SECRET OF THE SAUCERS"
by Orfeo Angelucci
Many persons have asked me why
the space visitors should have chosen me for contact rather
than some other individual they considered eminently qualified
for such a contact than myself. Why, have they infer, should
the space visitors have picked so insignificant a non-entity
as I for their revelations?
In all humility I tell you that
I too have asked both the space visitors and myself that very
question many times. And it is only within recent months that
I have begun to understand fully just why I was chosen. After
you have finished the book, however, you will have the answer.
It is up to you then to decide weather or not you agree with
the saucer beings with their choice of contact.
shall begin by telling you something of my early life and the
space visitors first contact with me back in the year 1946,
when I was totally unaware that I first came under observation.
My childhood was the usual
childhood of most American boys. I joined in the less
strenuous games, attended school and was fairly good in my
studies, although I was always frail and in poor health.
Fortunately, my family was in fairly comfortable circumstances
and they and my two indulgent uncles saw to it that I always
had the best medical attention available.
trouble was diagnosed as "constitutional inadequacy" and its
symptoms were great physical weakness, lassitude, lack of
appetite and malnutrition. Hence I tired very easily and the
slightest physical effort often left me weak and exhausted. I
suffered from severe migraine headaches and as I grew older it
seemed at times that every nerve and muscle in my body ached
with excruciating pain.
When I was in the ninth grade the
doctors advised that I discontinue school and continue my
studies at home. This arrangement was highly satisfactory with
me, for I have always been intensely interested in all
branches of science. Ay home I was able to devote my entire
time to the study of these subjects.
With plenty of rest
and on a weight-building diet I gained strength and within a
year the doctors believed I was well enough to return to
school. But as my family suffered the financial reverses in
the meantime, it was decided that it would be best if I went
to work for awhile. I heartily approved. My first job was with
my uncle's flooring and stucco company. He hired me as an
estimator salesman as I was not equal to any heavy work. I
liked the work and enjoyed getting and meeting people. All in
all I got along pretty well even though I was considered just
a kid. In my spare time I continued to study all of the books
I could get ahold of on scientific subjects.
In 1936 I met
Mabel Borgianini, an attractive Italian girl who is a direct
descendant of the famous Borgias. From the first, both of us
knew we were meant for each other. Her happy, cheerful
disposition helped me to keep from brooding over my health and
physical inability to accomplish all of the things that I
longed to do. It was the happiest day of my life when we were
married. About a year later our first son, Raymond, was born.
and our cup of happiness was full.
A little later I
suffered a complete physical breakdown and was forced to give
up my job. My weight fell alarmingly from 150 to 103 pounds
and I was so weak that I could scarcely sit up. After a number
of medical examinations and complicated tests, the doctors
decided I was suffering from a neurovascular disturbance. They
prescribed complete rest and continuous medical attention.
Thus I entered a new world, a white world of doctors,
nurses and hospital beds. For eighteen long months I was
confined to bed. For my body was racked with excruciating
pains and I was so utterly exhausted that I could not even
read. Medical science was doing everything possible for me,
but I knew that my doctors didn't believe that I would ever
pull through. Frankly, I didn't much care whether I lived or
died. Life was no longer desirable. To lie day after day on a
white hospital cot with a body flayed with pain and too
exhausted even to think is indeed a living hell. Death, I felt
could mean release from pain. Especially was the confinement
difficult to bear as I had always loved the outdoors, the
sparkle of the sunshine, the whisper of the leaves in the
woods, and the music of the woodland streams. Sometimes I
prayed that I might die and escape the pain and awful
weariness that ached in my muscles.
lengthened into months months and gradually I began to
improve. Finally I was able too sit up again and then to
It was like being reborn. I even began to take an
my science books once more. At last the joyous day
when I was
able to leave the hospital and return home. All
long months of confinement the faith and encouragement
wife and family never failed. Mabel was with me
through it all
and if it hadn't been for her love and understanding I
if I would have made it.
My body was still wracked with
pain, but I had to bear that. The good thing was the terrible
exhaustion and trembling weekness was gone so that I was able
to be up and about. Although my family tried to dissuade me, I
insisted upon going back to work on my old job almost
immediately. I had been inactive so long that I wanted more
than anything just to be busy again.
After I returned to
work, I took up courses in night school. The old insatiable
hunger for knowledge was gnawing at my very soul. I realized
that science had discovered much, but there were still so many
things to be learned; so many of nature's secrets yet to be
revealed. I was obsessed with learning the true nature of the
atom; discovering the cure for virus diseases and especially
for polio, that most ghastly of all crippling diseases. I felt
that a satisfactory explanation for the creation and operation
of the entire universe was yet to be worked out. What was the
great mystery of the creation of matter, or the actual orgin
of the atom? These and other similar enigmas echoed in my
brain night day.
The field of electricity and
electro-magnetic phenomena interested me in particular.
Probably because from earliest childhood I had an acute fear
or phobia about lightning. During an electrical storm I
suffered not only actual bodily pain, but mental perturbation
and distress. Thus I became well versed in atmospheric static
I conducted some simple experiments on my
I noticed that all fowl and especially chickens are nervous
and apprehensive during an impending thunderstorm. It was
obvious from my own reactions that they to experienced
definite physical symptoms because of atmospheric conditions.
Also, I discovered chickens are subject to a "range paralysis"
which in every respect parallels infantile paralysis in human
beings. From my studies and experiments in this field I
believed I had discovered certain facts that might be highly
significant in the treatments of polio. In my enthusiasm, I
wrote a long detailed letter on the subject to President
Franklin Roosevelt, who was then in the White House.
Returning to my studies and home
became interested in fungi and the atmospheric conditions
affecting them. I studied the wild mushrooms and the
particular atmospheric conditions which resulted in their
sudden, erratic growth. From the mushrooms I turned to molds.
It was my belief that molds are a negative form of life which
leech on living matter by an illusive, subtle process of
At that time we were well into World War II.
Penicillin had been discovered, but it was yet only a magic
word and a deep mystery to the public. No books or reports
were available on the subject. But by then I was familiar with
the characteristics of fungi. In my experiments I discovered
that one of the most common molds could be made to produce
chemicals indefinitely if kept in proper nutrition and
temperature. It was then I decided to see what structural
changes would occur in the mold aspergillus clavatus in the
4, 1946 I took cultures of the
mold in three stages of growth: embryonic, half mature
mature. I placed the molds in baskets and attached the
to eighteen Navy-type balloons and prepared to send
them aloft. But through an unfortunate accident the balloons broke
away prematurely, carrying the baskets with the molds
with no means of retrieving them. My long months of
effort and careful planning were hopelessly
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Heartsick, I sighed heavily as I watched the balloons
and my precious molds ascending higher and higher into the
clear blue sky. I was a perfect day, just the kind of weather
I had longed for to make my test, but now everything was
My family and a number of friends and
neighbors were with me watching the experiment. Also, on hand
were a reporter and a photographer from the Trentonian, the
Trenton daily newspaper. Everyone was silent staring into the
heavens watching the balloons growing smaller as they gained
altitude. Everyone there and especially Mabel and my
father-in-law knew how keenly disappointed I was. Mabel put
her arm comfortingly about my shoulders and murmured: "It's
all right, Orfeo. You can try again."
It was then that my
father-in-law, Alfred Borgianini, noticed a craft in the sky
and called out: "Look! There's an airplane, Orfeo. Maybe it
will follow your balloons."
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Everyone there saw the object
and it was the consensus that it had been attracted to the
spot by the group of ascending balloons. But as it hovered and
circled overhead, we were all soon aware that it was no
ordinary airplane. In the first place it maneuvered in an
amazingly graceful and effortless manner. Then as we gained a
clearer view of it, we were startled to see that it did not
have the familiar outline of any known type of aircraft. It
was definitely circular in appearance and glistened in the
sunshine. We looked at each other in surprise and bewilderment
and the photographer tried to get some shots of the thing.
Mabel exclaimed: "Why, I never saw such an airplane
It's round and it doesn't have any wings!"
and we continued to stare as it gained altitude and appeared
to follow after the balloons until it too vanished from our
sight. For several days afterward we discussed the strange
object, but as in the case of most mysteries, we forgot all
about it within a week or two. Today, however, any one of
those persons who were with me that day will vouch for the
authenticity of that strange craft.
Since then I have
learned that the occasion of the launching of the balloons was
the first time I came under direct observation of the
extra-terrestrials. Although I never then dreamed of the
significance of the event, that was their first contact with
me. From that moment on for the next five years and nine
months I remained under constant observation by beings from
another world, although I was wholly unaware of it.
state police force was appealed to and requested to be on the
lookout for the eighteen lost balloons and their strange
cargo. Also, local radio stations and newspapers publicized
the loss of the balloons and requested anyone finding or
sighting them to report to authorities. But nothing was ever
heard about them and to all intents the eighteen balloons and
the mold cultures vanished.
Several days after the loss of
the balloons I stopped in at the Palmer Physics Laboratory at
Princeton University to visit Dr. Dan Davis, head of the
Cosmic Ray Department. Dr. Davis had always been most friendly
toward me and was never too busy to take time out to help me
with some of the technical problems that were always troubling
I told Dr. Davis and one of his aides about the
experimental molds and their loss in the accident with the
balloons. Dr. Davis regretted that I had not told him about my
experiments beforehand, for he said that the laboratory would
have been glad to supply the hydrogen gas for the experiment
and otherwise help to reduce expenses. Also, he said he would
have arranged to have the balloons traced by the chain of
radar stations in the eastern section.
Princeto and its
environs were literally heaven-on-earth to me, for it was one
of the important homes of my beloved science. In the vicinity
were such great institutions a Rockefeller Institute for
Medical Research, the R.C.A. Laboratories, the American
Telephone and Telegraph Co.; the Institute for Advance Study;
the Heyden Chemical Corporation, producers of penicillin. And
nearby were Rutgers University, E. R. Squibb and Co., Merck
and Son and many others. Yes, I loved every inch of New Jersey
with its marvelous institutions of learning and scientific
research. But my love for the state was offset by my
uncontrollable apprehensions of and physical anguish during
the rather violent thunderstorms there. Thus when Mabel began
to talk of moving to the West Coast where I'd heard there were
few, if any, thunderstorms, I was easily persuaded to go along
with her plans.
In November of 1947 my family, consisting
of Mabel and I and my two boys, Raymond and Richard, started
by automobile for Los Angeles. On the trip we stopped at
Rochester, Minnesota where I had an appointment at the famous
Mayo Clinic with Dr. Walter C. Alvarez, the modern Hippocrates
of diagnostic medicine. I sincerely appreciated my tremendous
good fortune at being granted time by this authority in the
field of medicine, for many more deserving than I have been
unable to see this busy man.
Despite his fame and his
importance in the medical world, I found him extremely modest
and kindly. After a thorough examination he concluded that my
condition was caused by an inherent constitutional inadequacy
in an extreme degree. It was his opinion that the condition
had been induced by a childhood attack of trichinosis from
eating contaminated, under-cooked pork. He said I was
fortunate to have survived the acute attack. He advised me to
get as much rest as possible and never to engage in work that
was not of my choice and liking in order to minimize the
burden on my weakened constitution and nervous system.
last we arrived in the Golden State on the West Coast.
Southern California was a delightful new experience for both
my family and myself. I decided it was paradise indeed when I
discovered that it actually was practically free from
electrical storms. And my boys and Mabel were thrilled with
stretches of golden sand at the seashores, the mountains and
the continuous semi-spring that prevails there at all seasons
of the year.
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We spent five months in California
sight-seeing and enjoying the sunshine and the wonders of its
scenery. At the end of that time we had to return to Trenton,
as I had some unfinished business to attend to there. But I
had purchased a lot in Los Angeles and we planned to return
and make our permanent home there as soon as possible.
some years I had been working on a thesis titled, "The Nature
of Infinite Entities" which included chapters on such subjects
as Atomic Evolution, Suspension, and Involution; Origin of the
Cosmic Rays; Velocity of the Universe, etc. While I was in
Trenton I had the thesis published entirely at my own expense
and mailed copies to various universities and individual
scientists working on fundamental research. Of course I
realized at the time it was presumptuous of me, but I was
completely carried away with my tremendous enthusiasm for
ideas which I believed I understood but could not properly
formulate because of lack of technical training.
It was my
deep and abiding hope that some one of the scientists might
understand what I was driving at and work out the technical
and mathematical angles. Some of the men were interested, but
none as far as I know ever exerted the effort on the theories
that I had hoped they might. But at least I was satisfied that
I had done my best considering the limited circumstances of my
education. I was content to let the matter rest. It was
obvious science had no need of me, a rank and presumptuous
amateur. I must remain mute, an orphan of science!
all happy to return to Los Angeles and settle down in our new
home. There I went into business with my father. But from the
first we encountered vicissitudes on every side. For three
long, difficult years we struggled along trying to make a go
of it, but monopolies and stiff competition made the going so
rough that we were finally forced to close down the
The temptation was great to return to the
security of Trenton where material comfort and a small fortune
awaited us if we would make our home there. But Mabel and the
boys loved Southern California. As far as I am concerned,
security has never been of great importance in my world of the
atom, the electron and the photon. Also, there were still
those electric storms to reckon with. To an electrophobe like
myself, this aspect is always of primary consideration. So we
decided to forget security and gamble on keeping our home and
making a go of it in Los Angeles where we were all content.
This was in the year 1948and the flying saucers
were then making headlines from time to time. But I was
completely disinterested in the phenomenon. Like many other
persons, I thought the saucers were some new type of aircraft
being secretly developed here in the United States. I figured
the information would come out in good time.
months I worked as manager of the Los Feliz Club House. In my
spare time I endeavored to write a motion picture script. I
was more of a hobby than anything else. I didn't really expect
the script to be accepted as I'd had no writing experience. As
the idea of space travel was quite popular in the films then,
I concentrated on a story about an imaginary trip to the moon.
Several studios were interested in the finished manuscript,
but it was never made into a motion picture.
When the club
house where I was employed was finally leased to a large
organization, I made application for work at the Lockheed
Aircraft Corporation plant at Burbank, California.(pictures
application was approved and I went to work for Lockheed on
April 2, 1952, in the metal fabrication department.
about six weeks in Metal Fabrication I was transferred to the
Plastics Unit at Lockheed. Since plastics had always
interested me, I was pleased with the change. I was one of a
three-man crew working on radomes, or plastic and glass
housings for the radar units of the F-94C and F-94B Starfire
I liked my fellow workers, Dave Donnegan and
Richard Butterfield. Both were honest sincere, hardworking
typical young Americans. They had their feet firmly on the
ground and although interested on new ideas and scientific
developments, they were strictly on the material plane and not
interested in abstractions.
I was fortunate indeed to have
two such men to cushion the shock of the fantastic chain of
events in which I was so soon and unexpectedly to be involved.
As I look back now it appears that an occult power of some
sort had neatly arranged every smallest detail in advance
including the particular type of job I was in as well as the
two men who were to be closest to me through all of my
incredible experiences. urs was the swing shift. The unusual
hours appealed to me as well as the excitement of the new work
and the motley assortment of people at the plant. But I did
not know then what infinitely strange destiny gate held in
store for me.
THE DISK FROM ANOTHER
Friday, May 23, 1952, was an ordinary day in
Burbank, California insofar as I was concerned. I got up at my
usual time, worked around the yard for a few hours and later
stopped in at the Drive-In snack bar. After several cups of
coffee and an exchange of good-natured banter with some of the
customers, I left and went to my job at the Lockheed Aircraft
Things went along well enough during the
earlier part of the evening, but about 11 o'clock I began to
feel ill. An odd prickling sensation was running through my
hands and arms and up into the back of my neck. I had a slight
heart palpitation and my nerves were on edge. I felt just as I
always do before a bad electrical storm. As the familiar
symptoms increased I went outside expecting to find heavy
threatening clouds, but the night was exceptionally clear and
the stars were bright.
Puzzled, I went to work wondering
what was wrong with me. By 12:30 A.M., when the quitting
whistle sounded, I was so exhausted I could scarcely stand; it
would be a relief to get home and into bed. I took my car from
the Lockheed parking lot and headed southeast on Victory
Boulevard toward home.
I became increasingly conscious of
nervous tension as I drove. I sensed a force of some kind
about me. Never in all of my similar illnesses had I
experienced such peculiar symptoms There was no pain, yet I
felt as though I might die at any moment. The prickling
sensation had increased and spread to my arms, legs and up
into my scalp.
Frightened, I wondered if an old illness was
returning upon me. Was I going to be confined to my bed again
with the terrible debility and excruciating pain of the "constitutional
inadequacy" of my schoolboy days? The dread
symptoms were certainly there.
At Alameda Boulevard I
stopped for a traffic signal. It was then I noticed that my
eyesight was glazed and the sounds of traffic were oddly
muffled and far-away as though my hearing was also affected. I
decided that I had better stop at one of the all-night cafes
and have a cup of coffee. But at the thought all of my
alarming symptoms increased. I forgot the idea of a cup of
coffee. My sole and overwhelming desire was to get home as
fast as I could.
I continued on Victory Boulevard toward
home. I had the illusion that the night was growing brighter
as though enveloped in a soft golden haze. Directly ahead and
slightly above my line of vision I saw a faintly red-glowing
oval-shaped object. At first it was so dim I had to stare at
it to be certain it was really there. But gradually it
increased in brilliance. It was about five times as large as
the red portion of a traffic light. Nervously I rubbed my eyes; something was wrong with my
vision! But the thing
remained there; not sharp and clearly defined, but fuzzily
luminous, definitely oval-shaped and deep red in color.
continued on Riverside Drive directly toward the object, but
it appeared to be receding from me so that I remained
relatively the same distance from it. As it was almost one
o'clock in the morning there was little traffic on the road.
Apparently no one else had noticed the object as I saw no cars
stopped to investigate. I wondered if I also would have missed
it above the glare of the headlights if my strange symptoms
had not drawn my eyes to it.
I drove across the bridge over
the Los Angeles River with the object still in view. Just the
other side of the bridge, to the right of the highway, is a
lonely, deserted stretch of road called Forest Lawn Drive. The
object stopped and hovered over the intersection. As I drew
near, it gained in brilliance and its red color grew deeper
and more glowing. Simultaneously, the physical symptoms I was
experiencing became more acute. I was aware of a tingling
sensation of pain and numbness in my arms and legs that
reminded me of contact with an electrical current.
disk veered sharply to the right off the highway and began
moving slowly along Forest Lawn Drive. For the first time it
occurred to me that the fantastic thing could be one of those
flying saucers I had read about. I turned my car onto Forest
Lawn Drive and followed the object.
About a mile further
along the disk swerved to the right, away from the road, and
hung motionless over an unfenced field some distance below the
road level. I drove off the pavement about thirty feet to the
edge of the declivity. From there the glowing red dick was
directly in front of me and only a shoret distance away. As I
watched it in bewilderment it pulsated violently; then shot
off into the sky at a 30- or 40-degree angle and at very great
speed. High in the sky to the west it decelerated abruptly,
hung for a moment; then accelerated and disappeared like a
But just before the glowing red orb
smaller objects came from it. These objects were definitely
circular in shape and of a soft, fluorescent green color. They
streaked down directly in front of my car and hovered only a
few feet away.
I judged each to be about three feet in
diameter. Hanging silently in the air like iridescent bubbles
their green light fluctuated rhythmically in intensity.
Then, apparently coming from between those two eerie balls
of green fire, I heard a masculine voice in strong,
well-modulated tones and speaking perfect English.
of the nervous tension I was under at that moment, amounting
almost to a state of shock, it is impossible for me to give a
verbatim account of the conversation which followed. The
invisible speaker obviously was endeavoring to choose words
and phrases which I could understand, but there were several
things which even now are not clear to me. I can only make a
poor approximation of the gist of his words.
I do, however,
remember the first words spoken which were: "Don't be afraid,
Orfeo, we are friends!" Then the voice requested that I get
out of my car and "Come out here." Mechanically, I pushed open
the car door and got out. I didn't feel fear, but I was so
weak and shaky that I could scarcely stand. I leaned against
the front fender of my car and looked at the twin pulsating
circular objects hovering a shor distance in front of me.
The glowing disks created a soft illumination, but I
could see no person anywhere. I remember vaguely that the
voice spoke again calling me by my full name in words of
greeting. It further stated that the small green disks were
instruments of transmission and reception comparable to
nothing developed on earth. Then the voice added that through
the disks I was in direct communication with friends from
There was a pause and I dimly remember
thinking that I should say something, but I was stunned into
utter silence. I could only stare in fascination at those
fantastic balls of green fire and wonder if I had lost my mind.
