SAGASHA - Mystery Dust From Space by Elgar Brom (UFO)

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. M Y S T E R I O U S D U S T F R O M S P A C EB Y E L G A " R B R O M

C H A P T E R O N E : T H E A W A K E N I N G . I- 3C H A P T E R T W O : A T R I P V I A T E L E P O R T A T I O N 8C H A P T E R T H R E E : A L I E N M A T E R I A L I Z E S A N D A T T E M P T E D M U R D E R . 1 0C H A P T E R F O U R : T H E C U R S E O F T H E B L U E D U S T 1 3C H A P T E R F I V E : c O N T A C T I S M A D E - C H A N N E L I N G B E G I N S 1 7C H A P T E R S I X : R U N I N W I T H T H E M E N I N B L A C K 1 9C H A P T E R S E V E N : A W O R L D C A L L E D E T R A A 2 1

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(3)C H A P T E R O N E : ' T H E A W A K E N I N G

I t was a clear, fall night in October, 1965. There was a crisp-ness in the air with just a touch of nip. A dark, gray sky was empty ofstars. Ron and I were driving back from a ..eeting of the First P sychicChurch of B rightmoor in Michigan, traveling east on Northline R oad. Wehad just turned off to the left on Catherine S treet which curved gentlyfor two blocks before fronting my home, when a peculiar forntation ofclouds and light in the eastward sky caught our attention. "What couldthat be?" R on slowed his pace as we watched. I had never seen anythingeven slightly resembling it before this. "L et's stop, Ron. I 'dlike to take a look."We got out of the car to ensure ourselves a better look. Onevery large cloud, roughly circular in shape, extended over an area Ijudged to cover two blocks in length. R ays of bright light radiated outfrom behind, as if a brilliant sun were being temporarily blocked. S uper-imposed on the larger cloud were three smaller oval-shaped clouds. Thesewere evenly positioned across the larger cloud in a downward directionto the right. The entire grouping was at approximately 90 degrees tothe horizon .The sky surrounding was dark.S uddenly, a small red light emerged from the right side ofthe lower right small cloud. The light came toward us for a short dis-tance, then made a right angle turn northward. It disappeared as we watch-ed its progress. I t didn' t move out of sight, but vanished even while wewatched. R on and I stood silent, intent while a second red light camefrom behind the left side of the small cloud, behaving as the first had.Then from the left corner of the center cloud, a third light made itsentry. This time, it did not make a 45 degree turn, but came swiftlyand silently toward us in a swooping, gliding, downward arc.We were mesmerized, standing mute, together at the side of theroad. I t came down, down, and down. The moment seemed to encompass anintolerable length of time. There was no sound except my heartthundering in my ears.The object was now close enough to note description. I t waspulsating orange in color. A rim protruded from around the center,extending around the entire oval shaped body. I t hung very clearly out-lined in the sky. Time had ceased. I t was as if it hovered therewaiting for us to take in all the details we could. Most peculiar wastheeeling of reverence that had taken hold of me. Without thought, Ifound myself on my knees whispering, "Thank you, God." R on was stillbeside me, but what he was doing or feeling seemed of no concern to me.r was alone in the presence of a great love oblivious to everything else.Then I blinked and the object was gone. One moment it was there and thenext I COU ldn' t see it any longer. With this, two more lights, one fromeither side of the left-most cloud, moved out and to the north before thecloud forlnation began to break up. At the bottom we saw what looked likethe lower portion of a glowing ,' orange circle. I nstantly, I was on myfeet, embarrassed that I had been kneeling in the dirt.Almost immediately we left for home. Once there, I could not for-get the incident. We had seen the lights and their odd behavior. Then itstruck me. I f one were to make a circle from the lower portion of theglowing orange we had seen, it would have to be at least ten times largerthen the moon. A circle of that size would have extended over the top


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(4)of the cloud grouping, yet none had. The only possible fon" it wouldtake then, was cylindrical like a cigar -- like a mother ship. Ron call-ed an hour later. H e had also come to the same conclusion. U nlike me,Ron had the type of mathematical mind that accepted nothing unless itcould be proven.

A STRANGE ENCOUNTER- -Two weeks later, John C. came to my door to tell me about whatturned out to be the second episode in this bizarre narrative. It willbe necessary to tell you something about this boy in order to explainour relationship a bit better.John, brought into my life by my oldest son>, was only twelvewhen I first met him. From that first meeting on, he had been a frequentvisitor at our home. He and I spent many late hours discussinglife, playing mental games, sending and receiving thought. We had suchmental rapport, we often conversed without words.His father had once remarked that he did not understand his ownson. He felt that perhaps John had been born three hundred years toosoon. H is mother had expressed her gratitude to me for being his friend.I seemed to be the only person who understood him enough to toleratehim. I recall one rainy night, after a profound discussion on religion,I stood at the door watching him go. He was hunched over the handlebarsof his bi~e, raincoat wide open, flapping out behind. I had saidaloud, "What is John?" H e had resembled some lost specie of gangliaas he sprawlea-his body around the metal frame, no, more like along-legged. bird .making "a spartan effort to become like the humans hehad found h~self among.His mother had suggested I was his friend, but I didn'tparticularly like him. He was lacking in ordinary human emotions. H edidhave one outstanding characteristic, he never forgot a voice he hadheard or a detail he had seen or read.Frequently, John would try manipulating the rest of my familyfor some purpose, most of the time that being to get his hands onsame money or possession of theirs. I was often angry at him fordoing so because they would part with whatever h e wanted and notrealize they had been used.But this night, he stood outside my door. I suspected wewere in for a spot of drama t o get him back in my good graces. But hebegan accusing me of playing tricks on him. Upon questioning he toldus the following story.On the first day of October he had received a letter postmark-ed New York. I t was written in a strange, squarish script. He was toldin the letter to meet the writer on Tuesday at 9 P.M. on a lonelycountry road tn a nearby town called Flat R ock. No specific date wasmentioned in the letter. H ow could the writer know the letter might notreach John after Tuesday? B ut he kept the appointment onthat specific Tuesday following receipt of the letter. H e went earlierthen ~pectfied,parked the car where it could not be readily seenand waited for whatever was to happen.At exactly nine an old model car with one headlight .shining came slowly into view and stopped. John waited to see whowould get out. No one did. The car sat and John sat until he realizedthat there was no one behind the wheel. Thinking that the driver hadgotten out somehow without detection, he decided to risk investigatingthe car. After searching it thoroughly and finding no clues, he pre-pared to leave. H e was suddenly aware of the fact that he was on a very


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(5)isolated stretch of road, and that no one had passed by since hisarrival. John realized that anything could happen. Cold fingers liftedthe hair under his collar. "Is anybody here? Show yourself! Make your-self known or I 'm leaving," he demanded. When he didn't get ananswer, John headed" back toward his own car. H is hand w as on thedoor handle when he heard his name being called. The voice had ametallic quality to it, or an electronic sound and it appeared tooriginate franl a clump 0; bushes. "Who is it?" John asked. "I f youdon' t show yourself, I ' m leaving," he proclaimed with more bravadothan CrnMnon sense. A gentle voice responded to the effect that hecould leave when the time was right and not before. As was in keepingwith John' s personality, when told he could not do something, hetried to do it. However, he found he couldn't remove his hand fromthe door handle or cause it to turn."We will do you no hazm, II the voice announced firntly andwith authority. It spoke of a future meeting at which" time furtherinfoDnation would be given. John was not to worry, they would contacthim. "And if I don't care to come?" he baited. nyou have no choice inthe matter. You will do as we say.n There was no threat in thestatement. It was more as if the speaker had never experienced defiance.. The voice stopped abruptly. John waited a moment beforerushing to the clump of bushes and examining them. There was no

.. ... . II s1gn of el~ctron~c.equ1pment that could have caused_thevo1ce-- nor were there any footprints. The only thing that he did findon the ground was' a small. amount of .a strange blue dust -- blue dust..that would play an important part in our bizarre encounter witho th er -w or ld ly i nt el li ge nc e... . ... . ~ .THE SECOND MESSAGE

One weekCarolina. It wasthe message thatroad.later the second letter arrived postmarked S outhwritten in the same handwriting, undated and containedJohn should meet them at 9 P.M. on Tuesday on a country

This time a voice emanated from a spherical light about thesize of a dinner plate located in the middle of an open field. Thevoice again sounded recorded or mechanical. John was told theyknew a great deal about himithings" he himself had forgotten. This time mname was mentioned during the conversation, which convinced JohnI was a part of the hoax. He was told again that they would contacthim, that he was not to concern himself that they would approach him.H is only concern would be to follow the next. contacts orders.When the voice stopped, the sphere shot up into the trees in anobl!que Manner as if pulled up by a crane. As he stood watching, adtsc-shaped craft soared low over his head. The belly of the craft wascovered with square symbo L s , At this point, John asked me for paperand pencil. Without hesitation, he wrote twenty-five characters onthe paper. I wish now that I had kept the letter, but at the time Iwas certain that this was only a concoction of John' s fertile mind.Muchlater, in our attempt to put things together, he tried to write thesecharacters down but he couldn't recall even one.It proved useless to try and persuade John that I had nothingto do with either of these events. I pointed out that I COUldn'tatford to spend money setting up such an elaborate hoax, nor could Ihire operators to set the stage so elegantly just to annoy him. Wetold him of the mysterious cloud fOL ntation R on and I had witnessed. Hethought we were simply trying to do him one better. B ut after checking


