileen Garoutte

This blog (UFOexperiences) has been created to inform the public about the UFO subject. It also contains peripheral phenomena. Created by Aileen Garoutte, previously Director of The UFO Contact Center International.

From a new friend in Canada.

Carnac Stone Rows. Photo by Mike Peel (

I have not had any experiences with UFO or ET phenomena, other than a dream about being an extraterrestrial, which kept occuring from when I was a toddler to when I was in my forties.

I have memories starting when I was about nine year's old of many, many experiences which I have now learned to call "exceptional" experiences. At the time, each experience seemed quite natural and normal and sometimes it wasn't until weeks later that somebody's reaction to my relating the experience indicated to me that it was an "exceptional" experience. Many of my experiences have involved sharing thoughts, feelings and images with others, and experiencing the mutual influencing of thoughts, feelings and images which such sharing brought to my awareness. Time, disance and physicality did not appear to be factors in such experiences.

I strongly suspect that extra-terrestrial intelligences may have influenced my experiences after I was "killed" during a game at a YMCA boys camp, on a rainy afternoon. We were playing pirates in one of the cabins and I had a noose placed around my neck. One of the boys prodded me in the ribs with his hunting knife and I stepped off the edge of the steamer trunk. I don't know how long they let me hang there before somebody cut me down, but the fibers of the rope were embedded in a purple welt around my neck for several days. I wasn't upset. I just thought that it was a stupid thing to do because somebody might have been hurt!

The incident was reported to the camp leaders (not by me!) and the parents of the boy who stuck me with the knife were summoned to remove the boy from the camp. There was concern that the lack of oxygen may have caused brain damage, but I went on to excel in school, university, the military and in industry. Also my memories of my exceptional experiences start at that time. The instant I stepped off the trunk everything went black, and stayed black until later when I came to lying on the floor of the cabin. The fact that I did not have a "classic" Near Death Experience has made me wonder if people can only experience NDEs when their brain is getting oxygen.

My tendency is to look for the "golden thread" of knowledge or wisdom which is in each experience I have. From this "killing" experience, I deduced the following:

1. (Personal) I am very objective about my own life. My lack of concern about being so close to dying surprised a lot of people.

2. (Personal) something or somebody intervened while I was "dead." Not only did I not have brain damage, I had brain stimulation to enable me to excel at the challenges of life, to put me into the top 2% of intelligent people in the world, and to help me to be aware of energy (information) transfers about which very few others are aware.

3. (General) Near Death Experiences require that the brain gets oxygen.

On our first trip together to Great Britain, my wife Barbara and I rented a car and, with the help of an old British Automobile Association guide book, loaned to us by a friend at workDescription:, we set out to explore some of the historical treasures of Great Britain which were apart from the normal tourist travel areas. One cool, grey, drizzly morning we were driving up a narrow country road near the village of Avebury and noticed two rows of large standing stones going up the pasture parallel to the road. Curious, we parked the car and went through a cattle gate which was at the bottom of the two rows of stones and which had a small plaque, telling us how these ancient standing stores had been re-erected as they had been many centuries before.

Barbara went to the first stone at the bottom of the first row and I walked over to the first stone at the bottom of the second row. It was a tall stone, about a foot or so taller than me, and was about four feet wide and a couple of feet deep. As I walked around the stone, admiring its ridges and crevices, I got in my mind an image of a young man dressed in warrior's garb. I also got the feeling that this was a rather sickly young man, who was distressed because he couldn't be like his renowned and respected warrior father. Fascinated with the images and feelings I was experiencing, I walked over to Barbara to tell her about them, but Barbara was obviously in a quiet , meditative state so I waited patiently until she was ready to talk with me. The stone that Barbara had chosen was not quite as tall as had been mine, and was shaped like a slightly cupped hand reaching out of the earth. I got an image of a gentle older lady, and the wonderful feeling of a grandmother's love. Without thinking, I exclaimed, "Wow, what a beautifully gentle lady!" Startled, Barbara asked why I had said that. When I told her about the image and feelings I was experiencing, she revealed that she was experiencing a similar image and set of feelings.

Then Barbara and I walked together, slowly from stone to stone, zigzagging back and forth between the two rows, sharing with each other the images and feelings which we experienced as we approached and walked around each of the stones. We discovered that each stone represented a very distinctive personality and that the row furthest from the road contained all male personalities. But we weren't just observing the images and feelings about these personalities, we were actually interacting with these people, wordlessly asking them questions as they wordlessly welcomed us as if we were long-absent members of their community. We could "see" the homes they lived in, the clothes they wore, and the beautiful, tall-treed forest which surrounded their small village. We met the father of the sickly young man I had met at the first stone, and we met a hard-working housewife and her farmer/hunter/part-time warrior husband. We met many people, all distinct personalities and all respectfully welcoming to us.

But, although the images and feelings which Barbara and I were experiencing were similar, our interpretation of them was sometimes quite different. As we approached one stone, I remarked on the image and feelings I got about a loving father of many children. Barbara interpreted the image and feelings she was receiving as being of a priest with a great love for his parisioners. As we approached another stone I said that this was a very regal lady, and Barbara said that this was a high priestess. Although there were many more stones in the two rows past this High Priestess stone, this was as far as we went. For the High Priestess personality greeted us with brief exchange of formalities, told us that we knew what we had to do and instructed us to get on with it. I felt a bit snubbed and, as we slowly walked back down the hill between the two rows of stones, I tried to recapture the camaraderie which we had experienced with the stones on our walk up the hill. But the other personalities had become distant and, although still respectful, urged us to follow the directive of the High Priestess and get on with our mission.

At no time during our visit with the personalities, who were revealed to us as we walked among the stones, did we feel that we were experiencing anything abnormal or unusual. To us at the time, it was a perfectly normal day with normal, common-place events. We had a tape recorder in the car but did not consider the experience to be significant enough to record anything about it, and that night I just wrote in my diary that today we had met some interesting people who had lived several thousand years ago. It wasn't until a week or so later, when we happened to mention our Avebury morning to some acquaintances, that their reaction to our story made us aware that perhaps it had been an exceptional experience. Then my scientific curiosity kicked in and I wanted to find out as much as I could about the Avebury stones and the subject and found that William Shakespeare had reportedly commented on the Avebury stones that, "These are not stones. These are people." In a castle in Northern Scotland, we found a description of the climate and environment of Great Britain in ancient days and that description coincided with the warm weather and heavily-wooded environment we had experienced with our "acquaintances" that morning in Avebury.

Our research indicated that the people we met that day may have lived about 4,000 or 5,000 years ago, long before the time of the Druids, who are credited with erecting such stones. That the thoughts, images and feelings of these ancient people can still be accessed by modern man indicates that somehow, somewhere, the energy patterns corresponding to these thoughts images and feelings are stored in perpetuity and can be accessed when one is provided with the 'signature energy pattern' of the personalities who had formed these thoughts, images and feelings. Perhaps our attitude of openness and receptivity had caused the standing stones to reveal these 'signature energy patterns' to us and enabled us to think with the thoughts feelings and images of those ancient people.

This was a form of time travel which I had not previously envisaged. There have been many stories written about people going back in time, interacting with the people of the past and thus changing their future (our present). Barbara and I did interact with these people from the past, exchanging our present day thoughts, feelings and images with their ancient ones. But we didn't go back in time - in essence we brought them forward in time, to our time, now, today. By so doing, we didn't change their history, but they did part of our modern thoughts, feelings and images. Who knows, someday, far in the future someone may access my thoughts, feelings and images of today, and thus will I travel forward in time and influence the future. As a scientist, this form of time travel is reasonable, logical and therefore acceptable within my belief systems.

