"This story is labeled on our content’s
page as true. The editors believe what Mr. Vest tells in it. And we
wish to point out that Mr. Vest himself believes it. What. we want to
caution you, however, is that sometimes everything is not exactly what
it seems to be. If Venusians actually are walking our city streets,
MYSTIC (the editor of the magazine writes this) - intends to do its level best to prove it. Thus we ask thet
anyone who can add to Mr. Vest's story, come forward now with any
evidence they may possess. It may be extremely important! The identity
of the "flying saucer men" may be absolutely vital to our national
safety!
"THE experiences I am about to relate may seem so
incredible- so bizarre -so utterly fantastic that I have hesitated to
verify them in print.
To testify to these facts is not only to admit
that we have extraterrestrial visitors, but to assert that beings from
another world are walking on the streets of our cities! These
extra-terrestrials are familiar with our manners and customs; they
speak our languages without a noticeable accent. They dress in our
clothes and look enough like earthlings to pass for one of us!
picture of the timeperiode those
contacts happend openly - they worked mainly on the nuclear
threat and their concern on this issue.
"Basically, I have always been something of a skeptic. Hence, despite
all evidence to the contrary, it still is difficult for me to declare
with absolute certainty that I have met and talked with a Venusian.
Therefore, I’ll merely present the facts of my experiences and leave it
up to the individual reader to decide for himself whether or not space
beings walk among us.
picture- the visitors
are often tall - especially some of them - typical those of the
pleiadean/Lyran genetics.
"Eight months ago I had but slight
interest in flying saucers. Of course, like most other people, I was
rather curious about the flying saucer phenomena. In fact I believed I
had seen one of the saucers one late afternoon about a year ago out
over the Pacific Ocean. I noticed it first as a tiny silver disc high
in the sky. I watched it hanging apparently motionless for almost five
minutes. Then suddenly it appeared to "flip" in a peculiar manner and
simply vanished.
"But even having actually seen one of the incredible things I was still
not greatly interested. My personal opinion was that they were secret
technical developments of our Government.
Then in June 1953 the first of an amazing chain of events occurred.
"A stranger phoned me from Los Angeles. He identified himself only as
"Bill." He stated that he had come down here from, "a region near
Seattle" especially to talk with me. He mentioned in particular a
recently published article of mine, (THE SECRET WISDOM BEHIND
THE GREAT RELIGIONS - Fate, May, 1953. See up left)
"I endeavored to dissuade him from making the trip out here to Santa
Monica, but failed. Finally, - I agreed to meet him at the bus stop at
20th and Santa Monica Boulevard at 6:00 PM. the following day.
"At about 5: 50 I parked my car directly across the street from the bus
stop where I had a clear, unobstructed view in all directions. The 6:00
o'clock red bus from Los Angeles zoomed past without stopping. I
watched it disappear down Santa Monica Boulevard.
"Just to make certain "Bill" hadn't
arrived on an earlier bus, I got out of my car, walked to the
intersection and looked in every direction. But the streets were
absolutely deserted. I had just turned to get back into my car when I
heard someone call my name. Startled, I looked back and saw a man
standing at the bus stop, waving his hand in greeting.
"I was dumbfounded! An instant before the streets had been absolutely
deserted. Bewildered, I saw him approach the car, smiling. He
introduced himself saying, "I'm Bill - the fellow who phoned you last
night from Los Angeles." We shook hands and I recall being aware of the
peculiar feel of his hand-as though it were without any underlying bone
structure.
"I can't quite figure it out," I
replied. "The Los Angeles bus passed this stop without even slowing
down. A few seconds ago you were nowhere in sight. How in the name of
Heaven did you get here?"
"Oh, I came from up the street,” he replied vaguely. I didn't press him
further, but his reply certainly didn't satisfy me. For I knew he
couldn't have come from "up the street", for I could see for blocks in
all directions while I was out of my car.
We drove to my apartment a short distance away. I didn't say much, but
he talked at random of his impressions of Southern California.
"When we were seated in lounge chairs in the living room, I made a few
mental notes. He was about six feet tall or slightly over and appeared
to be about twenty-eight years old. His eyes were dark - almost black,
and his hair black and wavy. He was dressed in ill-fitting sport
clothes in which he didn't seem to be very comfortable.