When the voice spoke again I heard these startling
words: "Do you remember your eighteen balloons and the mold
cultures that you lost in the skies back in New Jersey,
I was astounded to hear the strange voice recalling
an incident out of the past which had happened so long ago
that I had almost forgotten it. "Yes.... yes sir, I
"Do you also remember the strange, wingless craft that
appeared to be observing your activities?"
entire scene came back to me crystal clear in memory. I
remember Mabel, my wife, my father-in-law and our friends and
neighbors with me as we stared at that strange, disk-shaped
object in the sky. I recalled how the object had appeared to
follow the balloons bearing my precious cultures a Aspergillus
Clavatus mold. I had been quite an experimenter in those days.
It was then it dawned upon me that the fluorescent disks were
similar in shape and behaved in the same erratic manner as had
that mysterious craft back in New Jersey. The only difference
was that I had seen the craft in daylight when it glistened
like metal whereas the disks glowed in the darkness.
do remember us, Orfeo," the golden voice stated. "We were
observing your efforts that day as we have watched you since
All traces of fear left me at these words, but I
could not help but wonder what it all meant. Suddenly I
realized that I was feeling very thirsty.
As though in
response to my thought, the voice said: "Drink from the
crystal cup you will find on the fender of your car, Orfeo."
Astonished at his words, I glanced down and saw a
kind of goblet on the car fender. It glistened in the soft
light. Hesitantly I lifted it to my lips and tasted the drink.
It was the most delicious beverage I had ever tasted. I
drained the cup. Even as I was drinking a feeling of strength
and well-being swept over me and all of my unpleasant symptoms
"Oh thank you , sir," I said as I placed the
empty cup back on the fender of my car only to see it
At that moment another incredible phenomenon
began to occur. The twin disks were spaced about three feet
apart. Now the area between them began to glow with a soft
green light which gradually formed into a luminous
three-dimensional screen as the disks themselves faded
Within the luminous screen there appeared
images of the heads and shoulders of two persons, as though in
a cinema close-up. One was the image of a man and the other of
a woman. I say man and woman only because their outlines and
features were generally similar to men and women. But those
two figures struck me as being the ultimate of perfection.
There was an impressive nobility about them; their eyes were
larger and much more expressive and they emanated a seeming
radiance that filled me with wonder. Even more confusing was
the troubling thought somewhere in the back of my mind that
they were oddly familiar. Strangely enough, the projected
images of the two beings appeared to be observing me. For they
looked directly at me and smiled; then their eyes looked about
as though taking in the entire scene.
I had the
uncomfortable feeling as they studied me that they knew every
thought in my mind; everything I'd ever done and a vast amount
about me that I didn't even know myself. Intuitively, I sensed
that I stood in a kind of spiritual nakedness before them.
Also, I seemed to be in telepathic communication with them,
for thoughts, understandings and new comprehension's that
would have required hours of conversation to transmit, flashed
through my consciousness.
Before those two incredible
Beings I felt that I was only a shadow of the shining reality
I sensed them to be. It is difficult to express my feelings in
words, for my understanding of them was gained primarily
through intuitive perception.
After several moments the two
figures faded and the luminous screen vanished. Again the two
disks flamed into brilliant green fire.
from weakness and cold perspiration, I was on the point of
blacking out when I heard the voice again. It was more kindly
than ever as it said something about my being understandably
confused; but it assured me I would understand everything that
had happened later on. Also, I remember these words: "The road
will open, Orfeo."
I didn't understand. Instead the thought
flashed through my mind: "Why have they contacted me; a humble
aircraft worker-a nobody?"
The voice replied: "We see the
individuals of Earth as each one really is, Orfeo, and not as
perceived by the limited senses of man. The people of your
planet have been under observation for centuries, but have
only recently been re-surveyed. Every point of progress in
your society is registered with us. We know you as you do not
know yourselves. Every man, woman and child is recorded in
vital statistics by means of our recording crystal disks. Each
of you is infinitely more important to us than to your fellow
Earthlings because you are not aware of the true mystery of
"From among you we singled out three
individuals who, from the standpoint of our higher vibrational
perception, are best fitted for establishing contact. All
three are simple, humble and presently unknown persons. Of the
other two, one is living in Rome and the other in India. But
for our first contact with the people of Earth, Orfeo, we have
"We feel a deep sense of brotherhood toward
Earth's inhabitants because of an ancient kinship of our
planet with Earth. In you we can look far back in time and
recreate certain aspects of our former world. With deep
compassion and understanding we have watched your world going
through its 'growing pains'. We ask that you look upon us
simply as older brothers."
The voice continued, speaking
rather rapidly. It stated that they were well aware that the
flying saucers had been treated humorously by most people - as
it was meant they should be. In this way they wanted the
people of Earth to become only gradually aware of them and
grow accustomed to the idea of space visitors. It was best
that we receive them lightly at first for the sake of our own
The voice stated that the disks were powered and
controlled by tapping into universal magnetic forces; thus
their activated molecules received and converted energy
inherent in all the universe. It further explained that the
complexities of the apparently simple structure of their disks
were so great that to an Earthing a saucer would be considered
as having "synthetic brains", although each one is to a degree
under the remote control of a Mother Ship. Also, most of the
saucers, as well as the space craft of other planetary
evolutions, are of a circular shape and vary in size from a
few inches to hundreds of feet in diameter.
A disk, the
voice continued, is able not only to relay whatever is
transmitted to it from a Mother Ship, but also it records
precisely all visual, auditory and telepathic impressions that
come within the scope of the disk. These impressions are
relayed to the Mother Ship where they are permanently recorded
upon what Earthlings would popularly term "synthetic crystal
brains". Thus for centuries had been recorded a detailed
account of Earth's civilization and the spiritual evolution of
The voice also stated that in addition
to the remotely controlled saucers there also existed space
ships, some of which had been seen by Earthlings. It was
further explained that the Etheric entities in reality had no
need of space-craft of any type and when they were employed by
them it was only for purposes of material manifestation to
I distinctly remember the voice making some such
statement as this: "Interplanetary ships and saucers of
various material densities can approximate the speed of light.
This seems impossible to you only because of a natural
principle which has not yet been discovered by your
scientists. Also, the Speed of Light is the Speed of Truth.
This statement is presently unintelligible to Earth's peoples,
but is a basic cosmic axiom.
"Approaching the speed of
light, the Time dimension, as known upon Earth, becomes
non-existent; hence in this comparatively new dimension there
are incredibly rapid means of space travel which are beyond
man's comprehension. Also, within the Records of Light are to
be found a complete history of Earth and of every entity which
has incarnated upon it.
Many of the saucers - of highly
attenuated densities of matter - were invisible to Earthly
eyes and could only be detected by radar. Also, any of the
saucers could be rendered invisible at any time, or could be
disintegrated by either explosion or implosion. Thus
Earthlings had seen some apparently burst in a blue or white
flash while others seemed simply to vanish in the air.
remember wondering about Captain Mantell and several others
who believed they had contacted the saucers. In reply to my
thought I heard these words: "Captain Mantell was not pursuing
the planet Venus. He was endeavoring to overtake and capture
one of the remotely controlled disks. His death was absolutely
"We wish to tell Earth's people that visitors
from other planets occasionally visit Earth's dense, heavy,
gaseous atmosphere. All are of kindly intent and none will
harm man. All intelligence's capable of space travel can read
thoughts and see emotions.
Man believes himself civilized,
but often his thoughts are barbaric and his emotions lethal.
We do not say this as criticism, but state it only as fact.
Thus it is best to approach all planetary visitors with
friendly, welcoming thoughts!"
As I listened to his words I
wondered why these incredible beings hadn't landed several
space ships at one of our large airports and thus convinced
the world simply and quickly of their reality.
In answer, I
heard these words: "That would be the way of the entities of
your Earth, Orfeo, but it is not our way. Primarily because we
function in dimensions unknown to man and hence interpret all
things differently. Also, because there are planetary and
cosmic laws as implacable as the natural laws of
"Cosmic law actively prevents one planet from
interfering with the evolution of any other planet. In other
words, Orfeo, Earth must work out its own destiny! We will do
everything in our power to aid the people of Earth, but we are
definitely and greatly limited by cosmic law. It is because
the life evolution in its present stage of material
advancement upon Earth is endangered that we have made our
re-appearance in the atmosphere of your planet. The danger is
far greater that Earth's people realize. The 'enemy' prepares
in vast numbers and in secret."
For a moment the voice was
still and then it said gently: "Among the countless other
worlds in the cosmos, Orfeo, the children of Earth are as
babes, ultimate of knowledge. Among the worlds of the universe
are many types of spiritual and physical evolutions. Each form
of intelligent life adapts itself to the physical conditions
prevalent upon its home planet. Most of these evolutions exist
in more highly attenuated forms of matter than upon Earth. But
the majority are rather similar to man in appearance. There is
a definite reason for this being so. In reality, we are
Earth's older brothers and thus we will aid Earth's people
insofar as they, through free will, will permit us to do
As I listened to that kind, gentle voice I began to
feel a warm, glowing wave of love enfold me; so powerful that
it seemed as a tangible soft, golden light. For a wonderful
moment I felt infinitely greater, finer and stronger than I
knew myself to be. It was as though momentarily I had
transcended mortality and was somehow related to these
"We'll contact you again, Orfeo, the voice
said. "But for now, friend, it is goodnight."
shimmering green disks faded almost out: then I heard a low
hum as they flamed brilliantly into glowing green fire and
shot up into the sky in the direction taken earlier by the
larger red disk. In an incredibly short time they too had
vanished, leaving me standing alone by my
Bewilderment, incredulity, shock and stark fear
flooded over me - sudden conviction that I had lost my mind
and gone raving mad. What I had witnessed, I felt, just
couldn't have happened.
I raised my numbed hand and it was
trembling violently. I saw by my watch that it was almost two
o'clock in the morning. I climbed shakily into my car and
kicked the starter. Panic was mounting in me. I twisted the
steering wheel, gunned the engine and made a sharp, fast U
turn to get back onto the road. The tires screamed and the car
I wanted to get home quickly. I wanted to get back
to the world of sane reality. I wanted someone to assure me I
wasn't going mad.
I drove with only a single objective in
my mind - to get home!
When finally I made the turn onto
Glendale Boulevard (picture) and saw the lights of my apartment I
breathed a heavy sigh of relief; no place had ever looked so
good to me!
I left the car in the driveway and ran into the
house. My wife was waiting up, worried and anxious because I
was so late.
"Orfeo, what's the matter? What's wrong?
You're white as a sheet!"
I stood staring at her, unable to
She came to me and grasped my hand. "Orfeo, you're
sick! I'm going to call a doctor."
I put my arms around
her. I wanted only to feel her close to me and for the moment
to try not to think of what I had been through.
with me to tell her what had happened.
"Tomorrow - maybe
tomorrow, Mae, I can tell you...."
Finally we got to bed,
but it was almost dawn before I drifted into a troubled half
I TRAVEL IN A FLYING
I spent nearly all day Saturday in bed. The
shock of my fantastic experience was so great that I found it
difficult to get back to actualities. I kept having the
feeling that the world I knew was a phantom world inhabited
only by shadows.
It was not until Sunday that I could bring
myself to tell my wife what had happened to me. I was afraid
she would think I had lost my mind. Thus it was with relief I
heard her say: "If you say it happened like that, Orfeo, I
believe you. You've always told me the truth. But this thing
is so strange and frightening - and you looked so deathly
white when you came in."
I could only put my arms around
her as I replied: "It scares me too, Mabel - I don't know what
Sunday afternoon I took my twelve year old son
Richard and drove back to the spot on Forest Lawn Drive where
I had seen the disks. There in the loose dirt I found the deep
skid marks the tires of my car had made Friday
Richard looked at me curiously and asked what I was
looking for. I pointed to the skid marks and told him that was
the spot where I had seen what could only have been a flying
saucer. Richard stared incredulously. But dad, I thought you
always laughed at people who believed in those
"You"re right, son," I replied. "But that was only
because I didn't know any better. Friday night I saw three of
the saucers from this very spot."
Richard's eyes widened
with interest. Then he began shooting questions at me so fast
that I had to ask him to slow down. But I was glad he did not
doubt my word.
Seeing those skid marks where I had gunned
my car in panic to get away from the eerie spot assured me of
the reality of my experience. I was convinced that I had been
in contact with beings from another world.
Monday night I
went back to my swing-shift job at Lockheed. It felt good to
be back at work again! The friendly banter, laughter and jokes
of my co-workers were just what I needed.
Beyond my family
I told no one of that first experience, as I knew I would be
ridiculed. In fact even at home very little was said about the
saucers or my experience, for the subject invariably upset my
wife and filled her with such apprehension that even the boys
refrained from talking much about it.
But when I was alone
I thought long and often about those incredible beings from
that other world. The voice had promised: "We'll contact you
again, Orfeo." I wondered when they would get in touch with me
again and how? Had they meant soon - or would it be months or
even years? These and hundreds of similar questions clamored
in my mind.
I wondered if I was under constant observation
by them. If so, I thought that through telepathy I could
signal them to return. ne night I went back to that lonely
spot on Forest Lawn Drive and tried to establish telepathic
communication. But it was useless! No glowing red disk
appeared - only the night and the empty skies that gave back
Weeks passed and still no further sign from
them. Doubts began to trouble me. Time dulled the memory of
that night and I began to wonder if my experience had actually
been real after all.
Then early in July there began a fresh
flood of well-authenticated sightings of saucers in the skies
over Southern California. Local newspapers carried banner
headlines announcing FLYING SAUCERS OVER LOS ANGELES! Some
people were convinced we had interplanetary visitors and
looked for mass landings at any moment.
Later in the month
additional sensational sightings were reported from many other
States. It seemed the skies were filled with the baffling
mystery objects that defied all natural laws and behaved more
like phantoms than material realities. As I avidly read each
new account I became convinced anew that I knew the secret of
the flying saucers. But I longed for more knowledge. I hoped
and prayed for another contact with those incredible beings I
had seen so briefly that Friday night.
July 23, 1952 I
didn't go to work. I wasn't feeling well and believed I was
coming down with the flu. I was in bed all day, but in the
evening I felt a little better and thought a walk in the fresh
air would be good for me.
I walked down to the snack-bar at
the Los Feliz Drove-In theatre, several blocks from the eleven
unit apartment-court where we live. The small cafe has a warm,
friendly atmosphere and it gave my spirits a big lift to
listen to the small talk and friendly ribbing. Because of the
many recent newspaper reports, the talk turned to flying
Ann, one of the waitresses laughingly remarked
that she couldn't get enough sleep as her husband insisted
upon staying up most of the night watching the sky with
binoculars trying to get a glimpse of a saucer. This brought
on a round of flying saucer jokes and everyone was laughing,
including myself. The fact that I could laugh indicates that I
had pretty well gotten over the shock of my
When I'd finished my coffee I left the
snack-bar and started home. It was a little after ten O'clock.
Beyond the theatre is a lonely stretch of vacant lots. The
place is eerie and forbidding at night, for huge concrete
buttresses rise from it supporting the Hyperion Avenue Freeway
Bridge several hundred feet overhead. The bridge cast dense,
oblique shadows down below making it a shadowed no-man's
when searched net for
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As I crossed the vacant lots in the deep shadows of
the bridge a peculiar feeling came over me. Instantly I
remembered that sensation - the tingling in my arms and legs!
I looked nervously overhead but saw nothing. The feeling
became more intense and with it came the dulling of
consciousness I had noted on that other occasion.
me and the bridge I noticed a misty obstruction. I couldn't
make out what it was. It looked like an Eskimo igloo - or the
phantom of an igloo. It seemed like a luminous shadow without
substance. I stared hard at the object. It was absolutely
incredible - like a huge, misty soap bubble squatting on the
ground emitting a fuzzy, pale glow.
The object appeared to
be about thirty feet high and about equally wide at the base,
so it wasn't a sphere. As I watched, it seemed to gain
substance and to darken perceptibly on the outside. Then I
noticed it had an aperture, or entrance like the door to an
igloo, and the inside was brilliantly lighted.
toward the thing. I had absolutely no sense of fear; rather a
pleasant feeling of well-being. At the entrance I could see a
large circular room inside. Hesitating only an instant I
stepped into the object.
I found myself in a circular,
domed room about eighteen feet in diameter. The interior was
made of an ethereal mother-of-pearl stuff, iridescent with
exquisite colors that gave off light. There was a reclining
chair directly across from the entrance. It was made of that
same translucent, shimmering substance - a stuff so evanescent
that it didn't appear to be material reality as we know it.
No voice spoke, but I received the strong impression that
I was to sit in the chair. In fact, a force seemed to be
impelling me directly toward it. As I sat down I marveled at
the texture of the material. Seated therein, I felt suspended
in air, for the substance of that chair molded itself to fit
every surface or movement of my body.
As I leaned back and
relaxed, that feeling of peace and well-being intensified.
Then a movement drew my attention toward the entrance. I saw
the walls appeared to be noiselessly moving to close the
aperture to the outside. In a few seconds the door had
vanished, with no indication that there had ever been an
The closing of that door cut me off entirely from
the outside world. For an uncomfortable moment I felt utterly
alone - lost to my family and friends. But almost immediately
a pleasant warmth passed over me giving me once more that
feeling of peace and security. I breathed deeply and found the
air cool and fresh. Vaguely I wondered what was going to
Then I thought I heard a humming sound. At
first it was almost inaudible, but it grew to a steady,
low-pitched rhythm that was more like a vibration than a
Next I was aware that my body seemed to be sinking
more deeply into the soft substance of the chair. I felt as
though a gentle force was pushing perculiarly pleasant
sensation that put me into a kind of semi-dream state.
While the humming sound increased I noticed that the
room was darkening as though a heavy shadow was engulfing the
room in twilight. As the light diminshed I began to grow
apprehensive. I had the realization of how alone and helpless
I actually was. For a bad moment I was on the edge of panic in
the tightly sealed, darkening room.
Then... I heard music!
It seemed to be coming from the walls. I couldn't believe my
ears when I recognized the melody as my favorite song, "Fools
Rush In". The panic within me subsided for I realized how safe
I was with them - thy who knew my every thought, dream and
Reassured, I settled back to enjoy the
music. In a few seconds the interior of the room began to grow
light again. Soon it was more brilliantly lighted than ever.
It was at that moment that I noticed a glittering piece of
metal on the floor of the craft. It was the shape and about
the size of a quarter. I reached down and picked it up. It was
different from any kind of metal I had ever seen, for it
seemed almost to be alive in my hand.
It quivered and began to
glow almost like a live coal; yet it remained at the same
ytemperature as my body. Now I noticed that the piece of metal
was diminishing in size. It was as though some mysterious kind
of sublimation or degeneration was taking place before my
eyes. Could it be that contact with my hand was causing the
substance to dissipate in the air? I placed it back upon the
floor of the craft. There it ceased to quiver and the odd glow
was no longer apparent.
I leaned back in the chair and
noticed my soiled, faded work clothes which I had worn when I
went to the snack-bar. The coarse fabric appeared crude and
glaringly out of place in the exquisite, shimmering
"Where are they taking me?" I
wondered, as I half listened to the music. For I was certain
the the craft I was in must be moving. Were they taking me to
their world, or was I going to spend eternity lost in space in
that pearly igloo?
While I was still pondering these
questions I felt the push against the surface of by body
lessen, then cease altogether. The music stopped playing and
humming vibration in the floor died away too. I was certain
that whatever type of motive power was used was housed
somewhere below the floor as the faint vibratory hum
definitlely came from there.
Then smoothly and noiselessly
the chair made a quarter turn toward the wall. Even as much as
I trusted my unseen friends I was a little frightened at this.
Tensely I waited, gripping the arms of the chair. Directly in
front of me a circular opening appeared in the wall about six
feet in diameter, but everything appeared hazy through it.
As I stared, the lights inside darkened. Then either the
entire craft or the seat turned slightly more to the left and
the strange window widened about three more feet. I saw a huge
globe surrounded with a shimmering rainbow. I trembled as I
realized I was actually looking upon a planet from somewhere
out in space. The planet itself was of a deep, twilight-blue
intensity and the irridescent rainbow surrounding it made it
appear like a dream vision. I couldn't see it all, for a
portion at the bottom of the sphere was cut off by the floor
Now I heard that voice I remembered so well. "Orfeo,
you are looking upon Earth - your home! From here, over a
thousand miles away in space, it appears as the most beautiful
planet in the heavens and a haven of peace and tranquillity.
But you and your Earthly brothers know the true conditions
As I listened to the tender, gentle intonations of
that wonderful voice and overwhelming sense of sadness came
over me. I felt tears in my eyes - I who had not know the
relief of tears since I was a small boy. My heart was so full
of emotion that tears were the only possible expression. They
flowed unheeded down my cheeks. I was not ashamed for the
tears seemed somehow to cleanse and purify me and to break
down the hard, unfeeling, crystalized shell of The Reasoner
that I had come to pride myself upon being.