My research has indicated that, in ancient days, before the prevalence of the written word, it was known that a 'signature energy pattern' or 'personality link' could be created in an object, such as a stone, by keeping the stone nearby for long periods of time. People who played an important and influential role in a community were encouraged to keep a stone, of such a size and distinction that it would not be accidentally misplaced, near them when they slept, or under their 'throne' when they were dispensing their wise management of their community. Depending on the nature and size of the stone "links," the stones would be placed by the community in circles, rows, or stacked to form small huts, so that perceptive people in the community could easily go to them to access the knowledge and wisdom of their forebears. Some communities had their notables store their "links" in round stones about the size of a human head, then stacked these stones in a pile, with a tunnel leading under the pile to its center, where a perceptive person could go to meditate and draw on the accumulated wisdom of all the forefathers whose "link stones'' were in the pile. These "link stones" were probably the origin of the modern headstones which are placed at the head of a person's grave. But, unfortunately, we neglect to have the person store in the headstone a link to his immortal personality.

Links to one's immortal personality are also stored in things like keys and pieces of jewelry and if the person is still alive, can be used by a perceptive person to link to the thoughts, images and feelings which the person is currently experiencing. These are sometimes useful to the police in locating missing persons.

When more people in our society learn to accept this form of communication, maybe we can go back to the ways of the ancients, communicating by means of the much more and efficient and effective links to our immortal personalities, instead of with the biased and interpretive words of written language.

posted by Aileen @ 7:51 PM

English - George Adamski The Story of a UFO Contactee by Professor Solomon

George Adamski
The Story of a UFO Contactee
by Professor Solomon
Illustrated by Steve Solomon

George Adamski
The Story of a UFO Contactee
Copyright © 2009 by Top Hat Press
Professor Solomon is the author of a comprehensive study of the UFO phenomenon (from which this has been taken). His book may be downloaded free at:

During the 1950s the Earth was visited by the Space People. Unlike today’s aliens, the Space People were tall and attractive, high-minded and benevolent. And they were wise. To share with us their wisdom, they made contact with selected individuals. The most celebrated of these was George Adamski.

Adamski was a philosopher who dwelt on a mountain top in California. In 1953 he was taken aboard a flying saucer, flown to a mother ship, and entrusted with a mission.

He was to communicate to Mankind the wisdom of the Space People.

Let us examine his life story, his encounters with the Space People, and his writings. And let us learn from him.


Early Years

Adamski was born in 1891 in Poland, to parents who “possessed an unusual and deeply religious approach to the wonders of creation,” we are told in a biographical sketch (by Charlotte Blodget) appended to Inside the Space Ships.

Two years later the family emigrated to America; and George was raised in Dunkirk, New York, in modest circumstances.

At an early age he dropped out of school. Yet Adamski had begun a regimen of self-education that would continue throughout his life. Already he knew that to learn about nature’s laws would be “the enduring quest of his life,” and that his aim in acquiring that knowledge would be to serve Mankind. No doubt he was a familiar figure at the public library in Dunkirk, and in subsequent places of residence.*

At 22 Adamski joined the Army, serving with a cavalry regiment on the Mexican border. And towards the end of his enlistment, in 1917, he married.

What little is known of his activities during the next decade comes from his FBI file.† During this period Adamski moved about the Western states in search of work. He served as a maintenance worker in Yellowstone National Park; a laborer in an Oregon flour mill; a concrete contractor in Los Angeles. According to that biographical sketch, his travels and variety of jobs gave Adamski an insight into the ways and problems of his fellow man. Adamski worked hard on these jobs. Yet his mind was always active. He was an eager and energetic student, in “the university of the world.”

Finally, the teacher emerged; and in1926 Professor Adamski (as he billed himself in his pre-contactee days) began to teach philosophy in Los Angeles. His students were anyone

* A number of flying saucer contactees have been self-educated.

Daniel Fry, author of Alan’s Message: To Men of Earth, tells of spending his evenings in “a night school class of one” in the reference room of the Pasadena Public Library.
He was investigated in 1953 after claiming that the material in a talk he had given on UFOs had been “cleared” by the FBI and the Air Force.

who cared to listen to the impromptu lectures of a sidewalk philosopher. A few years later, in nearby Laguna Beach, he founded the Royal Order of Tibet. The Royal Order met in a building called the Temple of Scientific Philosophy.

There the professor expounded upon the mysteries of Universal Law, to seekers of esoteric knowledge. And he traveled about California, New Mexico, and Arizona, giving lectures in behalf of the Royal Order. These early lectures Adamski would describe as “philosophical talks on the laws of life from a universal concept.”

What were his qualifications for this lofty calling? Adamski would claim to have lived and studied in Tibet. In any event, he had mastered (from whatever sources, in that “university of the world”) a vague body of generic wisdom and philosophy. (His teachings contain little that is specifically Eastern.) This knowledge he communicated via lectures, informal discussions, and self-published tracts and booklets. One of the booklets, published in 1936, was

Questions and Answers by the Royal Order of Tibet, as “compiled” by Professor G. Adamski. The work was intended, declared its author, “to enlighten the student or seeker of truth,” and to aid him in “awakening from the dream-life to t* Here is a sampling from Questions and Answers :

“What is conscious consciousness?

Consciousness as a Totality of Being is merely a state of passive awareness.…”

“What is the law of cosmic brotherhood?

Universal love, harmony, unity, the oneness of all things.…”

“What is man’s greatest enemy?


he reality which leads to Mastery.”*

One day a student presented him with a six-inch reflecting telescope; and Adamski began to explore—and to photograph—the heavens.

Amateur Astronomer

In 1940 Adamski and a few of his closest students—wishing to separate themselves from the travails of the world and devote themselves to philosophy—moved to a ranch near Mount Palomar. There they farmed and studied. Four years later the group acquired a 20-acre property on the mountain itself, with funds provided by Mrs. Alice Wells, one of the students. They cleared the land, built simple dwellings, and dubbed their new retreat Palomar Gardens.

They also built a restaurant, which became a gathering place for the group. Called the Palomar Gardens Cafe and run by Mrs. Wells, it catered to both tourists on the mountain and visitors to the retreat. Adamski served as its handyman and all-around helper; but in the evenings he gave informal talks in the dining room.

At the top of the mountain was the Hale Observatory. In his opening remarks in Flying Saucers Have Landed, Adamski would seek to dispel the confusion that had resulted from his sharing an address with the Observatory:

I am George Adamski, philosopher, student, teacher, saucer researcher. My home is Palomar Gardens, on the southern slopes of Mount Palomar, California, eleven miles from the big Hale Observatory, home of the 200-inch telescope—the world’s largest. And to correct a wide-spread error let me say here, I am not and never have been associated with the staff of the Observatory. I am friendly with some of the staff members, but I do not work at the Observatory.*

* Desmond Leslie and George Adamski, Flying Saucers Have Landed (Werner Laurie, 1953)—my source for most of the information on this phase of Adamski’s career.

Yet Adamski was an amateur astronomer. He had acquired by now a larger telescope: a fifteen-inch reflector. When night came to the mountain, he would head over to the dome in which the telescope was housed—to scan the heavens and ponder their mysteries.

One night in 1947, he watched as a series of lights moved across the sky. When one of them stopped abruptly and reversed its course, he said to himself: “This must be what they call a flying saucer.”

It was a notion Adamski was able readily to accept. His years of studying and teaching philosophy, he explains, had convinced him that beings similar to Man must inhabit countless planets of the Universe, and that some of them would have developed the means of interplanetary travel.

Adamski began to scan the sky in earnest, looking for spacecraft.And it was not long before he had spotted, and photographed, a number of them.

The local Rotary Club heard about the photos and invited him to give a talk on his sightings. A seasoned lecturer, Adamski was pleased to comply. The talk was well received by the Rotarians, and was given newspaper coverage.