"A casual observer would certainly not be startled by his appearance.
In a crowd he would pass as a rather unusual appearing person. But as I
studied him more closely while he talked, I was aware of certain
strange characteristics in his physical appearance. His skin was
exceptionally white – so white in fact that it appeared to have an odd
bluish tinge. His cheek bones were unusually high and his eyes and
brows had a peculiar Oriental cast. Yet in no way did he resemble a
true Oriental. And I noticed that his ears were oddly pointed and
appeared to be more delicate and complex than any I had ever seen.
"I recalled how odd his hand had felt in my grasp. Looking at his
hands, I noticed that his fingers were long and tapering and so smooth
that they seemed to be without joints or underlying bone structure. He
spoke slowly and clearly with no trace of an accent, but he seemed to
be choosing his words with great care. I noticed too that his voice had
a peculiar resonant quality.
"As I mentioned earlier, I've always been something of a skeptic. I
have met swamis, yogis, mediums, clairvoyants, mystics and self-styled
messiahs by the score, but I have never been duped by any of them, even
those who were sincere but self-deceived. Also, I have met several
persons whom I know without any doubt to be true spiritual adepts; even
as I have known several sensitives, or mediums, who are honest, sincere
and able to produce authentic para-normal phenomena. From years of
research and experience in occult and psychic phenomena I now can
usually discern the true from the false almost at a glance.
"But my strange visitor had me deeply puzzled from the moment I first
met him. HE WAS LIKE NO PERSON I HAD EVER ENCOUNTERED BEFORE! Perhaps
ESP (extra sensory perception) entered into my awareness of his strange
psychic and spiritual qualities. In his presence I was immediately
acutely conscious of a completely foreign and heretofore unknown
vibration. I didn't know who he was, but I did know my visitor was no
ordinary
man!
"We had been more or less making conversation on subjects of general
interest up to this point when he turned and abruptly asked, "Did
you ever hear of Orfeo Angelucci?"
"After a moment's reflection, I replied, "No, I'm sure I haven't,"
"Angelucci is living in Los Angeles," he explained. "Recently he has
had a most unusual experience - he is the first earthling ever to make
a trip into outer space in what is popularly known as a flying saucer."
"At first I wondered if he was joking, but it was obvious he wasn't. "I
don't believe I understand," I replied dubiously. "The actual existence
of flying saucers certainly hasn't been authenticated - now you tell me
a human being has traveled in one."
He half smiled. "Oh, I'm not a fugitive from a psycho ward," he replied
as though answering the sudden doubt in my mind. "And neither is
Angelucci, although some people consider him psychoneurotic since he
has started telling of his experiences with the saucers."
"You mean you believe this Angelucci actually has traveled in a flying
saucer?"
"Yes, I can affirm that he has," he continued. "But Orfeo needs
help now! That's the primary reason THEY sent me. To request that you
aid him in telling his experiences to more people. THEY are well aware
of your deep interest and unusal experiences in the field of
metaphysics, religions and the supra-normal."
(link to info on the contacts of Orfeo A. at bottom here below).
I made no reply. But I pondered his strange words and studied his face
intently. His absolute honesty and his sincerity were apparent. Also, I
was again acutely conscious of that unearthly awareness about him. At
last I said slowly, "You speak of a mysterious THEY - may I ask who are
THEY?"
His eyes held a detached, faraway look
as he replied, "In the brief time we have known each other you have
realized many things about me. Actually, none of that information was
gained from our conversation. I shall not now verbally reveal to you my
true identity, or the identity of those who sent me - for you would
doubt me. But I promise that before I leave tonight you'll know who I
am and also who THEY are."
As I listened to his portentous words indicating that he had
telepathically read all that was in my mind, I recalled previous
meetings with several of earth's genuine adepts. I remember how they
too had revealed their true identity to me in utter silence.
Realization of their true spiritual status had to be gained entirely
through extrasensory-perception, or not at all.
Words later served only to verify the para-normal communication.