The voice said
softly: "Weep, Orfeo. Let tears unblind your eyes. For at this
moment we weep with you for Earth and her Children. For all of
its apparent beauty Earth is a purgatorial world among the
plants evolving intelligent life. Hate, selfishness and
cruelty rise from many parts of it like a dark mist.
words brought fresh tears to my eyes as I thought of
conditions on Earth and how they must appear to these
perfected, compassionate beings who had extra-dimensional
There was wsilence for a moment. Then I noticed that
the room was apparently revolving away from Earth. Gradually
the heavens came into view - an awesome, breathtaking sight
from that tiny craft. All space appeared intensely black and
the stars incrediably brilliant, set like jewels against black
velvet - large, small; single and clustered. I felt lost in a
strangely beautiful, ethereal world of celestial
All was brooding silence, order and indescribable
beauty. A deep feeling of reverence possed me. I had never
been an actively religious man, but in that moment I knew God
as a tangible, immutable Force that reached to the furthest
depths of Time and Eternity. And I felt assurance that the
beings in whose care I was at that moment were close to the
For a moment there was deep silence. Then
as I wiped away the tears I saw a fantastic object coming
slowly into view through the "window". It resembled a
dirigible except that it was definitely flattened at the
bottom.. It emerged gradually into view from the right.
studied it closely, wondering at its composition. It did not
appear to be metallic like an airplane, but was definitely
crystalling and give it illusion of transparency. Its light
properties definitely suggested perfect crystal alloyed
throughout. I surmised it might be some sort of
crystal-metal-plastic combination. When the entire ship was in
view it appeared to be at least 1000 feet long and about 90
feet thick, but it could have been a great deal larger for
there was no way to judge how close I was to it.
fascinated at the half-ethereal "ship", scarcely conscious
that I was again hearing music. But as my ears caught a
startling, unfamiliar, strain, I listened intently to music
such as I had never heard or could imagine. It is beyond
description, for it was not music as we know it, nor was it
played to our musical scale. It was strange, haunting drifts
of melody that brought visions of star galaxies and planets
spinning in notes of perfect harmony.
The voice spoke
again: "Brother of Earth, each entity of your planet is
divinely created and immortal. Upon your world the mortal
shadows of those entities are working out their salvation from
the plane of darkness. Every person upon Earth and its
adjoining planes of manifestation are definitely arrayed upon
either the positive side of progression toward good, or on the
negative side of regression toward greater evil. We know where
you stand, rfeo; but are you going to be content to drift as
you have been?"
"No....oh, no!" I replied impulsively. "I
want to work constructively. Only grant me strong physical
health and there isn't anything I shan't be able to
The voice replied gently. "That wish we cannot
grant you, Orfeo, as much as we might like to. It is only
because your physical body is weakened and your spiritual
perceptions thereby keener that we have been able to contact
you. Had you been physically in robust health with your mortal
body and mind perfectly attuned to the sluggish lowered
vibrations of Earth, we could not have manifested to
"Sickness, ill-health and all mortal afflictions are
transient and unreal. They, along with pain, sorrow, suffering
and conflict make up mankind's lessons in the school of the
world where wisdom and spiritual evolution are gained
primarily through suffering. An explanation of this terrible
enigma will be given to you later. But tonight we tell you
that you can rise above the inadequacies of your physical
body, Orfeo, as may all other Earthlings. Remember always that
we love you and your brothers of Earth. We will do everything
within our power for the children of Earth that they will
permit us to do, through free will."
With these words, the
huge ship I was observing began moving upward and toward the
left. One large"porthole" after another opened in rapid
succession as the ship ascended until what appeared to be
three decks were visible and I could catch fleeting glimpses
of the interior of the gigantic sky ship. The inside appeared
to be of the same luminous mother-of-pearl substance as the
interior of the craft I was in. But I saw nothing more, no
sign of life, no furnishings or equipment such as we on Earth
As I watched the ship I realized that the voice as
well as the ethereal music had actually originated in the
great sky ship. It came to me then that this must be a mother
ship and that beings in it had remote control over the
movements of the saucers that skimmed and skipped through our
atmosphere. It awed me to realize what a high degree of
intelligence and what expert hands were behind the saucer
phenomena. I felt ashamed of having pleaded for a healthy
body, who had already been granted so much.
As the craft
moved further out into space I noticed what appeared to be a
rotor at each end of the ship. I say rotor, but actually the
things appeared to be vortices of flame.
With my limited
knowledge I judged these incredible disks of fire to be
tremendously powerful power plants whose terrific energy could
be diverted to almost any purpose. The disks I had first seen
were used as radio transmitters and receivers; then as a huge
three-dimensional television screen on which, through some
method of telepathic contact, it was possible both to see and
to hear. Now I saw those same disks apparently propelling the
vast sky ship. It was my guess that just such a power plant
had shot the very craft I was in a thousand miles out into
space in a mere matter of minutes and without any discomfort
to me. It was clearly evident that all of the bewildering and
insurmountable problems of space travel that baffled our
engineers and scientists had been overcome by these people to
such an extent that the entire trip into outer space was as
simple as a ride in an elevator.
I wondered if they had
discovered the secret of resisting gravity with its
counter-force; if not, then by what other means had they
conquered or neutralized gravity? I remembered that Earth's
scientists believed that a man in a space ship would be
absolutely weightless and apt to float about. I lifted my hand
and let it drop to the arm of the chair. It behaved precisely
as it would have on Earth. There must be an artificial gravity
induced in the floor of the craft.
I wondered too how they
had overcome the menace of lethal cosmic rays, meteors, sky
debris, etc. Surely my ship carried no tons of lead shielding
scientists declared necessary for adequate protection from
cosmic rays. Also, I wondered in what way they had mastered
the terrific pressure and temperature changes so that I was
never conscious at any time of variations in either? And their
motive power; what was the fantastic secret of those green
fireballs? Possibly they were vortices of magnetic power which
operated almost silently and with astounding efficiency. What
a wonder world their planet must be, I thought, as I gazed in
awe at the crystalline dream-ship passing from my line of
Slowly then the room turned back toward the left
and the Earth appeared once more with its shimmering rainbow
halo. Dimly I could make out the faint outlines of the Western
Hemisphere in varying shades of misty blue. Also I could see
faint puffs of light scattered here and there which I judged
to be the larger cities of the North American continent.
Two flying saucers darted into view and sped
downward toward Earth. Just as abruptly they decelerated and
hung suspended in space as pinpoints of light. As I was
wondering about them I heard the voice say that one was over
Washington, D.C. and the other over Los Angeles. Los Angeles -
the word echoed in my consciousness as I gazed at the faint
brush of light that was a great sprawling city. I tried to
remember that Los Angeles was my home, but it seemed only
vaguely familiar; a place remembered somewhere in
"Tonight, Orfeo," the voice continued, "you have
explored a minute distance into the limitless highways of the
universe. Through your own efforts the road may later be
widened for you. Tonight you, an entity of Earth, have come
close to the Infinite Entities. For the present you are our
emissary, Orfeo, and you must act! Even though people of Earth
laugh derisively and mock you as a lunatic, tell them about
"I will....I will..." I whispered haltingly knowing
that everything I said was heard by them even as all my
thoughts were known to them.
"We know you will, Orfeo," the
voice replied. "Thus tonight a special privilege has been
yours. We love the Children of Earth and it is our desire to
help them as the hour of crisis approaches. But only through
such harmless ones as you can we work.
"The aggressive men
of Earth want our scientific advancements. For these they
would shoot our crafts from the skies - if they could. But
additional scientific knowledge we cannot give to Earth except
as we are now doing in a manner perfectly in accord and
harmony with cosmic law. Already man's material knowledge has
far outstripped the growth of brotherly love and spiritual
understanding in his heart. Therein lies the present danger.
To add to the destructive phase of man's scientific knowledge
is not permitted. We are working now to turn that knowledge to
constructive purposes upon Earth. Also we hope to give men a
deeper knowledge and understanding of their own true nature
and a greater awareness of the evolutionary crisis facing
them. At present we are working along all constructive lines
of human endeavor and especially in the fields of medicine and
healing. Surely you cannot fail to see the tremendous advances
which have been made in this direction within the last few
years. Even greater 'discoveries' are at hand including
success in the fight against cancer. Thus shall we continue to
work with and through men."
I listened to the compassionate
voice, trying to imprint every word on my consciousness. But I
have forgotten much and these words are only a poor attempt to
recall all that I heard. The voice continued speaking:
know your mind is filled with questions. One question in
particular troubles you an it concerns the entity the world
knows as Jesus Christ. May we set your mind at rest. In
allegorical language Christ is indeed the Son of God. The star
that burned over Bethlehem is a cosmic fact. It announced the
birth on your planet of an entity not of Earth's evolution. He
is Lord of the Flame - an infinite entity of the sun. Out of
compassion for mankind's suffering He became flesh and blood
and entered the hell of ignorance, woe and evil. As the Sun
Spirit who sacrificed Himself for the children of woe he has
become a part of the oversoul of mankind and the world spirit.
In this He differs from all other world teachers.
person upon Eart has a spiritual, or unknown, self which
transcends the material world and consciousness and dwells
eternally out of the Time dimension in spiritual perfection
within the unity of the oversoul.
"In the illusion of Time
is written man's choice through free will whereby he set in
motion the cause of error which inevitably resulted in effect,
in which mankind entered mortal consciousness or the living
death of his present existence. Thus was he separated from his
eternal and perfect self. His one purpose upon Earth now is to
attain reunion with is immortal consciousness. When this is
accomplished he is resurrected from the kingdom of death and
becomes his real immortal self made in the image and likeness
of God Your Teacher has told you, God is love, and in these
simple words may be found the secrets of all the mysteries of
Earth and the worlds beyond."
Tears coursed down my cheeks.
Under the spiritual scrutiny of that great, compassionate
consciousness I felt like a crawling worm - unclean, filled
with error and sin. Yes, I say sin, but not in the ordinary
sense men use that word. Rather sin as sin really is. And
basically sin is hypocrisy, falsity, the living lie! It is
looking at your fellow man with a friendly smile upon your
face with treacherous, malicious, or mocking thoughts in your
heart. Sin is any and all deviations from absolute truth,
perfect love, absolute honesty and righteous motives. Thus
actual sin has little to do with Earthly standards of
As these realizations filled my consciousness I wanted
to fling myself down upon the floor and hide my head in shame
for humanity. And of all men I at that moment felt the
lowliest, the least worthy to be where I was. I wondered how
those great beings could love such a one as I or any of
mankind. We with our bloody wars, our intense hatreds, our
cheap, shoddy intolerances, our greed and avarice and our
cruel inhumanity to our fellowmen. I hid my head in my hands
and wept bitter tears for a creature so full of error and
hypocrisy and yet so puffed up with egotistical pride over our
little material knowledge.
At that moment, as in a dream, I
heard the strains of the "Lord's Prayer", played as though by
thousands of violins. As I crouched in the chair fresh tears
poured from my eyes. My heart was filled with humility,
contrition and with gratitude - gratitude that these Great
Ones had even considered our miserable selfish
Above the exquisite strains of melody, the voice
said: "Beloved friend of Earth, we baptize you now in the true
light of the worlds eternal."
A blinding white beam flashed
from the dome of the craft. Momentarily I seemed partially to
lose consciousness. Everything expanded into a great
shimmering white light. I seemed to be projected beyond Time
and Space and was conscious only of light, Light, LIGHT!
Orfeo, Earth, the past were as nothing, a dark dream of a
moment. And that dream unfolded before my eyes in swift
panorama. Every event of my life upon Earth was crystal clear
to me - and then memory of all of my previous lives upon Earth
returned. IN THAT SUBLIME MOMENT I KNEW THE MYSTERY OF LIFE!
Also, I realized with a terrible certainty that we are all -
each one of us - TRAPPED IN ETERNITY and ALLOTTED ONLY ONE
BRIEF AWARENESS AT A TIME!
I am dying, I thought. I have
been through this death before in other earthly lives. This is
death! Only now I am in ETERNITY, WITHOUT BEGINNING AND
WITHOUT END. Then slowly everything resolved into radiant
light, peace and indescribable beauty. Free of all falsity of
mortality I drifted in a timeless sea of bliss.
At last, as
from a vivid dream, I regained consciousness. Dazedly, I
looked about the interior of the craft. Everything was the
same, but it seemed ten thousand years had passed in what must
have been only a few moments. I was half conscious of a
burning sensation on my left side just below the heart, but I
thought nothing of it then.
Ethereal drifts of music were
in the air. Far away, I could feel, more than hear, a pulsing
vibration beneath the floor of the craft. Also, I was again
aware of the gentle push of my body against the cushioned
chair. I realized I was being taken back to Earth.
incredibly short time the wall opened and I saw the familiar
surroundings. Yes, I knew I was home again. But I also
realized a little sadly that Earth could never again really be
my home. In the spiritual evolution of mankind, I had been
expendable in this life. Thus had I passed through death and
attained infinite life.
As I got up from the comfortable
chair, I reached down and picked up the strange, shining bit
of metal and carried it in my hand as I left the craft. In a
kind of daze I walked away from the ship; then curiously
turned to look at it from the outside once more. But it was
gone! I looked up and there it was high in the sky, faintly
visible as a fuzzy luminous bubble. Then suddenly it was not
there at all; but high in the northeastern sky I saw a red,
glowing disk which changed to green and vanished.
down at the round bit of strange metal in my hand. I was
glowing and livid again and appeared almost to be alive as it
quivered in contact with my flesh. Also, it was rapidly
diminishing in size. By the time I had reached home it had
dissipated into nothingness.
As I was undressing to go to
bed, I remembered again the burning sensation I had felt on my
left side while I was undergoing the profound "initiation" in
the saucer. I glanced down and saw what appeared to be a
circular "burn" about the size of a quarter on my left side
directly below my heart. The outer rim of the circle was red,
inflamed and slightly raised as also was a small dot in the
center of the circle - the symbol of the hydrogen atom. I
realized they had impressed that mark upon by body to convince
me beyond all doubt of the reality of my experiences in the
cold light of the coming days.
MEETING WITH NEPTUNE
Following the emotional shock of
that profound and bewildering trip in the saucer, I went about
in a veritable daze for weeks. I continued on the job at
Lockheed and resumed the routine of my daily affairs; but I
was like an automaton - a dweller in two worlds and at home in
neither. It is almost impossible to explain my state of mind
But the great spiritual illumination I had received in the
saucer left me something of a stranger to my own planet,
I longed to tell the world, to blazen out the truths
of my discoveries; yet I knew that for the greater part I must
forever remain silent. Among other glimpses of reality, I
attained the realization that TIME IS NON-EXISTENT. What we
call Time exists only in the physical worlds and is an
illusion of the senses. Also, I know now that our concept of
space is entirely erroneous. But who could I convince of these
and other truths - who would believe me?
But because THEY
had requested that I tell Earthlings of my experiences, I told
many persons about my trip in the flying saucer. Nearly
everyone laughed and ridiculed me. I was the butt of numerous
jokes. Someone was always wise-cracking; Are your saucer pals
going to show up tonight, Orfeo?" Or: "Tell one of the saucers
to land over at the Drive-In theatre, Angie, and then we'll
all believe it!" Such remarks invariably brought forth gales
of laughter at my expense. But I no longer cared - I KNEW, and
that was enough!
As my story got around, several newspapers
printed derisive accounts of "The Saucer Man". It cut deeply
to see the embarrassment and humiliation it all caused my two
sons. They knew people were saying their father was a
"screwball". They didn't want to go to school because their
companions laughed at them. I knew it all hurt Mabel too.
Mabel pleaded with me to forget my experiences. I tried to
explain to her why I had to tell about them, and we had some
bitter misunderstandings on the subject.
I wanted so much
to do something constructive, but I didn't know how to go
about it. I began calling various military and defense
offices. The personnel of several of the smaller ones laughed
openly and passed me off, I know, as a crackpot. But it was
with tremendous relief I found the really important offices
referred me to men who were genuinely interested. They
questioned and cross-questioned me concerning the information
I gave them.
A little later I began giving weekly talks to
small groups of interested people about space visitors. At
first these meetings were held in private homes and then as
the attendance increased we met in the Los Feliz Club
In what little spare time I had I began writing down
my experiences and planned to publish them in a small
newssheet, for I believed I could reach more people that
But as the days and weeks passed following my
fantastic trip in the saucer and nothing more happened, I
began to feel a little uncertain. The constant ridicule and
laughter created even more doubts. My insistence upon the
absolute truth of my experiences finally appeared to be
definitely alienating my friends and even my family. My story
was unbelieved upon Earth and the mysterious visitors were
doing nothing to aid me. I actually began to doubt my own
sanity, to wonder if the bizarre experiences had been an
illusion or hallucination of some sort. And yet an inner
tribunal of Truth assured me that such was not the case for
WITH THEM I HAD SEEN AND KNOWN REALITY - and I could never
On the night of August 2nd I and Mabel were
helping out at the Los Feliz Drive-In theatre snack bar. About
11 o'clock I went outside for a breath of fresh air. Over the
hills to the west I noticed a fuzzy green light apparently
hanging suspended in the sky. I watched it for several
moments, then went inside and called Mabel and seven or eight
others to come out and see it. All of them saw the mysterious
light hanging motionless in the sky over the hill. Unable to
explain it, some of them declared it must be a helicopter
hovering in the air. Others thought it might be a high street
lamp of some sort.
But when after three or four minutes the
"street lamp" climbed slowly and silently into the heavens and
suddenly vanished, no one had much to say. But for some
perverse reason none of them wanted to admit that it was
actually a flying saucer.
As they trouped back into the
cafe laughing about "Orfeo and his flying saucers", a
depressing wave of discouragement passed over me. It was
useless - absolutely useless - to talk to anyone about the
saucers or my experiences. Feeling greatly disheartened and
very much alone, I decided to leave and walk home.
As I cut
across the vacant lots the Hyperion Avenue Freeway Bridge
loomed huge and dark ahead of me. The sky was overcast and the
dense, oblique shadows from the vast concrete structure were
heavier and more eerie than usual. Yet in the shadows of the
dark archways of the bridge I had come to feel a kind of
warmth and welcome, a spiritual communion with a vastly
greater and more kindly world. For it was in the shadows of
the huge bridge that I had come upon the saucer which had
carried me out of this world.
I was thinking of these
things when I suddenly became aware of someone approaching
from out of the darkness. I was startled for I'd never before
met anyone taking the short-cut beneath the bridge so late at
night. I was about to call out a word of greeting when it
dawned upon me that the stranger was coming from the dead end
of the bridge. My first thought was that someone was lying in
wait for me, possibly to rob me. But before I could become
alarmed, I heard the stranger call: "Greetings, Orfeo!"
heart almost stopped beating, for immediately I recognized the
vibrant, beautiful voice of the being who had spoken to me in
I stopped in my tracks, utterly speechless, and
stared at the approaching figure. But then a wave of joy and
gratitude flooded over me, and I finally replied falteringly:
He laughed pleasantly. "I know that
in your mind you have given me a name - I who have remained
nameless to you, " he said gently. "You may call me by that
name, Orfeo - it is as good as any other and has more inner
significance to you than any name I might give
"Neptune..." I spoke the name slowly and reverently.
For it was indeed the name I had given to this great and
mysterious being. Then I added: "At last you have come to give
me strength and faith."
He was near enough then for me to
see that he was several inches taller than I and similar in
outline to a well-built man. But the shadows were so heavy
that I couldn't make out the details of his figure. But just
to be in his presence once more was to sense again a
tremendous uplifting wave of strength, harmony, joy and
old burbank picture
"Come, Orfeo," he said gently, continuing on past
me. "We have many things to discuss tonight."
him as he strode ahead of me through the dense shadows. I
could hear his solid footsteps upon the graveled path which
convinced me beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was no
phantom or illusion.
He led me to a better lighted area
near the bend of Glendale Boulevard
(below) where it goes up and over
the bridge. I was actually trembling in anticipation of my
first actual look at the mysterious visitor from another
When he turned I saw his face, the same wonderful,
expressive countenance I had seen on the luminous screen. I
again noticed especially his extremely large dark and
expressive eyes and nobility and beauty of his features which
actually seemed to radiate warmth and kindliness.
noticed that he was wearing a kind of uniform, bluish in
color, perfectly tailored and tightly fitted to the outlines
of his body. But it was apparently without seams, buttons,
pockets, trimmings or design of any sort. In fact it fitted so
perfectly that it was almost like a part of his body.
as I studied him I became aware of an astonishing phenomenon:
I could see his uniform and figure clearly, but it wavered
occasionally, as though I were viewing it through rippling
water. And the color did not remain solid and uniform, but
varied and changed in spots, which reminded me of an
imperfectly tuned television set. Only his face and hands
remained immobile and stable as though not partially obscured
by a film of rippling water.