Adamski applied himself now to obtaining more detailed photos of the spacecraft. In all kinds of weather, he scanned the sky through his telescope. And he began to entertain a hope—that one of the ships would land. That its occupants would emerge and speak with him—and maybe even give him a ride!

For the observations and photography that had become his obsession, Palomar Gardens was the perfect site. Its 3000-foot elevation afforded a clear view in every direction.

The view was inspiring as well: mountains, sea, distant San Diego. Night after night the philosopher spent with his telescope, often napping beside it in a hammock. In winter months the stars shone with an icy brilliance; and as the wind roared, not even the hot coffee that his wife (or a female follower) brought out to him could allay the cold.

But on spring and summer nights the breeze whispered through the trees—owls hooted—coyotes yapped at the moon. These were “nights of magic to recompense for those of discomfort as I continued my watch for the mysterious saucers.”

The saucers were increasingly visible (they were moving in closer to the Earth, he believed); and by 1952 Adamski had obtained a large quantity of photos, some of which showed “well outlined forms—but not much detail.” Many of the craft he sighted were in the vicinity of the Moon.

Word of the photos spread; and Adamski—an unpolished yet oddly compelling public speaker—became in demand in Southern California as a lecturer. In his talks he displayed blow-ups of his best photos—proof of the reality of flying saucers—photographic evidence! He also published an article in Fate magazine. Titled “I Photographed Space Ships,” it created a stir and brought in requests for copies of the photos (which Adamski supplied for a dollar each). As he became a figure of note in UFO circles, enthusiasts began to appear on his doorstep, often having driven a great distance to meet him.

Adamski knew, of course, that the response to the photos was mixed. Many people were scoffing and accusing him of fakery. But his lectures—however received—were serving a purpose, he insisted. They were causing people to take an interest in flying saucers, and to keep an eye out for the mysterious craft.

He continued to lecture, and to observe the sky at night, camera at the ready. And he was still holding forth at the Cafe. His subject, as before, was Cosmic Consciousness or the like—but with added reference now to our fellow inhabitants of the Universe.

Then, in 1952, Adamski began to hear “reports of saucers apparently landing in various desert areas not a great drive from Mount Palomar.”

At last. They were landing.


On the afternoon of November 20, 1952 (he tells us in Flying Saucers Have Landed ), Adamski had his first encounter— face-to-face contact—with a man from Space.

During the previous year he had journeyed on several occasions into the Mojave Desert, to areas where saucers were said to be landing. Nothing had come of those excursions.

On this day he was trying again. Accompanying him were Alice Wells; his secretary Lucy McGinnis; and four UFO enthusiasts, including Alfred Bailey and George Hunt Williamson.*

* Bailey (a railway conductor) and Williamson (an amateur anthropologist) had recently exchanged radio messages—in Morse code—with the occupants of a flying saucer. See their book The Saucers Speak! (New Age, 1954).

They drove about in the desert, watching the sky and following Adamski’s hunches as to a possible landing site.

Finally, he ordered that they stop and get out of the car. They roamed on foot now, in the rocky desert terrain. Mountains loomed about them, deceptively close. A strong wind was blowing; and the women tied scarfs around their heads. After a half-hour the party returned to the car for a picnic lunch. But the saucer watch continued as they scanned the sky and ate.

Suddenly, everyone turned to look over a ridge—and gaped. As Adamski describes it in Flying Saucers Have Landed : Riding high, and without sound, there was a gigantic cigar shaped silvery ship, without wings or appendages of any kind. Slowly, almost as if it was drifting, it came in our direction; then seemed to stop, hovering motionless.

Like a long, narrow cloud, the object hung there in the sky. Voices trembling with excitement, they debated the identity of the object. George Hunt Williamson was sure it was a spaceship. Lucy McGinnis deemed it an airplane; but unable to discern any wings, she suddenly changed her mind.

Yes, a spaceship!

They stared in amazement at the long, narrow craft—not a flying saucer, but a mother ship.

It began to move off.

“Someone take me down to the road—quick!” said Adamski.

“That ship has come looking for me and I don’t want to keep them waiting!”

Adamski, McGinnis, and Bailey hopped into the car and drove a half-mile down the road. The ship seemed to be following them. Turning onto a dirt road, they drove along a shallow canyon. Adamski pointed to the base of a hill— that was where he wanted to set up his telescope and camera.

As they arrived at the spot, the ship was directly overhead. Adamski leapt from the car and unpacked his equipment. He told McGinnis and Bailey to leave him and rejoin the others—he wanted to be alone. They should return for him in an hour.

The car sped away with a trail of dust. Meanwhile, the silver ship was drifting off, like a cloud in the wind. Soon it had disappeared over the mountains.

Adamski was alone with his equipment and thoughts. He attached camera to telescope, adjusted the eyepiece.

Then his attention was caught by a flash in the sky. And he saw something—“a beautiful small craft”—drifting between two mountain peaks and settling into a cove.

A flying saucer!

He began to take pictures. With another flash the saucer moved out of sight.

Adamski stood there, camera in hand, awed by the proximity of the saucer. He wondered if its occupants knew he had been taking pictures. And he fell into a reverie.
His thoughts were interrupted. Someone was standing about a quarter of a mile away, motioning for Adamski to come over.

As his companions (who would later sign an affidavit attesting to having witnessed the encounter) watched from a distance, Adamski walked toward the man. Strangely, he felt no fear. Hands thrust into the pockets of his windbreaker, he walked confidently and expectantly, as if approaching an old and trusted friend.

The man was wearing a jumpsuit. His long, blond hairwas blowing in the wind. He was smiling. Adamski halted an arm’s length from the stranger.

Now, for the first time I fully realized that I was in the presence of a man from space—A HUMAN BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!…The beauty of his form surpassed anything I had ever seen. And the pleasantness of his face freed me of all thought of my personal self. I felt like a little child in the presence of one with great wisdom and much love, and I became very humble within myself …for from him was radiating a feeling of infinite understanding and kindness, with supreme humility.

The spaceman extended his hand. It was slender, with fingers like those of “an artistic woman.” Adamski reached out to shake it. But the spaceman shook his head, and gently placed his palm against Adamski’s.

Adamski regarded the man with awe. He was cleanshaven and youthful in appearance. He had a high forehead, green eyes, and a smile that revealed glistening teeth. His jumpsuit was brown, with a radiant sheen. He wore no jewelry, carried no weapon.

The two men began to communicate, via a combination of telepathy, gestures, and facial expressions. The spaceman was from Venus, he informed Adamski. His visit was friendly, but serious in purpose. For he had come to warn us of the dangers of nuclear explosions—dangers for both the Earth and its neighbors in the Solar System.
Adamski noticed now the saucer in which he had arrived. Bell-shaped and translucent, it was hovering just off the ground in a cove. A scout ship, explained the spaceman, that had emerged from the mother ship seen earlier.

As the wind blew their hair and ruffled the bushes around them, Adamski put questions to the spaceman. How did his ship operate? Did the Venusians believe in a Deity? Did they experience death? The spaceman answered the questions. But when Adamski asked to take his picture, he shook his head.

He led Adamski over to the saucer. It wobbled in the wind; and prismatic colors flashed on its surface. Adamski found himself speechless, overcome with joy.

Could he go for a ride? The spaceman shook his head.

Could he just step inside and take a look around? No, not at this time.

Then the spaceman said goodbye and re boarded his ship. It rose, glided over the mountains, and disappeared from view.

Adamski was soon rejoining his party and filling them in on what had happened. He and the others returned to the site, to examine the spaceman’s footprints and to look for traces of the saucer. Then they drove into town for dinner.

Two days later an Arizona newspaper ran a story about the encounter. More newspaper coverage followed; and it was not long before Adamski himself was writing a full account of his experience.

