Friday December 12th, 2008 - By Whiteley Streiber
It is late here, midnight passing. December has come again, and for the past few months I have been enduring the same demonic nights that I experience every year at this time, as my spirit relives the hard pilgrimage that led to the night of December 26, 1985.
The feelings are so complex, the fears so deep and the love, too, so deep, that sometimes, even after all these years,the whole emotional avalanche of having the visitors emerge into my life threatens to drown me.
Nowadays, Ted Owens remains a remarkable example of possible, even likely, true contact with the alien presence even more than 20 years after his death. Owens was one of the few documented cases in which his paranormal claims could be empirically proven, similar in some ways to Uri Geller, the Israeli psychic who could telekinetically bend spoons and stop watches before one's very eyes.
Owens, who billed himself as "PK Man" (Psychokinetic Man), had the testimonies and affidavits of lawyers and other reliable sources to prove his abilities-which included being able to predict as well as control the weather, to cause lightning to strike a given location at will, or even to cause a UFO to appear to awestruck witnesses.
"What strikes you as the likeliest of these notions?"
"Mountain peaks catching the sunshine."
"Might it not be the glare of a city, or a powerful search-light--in
short, a signal?"
"Oh dear, no," exclaimed the astronomer, smiling incredulously. "The
idea of signalling has got into people's heads through the outcry raised
about it some time ago, when Mars was in 'opposition' and near the
earth. I suppose you are thinking of the plan for raising and lowering
the lights of London to attract the notice of the Martians?"
"No; I believe I told you of the singular experience I had some five or
six years ago with an old astronomer, who thought he had established an
optical telegraph to Mars?"
"Oh, yes, I remember now. Ah, that poor old chap was insane. Like the
astronomer in _Rasselas_, he had brooded so long in solitude over his
visionary idea that he had come to imagine it a reality."
"Might there not be some truth in his notion? Perhaps he was only a
little before his time."
Gazen shook his head.
"You see," he replied, "Mars is a much older planet than ours. In winter
the Arctic snows extend to within forty degrees of the equator, and the
climate must be very cold. If human beings ever existed on it they must
have died out long ago, or sunk to the condition of the Eskimo."
It’s clear from what Beckley has to say that the world of Ufology back then was very different to that of today. For a start, it still possessed a sense of humor and wasn’t full of pompous, self-important ufologists (or there were certainly less of them, at least!). And the subject was full of something else too: characters.
Many sensitive people I know have actually stated to me something along the lines of 'there's an energetic bubble' covering Roswell since way back when. Over the course of 25 years or more of my involvement with the two I too ahve always noticed this seeming energetic doorway or barrier one passes through about 40 miles out from Roswell in almost every direction.
I am old enough to remember when flying saucers were fun.
Hundreds, thousands of people were seeing mysterious things in the sky. Not just lights, but metallic discs, cigars, and flying machines. Every now and then, there would be a close contact, as with the Florida Scoutmaster I read about in Boys Life. But even more fascinating were the intimate contacts with the pilots and crew of these extraterrestrial spacecraft: the kindly Venusians who took George Adamski on a tour of the solar system, or the less kindly nightmarish monsters with acid tentacles who stopped cars on lonely roads in West Virgina.
I liked the Venusians better. The eight-foot-tall slithering horrors were too frightening.
Outside the limit of our sight, feeding off us, perched on top of us, from birth to death, are our owners! Our owners! They have us. They control us! They are our masters! Wake up! They're all about you! All around you! ~ The Preacher man, from They Live.
Somewhere in Great Britain, a group of schoolchildren visit the local planetarium. While looking through the giant telescope, one young lad, Rodney, sees what appears to be a flying saucer circling the planet Venus. Nobody believes him, however, and the class returns to school.
In centrally located Braxton County, will be exporting the tale of the Flatwoods Monster, an alien creature said to have crash-landed near the tiny town 56 years ago. Hundreds are expected to gather at the Alban Art & Conference Center in St. Albans to rekindle interest in the curious event and raise its profile in the annals of West Virginia history.
As folklore tells it, early in the evening of Sept. 12, 1952, several residents of Flatwoods claimed to have witnessed a UFO. Schoolchildren Edward and Fred May, along with their friend Tommy Hyer, spotted a calamitous crash on a nearby farm and rushed to investigate. They and several others joining them reported finding a strobing ball of fire accompanied by a noxious mist. Under an oak tree not far away the group encountered a creature emitting a “shrill hissing noise.” The terrified group fled in due haste.
His 1972 book The UFO Experience: A Scientific Inquiry contained his proposal for a system of classifying UFO sightings. The system was envisioned as a first step in legitimizing UFO research as a valid scientific pursuit. When a witness is less than 500 feet from the observed phenomena, this was labeled a Close Encounter. The distance from the observer was important because, depending on the apparent size of the observed anomaly, details may be less obvious and mistaken for something truly unknown.