Thus I knew that the man who openly proclaims himself an adept, a
master, or a guru, usually is not one, while the true spiritual adept
goes unknown, often in humble garb. As these thoughts passed through my
mind, I saw a peculiar change come over "Bill" His body appeared to
grow rigid; his expressive eyes dulled, as though his body had suddenly
become an empty shell. It was at that moment the incredible knowledge
came to me in a flash of intuitive understanding.
- I knew with absolute certainty that my visitor was not of this earth
- BUT A BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!
An icy shiver ran down my spine. as they appeared to you today."
I felt my muscles tense. My conscious mind recoiled with a kind of
psychic shock! So bizarre- Fantastic - so wholly unanticipated was the
revelation that I could not immediately adjust to it.
Silence, like a tangible thing, hung in the room between us! As in a
daze, I saw the animation coming back into his face. Then he looked
directly at me and smiled warmly. As my eyes met his I felt a deep bond
of friendship and understanding that seemed to reach out across
millions of miles and somehow touch an unknown world. Intuitively the
realization came to me that here indeed was a man from another world -
but certainly he was no stranger! Rather, a fellow being - the spark of
light that lighted my being burned more brightly within him. In the
moment of revelation I knew he was a much wiser, gentler and more
highly evolved being than I - and with infinitely greater perceptive
ability - but basically I RECOGNIZED HIM AS A SPIRITUAL BROTHER! And
beyond that nothing else was of much essential importance.
He closed his eyes and rested head on the back of the chair as he said
quietly, "•Brother of earth, tell me all your troubles- they are really
not nearly so serious as' they appeared to you today." A feeling of awe
passed over me as I recognized again his supra normal abilities. And in
the light of his understanding the problems that had worried me for
weeks seemed suddenly to be petty, trivial and a little absurd.
After a moment's silence, he said, "Now you KNOW who I am with a deep
inner conviction that no words on earth could ever give you. Also, you
realize too that THEY who sent me are far wiser than I who am but their
INTERMEDIARY."
"Yes," I said slowly, "I believe I comprehend." But even as I spoke the
words my conscious mind couldn't quite grasp the tenuous, new
understanding that had come to me. After a moment I added, "I would
never have dreamed a meeting between planetary stran gers could be like
this. Actually, the thing that surprises me most of all is a most
simple thing - the strong feeling of kinship . of mutual and basic
understanding between us."
"Yes," he agreed in a low voice.
"It is the same throughout the cosmos - no matter what the material
objectification or etheric individualization, the spark of eternal
being is always identical. For all are essentially one and a part of
the infinite and everlasting spiritual fire which is the Father."
As the psychic shock gradually diminished, thousands of questions
teemed in my mind—questions about his world, its civiIization, the
flying saucers - their purpose here .. ? But I realized that he would
impart what information he wished me to have on those subjects.
When I spoke again, I said, "This man Orfeo Angelucci, you mentioned -
does he know you?"
"I've met him briefly only once.
But if you'll allow me to use your telephone I'll call him and arrange
for you to meet him and hear his story."
'With that he phoned Angelucci and set a time for me to visit him at
his home on Glendale Boulevard later in the week. Following the phone
call "Bill" talked freely about many things that were puzzling me. He
stated that the extraterrestrials who had contacted Orfeo were
extra-dimensional, etheric beings of a high spiritual order. He stated
definitely that was not one of THEM.
He explained that the Venusians from our neighboring planet were of a
more material evolution; that though they differed from us in certain
basic physiological principals, still many Venusians could pass for
earthlings. He also mentioned that our present theories concerning the
atmosphere and surface conditions of the planet Venus were entirely
erroneous. He stressed the idea of reincarnation and the inevitable law
of compensation as regards the inhabitants of earth. I recall in
particular an illustration he used that startled me.
He said that to the etheric beings who
have evolved far beyond the infantile perceptive states of form, color,
sex, conflict, time, space and material illusion, which is the present
erroneous state of earthlings, our planet is comparable to a huge vat
(or barrel) of broth for production of penicillin. To the senses of man
such a vat is a rather ill-smelling, offensive thing, but nevertheless
it produces the precious golden-colored penicillin.