The manuscript found its way to the desk of Waveney Girvan, editor-in-chief of a British publishing house. A UFO enthusiast, Girvan says that it “made an immediate appeal to me: I felt I was handling dynamite.” Though fearing the book might bring ridicule upon his imprint, he decided to publish it.*

* One of his reasons for doing so, explains Girvan in Flying Saucers and Common Sense (Citadel Press, 1956), was to elucidate saucers to members of his club who had been looking at him askance.

And in the fall of 1953, Flying Saucers Have Landed appeared in bookstores. Coauthored by Adamski and Desmond Leslie (a British ufologist who wrote the historical portion of the book), it describes in detail the encounter in the desert. It also included the latest—and most sensational—photos of spacecraft that Adamski had taken through his telescope. In its concluding chapter we are told:

Now I am hoping that the spaceman will return again, and that then I will be granted more time to visit with him.

Believe me, I am saving up questions. And many of my friends are also accumulating questions. Couldn’t it be possible that he might actually let me have a ride in his ship of the Great Ethers? He would not have to invite me twice.

Aboard the Ships

The book sold well; and Adamski’s fame spread. Newspapers ran features on him—the amateur astronomer who claimed to have photographed spaceships and to have chatted with a spaceman! He began to receive lecture invitations from around the country, in particular from the UFO clubs that were springing up. And increasingly, people were appearing on his doorstep—saucer enthusiasts, the curious, and the just plain batty.

Meanwhile, his contacts with the Space People or Space Brothers, (as he liked to call them) continued, and grew more spectacular.*

* His wife Mary is said to have fallen to her knees on one occasion, begging him to stop meeting with the spacemen and discontinue his writing on the subject. But Adamski replied that a mission had been thrust upon him; not even for the sake of his family could he desist.

And in 1955 he published (with Abelard-Schuman) another book, to describe these further encounters. It was titled Inside the Space Ships.

If Flying Saucers Have Landed strained his credibility with many readers, Inside the Space Ships (which included additional photos) stretched it to its limits. Desmond Leslie, in a foreword to the book, puts his finger on the problem.

This “amazing document,” says Leslie, may be taken in one of two ways. It may be either believed or disbelieved.

The reader must make up his own mind on this fundamental question.

Inside the Space Ships takes up the tale three months after the desert encounter. In his home on Palomar Adamski was feeling restless. And he found welling up inside him an inexplicable urge to visit Los Angeles.

Taking a bus into the city and checking into his usual hotel, he recalled a certain student of his—a young woman.

Unable to get away to Palomar, she had asked Adamski to telephone her the next time he was in town.

He did so; and the student was soon joining him at the hotel. They talked; and he advised her in regard to some personal matters. She expressed her gratitude, and said she had been thinking of him and hoping he would show up to help her.

Inside the Space Ships was ghostwritten by Charlotte Blodget,to whom Adamski expresses his appreciation for “framing my experiences in the written words of this book.” His other major works, Flying Saucers Have Landed and Flying Saucers Farewell, were also ghostwritten. (The serviceable prose of these books contrasts sharply with the ungainly style of his philosophical works, which were written apparently by Adamski himself.) And his secretary, Lucy McGinnis, is said to have been responsible for the “clear formulation of his thoughts” in Adamski’s letters.

Walking her back to the trolley, Adamski wondered if a telepathic message from the student had brought him into the city. But upon returning to the hotel, he found that inexplicable urge to be with him still.

He stood there in the lobby, beset with restlessness and a sense of anticipation.

Suddenly, two men in suits walked up to him. One of them smiled, addressed Adamski by name, and extended his hand. Adamski did likewise, and received a familiar greeting: a pressing of palms.

These strangers, he realized, were not of the Earth. The smiling man asked if he was available to come with them. Adamski said he was. They led him outside to a black sedan. The three got in and drove off into the night.

As the sedan headed out of the city, the pair revealed their identity. They were “contact men,” living secretly among the people of Earth. One was from Mars, the other from Saturn.

The three men traveled on in silence. Urban sprawl gave way to desert. Stars began to be visible in the sky. Leaving the highway, they drove along a rough road.

“We have a surprise for you,” said the Martian. In the distance Adamski could see something glowing on the ground.

His heart beat faster as they approached it. The sedan pulled up beside a flying saucer. It resembled the one he had gazed upon in the desert. And standing beside it was the very Venusian with whom he had chatted that day. With a radiant smile, the jump suited figure greeted Adamski.

Adamski was escorted aboard by the three spacemen— by Firkon, Ramu, and Orthon (the Venusian). Passing through a curved passageway, they entered the main cabin.
It was circular with a domed ceiling. On the wall were graphs and charts. At the center of the cabin—connecting lenses in the floor and ceiling—was a column: the magnetic pole (he would learn) that propelled the saucer.

Firkon and Ramu invited Adamski to join them on a curved bench beside the column. Orthon, meanwhile, had approached the control panel. Adamski felt an indescribable joy. It was dawning on him that his dream was about to be realized. He was being taken on a journey into Space.

With almost no sensation of movement, the ship took off. Adamski looked down into the lens and saw roof tops skimming by. Through the lens in the ceiling he saw myriads of stars.

As the saucer rose, Adamski was briefed on a few of its features. Then he was told to prepare for a landing—in the mother ship. The same one that had passed over the desert, and that was now floating eight miles above the Earth. He looked out a porthole and caught his breath. There it was— half a mile long.

“The spectacle of that gigantic cigar-shaped carrier ship hanging there motionless in the stratosphere,” he writes, “will never dim in my memory.”

The saucer passed through an opening in the great ship and docked inside. The four men disembarked; and Adamski was led through the forbidding interior of a mother ship. He was shown tiers of platforms filled with instruments, and a control room.

Then they entered a lounge. Adamski’s attention “instantly was absorbed by two incredibly lovely young women” who rose from a divan and came toward him. One of the women kissed Adamski on the cheek; the other brought him a goblet of clear liquid. Both were tall; had long, wavy hair; and wore gossamer robes and golden sandals. They looked at him with merry eyes; and he had the feeling these women could read his innermost thoughts.

Adamski was motioned onto a divan. He sipped on his beverage as one of the women—Kalna—explained to him the purpose of a mother ship. It cruised about Space, she said, for the pleasure and edification of its occupants. Every citizen of the Universe got to spend part of the year visiting and learning about other planets. The inhabitants of such planets were always friendly—with the sole exception of Earth. That was why the mother ships never landed on Earth.

Adamski was taken to the pilot room, for a spectacular view of Space. Through the window he gazed upon millions of colored lights that flickered in the blackness. And amidst this “celestial fireworks display” was the Earth: a ball of light shrouded in clouds. (By now the ship had risen to an altitude of 50,000 miles.)

They rejoined Ramu in the lounge. The Saturnian was seated with a man in loose, comfortable-looking clothing.

(The Space People wear jumpsuits only while working, Adamski would learn.) The man appeared to be about the same age as Adamski—the first person he had encountered on the ship who was not youthful in appearance. The goblets were refilled. Adamski sipped on the beverage, finding it “delicately sweet with an elusiveness that was tantalizing.” The nectar of the gods!

About an hour had elapsed since his departure from Earth. Yet in that short space of time, he tells us, “my whole life and understanding had opened to a far greater concept of the Universe than I had gained during the sixty-one years of my total life on Earth.”

But more understanding was about to come his way. For Adamski was addressed now by that older-looking man— who turned out to be a highly-evolved, thousand-year-old Master.

The Master began to speak; and Adamski and the others listened, attentively and humbly. “My son…” he said, looking Adamski in the eye.

And he launched into a discourse on the philosophy, wisdom, and ways of the Space People. He revealed to Adamski that the entire Universe is populated by human beings.