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(6)the calender we found that John's first meeting had occurred on thesame night w~ had seen the cloud ~ormations and craft. ~other factbecame apparent, the cloud format10n had been located d1rectly aboveJohnls place of resi~ence.After this sighting, I received a telephone call from the comm-unity bowling alley, Skore Lanes. Someone had calle_d there asking forRon. Since he wasn't there, they then asked if the attendant wouldrelay the message through me."Why would they call you at the bowling alley?" I..ater askedRon who had been out of town at the time. -J "You don It even bowl!""They want Ron and you to meet them at the end of NorthlineRoad at nine o' clock," the attendant told me.When we spoke with him in person the attendant was very excitedabout the call. He related that he couldn't identify the voice as be-ing etheT male or female. "I asked what they wanted, and they saidthe call was in reference to a job." He pointed toward the restaurantaect.fon of th.e alley'. "Why wouldn't they arrange to come here insteadof on a lonely' road?" When I asked to see the slip of paper the messagen a B been written on the attendant went to the back. H e returned a':minutelater with a puzzled look on his face. "That's really funny,"he s'aid. It-I,s' gone. All the rest of the messages from last night are'$tiil tJteil?e, I mt this particular one is 'missing. Something funny for. SU~e i'S:'--gQing .on. 11 .That was enough for us. Without saying another word we headedfor Northline Road which is located near the Metropolitan Airport.John accompanied me along with two musicians from a local band whopracticed in our basement, Bill, and Donald. At the time, the road wasblocked, ending just before reaching the airfield. It was being widenedto provide better access to the airport. We stopped the truck we weredriving just before a b ar ri ca de , to ok a lantern wi th us, and started toinspect the area. We had no idea what we were looking for. We couldhardly expect anyone to still be waiting for us to appear since themeeting had been set up for the previous night.We headed in the direction of an open field to our left. Theentire area was grown over with weeds, three, sometimes four feethigh. On closer inspection, we noticed they were beat down as if somegreat weight had flattened them. Then we saw that they formed a circleand that they were pressed flat in a clockwise direction. They rimmeda circular indention approx~mately 20 feet across.We all walked around the indention and studied it closely. Icame upon a perfect, rectangular pit cut out of the ground. The pitseemed almo~t cut by a sharp blade, it was so perfectly formed. Wejudged !.t to be ax-ound three feet wide, 10 feet long and six or eightInches Beep. 11mnediately beside it was a shorter pit, perfectlyfOl?l1led. "Could this have been made by a landing gear?" I wanted toknow, but no one answered.- - .My son, Brian began slowly walking toward a small hillockon wfii~n a tree stood. We watched him move in slow motion. He turnedtcask if l' could hear him from where he stood. "Yes, we can hear you. I~7~as' s-ta,ll:din


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I found some leaves lying around and collected some of theblue dust on them. It was moist because the ground was wet from anearlier sprinkling of snow. I took these leaves to a pharmacist thenext day and asked if he had any idea what the blue dust might be.He took the dust into his little back room and studied it. After tenminutes or so, he came back out front to tell me that he knew itcontai.ned sulfur, and that whatever i twas ,.i t had been on the leavesa very long time. H e ' added that he believed it to be some sort offungus. B y the next evening Ron had returned from the U pper P eninsula.He stopped over to hear of the latest incident, but insisted that wewere teaming up to give him the business. "L et's take him to seethe area," John suggested, so we piled into R onls' car and drove backout to the vicinity of the airport.Outside it was still raining, a gentle cold rain so lightit came close to being more mist than rain. I t could not haveaccounted for what we found at the field. Within one day, that entirearea had been torn up into huge mounds of earth. Nothing was left ofwhat we had seen. Of course, R on laughed loudly. John and I stoodby too ashamed to even look at one another. I was indeed beginningto believe that we were making up the entire story. There just hadto be an explanation. I gazed out over the field. "L ook, there' swhere the bulldozer made its way out onto the road -- let' s follow it.1IAt the time, it seemed a perfectly normal thing to do. There wasn' tmuch conversation between us. R on was very angry, thinking we weretrying to pull a fast one over on him.,After that, John and I made frequent pilgrimages to the endof Northline R oad. S ometimes, we just sat and waited, other, timeswe got out and walked around the field. About a month after ourexperience, we found the area fenced in and a sign warned us:.ffKE E POU T, P R OP E R TY OF U.S . GOVERNMENT.".Late.r, I was introduced to a ~lrs. P hillips, a fairly wellknown local psychic. S he showed me a newspaper article in which thewriter announced that U FOs had been sighted over Northline R oadduring this period.Around the time of this experience, I was planning on moving.I would make frequent trips out to the yard with the garbage Ihad removed from the closets and cupboards. That night, however,when we returned from the airport field, and after everyone had gone,I decided not to do any more packing or cleaning. The next morningmy son inquired who had been at the door about 12:30 the night before.I hadn't heard anyone and I told him so. Then I asked whattime the doorbell had rung because at 12:30, I had still been up."Twelve-thirty or so," he answered."Did you hear voices?" I wanted to know."No, but when it stopped, I thought you had let whoever itwas in. I went back to sleep." We forgot "about the entire incident,until our first trip to the yard. When the door was opened, wefound one large footprint on the door sill. It was made by a flatshoe, no heel mark visible. It was embedded in the snow which layon the sill. At the bottom of the print was a layer of blue dust. Therewas one more print on the sidewalk also imbedded in snow, thebottom of which was mixed with the identical substance. They wereobviously trying to tell us something -- but what?

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(8)C H A P T E R T W O : " A T R IP V I A T E L E P O R T A T I O N

I am obligated to stress the fact that since I was not a witnesto these events, I cannot truly report them without telling you that Iinclude them simply because they are so important to the continuityof the story. Also, subsequen~ events have borne this -out. However, Istill beseech the reader to bear in mind that I report only what Johnhas claimed to experience.Like every suburban co Itmr onit y, T ay lor, Mi chig an bo aste d ashopping center located near the main road. John had been looking intoa s~ore window when he noticed a man beside him. He appeared to be watcing John, pretending to peer into the window. There was nothing out-standing about the man -- medium hair,. medium height and nondescriptattire. But his manner put John on the defensive. H e had completedshopping anyway so he crossed over into the parking lot. L ooking back,he saw the man had somehow made his way to the farthest end of theshop row and was also crossing the parking lot. This would place him atleast two hundred feet down from where John was crossing, moving towardhis car. H e felt he could relax now that he had put such greatdistance between him and his.pursuer.He had reached his car and had just seated himself, reachingout to close the door behind him ~en he heard a light tapping at thewindow on the passenger side. The man was smiling at him through thewindow,'indicating his desire to be allowed to enter the car.There seemed absolutely no way the man could have covered that distancein such a short time. John was confused, not sure of what his nextmove ought to be -- should he start the car, or let the man in? Helet the man in."We have an appointment." H e spoke softly to John when he hadlet himself down onto the seat. There was nothing threatening abouthi s ap peara nce. He voice was soft, devoid of any accent, heenunciated distinctly and slowly. Like someone who had learnedthe language under formal teaching."I don't recall ever seeing you before, let alone making anappointment." I t wouldn't do to show concern, so John resolutely made.. . . . . - . . . .his manner a cool one. "I don' t know you, that's for sure." John' slast shred of reticence disappeared. "There's no way you could havecovered that distance. It's hot h umanl y po ssib le."H is campanion said nothing for a long moment, as if awaitinga signal to begin the explanation. Without looking at John, he saidin a voice that was barely audible, "But, I am not human!""Then how come you look human?"John wanted to know."I appear to you in this form in order to put you at ease." Hestill did not raise his eyes to John, his voice remained quiet anddeliberate. There was a noticeable pause before every answer and anattitude of waiting after each answer. John recalled thinking thattime had stopped. He experienced a kind of mild euphoria. He rememberedwondering why he was being so calm in the face of such unusualcircumstances."Why me? Do I know you people?" That wasn't really what hewanted to ask. "No, but you will. There will be another contactwho will prepare you a little further." The stranger said he wassorry he couldn't give any more Lnfozmat i.on, but it would betmpossible. He excused himself and got out of the car.


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(9)Despite his efforts to keep the man in sight, he disappearedeven before John could get out of the car. Only seconds had elapsed,yet it was as though this mysterious stranger had never existed.