Headlights from approaching
automobiles fell upon us from time to time and I remember
wondering what manner of being my companion appeared to be to
those in the passing cars. Did they see him at all? If so, did
he appear as solid and substantial as myself?
forward again, motioning for me to follow him. Without
speaking he led me down the sharp concrete declivity into the
bed of the dry Los Angeles River
(pict.below). There he sat down upon a
large stone and motioned for me to do likewise.
For a time
he was silent and I was acutely conscious of a tremendous
vibrational field about him; a tangible emanation of serenity,
brotherly love, and ineffable joy.
At last he said: "You
sense and understand intuitively many things I cannot say
directly to you, Orfeo. you have just fully realized that we
are not like earthmen in that we function in dimensions
unknown to your world. Earth is a three-dimensional world and
because of this it is preponderantly false. I may tell you
that to the entities of certain other worlds Earth is regarded
as 'the accursed planet', the 'home of the reprobate, fallen
ones'. Others call your Earth 'the home of sorrows'. For
Earth's evolution is evolution through pain, sorrow, sin,
suffering and the illusion of physical death. Believe me, all
evolutions are not similar to Earth's, despite the present
beliefs of your scientists."
As I heard these strange
words, my heart and mind cried out: "But why must it be so?
Why should Earth's people know pain, suffering and
He looked up into the heavens and in the soft light
I saw deep compassion in his face as he said slowly: "The
answer to that question is one of the mysteries of the
illusion of Time. But I can tell you this: such conditions did
not always prevail among the entities who now inhabit Earth.
Once there was another planet in your solar system, the
fairest and most radiant of all the planets. That planet was
the original home of Earthlings. In their native home they
knew no pain, sorrow, suffering, sickness or death. But in the
glory and wonder of their world they grew proud and arrogant.
They made war among themselves and finally turned against the
Great Giver of Life. Ultimately they destroyed their own
planet which today exists only as a sterile and barren ring of
asteroids and debris in the solar system. In order that those
entities might gain understanding, compassion and brotherly
love they were born into the animalistic, material evolution
of a lesser planet, Earth. Suffering, sorrow, frustration and
death became their teacher. Their symbol became the Man-Beast.
Each man must work out his own destiny and salvation. In the
illusion of Time and through repeated births and deaths each
entity slowly and painfully evolves spiritually toward its
former glorified state of divinity. Eventually all the
entities of Earth will again attain their lost heritage. They
will have learned understanding, compassion and true love for
God and their fellows."
I pondered his strange words
thoughtfully, thinking as I did so that what he had said
explained many apparent mysteries about man and his lot upon
Earth. But soon my attention was distracted once more as I saw
the figure of Neptune strangely "waver" again. Suddenly the
question was in my mind: "Was he really there in the truest
physical sense, or was he an immaterial projection into the
physical world from another dimension? Did I see him in his
true form and ordinary state of being, or merely a projected
approximation of a man's appearance?" These strange thoughts
frightened me a little and carried me into too deep
A reassuring smile lighted his face. "Don't be
alarmed, Orfeo. The answer to the troublesome question in your
mind is both yes and no. On Earth form, color, individuality
and the material aspect of things is all-important. In our
world these illusions are of practically no importance at all.
Suffice to say that for you I am an approximation of myself as
I really am. I can't make it any clearer in three-dimensional
I thought about my own troubled fellows of Earth.
Impetuously, I asked: "What about Earth now? On the surface
all seems fairly calm, but I know we are only drifting on
dangerous and treacherous waters. In their hearts many people
are troubled and afraid. There is the ever-constant fear of
the H-bomb and of other horribly destructive weapons being
developed in the laboratories. Also there is the creeping
menace of Communism that is threatening the world, and so many
When Neptune spoke his voice was calm and
dispassionate: "Communism, Earth's present fundamental enemy,
masks beneath its banner the spearhead of the united forces of
evil. Along with good all men have evil in their hearts to a
degree. But some are much more evil than others. Communism is
a necessary evil and now exists upon Earth as do venomous
creatures, famines, blights, tyrannies, cataclysms - all are
negative forces which awaken the positive forces of good in
man and cause them to act. Thus are they combatted, understood
and ultimately their unreality becomes apparent. For evil is
always eventually self-destroyed."
He paused and once more
I noticed his "uniform" darkening and lightening in spots, as
though it were made of restless pale bluish clouds and patches
of moonlight. Then I held my breath as he continued: "Yes, war
will come again to your Earth. We are powerless to prevent it.
Millions in your land will fight to the end for their
cherished ideals and freedom of the human mind, with only a
minimum on their side for victory. The hour of travail which
in future history shall be known as 'The Great Accident' is
nearer than any man dreams. And already the clouds of war are
on the horizon, dark and ominous; but overhead beams the
rainbow, infinite and eternal. Mankind will survive Armageddon
and awake to a new more glorious day of fellowship and honest
brotherly love. In the dawning great New Age of Earth all will
forget their bitter hurts and build constructively together
upon the solid foundation of the Brotherhood of Man."
stopped speaking and turned his radiant eyes full upon me. In
the half-light his countenance was truly
"There is not much more I can tell you now,
Orfeo," he said. "Since the first publicized modern sighting
of our disks in the year 1947, thousands upon Earth have come
to believe in us. Many have actually seen our disks. Some have
seen us clairvoyantly. Others have communicated with us
clairaudiently. Still others recognize the truth of our
existence and greater scope of our being, through intuitive
But as far as official proof of ourselves, for
which so many clamor, we cannot offer that. Official proof of
the existence of our disks will come. But for us to attempt
physically to contact mankind through any so-called
authoritative source would be only useless and possibly
disastrous for them. Nearly all three-dimensional beings have
no concept of, nor could they possibly understand,
extra-dimensional beings. Tonight in visiting you I have
broken a code - the code of 'hands off', as regards any
interference in the affairs of Earth. Active cosmic law will
see the necessary amends made.
He looked at me; his strange
eyes suddenly saddened. For a moment I had the uncanny feeling
that in his greater vision I appeared to him only as a
fleeting, insubstantial shadow, utterly without reality as he
knew it. In that revealing instant I knew that we of Earth are
as far removed from their nature as Earth is from the
After a while he said: "I would shake your hand in
token of our momentous meeting here tonight. But I cannot. I
have gone too far already. For my transgression we must now
recede an equal degree from you. The immutable law of cause
and effect upon Earth will govern accordingly. As a result,
but few will believe or even hear your account of our meeting.
In the over-all picture your story will in no way change
conditions upon Earth. Neither will any actual Earthly event
be either hastened or retarded because of our meeting. At most
your story will give only greater faith and inner conviction
to the few - but it is an important few! The ways of God are
immutable and apparent only to those who have spiritual
discernment. In the illusion of Time all things will be
fulfilled in their proper hour."
I found that I was
trembling and my nerves fairly quivering. Whether from sheer
emotion or actually from being within the vibratory range of
Neptune, I don't know. I longed to thank him, to express the
great feeling of gratitude in my heart; but I didn't know
quite how. I said: "From the bottom of my heart I thank you,
Neptune. I pledge my very life to you and the beings of your
world, that greater understandings may come to
"We know you will not fail us, Orfeo," he
replied. "No other contact may be made at this time. But have
no further doubts about the reality of your experiences. The
road is open now; walk it as you will. Your failure will be my
own. But I smile upon you for the increased numbers who will
come to know us in a truer aspect and to believe in us because
of you. Strength and encouragement will be given to the
millions who will rise courageously to meet the fiery trials
ahead. I tell you this: the 'Great Accident' is very close and
the fury of the next war will break when it is least expected;
when men are talking of peace. I cannot say more."
these prophetic words, Neptune extended his hand to me. But
recalling his words, I did not grasp it.
He smiled and his
face actually seemed to radiate light. "Orfeo, my brother!" he
said with genuine affection. "For my sake you refused to break
the code. My trust is forever in you, Orfeo. In your simple
action you have cleansed me from my contact with this
He paused; then added: "Soon we shall recede from
Earth, Orfeo - and yet in reality we shall never be far away.
Later, we shall return, but not to you, beloved friend. You
will understand the meanings of these words later on."
I made no reply, he said: "I'm thirsty, Orfeo. Perhaps you
know where we might get a drink of water?"
sir," I answered eagerly, getting quickly to my feet. I
remembered a small nearby store that remained open all night.
"Please wait here; I'll be right back." I left him and
clambered up the embankment.
As I hurried toward the store,
I turned and looked back at the Hyperion Bridge. Beneath the
high center arch I made out the hazy outline of a kind of
ghostly "igloo" which I immediately recognized as a saucer
similar to the one in which I had ridden.
At the store I
bought two bottles of lemon soda and hastened back. But as I
approached I was disappointed to see that the ghostly saucer
was no longer beneath the arch of the bridge. Quickening my
pace, I almost ran to the spot where I had left Neptune; but
he was no longer there. I wasn't too surprised for I'd had a
premonition he wouldn't be there when I returned.
the sodas away and sank down upon the ground. The place was
appallingly desolate without him. I felt so acutely alone, so
helpless and deserted - like a child left alone in a dark room
when the light is suddenly extinguished. I looked upward and
my eyes hopefully searched the skies. High in the western
heavens I saw a soft, fuzzy green light which hung for a
moment, then shot away and vanished.
"Farewell, Neptune," I
said softly as I felt my eyes grow moist. "I know now Earth is
not yet ready for a meeting with the beings from your world.
But in the dawning of Earth's great New Age, that day will
come, friend. When we have learned the meaning of true
brotherly love; when we have overcome to a greater degree the
evil inherent in our selfish hearts, then perhaps we will be
worthy to meet the infinitely wiser and gentler brothers of
your world. In those days your fellows will visit us openly
and joyfully. No longer will Earth be 'the accursed planet -
home of sorrows'."
"WE CAN APPEAR AND
FUNCTION AS EARTHMEN, ORFEO!"
At first I told no one
of my strange meeting with Neptune, for I knew only too well
that my new story would meet with even greater disbelief and
ridicule. But I immediately set to work writing down my
further experiences. I had already placed my first experiences
with the saucers in manuscript form and planned to publish it
as the first edition of a small personal newspaper, The
Twentieth Century Times; but I had experienced difficulty in
finding a publisher. Now I was glad the paper was not yet in
print, for I could include my most recent experience with
I worked hard on the manuscript in my spare
time. But the emotional and physical strain I was under began
to tell on my health and I felt the return of many of my old
symptoms of extreme weakness and fatigue. In October of 1952 I
applied for a leave of absence from my job at Lockheed. This
was granted and by an odd coincidence the first day of my
leave started on the day the first strike in the history of
Lockheed was called. I had the feeling that I had been saved
from additional nervous stress and strain. Fortunately, the
strike ended well and work resumed at the plant within a few
With time off from work, I was soon able to
complete the manuscript. Also, with the additional rest, my
health rapidly improved so that I was strong enough to return
to work within a month.
The fellows at the plant knew
of my interest in the saucers and many of them also knew of my
first two experiences. I was in for a lot of ribbing from
them. But on the whole it was good natured, friendly ribbing
so I didn't mind. Several of those with whom I worked most
closely frequently asked me for some kind of proof of the
reality of my experiences. I told them of the shiny piece of
strange metal I had picked up on the floor of the craft and
explained how within a matter of minutes it disintegrated into
nothingness. Also I told them of the burn I had received
during my "initiation" in the saucer which had resulted in a
mark on the left side of my chest. Some of them looked at the
mark in the form of the symbol of the hydrogen atom. But these
things were not sufficient proof for them.
One night at
work several of them had been kidding me about my experiences.
Al Sarradar quipped: "Just what kinda liquor you drinkin',
Angie, that sends you outa this world?" Walter Seveicki chimed
in: "Yeah, tell us so we can take a ride in a saucer
We had just rolled out a heavy die. Al and I were
removing the finished radome from it when suddenly there was a
loud crackling sound as though a wooden plank had snapped. At
the same instant I felt a shock in my right hand and a
stinging sensation in my index finger.
The boys were
startled. Al yelled: "What happened, Angie?"
reply, but held out my index finger for all of them to see.
Five of them watched as a round welt appeared on my finger.
The welt was not red like a burn, but appeared gray. It was
about the size of a dime, a perfectly round circle with a dark
dot in the center - again the symbol of the hydrogen
Somebody said something about static electricity,
but all of them were deeply puzzled, or nothing like that had
ever happened before. Al advised me to get medical attention
at the plant hospital. I told him it would not be necessary;
there was no pain whatsoever.l I reminded him that the same
thing had happened to me in the saucer when I had received a
considerably larger similar mark on my left side below the
They laughed at my explanation and refused to
believe that extra-terrestrials had anything to do with the
sudden unaccountable phenomenon which had produced the strange
mark on my finger. Yet they were mystified and today any one
of them will testify to the authenticity of the experience.
The odd mark remained on my index finger for some months as a
constant reminder of the proximity of unseen
The latter part of October Mabe made a trip
back to New Jersey to visit our folks. When she returned
several weeks later my mother and father accompanied her, as
they wanted to spend a month or two in California. Mabel wired
me to meet them at the Greyhound bus depot.
I was eager
to see Mabel again and looking forward to a reunion with my
Dad and Mother. I drove downtown the night they were to
arrive, as thrilled as a kid. It was around six o'clock and
the streets heavy with traffic Parking my car, I walked toward
the bus terminal. It too was bustling with activity. In all of
the excitement, flying saucers and space visitors were the
farthest things from my mind. But as I entered the front door
of the bus terminal I stopped in my tracks and stared, unable
to believe my eyes. Directly in front of me and facing the
newstand was a familiar face. I knew I couldn't be mistaken -
it was Neptune!
He glanced up and his dark eyes told me
that he was expecting me. He was dressed in an ordinary dark
business suit and carried a brief case under his arm. A dark
blue felt hat with snap brim shaded his eyes. And he appeared
as real as any person in the depot! After the sudden shock of
surprise I started forward to greet him, but a strong
telepathic command stopped me. I stood hesitant looking at
him.. He stood up, facing me and I could not help noticing how
tall, extremety handsome and distinguished he appeared in the
hurrying throngs of people. He was not smiling; in fact, his
face was almost stern as though he might be angry. I wondered
what I had done wrong. I completely forgot Mabel and the folks
waiting for me.
His intent gaze never left me. Stalling
for time I walked over to the newsstand and picked up a
magazine and thumbed through it. I had received the definite
telepathic impression not to approach him; thus I waited for
him to speak to me. But he did not. Staring blankly at a page
in the magazine I waited for further telepathic communication.
It came! The gist of the message was: "The last time you saw
me, Orfeo, I was in a less objectified projection in your
three-dimensional world. The purpose being to give you some
idea of our true aspect. But now tonight you see me fully
objectified. If you did not know who I am, you could not tell
me from one of your fellows. Tonight I am no half-phantom, but
can move among men as an Earthman. It is not necessary for you
to speak to me; you have gained the understanding. You know
now that we can appear and function as human beings."
looked gratefully into his eyes and as in my previous
encounter with him, I felt again a unity of being as though I
were momentarily released from the bonds of
Just then Mabel and the folks spied me.
As in a dream I heard them call to me as they came rushing
over to me. Like an automaton I kissed Mabel and hugged Mom
and Pop. All the while they were talking and holding my hands.
I was going through the motions of greeting them, but I was
still so stunned that I scarcely knew what was happening.
Together we all walked toward the exit and I noticed
that Neptune was following a short distance behind us. When we
reached the door I was about to open it when Neptune reached
out and pushed it open for us. I was more astounded than ever,
for it meant that he could function in the physical world as
easily as any Earthling.
Outside he walked a few places
to the left and stopped. There he opened his briefcase and
removed a pack of cigarettes. He removed a cigarette from the
pack and put the package back in the briefcase. Then without
lighting the cigarette he tossed it into the gutter.
was smoking a cigarette too. Following Neptune's action, I
tossed my cigarette away. Mabel noticed my preoccupation and
odd behavior. She looked at Neptune and then at me and asked:
"Who is that man and why is he staring at us so
I didn't reply to her question as I was too
confused to get involved in explanations. I said: "Come on
Mae, let's get the suitcases into the car."
something was wrong and I was aware of the three faces
studying me with perplexity. I made fumbling excuses for my
odd behavior. But on the drive home I was able to begin to
snap out of it and to show them the warm welcome I felt in my
THE PAST IS NEVER
Christmas holidays arrived with their gay, festive spirit and
usual bustling excitement. By then things had settled back to
normal and I had experienced no further contacts. Flying
saucers seemed to have vanished from the skies; practically no
accounts of sightings appeared in the newspapers. Although I
had completed the manuscript for The Twentieth Century Times,
I couldn't get up the courage to have it
Mabel kept saying: "Orfie, if you publish
that, people will think you are completely crazy. Why don't
you just forget it! Nothing good can ever come of it.
Everything is going along so smoothly now; we're both working
and the boys are happy - let's just leave it that
"But, Mae..." I'd remonstrate. "Don't you understand;
these things really happened to me! It is my duty to tell what
"And just what thanks will you get for it? Do you
want to be ridiculed, laughed at and considered a crackpot or
a psycho? Think back! Remember how everybody talked when you
first told that wild story about a trip in a flying saucer.
What did it get you but ridicule! Even if it did happen,
Orfie, forget it! Just forget the whole thing for your
family's sake. Let's be happy and enjoy life."
although I felt I was betraying Neptune, I let things drift
and made no effort to get my story published. In fact on New
Year's Day, 1953 our lives were going along so smoothly and
pleasantly that I had decided to forget it all insofar as the
world was concerned and let those incredible experiences
become a part of the dead past of 1952.
But the events of
1952 would not rest. During the latter part of January, 1953
the front pages of the newspapers were carrying sensational
new saucer stories. The Air Force released reports that flying
disks and strange clusters of lights were numerous over Korea.
F-94 Starfires had encountered several of the saucers and one
of their pilots had gotten a radar magnetic lock on one of
them. Northern Japan too had many sightings.
made me restless. At night I frequently went outside and
scanned the heavens. Frequently I saw the disks overhead as
roving lights. Any casual observer would not give a second
glance, but simply pass the lights off as ordinary airplane
lights. And since our apartment was close to several large
airports, there were usually airplanes visible at all times. I
should never have been able to distinguish saucer lights from
those of aircraft were it not for the peculiar sensitivity of
my nervous system to the electro-magnetic effect of the
Then I began to be ashamed of myself for having
failed so completely the trust that Neptune had placed in me.
He had said: "The road will open, Orfeo; travel it as you will."
I realized that thus far I had refused to travel the
road and except for the few talks I had made to small groups I
had done nothing to help people understand the strange
visitors. More and more every day I realized how selfish I was
in thinking first of my family and myself. Finally I knew
there was no alternative for me. Come what may, I had to go
ahead with publication of the facts of my experiences. It was
the only constructive thing I could think of to do.
discussing the matter any further with Mabel, I took the
manuscript for The Twentieth Century Times to several local
publishers. None of them were encouraging. Far from it! The
first one I approached was highly amused and a little
contemptuous as he said: "You'd better send this thing to a
science-fiction mag, old boy, unless you want to land in a
The next publisher I tried told me how
rambling and incoherently the thing was written. "You forget
I'm not a writer," I replied. "I've done the best I can and
all of the facts are there."
He laughed. "You say the facts
are here - but are they? You start off by saying these
experiences are true and yet before the narrative is completed
you have inferred several times that they could be imaginary.
In fact, right here on the front page you make the statement:
"This story is either a yarn or it is real!" What kind of
facts are those? And how can you expect people to accept the
paper as actual fact?"
"I've thought of all that," I
replied. "Frankly, it was my idea to break the news gently. In
other words, to let the readers feel uncertain at first as to
the absolute authenticity of the facts. To tell this entire
thing at first as fact is too much of a shock for an unstable
world. As you yourself say, I might be hustled off to a mental
institution. Let the truth of what I have to say develop
After considerably more talk along these same
lines, he agreed to publish it, but only as I would permit him
to edit it and delete major portions of the story. I flatly
refused and he in turn refused to have anything to do with
publication of the manuscript.
And so it went. I tried
publisher after publisher with the same discouraging results.
At last, however, I found a small publishing house that was
willing to print the piece word for word as written if I would
pay all publishing costs and take all of the papers myself. I
agreed to do this. But as we parted he shook his head and
said: "Pardon me for saying this, Mr. Angelucci, but I
honestly think you are making a grave mistake. Not only are
you throwing your money away, but you are liable to make
yourself a public laughing stock."
"I'll have to risk all
that," I answered. "There is no alternative for me; I must
publish that paper."