Each planet, however, is at a different stage of development. Indeed, the purpose of human life is to develop. And how does a human develop? By adhering to Universal Law. The Space People, said the Master, wanted to help us understand Universal Law—wanted to share their wisdom with us. And why had they arrived at this moment in our history? To warn us of the perils of nuclear testing.

The Master spoke on and on. He touched on perfection …paths that led upward…nonviolence…tolerance. Occasionally, Adamski would think of a question—and the Master would read his mind and answer it.

The lecture concluded with an injunction. Adamski was to return to Earth with a “message of hope” for his fellow man. The Space People were giving him a mission—an urgent one. He was to convey their wisdom to the human race.

The Master rose and gazed deeply into Adamski’s eyes; and the philosopher felt a new sense of strength. The Master gestured farewell and departed the lounge.

Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Kalna remarked that it was always a privilege to listen to the Master.

Adamski chatted with his hosts. They commended him for standing up to the ridicule that had been heaped upon him, and for his refusal to use his contact for self-aggrandizement or commercialism. “In the face of all derision, disbelief—even when the validity of your photographs was challenged—we saw how staunch you remained to that which, within yourself, you knew to be true.”

More drinking of the nectar like beverage followed. Then Ramu announced it was time to return to Earth. Adamski was led back to the saucer.

He was flown back to Earth and driven to his hotel. Few words were exchanged during the drive. Adamski was absorbed in his thoughts; and Firkon, at the wheel of the sedan, left him alone.

In his hotel room he sat on the edge of the bed, reflecting on his meeting with the Space People. And he realized that—unbelievable as it was—he must speak of it to Mankind.

For the Space People had made him their messenger.Adamski slept for a few hours, then took the bus back to Mount Palomar.

He was soon at work on Inside the Space Ships. It would relate the events of that memorable night; describe the Space People and their philosophy; and tell of subsequent journeys into Space. During one of these, he was flown around the Moon (more than a decade before the astronauts of Apollo 8) in a saucer. During another, he was shown an awesome scene on a television screen: the surge and swirl of interstellar dust and energy—the basic force of the Universe.

And in the book’s most inspiring passage, Adamski describes his return to Earth after one of those rides aboard a saucer: I returned to my room in the hotel, but not to sleep. My experiences of the night had so strengthened and invigorated me that I felt like a new man, my mind awake and alert with thoughts more vivid and swift than ever before!

My heart sang with joy, and my body was freshened as though from a long rest. There was much to be done this day, and tomorrow I must return to my home on the mountain; but from now on I would, to the best of my ability, live each moment as it came, complete in its fullness, serving the One Intelligence as man is intended to do, and for which purpose he was created.

Truly, the philosopher had benefited profoundly from his encounters with the Space People.

Pinnacle of Success

And he would continue to benefit from them—as author, lecturer, and celebrity. His books were selling, and drawing national attention to Adamski—the man who had traveled in flying saucers! Who had photographed them! Not only was he in demand as a speaker (in 1958 he and C. A.Honey, his chief assistant, completed a 4000-mile lecture tour), but as a guest on radio and television shows.

He and his followers had sold Palomar Gardens, and purchased a property further up the mountain. Among the buildings they raised on the new site were accommodations for a growing number of visitors. These included persons who came to study Cosmic Law (some of them widows with large bank accounts), and also a longhaired, bearded contingent: West Coast beatniks who “dug” the outrageousness of Adamski. Other marginal types were also showing up. Lamented Lucy McGinnis: “You would be surprised to learn how many mediums come with ‘special messages’ for G.A. People of all branches of religion and metaphysics drive up to enlighten and save him. Some are very difficult to talk to, but we do our best to be patient and friendly at all times.”*

* Quoted in Lou Zinsstag,UFO…George Adamski, Their Man
on Earth (UFO Photo Archives, 1990).

And visiting from time to time was Adamski’s brother, a Catholic priest. He and George would engage in long discussions.

No doubt they touched upon organized religion, of which Adamski seems to have strongly disapproved.

For some time now Adamski had been coordinating a network of correspondents. These devoted followers— known as “co-workers”—received from Mount Palomar a newsletter, the Cosmic Bulletin, that kept them posted on the activities of the Space People. They corresponded with one another and organized study groups. The network extended beyond the borders of the U.S., and was to prove useful in 1959—when George Adamski embarked upon a world tour.

The tour had been prompted, he insisted, by the Space People, who had told him to go forth and explain the reasons for their coming. It began in New Zealand, in January, then moved on to Australia, England, Holland, and Switzerland.

Co-workers in each country had arranged meetings, lectures, and publicity.

From its start the tour was a success. The lectures (which included a film) were attended by overflow crowds. Australia was particularly gratifying. When his plane landed in Sidney, a crowd of reporters, curiosity seekers, and saucer enthusiasts (whom Adamski describes in Flying Saucers Farewell as “wonderful men and women who are dedicated to seeking out the peaceful, productive means by which we shall earn our rightful, dignified position among the civilizations of other planets”) converged on him; and he held a press conference. The ensuing publicity helped fill the lecture halls.

 Zinsstag reports that he had a “peculiar idiosyncrasy against entering any church.” When he did so once during a visit to Rome, he turned pale and left as soon as possible.

Then it was on to England, where he lectured to large crowds and appeared in a television debate with an astronomer.

(Adamski claims to have won the debate through “sheer dignity.”)

But the high point of the tour came in Holland. Just before his arrival, Adamski learned—to his surprise and glee—that the country’s ruler, Queen Juliana, wished to meet with him. Juliana had a penchant for the mystical.

(Her attachment several years earlier to a faith-healer had prompted calls for her abdication; but she had weathered the crisis.) Having heard that the man who had gone up in a flying saucer was about to visit her domain, the Queen wanted to talk with the fellow.

Adamski checked into a hotel in The Hague. The next day a royal limousine picked him up and drove him to the Palace. As he was led inside, Adamski (pleased with himself ) was saluted by guards, doormen, and attendants.

The audience took place in the library. Wearing a stately blue frock, the Queen was flanked by Prince Bernhard, her science advisers, and the Air Force Chief of Staff. Unable to dissuade the Queen from meeting with an obvious charlatan (as they viewed Adamski), these men had sought to form a protective group about her.

Adamski was “nervous with anticipation” (he recalls in Flying Saucers Farewell ), “but a feeling of calm and ease came over me as I stood in the presence of the Queen.…I completely forgot all the instructions and could not remember the formalities that should have followed. Instead, I acted upon my feelings, for here was a feeling of welcome as among friends.”

Coffee and pastries were served. Then, for nearly two hours, Adamski regaled Her Majesty with an account of his adventures in Space.

The Queen listened politely and attentively. Her advisers, however, kept asking Adamski questions designed to discredit him. The space traveler remained undaunted. At one point he insisted officials in the U.S. were withholding information on UFOs, and asked the Queen if the same situation might not exist in Holland.

Her Majesty gave “a tiny smile of acknowledgement.” When the audience was over, both the Queen and the Prince shook Adamski’s hand. The firmness of their handshakes impressed him. Of the Prince’s he would remark: “It was one of those handshakes which mean more than words.

I felt he was in agreement with me.” And climbing back into the royal limousine, Adamski was returned to his hotel.

Meanwhile, word of Juliana’s meeting with a flying saucer contactee had spread—and Holland was thrown into an uproar. Declared one newspaper: “A shame for our country.”

Another paper was more accommodating: “We are not opposed to a court jester on the green lawns of the Royal Palace, provided he is not taken for an astronomical philosopher.”

In an interview the Air Force Chief dismissed Adamski: “The man’s a pathological case.”

But Juliana seemed to have enjoyed her meeting with the man who had been to Space. Said one of her advisers: “The Queen showed an extraordinary interest in the whole subject.”