A S T R A N G E J O U R N E Y Three days later, John was dr1v1ng to work. Cars were nudg1ngalong, and hitchhikers were not often passed by because con~uters

assumed it to be someone with car trouble. This morning, a young manstood waiting for a lift. John saw him wave several cars by, as if hewere waiting for a particular person to co.m& along. John drew upalong side the young man and immediately he leaned down to peer intothe window and smiled. Without a thought, John opened the door for him."Thought you'd never come. I 'm the contact you were told of."John wanted to know what he should do. "No need to concernyourself. Just do as I say," he was told. His guest directed him toturn off the main road onto a dirt road. They drove until they reachedan area that was pretty well hidden. They got out of the car and Johnwas asked to lock his car securely before leaving."L eaving?" John was suddenly frightened. What had he gotten him-self into? "Do not fear. We are leaving by teleportation, but I will gowith you while I explain the principle behind the law. You must followdirecti-ons to the letter." As he spoke, he was examining theirsurroundings very carefully. Apparently satisfied, he announced, "Thisis the place from which we will leave. ,.TO'say the least, John was terrified. He was being asked to flywithout wings. "Oh, I can' t do that how can we?"When given a choice of where he would like to go, Johnchosethe Empire S tate Building. He hadn't traveled much, but had beentaken to New York when he was younger, and he knew he' d recognize thislandmark if he were actually taken there. ..His guide gave him instructions in breathing, explaining thatat all times, he must keep hold of John's hand because John was not yetaware of the theory behind teleportation. John began the rhythmicbreathing .At first he felt no change. Then he was l ig ht -h ea de d, t hi swas followed by a sensation of weightlessness. .. His eyes were closed as he experienced movement, yet it was moreas if he stood still while everything else moved by at phenomenalspeed. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded in a thick mist.Quickly, he closed his eyes again. This made it more bearable. When heopened them ~next, they were in a crowded elevator. They were standingslightly away from everyone else. No one seemed to see them. Johninsisted on finding some area in the building he had been in before. Heneeded proof that they were actually in the E mpire State B uilding. Theymoved through the lobby and several other floors until John felt certainthey were actually in Manhattan' s famous sky-scrapper.His guide then asked if he would like to go anywhere else. Johnchose his Aunt Mary's home in Ohio. Immediately, he was experiencingthe sensation of movement. It seemed only seconds before he foundhimself wandering through the familiar house. No one was aware of hispresence. H e attempted to force his Aunt to see him when he found herin the kitchen, but he was without success. He realized then that hisguide had not entered the house with him. Sudden panic gripped him andat that very momerrt , he was swept up into the mixture of mist, speedand motion.He was again at the side of his car -- alone!

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( 1 0 )C H A P T E R ' T H R E E " : " "A N ' A L I E N " M A T E R I A L I Z E S 'A N D ' - A T T E M P T E D " " M U R D E RB ecause of our need to talk" about these things, John and R onhad taken to meeting at my home frequently. We would discuss thismystery that had come into our lives half believing that we were still

putting each other on. We were very careful not to appear toocredulous, but at the same time displaying the right amount of skepticismWe all were aware of the other's suspicions, yet we knew it would bedifficult, if not impossible, for any one' of us to accomplish anyof these events.S o many things had occurred to me while I was alone. To citesome of these occurrences: One night when I had just gone to bed, stillmoving about to find a comfortable position in which to sleep, therewas a loud, sharp report. At the same time, a bright light filledthe rOOtfi. Sound was everywhere, as if all four walls were struck atonce. The light was actually blinding. E verything in the room seemedilluminated. I thought a fire might have broken out. I jumped upimmediately, but there was no sign of any type of disturbance in the. room. Our psychic abilities had also grown. Once at work, mysupervisor had asked me if I had seen another employee. I pointed tomy left "and wondered why he couldn' t also see her. S he was right inmy line .of vision. The supervisor did not leave, as I expected. H estood staring oddly at me. L ooking up questioning, "Where did yous'ay" she was?" he asked. "OVer there, on the " I had been about tosay, on the other side of the wall! I realized then that I had beenseeing her through the wall. Hurriedly, I explained, "Oh, she musthave" left. Why not look in the next room. She was there a minute ago."Another time, I was wearing a favorite medallion which was strunon a chain of heavy links. I was crossing the street whenthe medallion loosened itself from the chain and for no obvious reasondropped to my feet. I picked it up and saw that the connecting loopwas still intact. It was a heavy," metal loop that pe rmi,tted themedallion to slip easily on the chain. Both the medallion loop and thechain were still intact. However, when I stood up to inspect it, Iwas forced to notice a shining object hanging directly over the Grey-hound G arage, so close it might have touched the building. From myview, it appeared to be disc-shaped. I studied it, thinking that ifthe object were bullet-shaped, and I was viewing it from the tipend, it would appear to be a disc. It could also be an outdatedaluminum sheeted airplane. B ut I realized that there weren' tmany still around today, and I would have to be viewing it from therear, and there weren't any wings to be seen. The light changed justthen, and I was forced to complete my crossing. From the opposite sideof the street, I found the same spot of the sky and discovered theobject had vanished from view.One evening the three of us were sitting in the kitchendrinking coffee, when John rose. He poured himself a glass of waterfrom the tap. Carrying the glass of water he walked back to lean againstthe room divider. He finished his drink in that position, went backto the sink with the glass, then walked into the living room andinto the bathroom.When he returned a few minutes went by before I replenishedthe coffee in our cups. I noticed the floor was gritty in spots. But Iwent on preparing more coffee before sitting down. S eated once more, Ibecame aware that the area under the table was also gritty. I bent


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(11)down to look. U nder the table was a mound of blue dust. The same dustwe, had found at the airport. We discovered further that everywhereJohn had been was' a trail of this substance. When he had s to od ' a tthe sink there was a heavier'concentration, at the room divider and. inthe bathroom, we found yet more. Although I could see ,John' s frighten-ed face had grown whi te whi.Le his eyes grew large from anxiety, Iaccused him of skulduggery. I thought he had somehow concealedplastic bags under his pants. It was impossible to hide anything inhis sleeve as he wore short sleeves. B ut I did frisk him, but foundno th in g u nu su al .We studied the mound under the table. I ts top pointed straightupwards toward the center of the wooded table as if it had been poureddown through the table top. We felt it. It was warm. The odor wasdifferent to all of us. I thought it smelled like fresh flowers, witha heavier smell of perfumed oil. John thought it smelled like onions.R on thought garlic. I swept up the dust and although it made noimpression at the time, that entire deposit fit into a smallprescription bottle. And we had not thrown any of it away.We studied the dust in every way possible. We found it contained whitecrystals, blue crystals with small flecks of yellow and green. Wedissolved it in water. We boiled it. We fried it. We tasted it, andwe even smoked it.

THE BEING I N THE DIVERS SUIT, The last night in that house before I moved was a memorable oneas far as this story goes. We had had a few of the neighborhood childrenover for a farewell party to my children. The party had ,not been a success because a few of the children had insisted they wereseeing outlines of men in tight pants standing in various places

throughout the house. Festivities broke up rather early. We were allsitting about trying to determine what had happened, and why thechildren had acted as they had. Usually, my parties were verysuccessful. The kids liked me and I seemed to know exactly what theyrequired to enjoy themselves. But this time it was different!I turned to John and noticed he was looking peculiar. H ewas gazing at the blue dust, his gaze steady, unblinking. As I mentionedthe blue dust had evoked intense emotion in both John and I . Weargued continually about who was to keep the dust. We mistrusted eachother with it. I had finally gotten the dust from John, but each timehe came over, he went to the shelf where it was kept and it wasbrought out to sit somewhere in our sight at all time.Suddenly, John grabbed the bottle containing the dust andwas out of the house. S oon, his truck was pulling out of the drive andRon and I jumped into my car and sped after John. We followed himdown country roads, zig-zagging in and out of side roads. I t was aclear night with a heavy chill in the air. S mall patches ofsnow lay scattered on the ground. We came out onto a main artery,a four lane highway. We were traveling north. "L ook to the left,"Ron exclaimed. "What is that?" I looked and saw a bright blue lightmoving fast toward the west, in a downward arc. I t was moving fast. "Itlooks like i.t's going to land." I turned around to watch its course.I t seemed to land nearby. Somewhere I remembered reading that whenviewing UFOs through a car window, its important to roll down the windowtn order to cut down on the glare which can sometimes cause strange

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(12)illusions. As we rode back, we did so preparing to get the bestpossible view of our first landing.We pulled off on the right side of the road, the spot was asmall park. It was evidently a part of the school ground whichshowed clearly toward the rear. We both saw what looked like a manin a diver's suit. Whether the suit was black or just looked darkbecause of the shadow, we could not determine. I call it the man ina diver's suit only he wasn't really a complete man. He was partlytransparent! We were witnessing a materialization. The form wasbeing created out of tiny dots of light,- shifting pin-points of light.The upper part of the torso was now complete and the bottom wasforming when Ron let out a sharp yip. 1Mrrlediately, the figure wasgone. It just pooed out.John was forgotten now. We sat as the car idled. My reactionhad been to, l ose body heat. My teeth persisted in chattering. Wesat there, quietly thinking our own thoughts. Wondering whenthis would all end, and most of all, why was it happening to us. Eventhe fact that the dust was still in John's possession did not botherus. He was still speeding down the road somewhere, and itwas of no importance to us any longer.Or so we thought, I should say, that John was no where nearby.For the next moment, John's truck was headed straight at us. OnlyRon's quick reaction saved my life as he drove off the road onto a swalof lawn. John's truck went X"o~:r::ln9y us as he looked nei therright nor left. Something was wrong. John looked as if he were totallyunaware of what he was doing. We turned to watch his truck movingdown the road. We saw it slow down to make a U-turn. He was comingback to ram us again! nOh no! Not this time!" Ron gunned his motorand sped off down the highway taking the first turn he found. Wesnaked in and out of side roads until we were positive the truck wasnot following behind us."Did you notice something peculiar about John?" Ron asked.