Thus on February 19, 1953, the one and
only issue of The Twentieth Century Times came off the press,
an eight-page, tabloid-type newspaper which carried word for
word an account of all my experiences I felt it was wise for
me to release. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I saw the
paper, for I felt that I had satisfied a debt.
walked into our apartment with an armful of the papers Mabel
took one horrified look at one of the sheets and sank down in
a chair. "Oh Orfie, you didn't do it! You didn't! This thing
is dynamite. It can wreck us. Wreck your job, my job and the
boys' schooling. This can finish everything we've built up
"I'm sorry, Mae," I replied doggedly. "Believe me,
there is no other way out for me. I've got to live with
myself; so I had to do it. I hope you'll try to
But I knew Mae didn't understand. And as
copies of the paper got around, many of her predicted
reactions occurred. People began ridiculing me outright and
several papers published sarcastic news items about me and my
experiences, subtly inferring that I "wasn't all there".
Believe me, it wasn't easy to bear, and especially did I
suffer for my family. The boys were ribbed unmercifully at
school and at her job at the snack bar, Mabel was the constant
target for the sharp barbs of wit aimed at me.
response was not entirely negative. Some persons became
genuinely interested. About that time I resumed my weekly
talks at the Club House and thus I was able to distribute the
papers at the meetings. As more and more persons became
interested and ceased to take my Twentieth Century Times as a
joke, I began to feel that all might not be lost. And more
important, I could face my reflection in the mirror again,
happy in the thought that I had not entirely failed the space
Not long after my publication of the paper a
new aspect of my experiences with the saucers developed. On
the afternoon of March 3, 1953 I was sitting alone in the
kitchen, reading. I was dully aware of the steady drone of an
airplane which continued for some time. The sound apparently
was coming form the west. Gradually it dawned upon me that the
sound was too steady and too unwavering for an ordinary
Curiously, I got up and looked out the door.
Coming from the north I saw what appeared to be an ordinary
small aluminum airplane. From where I was standing in the
doorway there was nothing unusual in the sound of the craft as
it assumed the normal crescendo of direct approach. I stepped
out of doors and watched it fly directly overhead until it was
fairly in the face of the sun - when suddenly and astoundingly
the plane was no longer there! Just as mysteriously the sound
of its motor ceased abruptly too. I never saw the plane again.
Confused, I went back into the house. Obviously the craft was
not a flying disk, but a conventional type aircraft, for I had
not experienced any of the unpleasant physical symptoms that a
flying disk invariably produces in my body.
Four days later
about five o'clock in the afternoon I was accompanying Jane
Vanderlick, a neighbor who is employed at the Los Feliz
Theatre cafe. We were walking to the cafe where Jane was going
to open it half an hour early that day. We were laughing and
talking when Jane noticed an airplane nearby in the sky,
flying south. It seemed just an ordinary airplane of the most
common type: "Maybe that's a flying saucer, Orfeo!"
thought she was kidding me and replied: "Not you too,
But her eyes were serious. "I mean it, Orfeo.
There's something peculiar about that airplane."
first time I scrutinized the craft carefully. After a moment I
had to admit there was something unusual about it. It appeared
extremely dull and flat-surfaced and did not reflect any of
the rays of the setting sun as it ordinarily should have
While we were both staring at it the airplane
suddenly vanished right before our eyes in a clear and
cloudless sky! The sound of its motor ceased just as abruptly.
Both of us stood in our tracks. Jane stared at me. "What
happened to that airplane, Orfeo?"
I shook my head and then
replied slowly: "I wasn't going to mention it to anyone, Jane,
but I saw the same thing happen four days ago. I don't know
what it means!"
We stood there for some minutes our eyes
vainly searching the skies for some trace of the vanished
plane. I requested Jane to remember every detail of the
strange incident. She promised that she would. If you ask her
about it today, she will verify the experience just as I have
related it to you.
Several days later I was with a group of
employees sitting around the Lockheed Plant. It was about five
minutes before four in the afternoon. We were waiting for the
shifts to change preparatory to going on duty. My good friend,
but most confirmed skeptic, Richard Butterfield, was with us.
While we were talkingidly, an apparently ordinary two-engine
airplane came into view over the hills.
attention was attracted to the craft. He arose from the bench
and stared up at it as though he was spellbound. His behavior
reminded me immediately of Jane Vanderlick's actions a few
days previously. Her eyes had been attracted to that
particular plane just as Butterfield's eyes were now drawn to
this one. Yet neither of the planes had any effect upon me.
The crowd all noticed Butterfield's deep absorption in the
small plane. Some of them started laughing and began ribbing
him. I remember someone shouting: "Look! He ain't never seen
an airplane before!" But Butterfield paid no attention.
Finally, almost as though talking to himself, he said: "What
Several voices helpfully jibed in with
wise-cracks about his being sorely in need of an optician's
advice. One fellow remarked scathingly: "Any dope can see it's
nothing but an ordinary two-engine airplane."
I didn't say
anything, for I had noticed by then how flat-toned the craft
was and how it failed to reflect the rays of the afternoon
Suddenly there was an instantaneous flash that
appeared to envelope the plane. Wen the flash was over there
was no sign of a plane to be seen anywhere in the sky. The
droning of its motors too had ceased. Many of the group had
seen the phenomenon. They were startled and confused and
everyone started talking at once trying to explain just what
had happened. Others continued to stare into the skies
searching for the vanished plane.
brushed his hand across his eyes. It seemed difficult for him
to come back to the norm of this world. He didn't say much,
but for a long time after we had gone on the job he appeared
to be in deep thought. I didn't volunteer any explanations,
for the sudden disappearance of the plane in a brilliant flash
was a new development for me. I kept mulling it over in my
mind as well as the two previous experiences in which I had
seen airplanes simply disappear into thin air. But I didn't
give the incidents too much thought as I had more than enough
to do to try and unscramble the puzzle of my previous
experiences with the extraterrestrials without adding more
Within a week most of those who had seen the
plane disappear had either forgotten the incident or had
figured out some explanation that satisfied them. I saw then
that the human mind does not want to believe anything it
cannot understand; it will rationalize to any extent rather
than face the unknown.
As the weeks passed I continued to
be ribbed more and more. Some of my fellow workers were even
inferring that I was lying just for cheap publicity. I would
joyfully have dropped the whole thing like a red-hot coal, if
I had not had the deep sense of loyalty and responsibility to
those Greater Beings that neither I nor my fellows could begin
As the situation became more unpleasant at
the plant, I finally decided to turn in my notice; for by then
my experiences were fairly well-known throughout Southern
California and thus I was in for constant ridicule. I knew I'd
either have to shut up about space visitors or else quit my
job. I decided on the latter.
My last three weeks at work
were rather memorable. On August 14th Ernie Oxford and I were
working on an airplane part outside the building. He, like all
of the others when they got me alone, was harping on the space
visitors and my "wild story in that Twentieth Century Times."
He was contentiously declaring that neither he or his girl
friend could swallow such a story.
I told him that it was
his right to believe only what he wished to believe. Then I
suggested that we forget the subject and concentrate on the
job we had to do. But Ernie couldn't be stopped. He kept on
telling me what a big mistake I was making.
While he was
berating me, I looked toward the Burbank mountains (pictures) and there
directly over a ridge top was a flying saucer. I touched Ernie
on the shoulder and pointed to the saucer. He dropped his
tools and stared. Don Quinn, working nearby, saw us gazing
into the sky and came running over.
While we were watching
the thing it appeared suddenly to "flip" and vanished. Ernie
kept asking: "Where did it go?" And after that experience he
was quiet for a while. Then he began talking about the saucers
and nothing else. He still didn't believe my story, but he
knew he had actually seen a saucer.
Friday, August 21st, at
9:15 in the evening, the entire shift was hard at work. My
mind was preoccupied and I was busy on an airplane part.
Suddenly a tremor passed over me. I knew it could mean only
one thing. I put down my tools and walked to the huge door,
which was open only about a foot. As I looked out into the
night I saw a light in the skies which appeared to be
approaching the plant. While I watched, the light stopped in
mid-air and changed from amber to red. There was no doubt in
my mind about what it was.
I called to some of the fellows
in the plant and beckoned them to join me. A number of them
hurried over and we pushed open the door and went outside. All
who came were rewarded. Every one of the men saw the red disk
hanging overhead in the sky. While they were staring I glanced
at their faces and I was deeply impressed with what I saw.
Momentarily, they were like changed men. Wonder, awe, and
belief were in their faces. Thus I was struck with the
realization of what the mere sight of a single disk can do to
the thinking of a number of persons.
While I was watching
their reactions, they all turned suddenly and looked
questioningly at me. I glanced up into the sky to see that the
disk had vanished and only the moon and the stars were
overhead. I asked where the disk had gone and all of them
started to tell me.
From the many explanations I learned
that the saucer had appeared to move until it was directly
below the moon where it began to ascend. As it ascended it
changed in color from red to amber and then to the silvery
color of the moon. As it climbed higher its color became
indistinguishable from the moon so that they could not tell
what actually happened to it. But it had vanished. All of that
had happened while I was watching their faces.
back in to work and all of the men were quiet and thoughtful.
At the ten minute break I told them that on the following
night at the second break I was going to ask each one of them
to tell his story of what he had seen.
Every man told
precisely the same story. In all there were twelve men. I
failed somehow to get the names of two of the fellows but here
are the names of the other nine: Dave Donegan, Al Durand, Dave
Remick, Michael Gallegos, Richard Becker, Richard McGinley,
Bruce Bryan, Ernie Oxford and Louis Pasko. Every one of these
men will affirm the details of this sighting. The phenomenon
did not happen fast; they all had plenty of time to observe
and impress details on their minds.
All of them believed
they had seen a flying saucer.
Hence, I was enabled to leave
my job with much of the stigma of untruth taken from the
account of my experiences I had printed in all good faith in
my Twentieth Century Times.
Among those twelve men there
are two who are still deeply perplexed. They are Ernie Oxford
and Michael Gallegos, for they had seen me drop my tools and
go to the door as though beckoned by an unseen force. They
said I behaved as though I were under a spell. Both of them
started involuntarily to follow me, but on second thought
remained on the job until I called them to come out.
of them insist that I must have received a message of some
kind from the disk. When I told them that it was only a
physical reaction and a deep intuitive feeling that space
visitors were near, they believed i was holding something back
from them. For they said that for a moment they too had felt
something indescribable. With that I agree fully and I was
happy that I was no longer alone.
Friday, Aigist 28th was
my last work night at Lockheed. I was outside working on an
airplane part. That night Don Quinn was my partner. He was
among those most skeptical of my saucer experiences and like
the others he always insisted upon talking about them when we
were together. He was telling me what a big mistake I was
making in giving up my job and getting myself generally
ridiculed. But I was used to such talk, and let him talk on. I
glanced up into the sky and saw a silvery disk moving
southeastward along the mountain rim. I immediately called
Don's attention to it. He dropped his tools and stared and
immediately began demanding to know what it was. "Why does it
behave that way?" "How cna it hang in the air like that?" I
didn't reply to any of his questions.
Suddenly, it too just
disappeared. Poor Don stared at me incredulous and bewildered.
He admitted its flight characteristics were like nothing he
had ever seen or heard of; yet he would not fully go along
with the flying saucer explanation. Actually, he could not
quite believe his own eyes. Thus seeing is not always
believing. For I have seen other persons actually see a saucer
and refuse to believe the evidence of their own sight.
was during August that many of the strange events included in
this chapter occurred. I was also in August that a revealing
press release came through International News Service which
recalled to my mind those cases of the airplanes which
mysteriously vanished in thin air.
The news item
PLANES SEEN OVER ARCTIC
Washington, Aug. 1
(INS). An Air Force spokesman disclosed today that roughly
twelve unidentified airplanes have penetrated the U.S. defense
perimeter in the Arctic within the last year.
said that the "invaders" were not identified as Russian so no
protests could be made to Soviet authorities.
Some of the
planes were tracked on radarscopes while others were seen to
give off white vapor streaks. But before U.S. fighter pilots
could give chase, they would myssteriously disappear out of
radar range, the spokesman said.
He asserted that the
"raiders" crossed the edge of the U.S. radar perimeter in
Greenland and Alaska, but added they also flew elsewhere over
the North American continent.
The Air Force has given
pilots strict orders not to fire upon any unidentified plane
unless a "hostile" act has been committed or is about to be,
such as a bomber flying over U.S. territory with its bombbay
Could it be that those mysterious
"disappearing airplanes" I had seen had penetrated the U.S.
defense perimeter in the Arctic?
On the following day a
counter-release came through International News Service. This
counter-release negated all of the information given out in
the first release.
These contradictory reports followed an
already definitely established pattern. fficial news releases
of a mystifying nature concerning the saucers are invariably
followed up by counter releases or actual retractions of
As irritating and confusing as such
contradictory reports are to the public, nevertheless this
method of handling UFO information by the authorities is best
for everyone concerned. For with a little thought, it is clear
that such mystifying news stories without an official damper
placed upon them immediately, might easily flare up into a
nationwideonflagration of panic and hysteria. Official
headquarters would be snowed under with avalanches of
telegrams, letters, phone calls and personal inquiries. Thus
only further confusion would result.
The story of the
extra-terrestrials is one that no one can or will ever beable
to finish with any degree of finality. It is my sincere
personal belief that the Air Force and other responsible
offices have responded to and handled the problems of space
visitors precisely as sthose visitors have anticipated and
desired them to do. As more and more thinking persons realize
this significant fact, we will be prepared for greater
revelations to come.
Perhaps it would be well to state here
that in the cases of disappearing aircraft I do not believe
the ships dematerialize or dissolve into nothingness, as it
would appear. Being composed primarily of a crystalline
substance the ships may give the illusion of complete
transparency or, if so controlled, they can be rendered
entirely opaque. Thus, also, they can manifest any color or
combination of colors, depending upon the energy employed and
its control on the molecular substance of the crystal body.
It is no problem for the crystal disks to project visual
images of ordinary aircraft and similarly to produce the
auditory vibrations of aircraft engines. These projections may
be easily picked up on a radar screen.
FLYING SAUCER CONVENTION IN HOLLYWOOD
those last days I was at Lockheed I thought often of Neptune's
cryptic words: "The road will open, Orfeo; walk it as you
will," And later when he said: "I smile upon you, Orfeo, for
your greatly enhanced numbers."
Then his last prophetic
words, "Strength and courage will be given to the millions who
will rise and meet the great battles ahead with only a faint
hope on their side for victory."
It was true, I thought;
the road was beginning to open. New understandings and an ever
increasing awareness were coming to me as time passed. Also,
as more and more people learned of my experiences many began
to phone, write, or visit at our home, wishing to know more
about the space visitors. We continued the regular meetings at
the Los Felix Club House, but as the crowds increased, the
Club House was know longer large enough to accommodate
everyone. It was then that Max Miller, President of the Flying
Saucers International, an organizational devoted to the study
of flying saucer phenomena, and Jerome Criswell, the
well-known columnist and television Man of Prophecy, suggested
that we rent the music room in the famous old Hollywood Hotel
for our weekly meetings.
Thus we had been meeting their for
several months every Sunday or afternoon. Opinions were
exchanged and lectures on saucer phenomena were presented to
Paradoxically enough, as the
general public's interest in the saucers increased, the press,
radio, television and other news media suddenly and
inexplicably dropped flying saucers from the news. Even the
second-rate science fiction writers banished the word from
their lexicon of horrors. Thus the public was left to grope
for itself. And surprisingly enough the way was thus cleared
for those individuals who had experienced actual contacts with
the extraterrestrials to work freely without obstruction of
erroneous "slanting" by official reporting.
Frank Scully and Donald Keyhoe were familiar names among
persons interested in the saucers. These men, along with fate
magazine and Ray Palmer, had been making every effort to
awaken the public to the awesome fact that our world might
well be under observation by beings from another planet. But
now several unknown men were speaking up and declaring that
they had actually had contact with the saucers and space
visitors. Among those were George Van Tassel, Truman Betherum,
George Adamski, George Williamson and Alfred Bailey. Those few
newspapers which ran stories on these men did so with the
Sunday afternoons I was speaking to
groups at the Hollywood Hotel. I knew that my audience waited
patiently for clear, concise, accounts of my experiences with
extraterrestrials. But they were often disappointed.
Frequently when I stepped upon the platform to speak a strange
transition came over me. It was as though another personality
overshadowed me; someone who knew all the answers. But the
answers were not in my familiar English or Italian, but in an
unfamiliar, half-remembered tongue. I would struggle to
translate the ideas into English and end up by failing to be
clear and direct. Thus with the understanding of the universe
almost within my grasp, I was often helpless to reveal any
part of it.
Nevertheless less, even with my many failures
to be concise and direct, the meetings gained momentum with
increasing numbers in the audience.
It was then that Max
Miller conceived the idea of a Flying Saucer Convention. It
sounded like a tremendous idea to me. With the help of several
other persons we enthusiastically began to formulate plans. It
was decide that we should hold the convention at the Hollywood
Hotel where there was plenty of room in the lobby to
accommodate a large audience.
Various exhibits of saucer
photographs, space ship models, books, magazines and pamphlets
on the saucers were set up around the lobby and many circulars
were mailed out announcing the event. Also invitations to
speak at the convention were mailed to all persons who had
been most helpful in revealing and disseminating information
about the saucers and extraterrestrials.
But response to
the invitations was very poor. Less than a week before the
convention was to open it appeared that none of the speakers
that we had counted upon would be present. Max was greatly
worried. "It looks like we're sunk, Orfeo," he exclaimed
dejectedly. "This thing is going to be the prize flop of any
and all conventions."
But as I looked at him, the
conviction was suddenly strongly in my mind that everything
would come off well. I replied: "Don't worry, Max. It's going
to come off much better than we ever dreamed it would."
prediction proved entirely correct. Everyone of the speakers
whom we had invited showed up for the convention, and some
others besides. Among the invited speakers were Frank scully,
Arthur Luis Joquel II, George Van Tassel, George Adamski,
Truman Betherum, John Otto from Chicago, Harding Walsh and a
mysterious Dr. "X" who spoke long and eloquently on the
saucers. He left immediately after speaking and no one ever
knew who he really was or where he came from, although many
inquired; for he had some startling things to say.
to a man the speakers said they had received an irresistible
urge to attend on Friday (two days before the opening of the
convention). Could it be that the space visitors had been at
work in their subtle way?
At any rate the convention was a
tremendous success. For three days and nights the crowds
overflowed the Hollywood Hotel out onto the lawns and adjacent
Hollywood Boulevard. In fact the response was so tremendous
that on the second morning I requested Max to stop all
publicity on the convention. Some of the larger Los Angeles
newspapers covered the convention. But all news stories were
of the tongue-in-cheek type. A few of the smaller, more rabid
papers tried to "expose" it as nothing but a promotional
The convention was a hectic one. I
was busy night and day and carried on practically without
sleep. When I wasn't speaking, people were surrounding me and
bombarding me with endless questions. Many were speaking at
the weekly meetings and the three nerve-wracking days of the
convention, I never once lost my temper. A power beyond my own
consciousness or control carried me through. In trying moments
of heckling or confusion an upsurgence of peace and calm would
pick me up and give me strength equal to the occasion.
However, on the last night of the convention, the
power that was sustaining me suddenly failed and I lost my
temper for the first time. A lone women who had been
especially persistent in seeking me out and cornering me to
revile me and hurl quotes of scripture at me was responsible
for the outburst. She knew I was wrong and she was right. And
she had books, diagrams and bible verses to prove it. When at
last I literally blew my top she joyfully picked up her data
and departed shouting that my temper proved I was an agent of
the devil. Within an hour I lost my temper several times
The most trying experience of the convention
occurred when a large group of materialists were literally
"giving me the works" in a stubborn, derisive effort to "get
to the bottom of my story" and ferret out obvious flaws from a
"from a common-sense viewpoint.
honest persons who are willing to investigate the event of
space visitors never resort to such sneering interrogations.
They ask honest, sincere questions on points they fully do not
understand. But they have an honest desire to know, not to
discredit, to sneer and to disparage.
This particular group
had their minds set upon "exposing" me. Their methods,
although entirely on a mental plane, would make the medieval
inquisitions seem innocuous. Like little demons they parroted
elementary physics and could see practical, intelligent action
only behind the Iron Curtain. They knew that I was a cheap
publicity seeker who did not hesitate to lie about space
visitors or anything else to further my own ends. No words of
explanation could possibly prove anything to them they did not
wish to believe.
I had undergone just as bitter and
insinuating criticism before, but I was exceptionally tired
that last night. I felt almost though I were melting away
before venomous onslaught, collapsing at the seams, as it
were, and suddenly I felt very, very human and down to earth.
I was on the verge of exploding in anger again when a kind of
veil was drawn over my conscious mind. The gesticulating
figures before me faded to babbling, inconsequential shadows.
As they continued their violent attacks, my
thoughts drifted calmly back to a scene of a few weeks before.
I was attending a convention of science fiction writers at the
Hotel Commodore on Los Angeles. Since my experiences with the
extraterrestrials, I have become interested in the field of
science-fiction, for I have found that many scientific truths
are adumbrated, or delineated, in science-fiction before ever
they become realties of our own world.