He said the vat is comparable to earth and its peoples while the
comparatively few spiritually evolved souls of this Age represent the
precious golden product of the vat. Eventually, however, every human
being upon earth will evolve into the higher consciousness.
Later, he gave the names, addresses and telephone numbers of over a
dozen persons in the Southern California area. Some of these persons,
he asserted, had been contacted by space visitors in various ways,
while others would aid in piecing together the confounding puzzle of
the saucers. He said numerous Venusian contacts had been made with
earthlings by means of "ham" radio sets and tape recordings (he
furnished names and addresses). Other contacts, he declared, had been
established through sensitives, or mediums, by means of clairvoyance
and clairaudience. He also gave me the names of persons who had met and
talked with extra-terrestrials.
When I asked him why the necessity for secrecy and mystery surrounding
contacts, he replied; "At this time it is the only possible way. Also,
we are to a great extent under the direction of the Etherics - the
Great Ones who contacted Orfeo. Earth's people are woefully emotionally
immature and their prison-like three-dimensional world is
preponderantly false, as compared to reality.
Men's minds are crystallized in error
and filled with violent prejudices. Upon your earth the mere color of
one's skin - a slight difference of religious belief – merely belonging
to a different race or country - in fact, the most trivial deviations
precipitate animalistic belligerencies, (warlike?), hideous brutalities
and the bloody slaughter of millions of fellow creatures.
Can you then truly be surprised when I
tell you that the beings of certain other worlds view earth as
earthlings might look upon a den / hole of deadly serpents, stinging
each other to death. Much of that stinging is done with words,
attitudes, discriminations, intolerances and a host of other lethal
psychic weapons. Mankind's greatest Teacher - the etheric Sun -Spirit,
whom you know as Jesus Christ - who took upon himself the error of
humanity to teach men simply to LOVE ONE ANOTHER – was crucified and
tortured by those He came to save. And yet today men self-righteously
demand that Etherics land their craft openly at one of your airports.
But – like children you are learning – slowly and painfully.
Eventually ALL will attain their lost heritage. In the meantime we will
help insofar as we are permitted to do so."
I sighed and bowed my head as I said slowly, "What you say is probably
only too true - but believe me, man's lot is not easy. Imprisoned in
error as we are, ruled by our animalistic emotions, and living in
uncertainty and insecurity with death and decay as our final material
conquerors, it is difficult indeed to rise above the animal - man and
attain any true realization of spiritual reality."
He nodded his head as he replied in a deeply sympathetic voice:
"Yes, we understand, earth, the planet of sorrows, is one of the
hardest and most difficult paths of evolution in the entire cosmos.
And to make it even more severe mankind must work out their own
salvation - this is the Law."
There was a pause as I pondered his words. Then he abruptly changed the
subject. "After I
leave you, you may begin to doubt much of what has passed between us,"
he continued. "Therefore I want you to contact the persons whose names
and addresses I have given you. In particular I want you to get in
touch with a newspaper reporter on a large Los Angeles daily (he gave
me the name of the newspaper reporter, the name of his newspaper and
two telephone numbers where he might be reached. But as the reporter
has since requested that I not use his name or the name of his
newspaper, I will refer to him as ’Max Morton’ and his newspaper as the
’Los Angeles World’).
"This reporter, Max Morton," he went
on, "has been contacted by two Venusians and from an earthly factual
standpoint his contact is highly significant."
"But, I don't quite understand," I remonstrated. "Why didn't the ’Los
Angeles World’ print Morton's story? I'd think it would rate headlines
around the world."
"Bill" smiled. "The reporter and his associates still can't quite
convince themselves that the whole thing isn't a big hoax of some sort.
They have factual proof of something highly extraordinary in the metal
plate, but they're still dubious as the idea of space visitors is a
rather touchy subject now."
I promised to phone ’Max Morton’ the following day. At about 10:30 that
night I
drove "Bill" to the bus stop and watched him board a Los Angeles bound
bus. He said he was leaving the following day for the North, but
promised to see me again after my story of Angelucci's experiences
appeared in print.
Later, I contacted ’Max Morton’ at the ’Los Angeles World’ as I was
eager to hear what he had to say about the two Venusians. In brief,
here is the fantastic, but true story he gave me:
In February, 1953, a strange –appearing man, dressed in a tweed suit,
came into the newspaper office. He told the receptionist that he was
from the planet Venus and stated that he wished to see the City Editor.