"Yes, he seemed hypnotized.""You know, I think he would have killed us.'His amazement wasevident. "But he would have also been seriously hurt.""Yes, I believe he would have killed us without batting an eye,I agreed with Ron. I was afraid. What was this thing we were dealingwith? I knew then I had to see it through to the end for it was fartoo exciting to give up on. ,Ihad to know the answer. The excitement Ifelt, superceded any danger our investigation might bring.Returning home I fell asleep only to be awakened during thenight by an uncomfortable feeling. My body felt as if it were beingelectrically charged. My hair was crackling, the whole atmosphere wascharged. In the kitchen I could hear someone or ~o~ething movingabout. I couldn't move. Then suddenly, the noise subsided and Ifell instantly asleep again.The next morning we found my recipe box had been rifled,recipes' thrown all about the kitchen counter. The box, itself, wasfilled with the blue dust. A tiny, flat mascara case had also beentorn apart, the insides taken out and it, too, was filled with the dustAs I was loading the final boxes in the car for our move toNevada, John approached and seemed as_ f riendly as ever. He didn't seemto know any,thing about the incidents of the night before. In addition,he said we had willingly given him the dust. "Ron," he said, "you

can vouch for that!"Something strange was afoot, but as I drove away from myhouse for what I thought would be the last time, I couldn't help butfeel I was leaving behind an unsolved mystery.


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C H A P T E R F O U R : " T H E C U R S E O F " T H E " B L U E D U S TWithin three weeks my son, Brian, and I were back in Michigan,despite my plans to make a permanent residence in Nevada. It issufficient to say that nothing went as planned, even though things hadbeen arranged for our arrival. The job waiting for me didn't

. .>come off and the place we were to stay proved unavailable.Driving back, there was a great, thick silence between B rianand me, silence enough to let me realize the true picture of what layahead of us. No home, no job, and worst of all a suppositionsteady growing that perhaps we were being manipulated. What if my wholelife was torn out of my control? The thought panicked me.Everyone came to our aid, once we reached T~lo~Friends and relations made us feel weicollle. Immediately after housingarrangements had been completed, I contacted John. I learned he hadkept the dust in his post office box until the postmaster had remarkedabout it. He told me of a series of small catastrophes that hadtaken place around him when he carried the dust in his pocket. Idismissed them believing the story to be concocted to make me fearkeeping the dust. I think now that he must have missed having meto cling to, having me back must have softened him because he gave methe vial of dust almost willingly.In his search for a reasonable explanation for what had beenhappening, John had heard of a medium in Toledo and had madean appointment to attend a seance at the woman' s home. The night heattended the seance (Iwas unaware that he was doing so), I ,dreamtI was being threatened by a man with a broken bottle, then a secondman with a knife. A third man with a gun shot and killed me. Iattended my own funeral. The dream didn't impress me in itself, butwhen John told me of the seance, it was startling.I acoffed at him for going to see a psychic. How could amedium possibly give us any useful information?"E veryone there saw you in a coffin," he told me. "Theydidn't know who you were, but I did. When I identified you by namethe picture changed. I was there reading poetry over the coffin. Weall saw it! II"John, you seem to believe that tripe," I chuckled out loudtrying to ease the tension."Well, you would have believed it too if you could have seenwhat we did." He was defensive in his manner. "E specially when onewoman came up to me after the seance and said that the blue dust hadbeen the cause of the lady' s death. III gave in at this point and told John of my own dream, wonderingif perhaps I should heed the psychic warning. But nothing could makeme part with that mysterious dust again so soon.Before the next week was over, I was to wish that I had hadthe courage to give it up. I was hit four times while driving andnarrowly missed innumerable other times. "It stands to reason," Iargued, "I am on the road everyday looking for a job. The more a persondrives, the more chances they have of being in an accident." B utthat theory didn' t explain what happened to my eyesight. R ed lightsappeared green. My mind would register red, but I would see greenand go through the lights. It was as if someone were forcing me to dothings against my will. And yet I still hung on to the dust.


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( 1 4 )Another time, my daughter, Colleen, and I were crossing thestreet. There was no traffic around when suddenly a car appears andis coming at us at amazing speed. Colleen quickly turned toward meand wrapped her arms tightly about me, holding me there. I couldn'tmove. H er face looked strange and rigid, her eyes were abnormallywide. I made one violent leap, taking her off balan~e, dragging herwith me. The car whizzed by. I nstantly, Colleen began to cry.

" Wh at h ap pe ne d, Mo m? " I put my arms around her s haki ng shou lder sand tried to comfort her. The memory of us standing in the middle ofthe road while that car was bearing down on us was a sobering one.If this was going to endanger my family, then it had to stop. My hungerfor the next exciting incident be damned. I wasn' t going to allowthis thing to hann those close to me.Not knowing which way to turn, John and I placed the dust inan airlines locker. We knew it had to be only temporary because thelockers were inspected every 48 hours. Our dust might easily be mistakenfor some drug if it were discovered. B efore placing it in the locker,I put a small amount in an envelope and mailed it to the S tateL aboratory for analysis. From now on, I pr omis ed mys elf, I was goingto think my way through all this. I t wasn' t all love and sweetnessI was learning through bitter, first hand experience._ .AFLOAiINGOBJECT IN THE MIDDLE O F THENIGHT

.At my daughter' s I slept on the living room couch. One night,I was awakened by a droning noise which seemed to be concentrateddirectly above the house. There was a definite humming vibration. Myson-in-law, B urt, was an avid hunter and kept a hunting dog evenin the city. A trained hunter doesn' t bark without cause, but thedog was barking now -- no, more like yelping in fright. I ran to thekitchen window to investigate. I saw what I thought might be a pieceof paper drifting out from beneath the garbage rack.The previous morning, I had been trying to make some notes onwhat had been happening to me, but as usual, had failed -- I justcouldn' t seem to find the right words. I had taken all these notesand put them in a cardboard box and slipped the box under theplatform ~ch held the garbage cans. I thought that what I wasviewing out the window in the middle of the night, must be a piece ofthis paper being blown about by the wind. H owever, I couldn' t totallyaccept this, as there was no, wind and I had placed the lid on the box.G lancing about, I saw that the shrubbery was perfectly still, not oneleaf on the tree was moving. I n fact, the stillness itself wasstrange. I t pervaded, even above the dog' s yelping and the droningvibrations. The garbage platform holding three cans and under whichthe cardboard box rested was to my left, easily seen from the window.The dog was on a leash which permitted him access to the entire yard.As I watched the white object moved to the center rear of thelot. The dog' s strange behavior was intensified. H e appeared terrified,trembling visibly. The object stopped and changed its direction. I tcame toward me as I stood at the window. I could see it was of ajelly-like substance, almost transparent. There was a faint glow aboutit as if it were fluorescent. As it moved it undulated. The movementswere a little like a worlu' s, modified by the shape of its body.The dog' s yelping had aroused ' B urt, and now he stood atthe window with me. We watched as the object came closer to the house.The dog gave a shriek and leaped onto the stoop to the left of thewindow. H e was in a frenzied fit. The thing came closer to thehouse until it was so close that it was lost to our sight. I triedto persuade B urt to go out with me to investigate, but he thought it

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(15)should wait till morning. If it were paper, he thought, it wouldstill be caught in the corners of the yard. When he had returned tobed the humming had stopped. The dog was now quiet, although stilltrembling. I went back to the couch and fell asleep.The next morning, I went outdoors to investigate. There wasno paper scattered above the yard. There was nothing amissexcept the cardboard box. Nothing else was missing. The garbagecans were still full, so the box hadn't been taken by the trashcollector. Why would anyone want a box full of scratch paper?The incident was not complete yet. I t was shortly after Ihad left the house to live elsewhere that Burt and Colleen weresitting in their living room when they heard men's voicestalking about the dog. Burt went out front to check, but found no one."My imagination," he thought, and went out back to make sure no onewas there. Again, there wasn't a sign of anyone being in the immediatevicinity. .But again they heard the same voices and once more theyheard the dog being discussed. Burt went out the front way and foundonly an empty -sidewalk. Colleen went out the back and foundthe dog sleeping peacefully in the dog house. No one was in sight. Novoices could be heard. H owever, the next morning the dog haddisappeared, but his leash was still there! We ne ver di sco ve redwho ~- or what -- took the dog away. P erhaps it' s better that wehadn't!