Many well known
writers in the science-fiction field were present. When I came
in they were holding open discussions of trends in the
science-fiction, the various new markets, etc.
One of the
audience asked: "Why have all science fiction writers suddenly
stopped writing or even mentioning flying saucers?"
speaker replied authoritatively that the subject had become
taboo with them.
Another member of the audience demanded to
know why this was so since the saucers had actually given such
an impetus to the science-fiction field.
The speaker had no
adequate answer for that one, but lamely explained that the
saucers were "old stuff" now.
I was becoming impatient with
the proceedings and was on the point of leaving when the guest
speaker of the evening was announced. He was Mr. Gerald Heard,
the well-known science-fiction writer and author of IS ANOTHER
Mr. heard spoke with great eloquence and a
deep, penetrating philosophy. He berated the writers for
turning out material of an inferior grade and warned that the
public would not continue to "stomach it", much less to buy
it. Many of them squirmed uncomfortably in their seats.
As he neared the
end of his stimulating and thought-provoking
talk, his eyes met mine where I was seated near the back with
two companions. I noticed that he seemed tired and
As our eyes met and held a kind of mutual
understanding passed between us in ever widening circles.
Dimly, I could hear him terminating his speech with these
words: There is one in this room tonight--I do not know he is,
but he's going to upset the whole apple cart." He paused, then
his voice reverberated as he added: "He is the Awakener--he
has not yet appeared, but he well may be here in this room
tonight. Thank you."
And the mystic wheels between us set
in motion by the controlled magnetic vortices slowly receded
I looked about the room at the audience, but
they were no longer listening to him. Some were whispering and
laughing among themselves.
As I looked about that busy room
I thought that it was small wonder that the concoctors of
science-fiction horror diets had declared the saucers "taboo".
Far too much beautiful reality was on the side of the saucers.
Harmony and beauty are much too tame for the horror boys. They
have joined forces with the materialists, subversives and
egotists to fight the "flying saucer sensationalists" down at
But the joke is on them, for reality slipped
quietly past them and established new frontiers of its own.
The science-fictioneers were induced by subtle forces to
ignore flying saucers as were many other materialistic sources
of information. During the welcome lull the actual flying
saucer phenomena and the extra-terrestrials were left to the
inexperienced but honest handling of rank amateurs. At first
these men were inept and inarticulate, but they are finding
their voices and their numbers rapidly increasing. The space
visitors had actually only cleared the atmosphere for them.
Had the professional spinners of horror-fiction stuck to the
theme of flying saucers, the true contacts could never have
been able to perform their missions.
MY AWAKENING ON ANOTHER PLANET
It was in the
late summer of 1953 that the most beautiful and revealing of
all of my experiences with the etheric beings developed. My
life had been a kaleidoscope of new understandings and
changing patterns since the night of my trip in the saucer,
but apparently the most profound of all had to be revealed to
my conscious mind in gradual steps of understanding, because
the experience itself actually occurred in January of 1953
while I was still on the job at Lockheed, but it was not until
six months later that I had any idea of the tremendous
experience that had been mine. During those bewildering
intervening six months I honestly believed that for seven days
of my life in January, 1953 I had been a victim of complete
amnesia. I told no one about it, not even Mabel, for so many
confounding things had happened in the recent months of my
life that I feared further complicating matters by relating an
experience for which there seemed to be no explanation.
During those six months I experienced many
very strange and disquieting hours. Vivid dreams of a
hauntingly beautiful, half-familiar world troubled my sleep.
Sometimes I would awaken trembling and bathed in perspiration
feeling that I was close to conscious remembrance of an
exquisitely beautiful experience that would explain many
things. Also, frequently during the days, fleeting, tenuous
memories drifted into the borderland of my consciousness.
Even more perplexing were those occasions when, while
speaking to groups of persons at the Hollywood Hotel, I felt
as though I were being somehow overshadowed by another greater
personality; a personality who thought neither in my familiar
English or Italian, but in a strange language which it seemed
I once knew but now could no longer remember.
In order to
clarify the experience itself, I must go back to that day in
January, 1953 when it began. I did not go to work that
afternoon as I was just recovering from the flu, but I was
feeling so much better that I believed I could go back on the
job the following day. Mabel was at work at the cafe and I was
alone. About four o'clock a rather strange, detached feeling
came over me. I was aware of a familiar odd prickling
sensation in my arms and the back of my neck which usually
announced the proximity of space craft.
I discounted the
strange symptoms thinking they were only the result of my
illness. Then suddenly I began to feel so drowsy that I could
scarcely keep my eyes open. I remember starting toward the
divan to lie down for a nap, but I later had absolutely no
recollection of reaching that divan.
My next conscious
perception was a peculiar "awakening" or regaining
consciousness while on my job in the Plastics Department at
Lockheed. Stupefied and bewildered I looked uncertainly about
the factory. Dazedly, I recognized the familiar faces of my
co-workers...and noticed the tools in my hands. I caught my
breath sharply and an icy shiver quivered over my entire body
as quite involuntarily I recoiled with a shudder from the
entire scene. I didn't know why then, but everything seemed
hopelessly wrong, primitive and crude.
In a daze I rubbed a
hand across my eyes hoping to eradicate the scene. Then I was
seized with a blinding vertigo and thought I was going to lose
consciousness. Dave Donnegan, my working partners, looked at
me sympathetically, and there was genuine concern in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, but quietly took the tools from my
hand and in his quiet, understanding way went ahead, carrying
An involuntary outburst of utter disgust came
from my lips, disgust with everything I saw. It seemed like
the Dark Ages. I remember hearing Dave say: "Are you all
I didn't reply; I couldn't! In panic I turned
to rush out of the door. In my bland haste I bumped roughly
into Richard Butterfield, the temporary lead man in my
section. I must have looked acutely ill because I vaguely
remember seeing the alarm in his eyes as he grasped me firmly
but gently by the shoulders and exclaimed: "Angie! Angie!
What's wrong with you!"
I was breathing hard. Both
emotionally and mentally I was confused and uncertain.
My thoughts were in turmoil. I had only one objective; to get
out of that place! But the presence of Butterfield had a
stabilizing, quieting effect upon me.
reassuringly while keeping his hands upon my shoulders. "Clam
down, Angie, old boy," he said gently. "Go upstairs and take a
break. You look beat!"
I mumbled my heartfelt thanks and
stumbled up the steps, not yet aware of what actually had
happened to me.
I got a cup of coffee. Never before had I
needed one so badly. My hands were shaking and every nerve in
my body was quivering. As I drank the hot, aromatic stuff I
tried to think back, to remember why I was so shaken and
upset. But my last recollection before my strange, perturbed
"awakening" on the job, was walking toward the divan in my
apartment The intervening period was a total
Noticing a copy of the Los Angeles Times on one of
the tables, I nervously picked it up and glanced at the date.
Perspiration broke out on my forehead: the date of the paper
was January 19, 1953. Seven days had elapsed of which I had
absolutely no recollection! But even the date on the paper
couldn't convince me. Trying to keep my voice casual, I asked
a worker at a nearby table. He confirmed the date on the
My body was bathed in cold perspiration. I was
on the edge of panic as I sat there, my hands trembling so
that I could hardly take a sip of coffee. I couldn't believe
that seven days and nights had passed, leaving not a trace of
memory in my mind.
Later in the afternoon when I was
feeling a little better I went back downstairs on the job. But
it was a real effort to behave in a normal, rational manner
with my thoughts in turmoil. Cautiously and discreetly I
questioned Dave and other fellow workers about those seven
previous days. From their replies I gathered that I had been
on the job every day and had apparently behaved in my usual
manner until my strange"awakening and violent outburst that
At home I didn't mention my inexplicable loss of
memory to Mabel. And apparently she had noticed nothing
unusual in my behavior during that entire week. It seemed that
in every way I had behaved in my accustomed manner. I had
eaten my meals, slept, gone to and from work and helped
Mabel out at the Snack Bar, as usual. It was fantastically
I told no one what had happened to me. But in
my own mind I was utterly baffled and deeply troubled about
those seven lost days out of my life. Imagine yourself in my
place. Suppose that for an entire week your waking
consciousness had been obliterated so that you could not
remember a single event. Wouldn't you be deeply disturbed?
Wouldn't you begin to wonder if you might not be psychopathic?
In all sincerity I can tell that you would, for those were my
own panic-stricken thoughts.
But as the days passed I
gradually settled down into the routine of daily life. Often I
tried hard to regain the memory of those seven lost days, but
it seemed hopeless.
Months passed and I had about decided
that for those seven days I had suffered from complete loss of
memory. Except for the disquieting thoughts and vivid dreams,
I had no intimation of what was coming until that memorable
night in the first week in September, 1953.
I was feeling
unusually restless that evening. Shortly after ten o'clock I
went out for a walk. As always, my feet seemed involuntarily
to carry me toward the Hyperion Avenue Freeway Bridge. In its
dark, mysterious shadows I always found a kind of spiritual
peace and comfort, for it was there I had met and talked with
Neptune, the man from another world!
I was thinking of
these things as I clambered down the concrete embankment into
the almost dry bed of the Los Angeles River. Walking over to
the spot where Neptune had talked with me, I sat down
disconsolately upon the ground. I rested my head upon the
stone where he had sat, and gazed thoughtfully up into the
heavens and thought of the spiraling, endless wonders of the
universe. Lost in reverie, a feeling of deep inner peace and
tranquillity came over me. Noisy, clattering Earth with all of
its troubles, dissensions and animosities seemed remote and
As my thoughts drifted pleasantly,
I felt again the odd sensation which was always my first
awareness of space visitors. But I was deeply puzzled, for
Neptune had last told me: "We will return, Orfeo; but not to
Nevertheless the odd tingling in my arms and back
of my neck was unmistakable. hopefully, my eyes scanned the
heavens. I saw nothing that in any way resembled a saucer. The
intensity of the vibration increased, dimming the awareness of
my conscious mind much as it had the night I had first
encountered the saucer.
As in a dream my thoughts drifted
back to that mysterious Monday afternoon six months before
when, feeling much as I did now, I had walked toward the divan
to take a nap. An astonishing thing was happening: I was
beginning to remember, faintly, hazily, at first, like the
sun's golden rays breaking through black clouds.
flooded back I clearly recalled again that Monday afternoon. I
was walking towards the divan...my eyes were so heavy I could
scarcely keep them open. In a daze I sank down upon the divan
and immediately fell into a deep sleep!
Only now I could
remember waking from that sleep! My awakening was in a strange
and wonderful world! I was no longer upon Earth; some
fantastic transition had taken place. I awoke in a huge,
fabulously beautiful room; a room the substance of which
glowed ethereally with soft, exquisite colors. I was lying
upon a luxurious couch, or lounge. Half awake, I glanced down
at my body - but it was not familiar! My body was never so
perfectly proportioned or of so fine coloring and texture.
I noticed that I was wearing only a fine white
garment, closely fitted and covering my chest, torso and upper
part of my thighs. A finely wrought gold belt was about my
waist. Although the belt appeared to be made of heavy links of
embossed gold, it was without weight. My new body felt
amazingly light and ethereal and vibrant with life.
consciousness did not come to me at once. My first thoughts
upon waking in that shining world were nebulous. Somehow the
thought persisted in my mind that I was recovering from a long
and serious illness.
Thus I reclined there in a kind of
pleasant lethargy as one does who has been very ill. Random
thoughts drifted in my consciousness. Everything was so new
and different and yet it was hauntingly familiar. My handsome
new body was not my body, and yet it was! The exquisite room
with its ethereal, softly glowing colors was like nothing ever
dreamed of upon Earth, and yet somehow it was not strange and
alien to me. Only one thing seemed unfamiliar: far away
outside the huge, windowless room I could hear the continuous
rumble of distant thunder. Oddly enough the thunder did not
fill me with apprehension as had always been the case in the
Gradually the dark mists began clearing from my mind.
Incredible memories were coming back to me; memories of
another world, a different people - another life! Lost
horizons, deep-buried memories, forgotten vistas were
surfacing to my consciousness.
"I remember this world!"
thought rapturously. "I remember it in the same way that a
condemned prisoner remembers the sunshine, the trees, the
flowers of the outside world after an eternity chained in a
dark and odious prison. This is my real world, my true body. I
have been lost in a dimension called Time and a captive in a
forbidding land called Earth. But now, somehow, I have come
home. All is serenity, peace, harmony and indescribable beauty
here. The only disturbing factor is a troublesome half-memory
of an unhappy shadow named Orfeo, a bondsman in a prison-world
of materiality called Earth.
As the disturbing thoughts of
this lost Orfeo troubled me, a portion of one wall noiselessly
divided making an imposing doorway, and a woman entered. She
was dazzlingly beautiful. Somehow my mind understood that she
was the one in whose charge I was placed, even as I also
understood that the mysterious door opened and closed
automatically by means of electro-magnetic controls.
looked down at me and smiled warmly. Her beauty was
breath-taking. She was dressed simply in a kind of Grecian
gown of glowing silvery-white substance; her hair was golden
and fell in soft waves about her shoulders; her eyes were
extremely large, expressive and deep blue. Soft shimmering
colors played continuously about her, apparently varying with
every slight change of her thought or mood.
thought was in my mind that I remembered her from somewhere.
She seemed to sense my perplexity and reassuringly said that I
was looking very well and would soon be up and about. Then she
touched a control on a crystal cabinet near my bed. In
response a large section of the opposite wall opened revealing
a huge mirror. I looked into its crystal depths, but the man I
saw was not Orfeo; nor yet was he a stranger to me.
Paradoxically, I remembered and yet I didn't remember!
have gained weight," I remarked, not knowing just why I made
such a statement, then added: "Also, I feel much better
She smiled and replied: "On the contrary, you have
lost weight. According to all Earthly standards you are now
Her strange words puzzled me. I glanced
down at my body which appeared to be solidly substantial in
addition to being much larger and more finely
"It's all a matter of the scale of vibration
in which you are functioning," she explained. "The vibratory
rate of dense matter which makes up the planet Earth is
extremely low, hence Earthly bodies are sluggish, dense and
cumbersome. Vibratory rates here are quite high and matter so
tenuous that it would seem non-existent were you in a dense
physical body. Because you are now in a body of a
corresponding vibratory rate, the phenomena of this world is
as real to you as your Earth world."
As I listened to her
speak, I thought I remembered her name. "You are Lyra?" I said
She nodded her head.
I was about to
ask her about herself when I was conscious again of the
continuous, low rumble of thunder from outside. I became
curious to go out of doors and look around. Turning to Lyra, I
asked: "May I go outside now?"
She shook her head. "You are
not yet strong enough, but I promise that before the seventh
day you shall see all, Neptune."
Her words startled me. Why
had she called me Neptune? I wondered. I was not Neptune;
neither was Neptune ill! And what did she mean by the seventh
I was about to ask her these questions when she turned
and looked expectantly toward the far wall. In a moment the
mysterious door appeared and a tall, strikingly handsome man
entered. It was Orion! In some confused way I recognized him
at once and felt a surge of affection for him in my heart. As
with Lyra, shimmering waves of translucent color played about
him, seemingly reflecting his thoughts. He smiled warmly and
said: "We have missed you, Neptune."
I brushed my hand
across my eyes in a dazed way as I replied: "But I am not
Neptune; there is some mistake."
"Are you certain?" he
asked gently. "You will recall that Neptune was the name you
gave to our brother who first contacted you upon Earth. That
name has always held a strange, deep significance for you,
perhaps because it was once your own name."
As he spoke the
odd realization possessed me that he was indeed speaking the
truth. In their world, I was, or had once been, Neptune! "But
the other Neptune?" I asked. "Who, then, is he?"
glanced at Lyra and a scintillating wave of golden light
enfolded them both. Orion replied slowly: With us names are of
little significance. The brother of whom you speak was in the
illusion of the past known as Astra, but in the higher octaves
of light, individualized aspects such as you know upon Earth
are non-existent. Even now as we manifest in this most tenuous
of material states of being, you are not aware of us in our
true eternal aspect. We are, you might say in terms of Earth,
staging a dress-show reception for you, our lost brother.
Before the Destruction our existence was much as you see it
now; that is why you seem to remember all of this. In that
phase of the time dimension you were known as
Something was wrong, terribly wrong, somewhere. I
thought. If only I could remember clearly...but everything was
so confused. As I gazed at those two superbly magnificent
beings standing side by side enveloped in shimmering waves of
golden light, I felt intuitively that I had known them well,
sometime, somewhere! I had known them on an equal level - I
had been one of them! But now they were like gods to me, and I
a straggler, somehow far, far behind them, my mind deluded by
a loathsome illness. I pressed my hands to my eyes, trying
with all of my strength to remember something important - and
terrible - that I had forgotten.
Neither of them spoke.
Lyra took a white wafer from the crystal cabinet while Orion
poured a sparkling liquid into a lavender crystal goblet.
These they handed to me. I ate the delicately flavored wafer
and drank the delicious beverage. I felt renewed vitality and
strength flow through my body and with it a dreamy languor of
mind. Lyra and Orion smiled upon me and the scintillating
waves of golden light reached out from them and enfolded me in
a warm comforting glow.
"Sleep for a while, Neptune," Lyra
murmured softly. Then the mysterious door appeared and they
left arm in arm, leaving me alone. The light in the room
dimmed and waves of soft, exquisite music flowed from the
walls. I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When I awoke
light was streaming brilliantly into the room. One entire wall
had miraculously vanished revealing an outer balcony. I sat up
and looked out beyond the balcony upon an incredibly wonderful
and fantastic world. It was radiant with light and yet there
appeared to be a heavy moving cloud bank overhead. Continuous
sheet lightning flashed through the rainbow-hued clouds and
the constant rumble of distant thunder was slightly louder.
Also, I saw brilliant slow-moving fireballs, bollides,
varied-colored flares and showers of brilliant sparks.
was deeply puzzled, for all of this phenomena did not seem at
all familiar as had so many other things in this world. I
jumped up from the couch and ran out onto the broad balcony,
marveling at the wonderful feeling of lightness and vibrant
strength in my body.
What a glorious world I looked upon! A
dream world, beyond the wildest flight of imagination.
Ethereal, scintillating color everywhere. Fantastically
beautiful buildings constructed of a kind of crystal-plastic
substance that quivered with continuously changing color hues.
As I watched, windows, doors, balconies and stairs appeared
and just as miraculously disappeared in the shining facades of
the buildings. The grass, trees and flowers sparkled with
living colors that seemed almost to glow with a light of their
I caught my breath in awe. And yet, somehow, it was
familiar; a world I had once known, and forgotten! A few
statuesque and majestically beautiful people were walking in
the pedestrian lanes. No vehicles of any type were visible.
Then I saw Lyra and Orion conversing with each other near a
large circular flower garden, almost directly below me. They
both looked up and smiled, calling out a friendly greeting. I
ran down and joined them exclaiming: "What a magnificent
"Do you remember it, Neptune? Lyra asked
I hesitated, then replied: "Much is familiar, but
other things are not. I can't recall the lightning and the
constant thunder. And the horizon appears to be only about a
mile distant and it should be - I seem to remember it was
For a moment there was deep silence.
Lyra glanced questioningly at Orion and a look of deep pain
crossed their faces as the golden waves of iridescent light
about them changed to misty purple. I realized immediately I
had said the wrong thing.
Lyra touched a crystal she held
in her hand and the sound of the thunder was muffled until it
was barely audible. Then drifts of exquisite harmony filled
the air; the same ethereal music I had heard in my trip in the
saucer - only here in this incredible world each tone also
manifested in the atmosphere as waves of glowing color.
listened and watched spellbound. Lyra and Orion sat down upon
the grass and motioned for me to join them. When we were
seated Lyra laid her hand tenderly upon mine and Orion put an
arm about my shoulders.
Then Orion spoke, saying: "Time is
a dimension as your scientists now correctly surmise. But it
is only a dimension when applied to the various densities of
matter. In the absolute, or non-material states of
consciousness, Time is non-existent. So let us say that in one
of the time frames or dimensions, there was once a planet in
the solar system of Earth, called Lucifer. It was of the least
material density of any of the planets. Its orbit lay between
the orbits of Mars and Jupiter. Among the etheric beings, or
heavenly hosts, it was called the Morning Star. Among all
planets it was the most radiant planet in the
"The name of the prince of this shining planet
was also Lucifer, a beloved Son of God." Orion paused and the
sadness deepened in his eyes. Then he continued: "Earth's
legends about Lucifer and his hosts are true. Pride and
arrogance grew in the heart of Lucifer and in the hearts of
many Luciferians. They discovered all of the secrets of matter
and also the great secret of the Creative Word. Eventually
they sought to turn this omnipotent force against their
brothers who were less selfish. Also against the etheric
beings and the Father, or Source, for it became their desire
to rule the universe. You know the rest of the legend: how
Lucifer and his followers were cast down from their high
estate. In simpler words, the Luciferians who were embodied
then in the most attenuated manifestation of matter "fell"
into embodiments in one of the most dense material evolutions,
which is the animalistic evolution of Earth."
