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