. .MORE STRANGE EVENTSOn New Year's Eve, Colleen and Burt went out to celebrate andI was alone in the house babysitting with my grandchild. At exactlyfive to twelve, there came two loud knocks at the back door. I sayknocks because of a lack of a better description. They weren' tordinary knocks -- they echoed everywhere. They were so loud I thoughtperhaps the building was on fire and firemen were trying to breakdown the -door with their axes. ' I turned white, and actually pickedup a knife I had been cutting cheese with in case I had to protectmyself from intruders. And then it was midnight and the New Year hadarrived. From outside came the scream of sirens, the bells ringing andfire crackers piercing the night. Simultaneously, three thunderousknocks buckled th.e back door. I actually saw the door bend inward, thenoise was deafening, surrounding me, coming from all the walls, and theceiling. Then silence. Later, I found out that one of the individualswho had accompanied me to Northline Road the night we found evidenceof a craft landing, had heard the same series of knocks on New YearsEve and his blood had turned cold. There was never any explanationfor this. .To make matters even worse, the next day I was supposed to

pick up my son and several of his friends to go tobogganing. However,because of . my strange evening,I felt in no mood to venture out. Imuch preferred going to bed to catch up on my lost sleep. Perhaps, if Iconcentrated hard enough, I could send them the message that I wasn'tgoing to be able to join them.That day I was wearing a black pin stripe pant suit with awhite turtleneck jersey. I didn't stir from the house, yetmy son and his friends saw me drive by slowly, dressed in a black pinstripe suit and white turtleneck, looking neither right nor left.They tried to attract my attention, waving and shouting, but I didn' tseem to hear them. Even John saw me driving along and he blew hishorn, calling me out the window. He followed me out to the main highway,then thinking that perhaps I was running a last minute errand, he droveback to where the boys were. I was actually at home, but was seenel~e~here. ~t~ange indeed, I thought.


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I n March of 1966, I moved into a new apartment in Taylor andfound a job in Detroit. I would be~working in Difco L aboratories. I nthis apartment, after settling in, actual contact began. I say actualcontact to differentiate from what we had already been experiencing.From the very beginning we had been in contact. Let me illustrate mypoint. When the first deposit of dust was found in my kitchen, weasked, to no one in particular, what it was. We were all aware ofbeing told, as if an invisible being was speaking to us in inaudibletones, that the dust was the remains of a being called E lam. H e andhis brother Antol had been in our atmosphere a little too long. Antolhad departed in t~e, but Elam had chosen to remain until his missionwas crnnpleted. He had expired in my home.None of us believed this story. We knew it was not the realexplanation we were searching for. We waited, realizing that we wouldlearn the truth as we went along.One day near the end of March, John was driving over to theapartment when he was aware of a compulsion to pullover to the sideof the road. He was not really aware of being spoken to, it was asif the thoughts fonned themselves and tumbled out into viewable order.We were to be exper~ented with tonight. We would each be given"someone" to interrogate. My instructor would stand at John' s side andwould cmreunicate through my mind.H ere now, would be proof. Once and for all, if we followed thecomplicated instructions we would know whether it was reallyhappening or the product of our imagination. We did not for one secondshrug it off. We set about preparing the kitchen for the experiment.We sat down facing one another. I nmlediate1y, I was aware of a"man" who sat in a highbacked chair, slightly behind John and tohis left. H is hair was snow white, a beard hung to his chest,tapering elegantly. And while his face was unlined, there wasa feeling of age, or was it wisdom suggesting age?The being told me his name was Thon. He introduced us toa young man who had appeared to my left, a little to the rear, asTarga, who was to be John' s instructor. I was keenly aware ofthe differences in their appearances and nature. Targa wasimpatient, filled with disdain for us. I t was evident he wasagainst this whole procedure -- that he was here despite his wishesnot to be. Thon spoke inaudible (we could not distinguish words,though we tried desperately) before we began our questions. I tappeared that Targa was being reprimanded.Thon then invited us to begin our questioning. We had somany questions that we didn' t know where to begin. I will list someof the questions and the answers as faithfully as I can recall.Q. Where are you from?A. From out beyond Jupiter.Q. Why are you here?A. We police the galaxies.Q. Are you Gods?

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( 1 8 )Q. How do you worship?A. We were mentally shown a large, bare room, almost devoid offurniture. Dominating the roam was an oblong structure. Atop thisaltar-like structure was one simple bowl. from which a flame glowed. Wewere allowed to look at this scene until we became aware of thepolished surface, and of a tall figure standing before the altar inthe shadows. H e did not kneel, he stood upright, prQud in his prayer.He appeared to be rapt, as if in deep meditation. A de fin ite t hou ght

came to me, -H e does not kneel, he does not plead because he knows theS upreme One knows him to be a potential God. He worships in loveand honor, without fear, knowing he is loved and honored in return.There is pride in the knowledge of his own worth."Q. Do you have a savior?A. We have no need of saviors. We are knowers, not believers.I wish I could recall the question John asked that causedTarga to loose patience. B ut his anger was immense. "Trying to giveunderstanding to such as these is like trying to conmronicate withmonkeys in their jungle. 1: cannot; stay here longer, IIh e p rot est ed .Than half rose from his seat. "I am ashamed of your behavior. Trueintelligence has compassion for those of lesser understanding. Youmu st a pol ogi ze ." Their anger was awesome. Watching, we felt likehelpless children huddled together for assurance. Targa defied theolder Thon. "I am leaving, I cannot bear this any longer." "Be assuredthat you will be taken up before council," Thon said. "L eaving onelspost has never been heard of before this." B ut Targa had left.After this Thon spoke gently to us. H e attempted to easethe insult. He assured us that they were not perfect and thatTarga would pay. He left, but not before he complimented us on ourcompassion. He said Targa, with all his intelligence should takenote of our graciousness.One more thing happened that night to cause us alarm. Wewere having a final coffee before calling it quits for the evening.Johnls chair was facing the door. As I talked to him, I couldsee his face turn white. H e pointed toward the door which was closed.I turned to see a figure standing there as tall as the door, itself.H e was unclotned except for a short length of cloth around hismiddle, resembling a kilt in its drape. A wide girdle encircled hiswai.st. His' skin was the color of cinnamon. H uge arms were crossedbefore his broad chest.With this figure, we did not get a feeling of intelligence. Itwas almost as if he were guarding the entrance into my home. When thefigure faded out slowly, I thought that we had been shown what we weresupposed to know. B oth John and I felt it was a protective guard.After this the furnance went out in the building. Yet, despitethe severe winter I found I could generate enough heat mentally tokeep myself wanm. Visitors to the apartment remarked that they couldfeel the heat also. My neighbor came in one evening and exclaimed, "Wherare you getting heat? We are freezing in our place."Another strange thing was that while sitting in my living-room, we could hear footsteps and activity above. H owever, I was livingon the top floor of a two story building. In other words, the roofwas above.My electrical outlets, appliances, television set, radio andlamps would crack noisily. I t became more evident while we were waitingfor a contact. Once, after a television set had been disconnected .for four days, it still cracked and popped loudly.