I dared not
look at him as his frightening words struck dark chords of
memory in my heart. "Then you mean that I...was one of them?"
Shamed tears of realization blinded my eyes.
Neptune," he said gently, as both he and Lyra put their arms
Waves of bitter shame and sorrow flooded over me
as I realized the terrible truth of Orion's words. At last I
said haltingly: "But Orion, you and Lyra and these others
walking here in the garden; who are they"
"We were among
those who did not join the Luciferians in their revolt against
the etheric hosts, " he explained gently. "Thus although the
Luciferians shattered our radiant planet in the holocaust of
their war, we entered the etheric, non-material worlds in the
higher octaves of light as liberated Sons of God, while the
Luciferian hosts fell into the dream of mind in matter upon
the dark planet of sorrows."
"But this world?" I asked in
bewilderment. "Isn't it the world I half remember?"
Neptune," Lyra said compassionately. "This is a tiny part of
what is left of that world. You mentioned that many things
were unfamiliar, such as the thunder and lightning and the
nearness of the horizon. These conditions are new to you. For
we are on one of the larger planetoids of the shattered planet
Lucifer. It is only a few hundred miles in diameter, hence the
nearness of the horizon. The thunder, lightning and constant
play of color phenomena in the atmosphere are the result of
magnetic disturbances because of the vicinity of other
asteroids. The clouds you see above are not clouds as you know
them upon Earth, but they serve to obscure the debris of our
wrecked planet. Only rarely do we leave our etheric state of
being and enter our former time frame in individualized
manifestations as you see us now."
I was stunned into utter
silence and the deepest sorrow. I bowed my head as I thought
of the magnificent world I had lost, the great heritage I had
cast away to become a bondsman chained in a steel like dungeon
of dense matter with its erroneous manifestations of sin,
sickness, corruption, evil, decay and repeated deaths. Sobs
wracked my body as I thought of my blinded, lost fellows of
Earth. At last I murmured hesitantly: "Then all of the peoples
of Earth have fallen from this former high estate?"
shook his head. "No, not all, Neptune, but vast numbers of
Earthlings are former Luciferians. About the others we will
explain to you later. The revelation when it comes will
explain many of the enigmas of your planet."
terrible thought came to me, almost causing me to collapse in
horror as I recoiled from it. Stark terror was in my eyes as I
looked first at Lyra and then at Orion. I dared not voice what
was in my mind.
Orion, discerning my thought, shook his
head and his wonderful eyes radiated sympathy and
understanding as he said: "No, Neptune, have no fear, you are
not in reality Lucifer. In fact you are one of the Luciferians
who least wanted to join the others."
Relief flooded over
me leaving me weak and shaken as I heard Orion's voice
continuing: "Lucifer is presently incarnated upon Earth, but
we may not disclose to you his present identity. He had
incarnated many times upon Earth and every name is familiar
even to grade school children. But some of those names would
surprise you, for they are not what you might expect."
sighed heavily, trying to comprehend all the shattering things
which had been revealed to me by Lyra and Orion. Rather
incongruously I remembered the phenomena of the flying saucers
upon Earth, which caused me to ask: "But if we destroyed your
great planet, why are your disks visiting Earth now? Why did
Astra contact me? Why don't you leave us to the fate we
deserve, each one of us buried in his individual grave of
Lyra's hand gripped mine and Orion's arm
tightened around my shoulders. "Love is stronger than life and
deeper than the boundless depths of time and space," he said
softly. "While our brothers are lost in the hell of unreality
and turn their blinded, imploring eyes to the mute heavens, we
can never forget them. We intercede unceasingly for your
peoples' liberation. Thus today every bondsman upon Earth has
within himself the power through the mystery of the Etheric
Christ Spirit to cancel his captivity.
"Eventually all of
mankind deep-drowned in Time and Matter, will surface to
reality when they recognize their basic unity of being. When
man is for man honestly and sincerely and not selfishly
arrayed against himself, the hour of deliverance from the
underworld will be close at hand. We wait now beyond the
great, sad river of Time and Sorrows with open arms and hearts
to receive among us our lost and prodigal brothers in that
great day when they rejoin us as liberated Sons of
"Our disks, or saucers as Earthmen term them, are in
your space-time frame as harbingers of mankind's coming
resurrection from the living death.
Although our disks are
essentially etheric; that is, non-material, they are
controlled in such a way that they can almost instantaneously
attract substance to take on any degree of material density
necessary. Various other types of space craft are now
permitted to visit Earth for certain purposes. These are from
other worlds and also space islands of various densities of
matter. Some are on the borderline between materiality and
non-materiality. But all are operated by intelligences highly
spiritual in nature. All are on a mission of love to their
brothers of the Dark World, but mankind's understanding of
their ultimate intent and purpose will only become fully
apparent further along in Earth's Time Dimension.
We do not
say that there are no negatives in the universe who have not
attained primitive modes of space travel, but at present Earth
is fully protected from these by both cosmic law and the
When Orion finished speaking there was
silence. I sat with bowed head and contrite heart as
realization of the full import of his words came to me. As
Neptune, fleetingly restored to my lost immortal state, I saw
that we of Earth are in reality in an underworld of illusion
where we mistake false shadows for reality and dream selfish
dreams of separateness from our brothers.
thoughts were in my mind the ringing of musical chimes sounded
from the sea-green building. As though this was a signal
everyone arose and entered the building. Orion led us to a
large dining hall. Five men and five women were already there
standing at their places at a huge table. At one end of the
table was a cross wing with three vacant places. Orion
indicated that I should take the middle place while he and
Lyra seated themselves on either side of me.
It was an
exquisite room and although there appeared to be no direct
source of light the room was brilliantly lighted; the
substance and colors of the room and everything in it seemed
to glow with a soft, radiant light of their own. Vaguely, I
seemed to remember the other persons present and they spoke to
me as to an old friend. It was soon apparent, however, that
the conversation was for my sole benefit as it was obvious
that everyone else exchanged thoughts telepathically. As they
did so iridescent clouds of color about them changed swiftly
in shimmering hues and patterns.
No servants waited upon
the table. Yet it was laid out exquisitely with the most
delicate plates and shimmering silverware. On each plate were
three portions. A triangle portion of pale amber; a square
portion of varying shades of green; and a round portion of
lavender. The beverage was clear and sparkling in a crystal
goblet. These strange delicacies were the most delicious and
delicately flavored foods I had ever tasted. And the sparkling
drink seemed to give immediate renewed strength and
When the splendid meal was finished and everyone
was preparing to leave the table, I turned and looked at Lyra.
Suddenly, I was fully aware for the first time of all her
exquisite feminine beauty and loveliness. Involuntarily, a
wave of desire for her swept over me. She turned away from me
and all conversation in the room ceased. I glanced hastily
about; all of the others were standing silently with bowed
heads. On an opposite wall I saw my reflection in a huge
mirror and embarrassment flooded over me as I saw an ugly
mottled red and black cloud enveloping my head and shoulders.
I felt impure and unworthy to be in that shining
assemblage. The others left quietly, but I had the comforting
feeling of their deep sympathy for me and their understanding
for my human weakness. Also, I had the strong telepathic
impression that sexual desire is merely another of the
erroneous manifestations of materiality. Upon Earth it is
neither wrong nor sinful in any of its manifestations except
when it is used for selfish, destructive and cruel purposes.
If motivated by love, altruism and unselfishness the sexual
appetite is no more erroneous than any of mankind's other
desires. But in the higher spiritual worlds it is
Orion touched my arm as we were leaving the
hall. "We understand," he said kindly. "It is nothing, as you
I smiled gratefully at him. But I felt tired
and very sleepy. He and Lyra accompanied me to my room where I
lay down upon the couch. They sat beside me until I fell into
a deep sleep.
When I awoke I was alone. I walked outside
onto the terrace, but the grounds were deserted. For a long
while I stood there alone on the balcony marveling at that
fantastically beautiful world. Apparently it was a world of
eternal youth, eternal spring and eternal day. The
rainbow-hued clouds were always moving overhead shot with soft
waves of sheet lightning, and the far-away echo of thunder
never entirely ceased. The trees, flowers and grass were
miracles of color, fire and light which in comparison made the
remembered counterfeits of Earth seem like gross, dull
As I stood there marveling, I saw Lyra come out of
the adjoining building. She called a warm greeting. I saw she
was holding a small crystal object in her hand. When she
joined me she said mysteriously: "This is the seventh Earth
day and through ourselves we shall take you back.
strange, beautiful eyes were upon me, seeming to look through
and beyond me. She did not address me either as Neptune, or
Orfeo. This saddened me, for it made me realize that I was now
a stranger and an imposter in their shining
Understanding my thought, she put her hand gently
over mine and I saw a mist of tears in her eyes. Then she
raised the odd crystal in her hand to her forehead. As though
in magic response, a flood of beautiful melody arose from the
sea-green building; not the ethereal music of their world, but
a hauntingly sad and familiar strain. I recognized the sublime
melody of the Bach-Gounod "Ave Maria". Tears flowed
unrestrainedly down my cheeks for a half-remembered, sad
people who dwelt in a strange shadowed region called Earth.
Softly she said: "You will remember this, Orfeo."
sounded strange upon her lips; like the name of an utter
stranger. I bowed my head in bitter regret for Neptune who
was, and who now was not - and for the false shadow of Orfeo
who is! Confused and perturbed I turned hastily from her and
hurried into my room. Somehow I had the feeling that the
secret of liberation lay in the mysterious crystal panel near
But as I reached eagerly for the controls on the
panel, I felt a gentle restraining hand upon my arm. I turned
and looked into Lyra's wonderful eyes shining with sympathy,
compassion and purest love.
My own heart swiftly
responded. Then suddenly, miraculously we were as one being,
enfolded in an embrace of spirit, shared by all of those in
the light of God's infinite love throughout the entire
universe. What a tragedy, I thought, that I and my lost
brothers of Earth know mostly only the counterfeit embrace of
sexual desire and animal passion.
At that moment Orion came
in the door and as he stood transfixed, his vibrant love too
enfolded us in its pure, golden unselfish light. All
boundaries of self were lost in a unity of being. "Our lost
brother is home at last," he said softly.
Orion and Lyra seated themselves near the strange crystal
control panel and I rested upon the lounge. Orion touched a
crystal disk and immediately an entire wall of the room opened
up into a huge three-dimensional void. The room darkened and I
saw the void a magnificent view into outer space. But all of
space was shining with light; the stars and suns glowed with a
deep reddish glow and only the planets appeared of varying
degrees of darkness. The scene was focussing upon an
unfamiliar part of the heavens. A sun and a number of
encircling planets came into view.
Then the scene centered
upon a single planet in this unknown solar system. It was a
smug, sleek planet and apparently as efficient as a billiard
ball. But it was exceedingly dark in tone and surrounded with
concentric waves of deep gray. A tangible vibration or
emanation came from it; evil, unpleasant and utterly without
inspiration or hope. Approaching this world I saw a glowing
red dot with a long, misty tail. The fiery dot seemed
irresistible attracted to the dark world. The two collided in
a spectacular fiery display. I felt Lyra's hand upon mine as
she whispered. "It is an immutable law of the cosmos that too
great a preponderance of evil inevitably results in
self-destruction and a new beginning."
The scene shifted to
a different part of the universe. Another dark misty world
came into view, although it was not as dark as the first
world. About this world there was a vibrant feeling of life
and hope. But again I saw a fatalistic fiery red dot
approaching and it was evident that this world too was doomed.
I shuddered to think of conditions upon that planet at the
moment of doom. But then I held my breath as I beheld two tiny
dots coming forth from that world apparently to intercept the
fiery comet. Intuitively I realized that the dots were
remotely controlled by intelligence beings upon the planet who
were concentrating the magnetic impulses of the dots upon the
comet. Suddenly the comet exploded leaving the world
unscathed. I breathed a sign of relief.
Once more the scene
shifted and focused upon a third world. Obviously, this was an
"in-between" world, neither as dark and hopeless as the first,
nor yet as light and inspired as the second. To the left to
this planet appeared another smaller body -- I recognized it
as our moon and the planet as Earth. From the planet several
tiny space ships went out to the moon and did not return. Then
a tiny fleet of space craft went to the moon, but some of
these returned to Earth.
Suddenly, terrifyingly, to the
right of the planet Earth, appeared the red, dot of cosmic
doom. Rapidly it increased in size leaving behind it a fiery
tail of flame. It was evident that the comet was being drawn
irresistibly toward Earth. Neither Lyra nor Orion spoke, but a
strange voice said: "In the Time Dimension of Earth it is now
the year 1986."
I shuddered and waited anxiously, but the
portentous scene slowly faded from the screen. I turned
excitedly to Orion. "But what happens to Earth?"
Lyra both looked compassionately at me as Orion gently
replied. "That depends entirely upon your brothers of Earth
and their progress in unity, understanding and brotherly love
during the time period left them between the so-called now and
the year 1986. All spiritual help possible will be given them,
not only by ourselves but by others from all parts of the
universe. We believe that they and their world will be saved,
but in no time frame, or dimension, is the future ever written
irrevocably. If they bring upon themselves self-destruction of
their planet through a preponderance of evil there, it will
mean another fall for the entities of Earth into even denser
meshes of materiality and unreality. As you love your brothers
of Earth, Orfeo, fight to your dying breath to help them
toward a world of love, light and unity."
With those awful
and awesome words, he got up and slowly walked from the room,
leaving me alone with Lyra.
She smiled gently into my eyes
ad touched the mysterious crystal panel. Immediately the
incredible, huge, three-dimensional screen became active
again. but no longer were we looking into the boundless depths
of space and time. Instead, I saw the familiar outlines of the
Lockheed plant in Burbank. There was the shop in which I
worked. The scene shifted inside the plant. I saw the radomes
and my working companions, Dave Donnegan and Richard
Butterfield. An unpleasant sensation came over me as though I
were fainting, as though I were fading into the huge screen
and becoming an active part of the scene I was viewing.
Terrified, I turned to call to Lyra, but she was no longer
there, only a mist. Then I blacked out!
My next conscious
perception was my "awakening" on the job at Lockheed with all
of my incredible experiences of those seven days seemingly
utterly obliterated from my mind.
Thus six months passed
with only hazy, trouble-some intimations of what had happened
to me in those seven lost days. But that night as I rested my
head upon the rock down in the Los Angeles River bed, it all
came back to me crystal clear. Also, I remembered my
frightening, bewildered "awakening" upon Earth in the Lockheed
plant, my terrible revulsion with everything I saw upon Earth
as compared with the wonder world I had left, although as yet
only my higher consciousness fully understood.
my fellow workers, Dave Donnegan and Richard Butterfield and
their reactions to my strange behavior and apparently
unreasoning outburst. In the greater scope of my new
understanding I realized even more clearly how nobly they had
caught me up and sustained me by their own strength through
those critical moments. It was so clearly evident to me then
that both Dave and Richard had the same basic inherent
qualities of goodness and nobility as those godlike beings of
that other world. They are both simple, humble men, average
workers like myself, yet potential gods! If only they and
others like them knew and could realize their divinity, their
kinship with God and the greater world of true reality! If
every man and woman upon Earth could grasp the great essential
basic truth that we are all one and an integral part of God,
then indeed all of mankind's hard trials and bitter
tribulations would be over. Yes, if only in the abstract we
could momentarily attain this illumination, the heavy chains
of material bondage would fall from our burdened bodies and
our counterfeit world of shadows would vanish in true
Today, I believe with all my heart, soul and body in
my brothers of Earth. Because of the innate goodness, honesty,
nobility and helpful fellowship of the countless other men and
women of good will like Dave Donnegan and Richard Butterfield,
my undying faith in and love for humanity is forever
instilled. Even though our greater brothers of that shining,
lost, wonder world should have to refuse. My lot is forever
with my fellows of Earth! I will fight courageously with them
and for them in the undying belief that the good in our hearts
will triumph over evil. In the conviction that every human
being upon Earth, trapped in eternity and granted only one
small awareness of life at a time, will be liberated from our
prison cells of unreality and attain again our high estate as
liberated sons of God.
Note: The language spoken by the
beings of that other world was neither familiar English nor
Italian, but another language which I fully understood and
remembered while with them. But today my conscious mind
recalls their language only as a meaningless jumble of strange
words, although I have a full understanding in my own language
of all that passed between us. I can clearly recall only a few
words of that other language. Those words were spoken to me by
Lyra when she first came into the room. I am certain she said,
"Un doz e pez lo" (or something very similar), meaning "No,
you have lost weight."
Memories, fantastically beautiful memories of that
other infinitely greater lost world, haunted me for days. I
was like a different person. In the light of my new
understanding my conception of all things was changed. I
viewed everything from a new perspective. Thus I felt more
than ever like a stranger here upon Earth.
when I was in downtown Los Angeles I stood on a street corner
and watched the hurrying throngs of people. All was so
earnestly intent upon personal ambitions, pleasure,
frivolities, worries and personal problems and so completely
wrapped up in their own private worlds. Few even so much as
noticed their fellow-beings on the streets. It was as though
each person lived a world apart; encased in a tomb of
separateness and living death. Like shadows they hurried
busily on their separate ways lost in dreams of
I realized in truth each went his way alone;
even those nearest and dearest to him never really touched the
deeper core of his aloneness. This is the tragedy of his
mortality. Things seem pleasant enough on the surface. Earth
with its flowers, trees, sunshine; the cities with their paved
streets and fine buildings; the trim houses with their neat
lawns--all appear fair enough. But it is like a mirage, for
the material world is a prison world where each man is a
bondsman locked in a prison cell. The prison cells cannot be
opened from without.
Greatly saddened, I took my car from
the parking lot and drove home. A storm was brewing and
already a fine mist of rain was in the air. I left my car at
home and walked down by the Los Angeles River where the waters
were beginning to flow in the dry and dusty riverbed.
of nature seemed waiting, quiet and tremulous, for the
life-giving drops of precious water that would drench the
sun-baked land and give new life to the dying trees and
The dense clouds were dark and ominous
over-head. How symbolic, I thought, of our isolation from the
rest of the universe. Spiritual intelligences throughout time
and space dwell in unity, communicating throughout the
universe, all a part of the great harmony of the Father; but
man here on his tiny planet is cut off from contact with those
other worlds and fully content to vision himself grandiosely
as the higher intelligence in the universe.
If only we
could realize how wrong we are! We exist here on our world in
a kind of solitary confinement. Our much vaunted atmosphere is
one of the bars that prevents us from escaping from our prison
world. Also, to a great extent, it prevents contact with
outside intelligences; for most of our radio and television
waves are bounced back down to us by the many layers of
ionized gases in our atmosphere and beyond. Hence it is much
more difficult for us here on this planet to establish outer
space contacts than for most other planets.
Why is this so?
Why are we so completely isolated and cut off from contact
with the rest of the universe?
I turned for home as the
full fury of the storm broke. An onslaught of wind lashed the
trees, stripping the dead leaves and branches from them. The
rain came down in torrents and it was one of the rare
occasions when lightning flashed in the California sky and the
thunder rumbled ominously. At each flash of lightning my
entire body quivered in pain. I reached home soaking wet and
went to bed.
In the following weeks I continued with my
weekly lectures at the Hollywood Hotel, but I was dissatisfied
with my effort. I felt I was reaching comparatively few people
when I should be contacting so many more.
September, 1953, Paul Vest's first article about my trip in
the flying saucer was published in MYSTIC magazine.
Immediately letters began coming from all over the United
States and even from Mexico and Canada. I was amazed at the
public interest and the general acceptance of my story. It
appeared that intuitively many persons had been prepared for
Because of the article I was contacted by long
distance telephone by a man in the East who is a well-known
evangelist. His broadcasts over a large radio network a week.
He told me in all good faith that in answer to his prayer for
guidance after reading the article in MYSTIC, he had been
shown a sign in the skies. The "sign" was the sudden
appearance of a flying disk phenomenon above him while he
prayed. He stated that he was so deeply impressed with what he
saw that he drove immediately to the State Police barracks and
notified the captain of the troop. The captain also witnessed
the strange phenomenon and ordered an airplane to be sent
aloft to investigate. But before the plane was off the ground
the phenomenon vanished. Thus, he said he was absolutely
convinced of the authenticity of my story. He invited me to
visit him in the East and make a number of appearances
Since I had already given up my job, we were low on
funds at the time. He forwarded me one hundred dollars to
cover part of our expenses on the trip East. He also enclosed
a contract in which he agreed to pay me for each lecture. My
purpose in going East was to reach a much greater audience,
but even the humblest of God's creatures must have sustenance
for their bodies. And surely a workman, even in God's work, is
worthy of his hire.
