Subject: One Man Who Went Aboard An Alien Space Craft. Parts 7, 8 and 9.
Sept. 2, 2003.
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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 vision.
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 Time.
"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 us!"
"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 spir-tual 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 ca-cer. 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:
"We know your mind is filled with questions. One question in
particular troubles you an it concerns the entity the world knows
as J--us Christ. May we set your mind at rest. In allegorical
language Christ is indeed the Son of G-d. 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 he-l of
ignorance, woe and e-il. As the Sun Sp-rit who sacrificed Himself
for the children of woe he has become a part of the oversoul of
mankind and the world spir-t. In this He differs from all other
world teachers.
"Each person upon Earth has a spi-itual, or unknown, self which
transcends the material world and consciousness and dwells
eternally out of the Time dimension in s-iritual 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 de-th 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 de-th and becomes his real immortal
self made in the image and likeness of -od Your Teacher has told
you, G-d 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 sp-ritual scrutiny of
that great, compassionate consciousness I felt like a crawling
worm - unclean, filled with error and s-n. Yes, I say si-, but not
in the ordinary sense men use that word. Rather -in as s-n really
is. And basically si- 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. S-n
is any and all deviations from absolute truth, perfect love,
absolute honesty and righteous motives. Thus actual si- has
little to do with Earthly standards of -in.
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
existence.
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.
In an 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
sp-ritual evolution of mankind, I had been expendable in this life.
Thus had I passed through de-th 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.
I glanced 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.
Part 7.
Part 8.
Chapter III
MY 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 sp-ritual illumination I had
received in the saucer left me something of a stranger to my own
planet, Earth.
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 House.
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 way.
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 forget that.
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 s-iritual 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!"
My heart almost stopped beating, for immediately I recognized
the vibrant, beautiful voice of the being who had spoken to me in
the saucer.
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: "Greetings...to you..."
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
you."
"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 serenity.
"Come, Orfeo," he said gently, continuing on past me. "We have
many things to discuss tonight."
I followed 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 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 world.
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.
Then I 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.
But 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?
He moved 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. 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, s-n, 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 d-ath?"
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 d-ath.
But in the glory and wonder of their world they grew proud and
arrogant. They made w-r 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 de-ths each
entity slowly and painfully evolves spi-itually 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 Go- 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 waters.
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 terms."
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 other things..."
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 e-il. Along with
good all men have ev-l in their hearts to a degree. But some are
much more evi- than others. Communism is a necessary e-il 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 ev-l is always eventually self-destroyed."
Part 8.
Part 9.
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 wa- 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."
He stopped speaking and turned his radiant eyes full upon me. In
the half-light his countenance was truly resplendent.
"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 perception. 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 Sun.
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 G-d 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 mankind."
"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 wa- will break when it is least
expected; when men are talking of peace. I cannot say more."
With 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
ground."
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." When I made no reply, he said:
"I'm thirsty, Orfeo. Perhaps you know where we might get a drink
of water?"
"Oh yes....yes 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.
I tossed 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
ev-l 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'."
Chapter IV
"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 Neptune.
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 weeks.
With time off from work, I was soon able to complete the
manuscript. Also, 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.
Part 9.
John Winston. ***@mlode.com