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About this time, we were told,that our test period wascompleted. They had apparently tried us for endurance, perception,and ability to function under tension. At one point, they beganurging us to start a group. They promised a ....emonstration to provethemselves. They' said they had a plan to execute and it had to beaccomplished through people. The demonstration would center aroundthe dust which they said had many uses.S o far, we could make no sense out of the seemingly unrelatedevents that kept occurring. H owever, we felt we would rather keepup our research, .then throw in' the towel. L ife had really be-come an adventure and we wouldn' t or couldn' t turn our backs on it.We had become aware that it all seemed utter nonsense tobelieve that this phenomenal show was being staged just to keep usintrigued. There had to be a deeper, more significant reason forwhat was happening. We were eager to get to the heart of themystery, but it would appear we had to unravel the thing ourselveswithout their help.The most logical place to start was with the medium in Ohio S he had seen things while in a trance that were beyond her knowledge.We made an appointment to see her. On the night of the appointment,I had fallen ill. John started out alone. Toledo is about an hourisdrive from Taylor. He never reached Ohio. Just before the state line,he hit a large dog and killed it. We couldn' t figure out what a dogwas doing in the mi.ddle of the busy I nterstate H ighway I -7 5.The next day, another call was made to the medium to explainwhat had happened and to make another appointment for the followingFriday. H er response intrigued and repelled us at the same time."You will be in danger," her voice seemed fearful. "I know you arein touch with. alien beings." S he told us not to get in touch withher aqaIn , "E ach time you do, you will be in more danger. II However,against her will, she did agree to make another appointment.This time a tire blew out, sending the truck skidding acrossthe road. Then I sat in the freezing cab of the truck alone whileJohn walked back over a mile to a gas station. Despite this mishap,we continued on. Finally, we got to the street where the medium livedand turned into it. John told me to look for a small home situatedto the rear at the end of a long driveway, between two larger homeswhich fronted on the road. Two larger houses, one with a "FOR SALE"sign displayed prominently on the front lawn, sat side by side, closeto the road. The houses were far enough from one another that the smallhouse was visible from the road. B etween the two larger houses, themedium' s snaI l bungalow could be seen sitting at the end of the longd.riveway. "There it is," I cried, and we passed them in order to turnaround for easy access to the driveway.We went no further than the next street to turn and cameroll~~9 slowlY.,back. What I saw was most unnerving. The house whichpreviously had the "FOR S AL E " sign in front of it was now close tothe one beside it and the medium' s house was gone. The "FOR S AL E " signwas also gone. We went around the block twice trying to figure out thisnew mystery_

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(20)We called again and said we were going to m~ke tne trip the .upcoming Saturday. Each time we were bLocked, .webecame moredetermined than ever to reach -her.This time we reached the medium's house. Yes, it was where itshould be! We rang the bell, to be greeted by the barking of dogs, butno medium. We drove over to a nearby coffee house and used the payphone to call the woman."Mrs. Wilson, this is John. We were just at your door. Youprobably didn't hear us, but we came a long way. This is our thirdtime, couldn't you " and his voice trailed off."Why are you people bothering me? Why- do you want to see me?"H er voice shrieked into the receiver."But, Mrs. Wilson, we had an appointment! I 've made two~ nprev1.ous "What makes you think I'm a medium? I have never talked toyou before. Please leave me alone ... The woman insisted that she waselderly and lived alone and didn' t know anything about what we weretalking about.This was so frustrating. We decided we were not going togo back home without another try at forcing her to see us. Now, it hadbecome even more challenging. Could it be that someone wasconcerned that Mrs. Wilson could have answered our questions and hadstepped in to prevent her from speaking with us?

T W O M E N I N THE N E X r B O O i HL etti.ng the coffee run warml.y through our systems, we noticedtwo men came in and sit in the booth across from us. For some reason,they broke suddenly through our musing, we were very much aware of themI whispered to John that if I didn't know better, I might say theywere two aliens. He laughed and said, "I was just thinking the samething. Look how odd their faces are."H ave you ever seen a head modeled in clay by someone who hadno knowledge of the bone structure underneath? These two had facesthat seemed unfinished, the color of set, wet, pasty clay. They weredevoid of expression. Only their eyes were animate, as if peering outfrom masks.We could hear their conversation. They were speaking English,but they were not making any sense. No matter how intently we listenedit was not possible to discern one complete thought.As we left the coffee shop the two men got up and also left.w e c~lled the medium from a phone booth at one end of the parking lot.ThiS' time, 30hn changed his voice as he said, "You didwell not to see th.em." The medium broke in quickly, "You promised to

leaveme alone if I didn' t let them in. I didn' t see them, why areyou st i.l l b oth eri ng me ? I did as I was told." I could hear her actuallysobbing on the other end of the line.As we hung up the receiver we saw two figures sitting in acar watching usclosely. They were the men for inside the restaur~nt.The men started to follow us. We were the only cars on theroad. JUs't before we arrived at the state line, the car behind usbegan to accelerate, passing us. We watched it turn into anabandoned mine where no road existed. The car disappeared behind theslate dump. We turned off the headlights andwaited.After a half hourit was apparent the car was not coming out again until we left -- ifthere had been a car. "I t was almost like they escorted us out of thestate," John remarked. We went home without any answers and a hell ofa lot of new questions.


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C H A P T E R S E V E N : A " " W O R L D C A L L E D ' E T R MI t was approximately one month after the start of my new job

as a paper salesman that the third member of the group was broughtinto the picture. I found myself being drawn toward a woman namedPat. She was the most unlikely person to share this adventurewith. S he was much younger then I, a divorcee with children.Yet i found myself having a hamburger with her after work and mostsurprising of all, telling her about John and I and our UFOexper~ences.I wasted no time in asking her to visit me the followingweekend. I t seemed very important that she be with us on ournext attempt to make contact.Indeed, as it turned out, contact was established on hervery' first visit. We sat in my small kitchen that first night talking,

and drinking coffee. There was an air of expectation among us. Outside,the howl of a dog keened above the sudden wind. Inside, theapartment was alive with activity. Electrical connectionshummedandcz ack Led loudlY.There appeared an outline of a forIllstandingbehind my left shoulder who seemed to be manipulating a funnel-shaped arrangement. The fornl placed this contraption over myface and head. Pat and John both cried out to me that they saw my headchange shape, vacillate, expand and dilate.My breath was being forced, almost as if by a bellows, todeeper inhalations and longer exhalations. Suddenly, when the breath-ing had become deep enough, a voice was heard at the top of thecrest, so to speak. A cultured voice spoke precisely, without anaccent of any sort which, in itself, marked the speaker as astranger to our language."G ood evening. We are sorry to see what Earth has donefor YOu."Since they were using my mind, I was able to catch thethoughts behind his words. His mind was first tuned to mine. Thensomehow, our minds fused, retaining the ability to remain separateand individual. Thoughts were being thrown across the surface, evenwhile he spoke to the group.I began to know what true spiritual love means. It is anall embracing acceptance of the entire universe. An expansion ofrealization and at once, a focusing of self knowing. It is thesudden knowiedge of how minute our place in the universe is, and theknowledge that we are the universe. We become the essence of all-- -creations and all experience. On this first real contact, I felt theygave me a gift beyond appreciation -- I began to know the meaningof III AM! 'IS omeone asked how they knew our language. During thiscontact, they said they were prepared to use Italian, Spanish, Frenchor English. When I asked why they should have needed any language,I' was told that we did not have the powers to fully converse withoutlanguage. We were lacking in the power to catch thoughtprojections fully.The voice speaking would not identify himself no matter howoften we asked him to. H e would chuckle and say, "It is of no matter."But one night after one of our sessions, I asked him again to give


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(22)US'$OlIle. n~e. to cqll -h ,UQ br-, .he l~1.19ne.dqndaaid, _"Nooooo. ." IDxoketn ~lld a.sked, "Did you say Noel?-" Refound it amusing. Chuckl-ing, he sa.i'd,"No, out it will do. It will do." Fronl then on he be-came Noel to us.When the channeling was over we sat around discussingwhat had happened. Our impressions were all similar .We had seenand heard the same things, but sOlne of us had seen or heard more whenthe voice was speaking. We had all seen the various figuresplaced around the room and the one who worked the equipment whichhad been fitted above my face and head. ._

While you are reading this book, bear in mind the wordsthey spoke to us. Repeatedly, they would say, "What we give you, wegive with purpose for it must dawn upon you, bit by bit, else itwould frighten you into panic~ This was in answer to our questionas to why they chose us, why they were here, and what. they meant todo with us.I am going to stop here and give you some idea of what theyhave said. As far as I am concerned, who and wha:t these beings ordiscarnate voices are is still a mystery to me, but I am bound topass on to you that which was give to me as faithfully as I can.I was told that they came from a planet named Etraa, some-where out beyond Jupiter. Their world was called Ejii and containedsix bi.llion beings. From the description, it was a beautiful city,clean, uncluttered, blowing gentle breezes and warm temperaturesconstantly. The atmosphere was controlled by their scientists. Thebuildings were built of gorgeous stone and marble. -Mosaics covered. .the undersides of the edifices which were built in such a fashionthat the first floor was above the street level. Traffic on thestreet was entirely pedestrian, except for infrequent government

vehicles carrying officials rapidly through the city. The firstfloor of the buildings were more like archways, through whichpedestrians strolled, enjoying the artistic displays and designson the undersides of the first floor overhead. Beds of flowersand greenery were artfully laid out around the city. .Machinery needed to keep the city functioning was burieddeep beneath the surface. It ran constantly, without repair, re-storing itself as it generated its own power. They had learned thesecret of perpetual motion.Cleanliness was everywhere. When we inquired about this,we were told th.at dirt is the by-product of confused thinking.Upon being teleported to Etraa we saw the elevated highways overwhich small egg-shaped cars sped. It was also possible to fly for ashort distance with these little "cars". Small rounded wingsextended out from the sides and they would lift into the air.Noel told us that their technology was three hundred yearsahead of.ours. He explained that in future years, our progresswould be tripled then quadrupled. He explained that when onehas reached a certain level of understanding, progress speeds upin disproportionate ratio.ltwas also explained that they had been a war-like people,conquering other nations, until like us, they had reached a pointof near destruction. They had been forced to discontinue this way oflife. Since then they had restructured their entire existence.Now they have a socio-religious government. The ruling classare a special strain of wizard-priesthood, an end result of bio-