And Adamski—who went on to lecture before sold out houses in The Hague and Amsterdam—stated that Her Majesty had been “very interested…I wish everyone had a mind as open to progress—and I don’t mean gullible—as I experienced today.”*

* Adamski’s meeting with the Queen brings to mind Groucho Marx’s encounters with the society matron played by Margaret Dumont.

The next stop on the tour was Switzerland. He was picked up at the train station and taken to a hotel by coworker Lou Zinsstag.

Zinsstag was cousin to Carl Jung, the noted psychologist. In his book Flying Saucers: A Modern Myth of Things Seen in the Skies (Harcourt, Brace and Co., 1959), Jung posits that UFOs are archetypes—“psychological projections” that express the fears and yearnings of the Unconscious—visionary images of wholeness and order. Zinsstag tried unsuccessfully to convince him they were actual spacecraft, piloted by extraterrestrials. She also sought, unsuccessfully, to get him to meet with Adamski.

In her George Adamski: Their Man on Earth, Zinsstag has described his stay in Switzerland. A memorable moment, she says, came in Basle, where she and Adamski encountered one of the Space People. They were sitting in a sidewalk cafe at the time, having a conversation. The only other patron was a blond man in sunglasses, whom Adamski kept eyeing. The man finally got up and left, smiling at them as he walked by. Adamski explained to her that the stranger was one of the Space People.

But Switzerland was also the scene of something new in Adamski’s career: organized hostility. The first sign that trouble was brewing came at his opening lecture in Zurich.
The lecture was attended by a sympathetic audience; and when it was over, a question-and-answer session was held.

Suddenly, a man stalked to the front and insisted that the questioning was a stage-managed sham. He also accused Adamski of being not the real Adamski, but an impersonator. The man refused to give his name and departed hastily from the hall.

The following day Adamski delivered a second lecture, at a larger hall that was filled to capacity. But many in the crowd were university students who had come to disrupt the event. They proceeded to do so. After each of his sentences they stamped their feet and clapped. They hollered, sang, tossed fruit. Adamski gave up trying to speak and called for the film to be shown. But as the lights dimmed, trumpets and noisemakers began to sound. Firecrackers exploded. A searchlight was beamed at the screen. After a woman was struck by a tossed beer bottle, the police ordered everyone to leave.

The students, it would seem, were simply out for some raucous fun. But Adamski blamed the disruption on “the Silence Group,” a cabal dedicated to suppressing the truth about flying saucers.

His next scheduled stop was Rome. But the rigors of touring, the incident at Zurich, and the summer heat had taken their toll on the 68-year-old lecturer. He cancelled his remaining appearances and flew back to America. Zinsstag describes his departure from the airport: “While standing in a queue, he suddenly took me in his arms and gave me a huge kiss. I have seldom been so astonished in my life—of a kiss, I mean.”
She was one of those “wonderful men and women” dedicated to spreading the word about the Space People; and Their Man on Earth was appreciative.

Last Years

Adamski was soon at work on another book. And in 1961 Flying Saucers Farewell—perhaps the most interesting of his works—was published by Abelard-Schuman. It touches on such matters as farming on Venus; the mission of the Space People; the principles by which they live (avoidance of negative thoughts, etc.); their architecture; their attitude toward work; UFOs and the Bible; telepathy; vegetation on the Moon; the propulsion system of the ships; and scientific confirmation of Adamski’s findings. The book includes a refutation of charges of fakery that had been leveled against him, and an account of his world tour.

The farewell in the title refers, he explains, to his having completed a preliminary study of the UFO phenomenon.

Henceforth a “new program of greater intellectual expansion, along technical and philosophical lines, will be carried out by myself and my associates.” He would continue to explore Man’s place in the Universe, but from a new perspective.

That same year Adamski self-published a philosophic treatise called Cosmic Philosophy. Unlike his saucer books, it is abstract, didactic—and almost unreadable. Here is a sample of its prose:

Always you are One, you are All, as a centralized point of being. Undying, unchanging—and the Consciousness,

Cause, and the Action—evolving, transmuting a form to a unified state of awareness.
The main idea of the book seems to be that the ego must be transcended, allowing the mind to “vanish into the illumined vastness of Cosmic intelligence.” The reader is urged to tear away “the veil of mystery that separates himself from the Cosmic Halls of Wisdom.” For some 87 pages Adamski expounds (or blathers) in this high-minded fashion.

Toward the end Firkon appears and relates a parable.

Cosmic Philosophy does conclude with some practical advice. Adamski suggests keeping a daily ledger of your thoughts. Divide a page into two columns—one for positive thoughts, the other for negative. Constantly monitor and assess your thoughts, making marks in the appropriate column. At the end of each day tabulate your score. “Over a period of time you will find that your old thought habits that caused confusion and disorder in the mind and body have disappeared.”

He also disseminated, via the newsletter, a series of articles on Cosmic Philosophy. The reaction was mixed. “I for one found his elaborations becoming repetitious and, sometimes, too abstract,” writes Lou Zinsstag. She complains of having grown “tired of Adamski’s articles on Cosmic Philosophy. They were moralizing and often singularly pointless.”

The network of co-workers was still alive and well. They continued to correspond, publish bulletins, hold meetings—and await the arrival of the Space People. But Adamski’s communiqués to them became briefer and less frequent; and finally he put C. A. Honey in charge of the network.

He had decided to concentrate, he explained, on Cosmic Philosophy and other vital concerns.

The nature of those concerns soon became apparent. In March 1962, Adamski announced that he was about to leave for Saturn—to attend an interplanetary conference.

He would bring back, he promised, “the highest teachings ever given to Earth people.” He would also attempt to send, from the conference, a telepathic message to co-workers around the world. They were told to meditate at a specified hour, and to have pencil and paper ready.

Only one of them succeeded in receiving the message. (It was a brief greeting.) But all were soon receiving in the mail a copy of “Report on My Trip to the Twelve Counselors’

Meeting of Our Sun System.” The Saturn Report, as it became known, was disturbing to many of his followers. The problem was not that he had gone to Saturn (they expected no less), but that he had gotten there by a disreputable means. For Adamski had traversed the millions of miles via a kind of astral travel.

Astral travel involves zipping about in one’s nonmaterial body; and Adamski had denounced as frauds those claiming to have engaged in the practice. They were “mystical hucksters,” who undermined the credibility of authentic fellows like him. That psychic stuff—astral bodies, automatic writing, spirit entities—was nonsense; and he had told his followers to stay away from it.

But now he did a turnabout, and became preoccupied with a grab bag of mystical practices. He experimented with Ouija boards and hypnotism; wrote about witchcraft; speculated on the past lives of those around him. And he engaged in trance mediumship—something the old Adamski had especially denounced. During one trance he insisted Orthon had possessed him and was speaking through him.

Many of his followers were scandalized. A ride in a flying saucer—a nuts-and-bolts ship—had been easy for them to accept. But astral travel? Reincarnation? Possession by spacemen? These were beyond the pale of belief. C. A. Honey, who was editing the newsletter, wrote to Lou Zinsstag:

“Recent articles by George were so far out I could not publish them.”

Was Adamski exploring the borderlands of human experience… or (the view of his detractors) cracking under the strain of an on-going imposture?

Then came the matter of the postal box.

In October copies of a mysterious note were received by co-workers. The note was written in hieroglyphic characters, with an English translation:

You are doing good work. Adamski is the only one on Earth that we support.
The return address was a postal box in Glendale, California.

Around the same time a classified ad, offering to put “qualified persons” in touch with the Space People—for a fee—appeared in newspapers. The address was that same postal box.

Adamski denied any connection with the note or the ad. But it was discovered that he had secretly rented the postal box. Could the old man be “going off the beam” (as fellow contactee Sonja Lyubein, who was staying with him at the time, was telling people)? He was acting like a two-bit charlatan.

His followers began to doubt Adamski. They saw him as defecting from his mission and betraying the Space People.