Most of the audiences in the east were
enthusiastic and highly receptive to the message of the
saucers. I was happy in the belief that I had sown many seeds
of understanding about the space visitors. But the minister of
the gospel on whose word I had made the trip, failed me
completely. He has not up until the present time (one year
later) paid me for my expense and time. In fact, he was
content to desert me in the East far from home and relatives
and leave me stranded there penniless. His name? Does it
The final lecture in Buffalo was the most
successful of any of the engagements. People came from as far
away as Canada, completely filling the large auditorium. Thus,
from a material standpoint Christianity had thrown me from the
heights, but spiritually it had sustained me stronger than
ever. Also, I was beginning to learn an important lesson. The
hypocrites will invariably crucify, but the truly faithful
will always redeem. Actually, the hypocrites far outnumber the
true. But God and only one is indeed a vast majority.
Similarly, space visitors and a few are also a majority. The
absolute truth of these last two statements are forever
settled in my own mind.
Without funds and stranded in the
East, we finally got financial help from relatives, and also
an invitation to visit our folks back in New Jersey. Our
spirits, which had dropped to a low ebb, began to pick up.
Thus we were in an almost joyful, holiday mood as the boys,
Mabel and I piled the suitcases into the car and headed for
Trenton. We stayed with my father-in law, Alfred Borgianni, on
Kuser Road, close to the spot where I had once sent aloft
balloons with the mold cultures in personal experiments, not
knowing my work was being observed.
Our reunion with family
and friends was a joyful one. We were invited everywhere and
were kept out almost every night until a late hour. We quickly
forgot our hardships and disappointments of the past weeks and
joined in the happy, pulsating life around us. But I certainly
never dreamed that there, close to my old home, I should have
another experience with the extraterrestrials.
NEPTUNE AGAIN AND PHENOMENA
IN NEW JERSEY
evening in December about midnight I was returning to "Pop's"
Borgianini lives on the outshirts of town in a pleasant
suburban area of average homes and small acreage farms. Clouds
were overhead, but it was not a particularly dark night as
there was considerable reflected light from the city.
drove into the yard and parked my car in my usual spot. As I
sat in the car for a moment breathing the clean, freah air and
looking out over the twinkling lights of the countryside, I
heard a familiar voice call my name. Surprised, I glanced
around to see a tall, well-built figure approaching from a
shadowed corner of the yard. Because I was so completely
unprepared for such a meeting, it took me a moment to collect
my thoughts and realize that the familiar voice could be none
other than that of Neptune. As he came nearer to the car I
could see him fairly well in the soft light. He appeared just
has he that night down by the Los Angeles River. His
closely-fitted "uniform" wavered like restless clouds of light
But somehow I felt altogether different meeting
him now; there was none of the eerie feeling I had experienced
upon the occasion of our first meeting.
He seemed he
seemed to feel much as I did, for he said cheerfully: "A merry
Christmas to you, Orfeo." His warm, radiant smile was still
the same, as was his noble bearing and everything else about
him; yet I was able to comprend and understand him so much
more easily now. I wondered, has he desended closer to my
level, or had I, since my strange "awakening" in that other
world, risen nearer to his?
He answered the question for me
. "You are indeed a dweller in two worlds now, Orfeo.
Sometimes it is difficult for you to determine which world is
subtance and which is shadow, or if both are not merely
differing degrees of subtance. But you have done well,
considering all that you have been through these last two
years. In In reality you are now liberated from your planet,
Earth and are a citizen of the cosmos. For seven Earth days
you were conscious in our world as it existed in Time, while I
kept watch over your physical body its normal duties here on
Earth. Thus in a way I am a part of you even as you are a part
of me. There now exist eternal bonds of understanding between
As he spoke, I thought of a puzzling statement he had
made to me during our first meeting. It was that memorable
night down by the Los Angeles River. I distinctly remembered
that he had said: "We shall return, dear friend, but not to
you." I remembered the words so well because I had been so
saddened to hear them. Thus I looked at him now I was thinking
that his very presence there seemed to belie those
He smiled again and said gently: "In reality we have
not returned to you, Orfeo. You came to us. When you awakened
as one of us, you had come home. Don't you understand? We are
not returning to the shadow, Orfeo; our lost brother has
returned to us. And from our first contact with you we never
in reality ever left you."
I grasped the meaning of his
words, for I well knew I was no longer the same person who,
confused and bewildered, had stepped half-fearfully into the
saucer that night under the Hyperion Avenue Bridge. "Yes," I
replied thoughtfully. "What you say is true. Earth to me now
often seems like strange land where I have been a prisoner who
has forgotten his native home."
But you are
no longer a
prisoner, Orfeo. You have broken the chains of matter. Thus
can you realize that you were a prisoner--and that realization
is all important. The vast majority of Earth's people never
dream of their true status.
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Orfeo Angelucci’s Secrets of the Flying Saucers – A Return to the Days of the Early Contactees
By Sean Casteel
'Son Of The Sun'
After covering UFOs, alien abduction and many other paranormal
subjects for over 25 years, I thought I’d seen it all. But once again,
publisher, editor, writer and talk show host Timothy Green Beckley has
shown me just how wrong that assumption can be. Tim recently sent me a
book that contains two full-length tomes by the late contactee Orfeo
Angelucci combined in one volume. Though the books were originally
published in the 1950s, they contain so much that is relevant and
precious about UFO contact and the mortals who come under their purview
for reasons they themselves do not comprehend.
In the case of Orfeo Angelucci, I would hazard a guess that he was
chosen because of his sincere, guileless innocence. Orfeo was 39 years
old when he had his first consciously-recalled alien encounter, but
there is an undeniable childlike quality that comes across in his
writing that makes it difficult to imagine he was seeking fame or
attention or money. He honestly believed that the Space Brothers – who
had walked into his life from out of the blue – had charged him with the
mission of making their presence and good intentions for mankind known.
Orfeo’s first book was called “The Secret of the Saucers” and came
out in 1955. He begins by telling the story of his childhood, which he
spent a great deal of in bed due to a poorly diagnosed aliment the
doctors called “constitutional inadequacy.” The symptoms included great
physical weakness, lassitude, lack of appetite and malnutrition. He
tired easily and the slightest physical effort left him weak and
exhausted. He also suffered from migraine headaches and it seemed at
times that his every nerve and muscle ached with excruciating pain.
When Orfeo was in the ninth grade, his doctors advised that he leave
school and continue his studies at home. Orfeo liked the arrangement
because it allowed him to do all the reading in the various sciences
that he wished. After a year of plenty of rest and a weight-building
diet, the doctors said he could return to school. But since his family
had suffered some financial reverses in the meantime, it was decided
that he should instead go to work for his uncle’s flooring and stucco
company. Which again left him with the freedom to voraciously read books
In 1936, Orfeo met his future bride, Mabel Borgianini, an Italian
girl who he says was a direct descendant of the famous Italian Borgias.
Her happy, cheerful disposition helped keep Orfeo from brooding over his
ill health. A year after their marriage, they had their first son,
Raymond. But a short while later, Orfeo had a complete physical
breakdown that left him bedridden in a hospital for 18 months. His body
and mind were so tortured that he longed for the release of physical
death. When he recovered, against all odds, he returned to work and
began classes in night school, determined to pursue his interest in the
Orfeo had had a lifelong phobia about thunderstorms, which had caused
him miserable physical and psychological symptoms since he was a child.
Because his beloved native New Jersey was often subject to violent
thunderstorms, he was glad when Mabel began to talk of moving to the
West Coast, where thunderstorms rarely happened. In November 1947,
Orfeo, Mabel, Richard and their second son, Raymond, set out by car for
Los Angeles. After spending some pleasant, “touristy” time exploring the
region, the Angeluccis decided to make their home there.
This period, 1947 and afterwards, was when flying saucers first began
to make headlines worldwide. Orfeo was completely disinterested in the
phenomenon and figured they were only a new type of aircraft being
secretly developed and that the information would come out in due time.
Orfeo found work at the Lockheed Aircraft plant in Burbank in their
metal fabrication department and, later, their plastics division,
working the swing shift.
In “The Secret of the Saucers,” Orfeo recalls the exact date –
Friday, May 23, 1952 – when his journey of discovery and revelation
began. He was at his job at Lockheed when, around 11 P.M., he felt an
odd pricking sensation running through his hands and arms and up to the
back of his neck along with a slight heart palpitation and a sense of
his nerves being on edge. These were the familiar symptoms that always
came before a bad electrical storm. He expected to see heavy threatening
clouds in the sky, but the Southern California night was exceptionally
clear and the stars were bright. He was puzzled but continued working.
When the quitting whistle sounded at 12:30 A.M., he was exhausted almost
beyond his capacity to endure.
As he drove home, he felt increasingly nervous and tense and said he
sensed a force of some kind around him. He wondered if his old illness
was returning and whether he might again be confined to bed with
excruciating pain. He noticed that his eyesight was glazing over and the
sounds of the traffic around him were strangely muffled and far away
now. The night seemed to be growing brighter, as though enveloped in a
soft golden haze.
Next, he saw a red, faintly glowing oval-shaped object that began to
increase in brilliance. The object stayed in view as he continued to
drive home until it hovered over a deserted stretch of road called
Forest Lawn Drive. As the pain of his symptoms increased, the object
veered sharply to the right. It was then that it occurred to Orfeo that
he might be seeing a flying saucer, the sort of thing he had read about
for years. Two smaller objects, green in color, came out of the red
object and hovered only a few feet away. They were three feet in
diameter and hung there silently while their green light fluctuated
Then, from what seemed to be an area between the two eerie balls of
green fire, came a masculine voice speaking perfect English. Orfeo
writes that at that point he was in a state of shock and therefore
cannot report the conversation verbatim. He does recall, however, that
the first words spoken to him were, “Don’t be afraid, Orfeo. We are
friends!” Then the voice asked him to exit his car, which he did, in
spite of feeling so weak and shaky that he could barely stand.
The kindly voice told Orfeo that the green objects were “instruments
of transmission and reception” unlike anything developed on Earth and
that they were being used for Orfeo to communicate with “friends from
another world.” Orfeo dimly remembered thinking that he should say
something but was stunned into utter silence, wondering if he had
completely lost his mind.
The voice began to speak to Orfeo about things no stranger could
know, at which point all traces of fear left Orfeo. But he suddenly felt
thirsty. The voice, apparently reading his mind, directed Orfeo to
drink from a goblet that suddenly appeared on his car’s fender. Drinking
the delicious beverage caused his various discomforts to vanish
completely and gave him a sensation of strength and well-being. He
thanked the voice and the goblet disappeared.
Then, in the area between the two green fireballs, a luminous,
three-dimensional television screen began to gradually take form. Images
of the heads and shoulders of two persons appeared on the screen, one
male and one female. The two figures struck Orfeo as “being the ultimate
of perfection. There was an impressive nobility about them” and they
“emanated a seeming radiance that filled me with wonder.” Orfeo also had
the confusing feeling that the two figures were familiar, as though
previous encounters with them were stored in his memory.
They seemed able to read his mind at its deepest levels, and Orfeo
felt he stood before them in a “kind of spiritual nakedness.” There
seemed to be a telepathic exchange of information happening, with
thoughts and understandings that would have taken hours of normal
conversation passing between Orfeo and the people on the screen in mere
seconds. Then the two figures faded and the screen vanished. Orfeo was
on the point of blacking out when the initial voice spoke again, saying
that Orfeo was understandably confused but that he would comprehend
everything that happened later on. “The road will be open, Orfeo,” the
voice assured him.
The thought flashed through Orfeo’s mind, “Why have they contacted me – a humble aircraft worker – a nobody?”
The voice explained that their selection process was not conducted
with the limited senses of man but was based on their superior
understanding of what an individual Earthling really is. They were also
aware of how flying saucers were a source of humor to most people, as it
was meant to be. Earth was supposed to become accustomed gradually to
the idea of space visitors, and it was good that they be taken lightly
at first for the sake of human civilization’s stability.
Although the Space Brothers would help mankind as best they could,
there were cosmic laws that prohibited interfering too directly in the
evolution of a given planet. Earth must work out its own destiny, but
the danger is greater than people realized. The voice alluded to an evil
enemy that was preparing secretly and in vast numbers to do what damage
it could to the people of Earth. This is interesting because it
involves a more complicated moral scenario than mere alien saviors
preaching an impossible kind of “sweetness and light.” Instead, they
freely acknowledge that there are many battles to be fought and that
mankind is up against subtle, insidious influences intended to lead him
on the path to his own destruction.
“As I listened to that kind, gentle voice,” Orfeo writes, “I began to
feel a warm, glowing wave of love enfold me; so powerful that it seemed
as a tangible soft, golden light. For a wonderful moment I felt
infinitely greater, finer and stronger than I knew myself to be. It was
as though momentarily I had transcended mortality and was somehow
related to these superior beings.”
The voice told Orfeo that he would be contacted again and said a warm goodnight, calling Orfeo “friend.”
“Bewilderment, incredulity, shock and stark fear flooded over me,”
Orfeo writes. “I had the sudden conviction that I had lost my mind and
gone raving mad. What I had witnessed, I felt, just couldn’t have
He got in his car and drove home, desperate to return to “the world
of sane reality.” Mabel asked why he was so late and looked so
terrified. He said he would tell her tomorrow, which he spent in bed,
still feeling the aftereffects of what he’d experienced. When he told
Mabel the incredible story the following day, she believed him, saying
he had always been truthful with her.
From a Flying Saucer, Orfeo Was Able to View Earth From Space
Two months later, in July 1952, Orfeo had an experience onboard a UFO
in which he was able to view the Earth from outer space. Again, an
alien voice spoke to Orfeo as the awestruck mortal sat in a form-fitting
chair on the craft: “Orfeo, you are looking upon Earth – your home!
From here, over a thousand miles away in space, it appears as the most
beautiful planet in the heavens and a haven of peace and tranquility.
But you and your Earthly brothers know the true conditions there.”
As he listened to the tender, gentle intonations of the wonderful
voice, Orfeo began to be overwhelmed by sadness and wept, something he
had not done since childhood. The tears worked to cleanse and purify him
and to free him from the unfeeling shell of “The Reasoner” he had come
to pride himself on being as an adult.
The voice seemed to join in Orfeo’s weeping and said, “For all of its
apparent beauty, Earth is a purgatorial world among the planets
evolving intelligent life. Hate, selfishness and cruelty rise from many
parts of it like a dark mist.”
Again, the Space Brothers acknowledge their opposition to a dark and
evil force working in our world, something similar to the war between
the Archangel Michael and Satan prophesied in the Book of Revelation.
The allusion to an armed conflict between good and evil over the destiny
of mankind adds a degree of moral complexity to the overall mix that
ups the realism factor greatly.
Orfeo is then taken further out into space and shown demonstrations
of various other types of alien spacecraft while the voice continues to
speak of the love for mankind that is inherent in everything the Space
Brothers do. Orfeo hears beautiful music as he flies out into deep
space, the music of the spheres, an expression of how vibrantly alive
the stars and planets are throughout the universe. But he continues to
cry in shame, as though repenting for the sins of all mankind at once.
“I wondered how those great beings could love such a one as I,” he writes, “or any of mankind.”
This echoes the Bible, Psalm 8: 3-4, “When I look at thy heavens, the
work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars which thou hast
established; what is man that thou art mindful of him, and the son of
man that thou dost care for him?” This is a recurring pattern among many
contactees of Orfeo’s period and after him as well. Their experiences
relate to what is found in ancient scriptures, including the Bible,
seamlessly and without apparent conscious effort on the contactee’s
part. One is therefore led to conclude that the Space Brothers of our
present era are the same entities we call Ancient Astronauts when they
appear in the context of our earliest religious writings. The fact that
they also seem to be at war with some form of devil – with mankind as
the battlefield – also speaks to their timeless presence among us. They
are more ancient than we know what ancient means.
Orfeo then undergoes a baptism not in water but in light. He sees his
entire life flash before his eyes in a panoramic vision and fears that
he is dying. He regains something more like normal consciousness and is
returned home. He had felt a burning sensation below his heart during
his profound “initiation,” and as he undressed for bed he saw a circular
burn about the size of a quarter in that same place. He felt it was a
sign from the Space Brothers intended to help him remember that the
experience had been physically real as he faced the cold light of the
Orfeo’s next adventure with the Space Brothers was a face-to-face
meeting with a being he called Neptune. It was August 2, 1952, and Orfeo
was taking a late evening stroll near the Hyperion Avenue Freeway
Bridge, where he had earlier seen the ship that took him out into space.
Neptune appeared from out of the darkness and called out, “Greetings,
Orfeo!” The Space Brother had the same noble, handsome countenance as
the figures Orfeo had seen on the mysterious viewing screen during his
After some introductory chitchat, Neptune began to deliver the same woeful message about Earth and its dark future.
“I may tell you,” Neptune said, “that, to the entities of certain
other worlds, Earth is regarded as ‘the accursed planet,’ and ‘the home
of reprobate, fallen ones.’ Others call your Earth ‘the home of
sorrows.’ For Earth’s evolution is evolution through pain, sorrow, sin,
suffering and the illusion of physical death.”
One is reminded that one of the most basic tenets of the Buddha is
that, “All life is sorrowful,” but Neptune also prophesies that mankind
will survive the inevitable warfare of Armageddon and rejoice in the
coming of the New Age in which people will forget their bitter hurts and
build constructively together upon the solid foundation of the
Brotherhood of Man. He tells Orfeo not to doubt the reality of what he
is experiencing and that Orfeo’s account of his encounters will give
greater faith and inner conviction to only a few – but it is an
“The road is open now,” Neptune said. “Walk it as you will.”
Orfeo had been writing about his experiences and hoped to find a
publisher willing to believe his story enough to print his manuscript
and get it out before the public. When there were no takers, he began to
consider the idea of self-publishing his narrative in newspaper form
and calling it “The Twentieth Century Times,” in spite of Mabel’s
Orfeo was already suffering a great deal of “ribbing” about his
interest in UFOs from his coworkers, and seeking further public
attention would make life even more difficult for his sons, whose
schoolmates had learned of his flying saucer fascination. But the Space
Brothers had given him such an intense sense of mission about spreading
the word about them that he pressed on heedlessly in his efforts to get
his story out. He was also giving weekly lectures about the Space
Brothers to increasingly larger crowds at a local social club and was
pleased to find a sympathetic, believing group of kindred spirits.
Orfeo and others at Giant Rock
With the help of Max Miller, the president of Flying Saucers
International, an organization devoted to the study of UFOs, Orfeo put
together the Flying Saucer Convention at the Hollywood Hotel. The
featured speakers included Frank Scully, George Van Tassel and George
Adamski, some of the biggest names in the field at the time. The crowds
overflowed out onto Hollywood Boulevard to hear the message, but there
were also the obligatory negative voices being heard as well. A woman
who had been continually buttonholing Orfeo to quote the scriptures and
in general revile his efforts finally succeeded in getting Orfeo to
display some real anger, an unusual emotion for him to feel.
“When at last I literally blew my top,” Orfeo writes, “she joyfully
picked up her data and departed, shouting that my temper proved I was an
agent of the devil.”
Orfeo also reports on attending a convention of science fiction
writers at the Hotel Commodore in Los Angeles where he was surprised to
learn that UFOs were now a taboo subject for this particular kind of
literati. Orfeo says this was most likely due to the fact that the Space
Brothers are beautiful, heavenly entities but it was tales of horror
and fear that sold books.
“But the joke is on them,”Orfeo writes, “for reality has slipped
quietly past them and established new frontiers of its own. The
science-fictioneers were induced by subtle forces to ignore flying
saucers, as were many other materialistic sources of information. During
the welcome lull, the actual flying saucer phenomenon and the
extraterrestrials were left to the inexperienced but honest handling of
rank amateurs. At first these men were inept and inarticulate, but they
are finding their voices and their numbers are rapidly increasing. The
Space Brothers had actually only cleared the atmosphere for them. Had
the professional spinners of horror fiction stuck to the theme of flying
saucers, the true contacts should never have been able to perform their
Whitley Strieber, the abductee whose bestseller “Communion” put the
alien abduction phenomenon in the spotlight for a new and sizable
audience in the 1980s, once made a similar remark. He said the Visitors
had ultimately bypassed the government and the media and gone straight
to the people who interested them, what we might call a “populist” or
grassroots effort independent of the sanctions of officialdom.
There is much more to the story Orfeo Angelucci tells in “The Secret
of the Saucers,” including a brief but beautiful conversation with the
living Jesus Christ and a short visit to the paradise that is the Space
Brothers’ home world. Orfeo died in 1993 at the age of 81 and presumably
went to dwell there with them as he awaits the New Age on Earth that
his life and work were part of creating.