She, of course, thinking it was a gag, rang the City Editor and
quipped, "A man just dropped in from the planet Venus to see you."
"Oh yeah," remarked the harassed editor. "I'm busy. Let ‘Max Morton’
talk to him. He's interested in characters."
The receptionist, still certain it all was a huge joke, sent the
"character" into the press room to see Max Morton. I asked Max for a
description of the person, and the minute description he gave tallied
in every detail with the mysterious "Bill" who had visited me. Max said
the fellow had looked at him with a serious face and stated in a
forthright and direct manner that he was from the planet Venus. But as
a more or less hard-boiled reporter, Max was familiar with screw-balls
and was not too surprised - as he frequently met "Napoleons", Peter the
Greats, etc. In reply he made some wise-crack.
With that the Venusian ran his thumb nail lightly across Morton's desk.
Genuinely startled, Max saw that the glazed, hard surface of his desk
was gashed to the depth of about half an inch. He began to wonder about
the fellow and attempted to duplicate the feat. But, he declared, he
couldn't even make a slight dent in the desk top. He was puzzled, but
still thought it was just some trick the odd-ball had learned.
With slight urging the fellow commenced talking about himself.
Briefly, his story was that he and a companion had arrived on this
planet in a flying saucer. They landed their craft in the desert near
Barstow, California and concealed it there. In Barstow they were able
to get some old clothes and hitch-hiked into Los Angeles.
Max; still sure it was all a hoax being
perpetrated on him, jokingly asked them how they learned our language.
The Venusian replied that the inhabitants of his planet monitored our
radio and television broadcasts and thus had easily learned our,
languages and customs. He said that he and his companion had come here
specifically to study earthlings at close range and to gain a better
understanding of our minds and thought processes.
The reporter was by no means, convinced that the fellow was anything
but a crackpot, but he was getting curious. When he had to leave for an
appointment at the Court House, he agreed to see the "Venusian" and his
companion the following day. When the fellow arrived the following
afternoon he had his companion with him. Max said the second one
appeared to be almost an identical twin of the first.
In the meantime, Max had procured or obtained heavy plate of the
hardest alloyed steel. He suggested that the Venusian attempt to mark
the metal as he had the desk surface. With apparently no effort the
fellow ran his thumb lightly across the steel. Dumbfounded, Max saw
that the metal was gouged across its entire surface in a streak over half an inch deep. Max
was beginning to feel rather
uneasy, but was certainly not convinced the fellows actually were
Venusians".
Both of them stuck firmly to their story, however, and later requested
Max to help them get jobs in Los Angeles. They said they were without
funds and found they couldn't get around here without money. Max
skeptically agreed to see what he could do.
Through a friend in the newspaper's Department of Investigation he was
able to get the first one a job in that department. But he made the
fellow promise to keep his identity secret. Hence only three persons on
the newspaper's staff knew who the Venusian really was - or claimed to
be!
The fellow worked for several weeks in the Missing Persons office and
succeeded in astounding all of his co-workers with his baffling and
amazing abilities. Max declared the so-called Venusian could locate
missing persons within an hour in cases that had baffled their best
investigators for months.
In fact Max was beginning seriously to wonder if the Venusian might
actually be telling the truth. For it was obvious to everyone that the
fellow possessed incredible extra-sensory perception.
Max talked with him and asked the Venusian for permission to write an
article about him for publication in a magazine. But the Venusian
steadfastly refused; in fact he said he and his companion wanted no
publicity whatsoever as it would negate the true purpose of their visit
here.
Nevertheless Max went to work on an article about them. But before it
was completed the Venusian and his companion suddenly disappeared.
Investigators have not been able to find any trace of them since. Max
said a full report was given to the F.B.I. along with an analysis
report of the piece of gouged steel.
The report, by one of the foremost laboratories in Los Angeles, states
that the mark gouged in the steel plate would require pressure of over
1700 pounds to produce.