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genetic experiments begun long ago when they realized thatto go on the way they had been would mean suicide. This specialstrain of Etraan is called Mohestianaan. The strain carries specialinherent powers which make the Mohestianaan ideal for leadership.T he bl ood .l in e is passed down through the daughter from thefather. E veryone on E traa is concerned with the science ofbody buildi.ng. G ymnasiums are lush, Roman-like structures intowhich people are constantly streaming. There is no evidence ofpoverty, illness or unhappiness. Children go about in chaperoned groups,but they are unusually young and happy in their outlooks.r-f one needs an item of clothing or furniture, one simplygoes to the display halls, places a card into a slot above oneschoice and carries it home or has it delivered. E ach newpurchase is dated. To prevent waste, no purchase is replaced untilafter the date appearing on that purchase. Everyone works aportion of the day at their own skill. P roducts are stockpiledand when one needs something, it is there for their use.There is no monetary system on the planet. The people who rule andthe people ruled are equal.The life span of an Etraan is phenomenal. I t is interestingto note that illness has been wiped out and so the life span is verylong. I once asked Noel to help out in a search for a cancer cure.H e refused, which seemed contrary to his generous self. A friend ofours was dying from this dreaded disease and we continued askinghim to give us a cure. H e explained that mankind was not yet readyfor such information to be given to him. "That would be comparableto trying to reacn to the top of the stairs without climbingthem," he explained. "Disease is merely the inability of man tofunction correctly on all planes. It would be useless informationwithout the full knowledge behind its discovery."Where once the Etraan had been war-like, they now policethe galaxies to keep the balance, to explore and to aid where itseems necessary. E xploring space is encouraged by the government.Young men are always appearing before the rulers seeking pezmi.se Lonto record their mission' s direction and receive recognition.Noel has told us that if we get to Mars, we will see theremains of an old civilizationbuilt by the Etraans after theyhad ravaged the planet by war and had claimed it for themselves."Fine chance we have of proving your statement," I laughed. "Wewon' t be up there for a long time yet."I have always remained the scoffer, but how I enjoyed allthose meetings. We had our jokes with them, Noel participatingin this gentle teasing also. We argued with him and refused bitsof infonftation as improbable P at, however, accepted his words

almost without any doubt. S he didn' t become a fanatic though, butshe quietly studieq whatever infoDuation they presented and thenaccepted it as the absolute truth. On the other hand, throughoutit all, I demanded proof. Often upon being presented with the proof,I sti.ll w ould not believe. I would see and wouldn' t believe. Iwould hear and could not believe I heard it. Noel accepted thisbehavior with patients and understanding. Never once did we feelanything but loved by him.


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+C H A P T E R E IG H T ' : S A G A S H A B R IN G S P S Y C H IC P O W E R SShortly after Pat sat with us for the first ~ime, I arrived

home from work and found the odor of the blue dust ~hic~ in theapartment. My first thought was that someone had found my hidingplace for the dust. I had placed it in a _pottle and folded a towelaround it several ttmes. I chose the highest shelf in my bedroomcloset to hide tnesubstance. To further assure myself that no onewould steal it from me, I had devised a simple trick with coloredthread that would alert me if anyone had touched it. ,Examining tne towel showed me the thread was still intact,the towel was still wrapped several times around the bottle contain-ing the dust. Yet when I unwrapped the towel, the bottle appearedhalf full -- where, I wanted to know, had the other halfgone to? .Noel later came through to tell us that they had used aportion of the dust on Pat. She had been working under a handicap, heexplained. "But now you will be astonished at the change that willhave taken place in her. She has become bone of your bone, and fleshof your flesh. Shewill be completely altered." ,"What is this blue dust?" John asked. We both wondered atthe strange way Noel had just expressed the change in Pat. Bone ofmy bone. Flesh of my flesh. How could that be?lilt i.s not called blue dust. It is named Sagasha.""S agasha" -- we tried it on our tongue."It has many uses and is many things," Noel told us. However,he refused to go into any further explanation. "For now it is ourwish that you hereafter call the dust Sagasha." By now, we had beentaught to cease asking questions when we were asked to do so. It didno good to pursue a subject once they had told us they wouldreveal no more about it. But we did inquire how it was possible that juthe two of us had made contact. "We were simply awaiting the time whenthree -- the right three -- were together. You three were a longtime in comi.nq to this pre-ordained meeting. And now good night. IIWith these words Noel was gone.

A C H A N G E C O M E S O V E R P A T..We said nothing to Pat about the dust being taken. Wewanted to see for ourselves the change that had been predicted. There

was a remarkable change, indeed. Where she had been unableto converse easily with us before, she now did. When John and Ilapsed into our silent conversation, Pat laughed, clapped her handsand said, "I can doit too, I know what you are thinking. II Sheproved it by telling us what we had said. Pat was now as psychicas we were.Then we told her about the Sagasha, that we would from nowon call the blue dust by this name only, because Noel had requestedthat we do so. We decided at this point, that all three of us shouldkeep some of the substance. John had already taken a portion forhimself. We decided to perfornl a little ceremony of presenting P atwith hers. What began as festive nonsense took on the nature of asacred ritual as we progressed into the rite. We were all awed bythe solemnity of our own actions.


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(25)Pat's powers increased steadily, until at work, we wouldconverse across the large, open room, our backs to one another. Thephone was picked up before it rang, and we would know who was on theother end. We saw through walls, read people's minds, answered thembefore they asked their questions. When we were physiG ally near oneanother, the atmosphere seemed charged. P eople remarked about hearing

small sounds, like bubbles breaking in the air around us. They begancalling us the "Dynamic Duo."By this time, we had decided that Noel' sP at bone of my bone had meant that we had becomein the manner of the Indian ceremony of minglingblood brothers. I t satisfied us for the moment.The company bowling team had requested that as many employeesas possible come down to lend them moral support on their nextcrucial game, so Pat and I made arrangements to attend Tuesday night.We made arrangements to meet outside the alley. On the way into town,I noticed a UFO. It appeared to be tracking me, high up. A few momentsbefore reaching my destination I lost it in the stars. At P at' sarrival, I asked her if she had seen anything coming in and she toldme that a UFO, had seemed to follow her ..until a few.moments'before entering the city.We were both, intensely excited, nerved up. Not at just seeingthe UFO -- that was becoming usual for us -- but from an excitementthat came .fram within. I felt like a battery that had been overcharged. I felt like I could do anything -- I guess you might sayI felt like a superwoman.Everywhere we went that night, tables vibrated. The glasseson the table danced. These tables were of heavy wood, like colonialfurniture pushed against the walls. P eople were coming overto our sides to investigate. The bartender asked us to cometo the bar, he couldn' t believe what he was seeing. The barly began to vibrate. Someone remarked that sparks seemed toshooting from our eyes.The next time we channeled, we asked Noel what this all meant.H e answered us enigmatically. "When you know who you are, and whereyou sprang from, you will know the plan." H e also told us that itwould be necessary to sacrifice our lives for the plan when it cametime for it to be carried out." As usual, he left us wondering aboutwhat he really meant. They had created a veritable Arabian Nightof our lives.

words about makingblood sisters, muchblood to become

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. .S INI STE R FE EL ING SThere was a time when our sessions became frightening. Therewere even times when we doubted we were talking to Noel, hispresence was so different then usual. Things would be taken out ofour hands. the voice would cause me great stress as it came throughmy throat: I would be exhausted, resentful because I was feeling used.I nformation was given to us without explanation and instead offeeling loved, we felt frustrated. At these times, Noel wouldannounce that he was forced to leave because the "adverse force" wasto strong.When asked if we should fear this adverse force, Noel said,nNo, you need have no fear. We both want the same thing, we differonly in the method by which we hope to achieve it."During the course of our contacts, we were to feel bothforces pulling at us.