Even Lucy McGinnis—his devoted secretary of many years—left him, unable to bear what must have seemed to her a self-betrayal.

Adamski’s career was in decline. Yet a final moment of glory awaited him.

In 1963 he flew to Copenhagen and delivered a series of lectures. Afterwards he stopped in Switzerland, for a visit with Lou Zinsstag. She greeted him with enthusiasm. But it was not the Adamski she remembered. He had become, she says in her book, boastful, flippant, inattentive to others.

Zinsstag found herself dismayed by this new persona. Why the change? She speculates that he had come under the influence of malevolent spacemen. And she knew that some of his recent projects had come to naught. (It does notseem to have occurred to Zinsstag that he might be sagging under the weight of decades of deception.) Whatever the case, his visit was proving a disappointment.

At times, however, he became his old self—sincere, jovial, friendly. He would tell jokes or address some fascinating topic; and the two wound up passing a few “wonderful hours of perfect understanding.”

Then Adamski made a startling announcement. He wanted her to accompany him to Rome, where he was scheduled to meet with the Pope.

Zinsstag looked at him in astonishment. The Pope?

Adamski nodded and insisted that a meeting with the Pope had been arranged. From his pocket he took a package.It contained a message, he said, from the Space People, who had asked him to deliver it to the Pope.

Zinsstag was dubious. But they flew to Rome, and were soon making their way to the Vatican. As they approached the Apostolic Palace, Adamski looked about for the papal representative with whom he was supposed to rendezvous.

“There he is, I can see the man. Please, wait for me at this very spot in about an hour’s time!”

He descended the steps and, going to the left, entered a doorway—from which Zinsstag thought to discern someone gesturing to him. She was puzzled, though, having expected Adamski to turn right and go in at the main entrance where the Swiss Guards were posted.

After an hour she returned, to find Adamski waiting for her and “grinning like a monkey.” On his face was an unforgettable look of sheer joy. The Pope had received him, he said, and accepted the message from the Space People.

Adamski showed her a commemorative coin, and described how the Pope had given it to him—in appreciation of his having delivered the message.

Had this meeting truly taken place? The coin dispelled any doubts Zinsstag may have had. It could only have come, she told herself, from the Pope. George had met with him!

Adamski returned to California with his memento. And he sank deeper into questionable activities. He peddled instructions for traveling (via self-hypnosis) to other planets.

And he published a study course that was an updated version of Questions and Answers by the Royal Order of Tibet—with all references to Tibetan Masters altered to “Space Brothers” or “Cosmic Brotherhood.”**

*** The Tibetan Masters themselves, say Adamski’s critics, were borrowed from Theosophy (via one or another of its offshoots that flourished in Southern California during the thirties). Theosophy was an influential mystical movement founded by Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (1831–1891). A trance medium and occultist, Madame Blavatsky claimed to be in contact with the Ascended Masters—advanced beings with powers such as telepathy and astral projection. Based in Tibet (yet traveling widely— to other planes, other planets, and Blavatsky’s apartment in New York), they manifest themselves to specially favored individuals.

The Masters that appeared to Blavatsky were a wisdomspeaking pair named Koot Hoomi and Morya—the predecessors, say those critics, of Firkon and his friends.
Like Adamski, the cigarsmoking Madame Blavatsky (whom the Society for Psychical Research called “one of the most accomplished, ingenious, and interesting imposters of history”) was reviled by many as a charlatan, and revered by others as a spiritual teacher.


His final years were marred by a schism in his organization.

It began with a dispute over copyrights. Adamski accused C. A. Honey of publishing, under Honey’s own name, ideas and materials stolen from Adamski. The two men split. Co-workers sided with one or the other; and everything began to fall apart.

Even Lou Zinsstag, appalled by his descent into mysticism, broke with Adamski. Yet she felt beholden to him. “I can still call him friend. Never in my life can I forget the thrill and the happiness his books and former letters brought into my life.”

He continued to travel and lecture; to meet with followers who had remained loyal; and to dwell on Mount Palomar. Over Mount Palomar, on cloudless nights, hovered the Moon. A pale orb that astronomers scrutinized…that coyotes yapped at…that owls hunted by.

And that George Adamski—who had flown around it—gazed at dreamily and nostalgically.

In 1965, while in Washington, D.C., for a lecture, Adamski died. He was buried (as an ex-soldier) in Arlington National Cemetery.

Who Was This Man?

What sort of man was George Adamski? Did he truly travel on a flying saucer and meet with the Space People? Was he a contactee—or a con man?

In her introduction to Inside the Space Ships, Charlotte Blodget (its ghostwriter) admits that the book will elicit “incredulity in varying degrees.” Some will believe Adamski, she says; others will see him as the victim of delusions or the perpetrator of a hoax. But she knows her own mind in the matter. She has met the man, and found him to be of “unquestionable integrity.”

Blodget goes on to describe Adamski. He is handsome, kind, patient. (That patience, she says, must have influenced his selection by the Space People.) He is wellbalanced and approachable. He has a sense of humor. And he is a man of wisdom, whose lack of formal education has left him “free of the fetters which too often shackle the academic mind.”

Others who knew him have added to this portrait. Lou Zinsstag reports that his manners were impeccable; that he was “the perfect gentleman” in his relations with women; that he was at once quick-witted and naïve. But the quality she found most remarkable was his ability to play down his own courage and dedication. Instead, he came on as a lighthearted fellow, sprinkling his conversation with expressions such as “to hell with it” or “what the devil.”

Desmond Leslie tells us that Adamski was physically strong, with “burning black eyes.” He was a down-to-earth sort, and—beneath his public persona of a talkative, colorful celebrity—a “great human being.”

William Sherwood, a ufologist who met with Adamski on several occasions, praises his integrity. He describes (in a letter reprinted in Zinsstag’s book) how Adamski had been offered money to repudiate his photos and claims, but had turned it down. (The money had been offered, speculates Sherwood, by business interests opposed to the low-cost sources of energy that the Space People might reveal to us.)

Sherwood sums him up as a “self-taught, many sided man of destiny”—a visionary who faced courageously the ridicule and antagonism that came his way.

And Bryant and Helen Reeve (a retired couple who visited contactees) found him to be a “sincere and unruffled man.” They were taken with Adamski’s winning smile, and found his answers to their questions to be sensible and convincing.

“He is truly an extraordinary individual,” they concluded, “a man of many contrasts, many moods, many ideas, and many experiences—different, so different.”

For many who knew him, then, Adamski was almost a noble figure. Yet even his admirers could admit that the “man of destiny” was not perfect. Sherwood noted that the pressures to which he was subject caused him to make mistakes— though never to become dishonest.

And Major Hans Peterson, the Danish Air Force officer who organized the lectures in Copenhagen, saw the entire man:

George Adamski was a remarkable person. He owned nothing, had no money, not in a bank. Without being slovenly he dressed as he wished, even at high level parties.

He swore, he liked a drink, he made love with any woman who approached him and whom he liked, and they were not few. And at the same time we find a man who entertains deep veneration of the Creator, of Nature and of his fellow man and for the Cosmic Laws in a degree, which one normally does not see on this planet.*

* UFO Contact, Spring 1980. Reprinted in Zinsstag.

Even Lou Zinsstag recognized the ambiguities in the man, realizing there was “probably another story to his story.” She mentions his skill at evading direct questions, and tells of a conversation that “added to the somewhat oppressive image of a mystery man and kept me at a distance for the rest of our friendship.”

So we are left with a mystery man—a down-to-earth sage and high-minded emissary of the Space People, with an unknown side to him.