Further, that such pressure exerted by any known force would shatter
that particular type of metal before marking it. Even more startling,
THE ANALYSIS OF THE INDENTATION REVEALED, THE PRESENCE OF OVER A DOZEN
ELEMENTS NOT PRESENT IN THE REST OF THE METAL.
Max says he is now convinced the two strange fellows actually were from
the planet Venus. He declared that neither of them appeared to have any
earthly knowledge except what could be gleaned from our television and
radio broadcasts.
He told me his article about the two Venusians would appear in a
foremost national magazine this year, (1954). In the meantime, he
requested that I refrain from giving his name or the name of his
newspaper; otherwise, he gave me full permission to write this account.
(The true identity of "Max Morton" and his Los Angeles newspaper have
been given by me to the editor of this magazine and have been verified
by him.)
After my talk with Max there was certainly no longer any doubt in my
mind, but that "Bill," my strange visitor, was also a Venusian.
He had indicated to me that he was from another planet, but he did not
state which one; also he had stated that he was not of the high
spiritual order of Etherics, who had contacted Orfeo. But the physical
description of the two Venusians, as given to me by Max was similar in
every detail with the physical appearance of "Bill".
Several days later I met Orfeo Angelucci and made plans for writing an
account of his incredible experiences with the space visitors.
(This article appeared under the title I TRAVELED IN A FLYING SAUCER,
in the November 1953 issue of MYSTIC magazine.See
up right.)
I asked both Orfeo and Mrs.Mabel Angelucci, his wife, about the
mysterious stranger "Bill" who had arranged our meeting.
Mrs. Angelucci spoke up quickly and said, "Oh, that man gave me the
creeps. He rang the doorbell one day and introduced himself with an odd
name I can't remember. He seemed to know everything about us. It
frightened me - there was something so strange and downright weird
about him'.
In the last several months I have met and talked with others whose
names and addresses "Bill" gave me. Several of these had met him only
briefly. Others didn't even know who he was and were startled to learn
of the data he had given me about them in connection with the saucers.
True to his promise, "Bill" visited me following publication of the
Angelucci article in MYSTIC magazine.
Our visit was brief, but he told me THEY were well pleased with the
general reaction to the piece. Also, that everything was developing as
anticipated, but that it would require considerable time and the
efforts, understandings and experiences of many persons before
earthlings would be able to attain even the haziest understanding of
the true nature of extra-terrestrials and the saucers. In addition to
Orfeo Angelucci, he mentioned in particular the work of George Van
Tassel, Meade Layne, Donald Keyhoe, William Pelley, Ray Palmer, E. L.
Gardner (The Theosophical Approach), Max Miller, Desmond Leslie and
Criswel1. A few others, he stated, had been carried away by their own
burning enthusiasm and had literally "made mountains out of a mole
hill" Nevertheless, in the overall picture their work too would prove
generally helpful.
Before we parted he asked that I re-read the book, A DWELLER ON TWO
PLANETS, by Phylos. (see below).
I have the book open before me now and this is the prophetic passage
that meets my eye: "But as the Poseid age was stricken, this one must
also be which has just passed. Shall America, together with the rest of
the entire world, meet similar woe or story? Alas, worse, though not by
water-but by fire!
Shall all be wiped out of existence, leaving a planet in ruins? Unto
the end of coming into full obedience with the harmony of divine law
shall the lash be applied; words may not portray the scenes. This is
the message of the END OF THE AGE."
Thus I have endeavored to give you
details of my unearthly experiences with an individual I have every
reason to believe may be from another world. In pondering the matter
over in my mind, I have come to the conclusion that he was doubtless
more or less "playing a role" here, as I sincerely believe the two
Venusians, were who contacted the Los Angeles newspaper reporter.
In other words, they undoubtedly
presented themselves to us in a manner that we with our lower
perceptive abilities might understand and interpret according to our
limited three-dimensional standards.
It is my understanding that as of this date twenty-four Venusians are
in our cities mingling with our people-in practically all cases they
are unknown and undetected.
Undoubtedly with time and the testimony of more persons concerning
their experiences with extra-terrestrial, we will be able to gain a
clearer understanding of these much more highly evolved and intelligent
beings - WHO ARE HERE ON A MISSION OF FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE!
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