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C H A P T E R N I N E : A " S T A R C H I L D " O F F E R S C L U E S

In June of 1967, John's wife gave birth to a boy. His wife,Karen, stayed only one day in the hospital after the child was born.The child, one day old, was as large as a six month old baby. Hismother had not experienced pain during birth, a mystery in itself.Then she told me a doctor had stayed at her bedside all night -- adoctor with an odd sounding foreign name. Also, he had an accent shecould not place. Neither John nor his wife had consulted this doctor,nor had she needed special care. That would be m ost i mpro bab le. Adoctor staying all night at a pat ient 's bed side , a maternity casethat presented no complication, no pain?"I went back to inquire about this doctor," John told me. "Thehospital denied having any doctor with that name on the staff. Nordid, they have anyone on the staff who fitted that particular descriptioThey laughed when I said he stayed all night in her room. Theysaid that would be h ig hl y i mp os si bl e. "The baby's appearance was most remarkable. His skin was abeautiful bronze shade, like that of a tawny lion. S mears of silverlay deeply imbedded, as if lying close under the sky. H is hair wasof a darker tawniness, also blended with liquid silver. The eyeswere a clear, lucid blue. They jolted through me as I looked at him,not filmed as a new born's, but open, full, intelligent."I tell people he takes after the Indian grandmother." I knewthat Karen had an Iriquois grandmother, but the baby did not lookIndian. "NO, I know that," she studied the child as she spoke. "Hedoesn' t seem to get hungry. He never cries -- he even tells me what hew an ts m en ta ll y. I brought a bottle along, but he wouldn't use it. Forsome reason, r wanted you to see him. Can you imagine what he willlook like if he stays this way? He'l-l look like some far-E astern princeamong all the other children." .The next day at work, the reason for its difference suddenly hitme as I described the visit to P at. "You have got to see this baby!" Itold her, and she just looked at me and said, "Meet a baby?" Only thendid it occur to me, "Pat, he's one of them. I 've got to tell John.His baby is one of them!"I- arranged to have John come over that night and I took him out

on the balcony to talk to him. "John, I have something to tell youabout your baby." I was unable to face him as I spoke. When he didn'tanswer immediately, I stole a glance at him and found him smilingat me. "I wondered how long it was going to take before yourealized. I couldn' t wait till you saw him. II We stood looking outover the treetops. "What do you suppose it means? Maybe, we are tobe the protectors of the future savior or a prophet who will bring achange into the world." The prospect of such a responsibility was asolemn one."Let's try and sit tonight." I t was agreed, we called P at andsat for contact with Noel. He came through quickly, as if he mighthave been waiting close by.He got to the business of the child at once."First of all, let me assure you, that the child will soon be-


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" "COMMANDER TRAYBEL"In the year 7 6b.812 x.4Y (this is an attempt to approximate

the way they designated time), five craft left E traa, their destination,Earth. After landing at appointed spots, certain members ha~ beenchosen to go forth among the residents for .. prearranged length oftime to carry out the mission. At the completion of that length oftime, they were to return to the craft. At all times, they werein communLcat.Lon with one another."We are concerned with one ship .one conunandeered by aCaptain Traybel. I will spell it out for you, please take. itdown -- T RAY BEL."It was highly unusual that Traybel be in charge of this craftbecause he was next in line to inherit the throne. You see, he wasMohesteanaas. His charm, however, was such his spoken wish wastantamount to an order. His people allowed him his least wish. Afters ecuring perm ission to command a ship, his skill as navigator andlove of exploration made it a simple matter to cownand the respect ofhis crew members."Upon landing, Traybel and his companion explorers leftthe ship and went abroad on their various plotted routes. Amaintenance crew remained on board to man the conm~nicationsystem and to keep the craft in good order."Connttander Traybel insinuated himself into an E arth family.nThis was the word he used -- "insinuated." "And a girl-child was born.For a time, Commander Traybel remained with the child until it becameapparent that his health was being undermined by E arth' s atmosphereIt was necessary that he return to his ship. Traybel arranged thatsomeone would watch over the girl-child. Only then did he depart forhis craft. I'At this point, Noel asked me if "there was someone who camein and out of your life, who was always there at important times?"Noel's voice had fallen into a soft cadence."Yes, my U ncle B artley.""Write it down. Spell it out," he said.John wrote it letter for letter as I spelled it to hLm.I'B A 'R T LEY.""Now, compar-e it with T RAY BEL. Unscramble. n Now hisvoi.ce was barely a whisper.I shouted, "They're th.e same. Unscrambled they are the same!"Suddenly, the ~plication struck me. "Oh, no! I won't listen any1t)o- . re . No] No! I" can't be lLeve this. I.When I ca~ed myself, Noel continued with his story."E ach. explorer ship was equipped with a Kreen. Ag.ain, Iwtll ask you to take up your pencil and write as I spell. K R E E N.The Kreens are not a well loved people. It is difficult to explain,but I will try. They are without the usual traits which invokerespect. Thei.r great value lies in their ability to retain Lnfozmat.Lon,their's is a computer-like mind. They serve as an invaluable source ofaccurate data needed on intergalactic exploration, requiring nobulky space consuming equipment plus the fact they can serve in ot~ercapacities needed on the trip. They are as unemotional as robots. "Dur Lnq the time Conunander Traybel spent on the ship afterbeing forced to return earlier than planned because of his physical


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(28)state, he bore a man-child to the Kreen woman who had accompaniedthis craft.r feel I must explain that we do not reckon t~e as you do.Enough time had elapsed to account for age difference."His full meaning was a long time making its way into our minds.John and I looked at each other. Fright looking into fright. Literally,I fought wave after wave of nausea as my mind screamed, "Messiahcomplex -- I am sharing some sort of hallucination with these two. kooks, no, three kooks, my son had joined us this session. IIThis was nearing the edge of the pit, once unguarded slip and I mighttumble deep into the crevice where I might never be able to climb out."Please listen," Noel went on. "It soon became apparent thecraft was being damaged by its long stay in Earth's atmosphere. Theexploration parties were recalled and the crew made ready to leave.The technicians feared their chances of being able to return were nowalmost impossible due to the extend of damage done to the craft. So, itwas necessary to secure the safety of the boy-child. This wasaccomplished by finding an earth child and exchanging it for theEtraan/Kreen child before taking off." Noel's voice was grief strickenas he apologized to us. "It was necessary to risk that human child,the plan must succeed. The boy-child must remain. We had nochoice. Please try to understand. The ship never reached Etraa.It exploded in flight."

" W H E N - Y O U K N O W WHO Y O U AREJ Y O U W I L L . UN DERSTA ND THE PLAN "The voice stopped abruptly, and we were left in a thick silence.There were no words. I left the room to go into my bedroom, shuttingthe door quietly behind me. John was shouting that it wasn't to bebelieved. Pat sat quietly at the table waiting.Brian came to my bedroom door and rapped. "Mom, believe it. It's

true. I know it's true." My son saying these foolish things? Mean-while, John had locked himself in the bathroom and was shouting hisprotests. When we had been persuaded to come out and take ourplaces around the table, Pat poured us steaming hot coffee. Shes po ke c on fi de nt ly ."I think it's believable. John, you have no real emotionsand you can recall each tiny fact, no matter how insignificant. Youare Kreen and Atraan, John. And you are only half human." She turnednext to me. I stared back at her not believing what I was hearing."You are Etraan, I know it." Then Brian added his COIllIO.ents.Mom,you are super strong. It's the only thing that fits. You're fromup there."I didn't accept what Noel told us then, and I don't acceptit. even now. I believe "they" gave us what they did to help ourunderstanding grow. It was not meant for us personally, it was meantfor the entire world. Noel had often answered our question as to why thewere here and what was their plan with the answer, "When you know whoyou are, and where you sprang from, you will know the plan." Addressthis to mankind and you will see it takes on a much broaderimplication. ~'Humankind, when you know who you are, and where yousprang from you will know the plan (you will know the reason forexistence)." Plato, said ita slightly different way, did he not? Headvised us to "Know thyself." I feel they have a message of truthand will use any means to get that truth to us.


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C H A P T E R T E N , J O U R N E Y T O A F A R D I S T A N T W O R L D- ~

As strange as it may seem, John claimed he was visiting Etraa byteleportation. At first, each trip would exhaust him. However, asthe visits continued the experience became easier for him, apparentlybecause they had become more skilled in their methods of accomplish-.. .. .~ng 1t.The inforlllationhe brought back with him was exciting. But,how could I be sure that John was indeed visiting another world?Why couldn't he leavefram my apartment and r~turn to there?"But they have always arranged it for one certain timefrom one certain place. If they are not ready on their side, it justcan't be done," h.e protested. But, I would not let up untilhe agreed to try. I chose the bedroom as the spot from which theywould take him. I figured that if I saw him go into the bedroom,shut the door after him, and then found the bedroom empty, I wouldhave proof this teleportation was actually going on.After John entered the bedroom, we sat waiting. All was quietfor a long time, then we heard the sound of a body falling to thefloor. We rushed in and found John writhing in pain. He wasobviously unconscious Parts of his body were clannny and partswere burning hot. He was convulsing. Quickly, we covered him withblankets.Saliva ran from the corner of his mouth that worked slackly I He may' never come out of it," I thought.The terrible moaning went on and on. We tried to keep himwarm as the shivering continued. Finally, John stopped moving aboutand his eyes opened. His body temperature went down tonormal and his muscles relaxed. He was terribly fatigu

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