Yet for many who heard about him, George Adamski was no mystery at all. In the view of those who scoffed at flying saucers (and of many who believed in them), he was clearly a fraud—a humbug—a rascal! His claims of having met the Space People were preposterous. His detractors were amazed that such nonsense was given the slightest attention— much less credence. Seeking to discredit him, they accused Adamski of all manner of sins and disreputable activities. Major Peterson has listed some of the calumnies leveled against him: “Dishwasher, hot-dog seller, restaurant-keeper, religious fanatic, drunkard, illegal alcohol distiller, liar, rich author and much more is, what his enemies have called him—every word a lie.”*

* The bootlegging accusation came from a visitor to Palomar Gardens, who claimed that Adamski had confessed—during a drinking spree—to having started the Royal Order of Tibet as a front for making wine during Prohibition.

Peterson also raises the question of Adamski’s photos. He tells how those astounding images of spacecraft were maligned by skeptics—labeled as blatant fakes. Not true, says Peterson. The photos were genuine.

And certainly, the issue is central. If the photos are genuine, Adamski must be telling the truth about flying saucers.

If they are fake, doubt is cast upon his entire story. So what about them? What are we to make of those photographs of spaceships?

Desmond Leslie called them “the most priceless pictures of all time.” William Sherwood compared Adamski’s zeal in attaining the photos with that of the most dedicated of scientists.

And Pev Marly, a special-effects cinematographer, said that if the photos were fake, they were the most convincing trick photography he had ever seen. To have faked them, said Marly—to have gotten the shadows right— would have required expensive equipment that Adamski did not possess.

But others were not so sure. The famous shot of the scout ship (page 14) was scrutinized by the British UFO Society.

Their verdict? A model, fashioned from the lid of a soda machine. Other analysts saw the lid of a beer cooler, of a chicken brooder, of a tobacco humidor. But clearly a lid!

Adamski dismissed these attacks. Everyone was free, he allowed in Inside the Space Ships, to judge his photos and his stories; but a skeptic’s “personal conclusion in no way alters the fact of their reality.” The average mind, he noted, always finds it easier to “scoff at new wonders than to face the fact of its own limited knowledge of the miracles that await discovery in the unlimited Universe in which he dwells.”

The attacks on Adamski were not limited, of course, to his claims. His character, too, was denounced. He was labeled a crackpot, a confidence man, a “self-styled professor of Oriental philosophy.” But the most common disparagement— and the one that served to discredit him most in the eyes of the public—was that George Adamski was the mere proprietor of a hamburger stand.

Now it was no secret that he was closely connected with the Palomar Gardens Cafe. For years Adamski had held court there, holding informal discussions with guests and lecturing in the evenings. He once described to Lou Zinsstag how he had sold refreshments, and performed other menial tasks, at the Cafe. And she was dismayed to learn that such employment had harmed his reputation in America. Why would a democratic people, she wondered, find problematical a humble background?

But it was an aspersion Adamski did not allow to go unchallenged. On one occasion a UFO investigator had described him as someone who “ran a hamburger stand on the road to the Mount Palomar Observatory,” and who kept his telescope on the roof of the stand—all of which showed him to be a rude, untutored fellow, sniffed the investigator, scarcely to be taken seriously as a student of the Cosmos. An indignant Adamski responded to the charge (in Flying Saucers Farewell ). First of all, he pointed out, the Palomar Gardens Cafe was not a hamburger stand.

It was a full-scale restaurant that had been mentioned in Holiday magazine; indeed, many “notable visitors” had dined there and signed the guest register. Secondly, he neither owned nor worked at the Cafe—he simply lived on the property, and spent time in the restaurant conversing with guests. Thirdly, his telescope was not kept on the roof, but under a dome in a nearby clearing. And even if he were a hamburger vendor, what would be wrong with that? America had been built upon “little fellows who made good.”*

* Surely the example of a self-taught sage, employed in a restaurant and holding forth there, is worthy of respect. Do we look down upon Socrates for having earned his living as a stonemason?

For having taught in the marketplace of Athens? For having pondered the deepest matters with a mind, like Adamski’s, “unfettered by academic shackles”?

And a final charge that has been leveled against him involves a novel Adamski wrote and self-published in 1949—four years before his first (alleged) ride on a saucer. Pioneers of Space: A Trip to the Moon, Mars, and Venus is a work of fiction about a voyage by rocket ship. Encountered on the planets are high-minded humans, living in utopian societies. Their philosophy and customs resemble those of the Space People who would appear in Inside the Space Ships. For Adamski’s detractors the novel was the smoking gun—proof of his humbuggery. He had simply rewritten it as a “factual” account.

 Copies of Pioneers of Space are hard to find. The Library of Congress has one. Examining it, I wondered if I were not peeking behind the scenes—gazing into the hidden effects of a literary conjurer.

So…who was George Adamski?

The question would seem to have only two possible answers. He was either the real thing, or an egregious fraud.

He was either a genuine contactee, who met with the Space People—or a cynical fake. A guller of the gullible. A charlatan who was in it (and had been ever since his Royal Order of Tibet days) for the money, women, and fame. One of these—and one only—was the real Adamski. No middle ground was possible. As Desmond Leslie said: “He must either be accepted in toto or completely rejected.”

Yet isn’t it conceivable that Adamski was neither a completely sincere individual nor an utterly venal one? That he was some curious combination of the two? According to this view, he started out as a genuine street philosopher—one of those working-class intellectuals who used to haunt public libraries, lecture from soapboxes, hold forth in taverns. But a streak of mischief (or daring) had impelled him to dramatize his teachings—by embroidering them with fantasy.

His initial attempt at this had resulted in the Royal Order and the Tibetan Masters with whom he claimed to have studied. Then, as flying saucers captured the public imagination, he had simply updated his imagery. Such concoctions were justified if they helped to convey the vital truths—about nuclear peril, the brotherhood of Man, the perfidy of the ego—that he saw it as his task to teach. It was a question of pragmatism.*
*Writing to a student in 1951, Adamski speaks of the book he is currently working on: “Its purpose is to alert earthly men to the manifesting of the universe as it is now being revealed to him through the presence of saucers and space ships in our own atmosphere.…It will be all fiction but based on fact and might open up the minds of earthly men; whereas nothing else probably would ever be able to do so.” (Quoted in Zinsstag.)

As for the money and other benefits that his books had earned him, what was wrong with those? If delivering an urgent message brought you worldly success, the more power to you. Success was no sin.

So what’s the verdict? Was George Adamski a purveyor of truth or a perpetrator of fraud? Or some outrageous combination of both?

It is a question the reader must decide for himself. As Adamski put it in Inside the Space Ships :

At all times I have felt very humble for the privilege which has been granted me to listen to their words of wisdom and to visit and travel in their beautiful ships. All that they have asked of me is that I pass their knowledge on to my fellow Man, whoever and wherever he may be. This I shall do, leaving to each man the privilege of believing or disbelieving, of benefiting from a higher knowledge or casting it aside in derision and skepticism.*

* Interested readers may obtain copies of Adamski’s books fromthe Adamski Foundation, P.O. Box 1722, Vista, CA 92085.


George Adamski died on April 23, 1965, in a suburb of Washington, D.C.; and there his tale might be expected to end. But it has an epilogue.

On the following day, an Englishman named Arthur Bryant was walking in the Devonshire moors—when a flying saucer appeared (“out of thin air,” he would insist) and landed near him. Three men hopped out. Two were tall, with high foreheads. The third was of normal height and features, and introduced himself with a name that sounded like “Yamski.” The three seemed to glow.

They chatted with Bryant, explaining that the ship was from Venus, and took him aboard briefly. Then they flew off into the sky.

Bryant reported the incident to ufologists (who were quick to discern its connection with Adamski). He also told them of his discovery of a glass phial that the Space People had left behind. Inside it was a piece of paper, with an inscription in classical Greek:

a¢delfos a¢delfw
Adelphos adelpho. Brother to brother.

And on that enigmatic note concludes the tale of George Adamski, messenger of the Space People.


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