PREFACE

 

 

Human beings can be divided into two groups; those who have seen UFOs and those who have not.

Once you see one, you can’t unsee it, you can’t go back to a place of happy ignorance, where you can believe everyone who has seen a UFO is a crazy nutball.

Those who have seen them all have the same questions: What are they? Who is flying them? Where did they come from and why are they here? In this book we will be attempting to answer these questions.

My husband and I have had several bizarre experiences that have been the inspiration for this book. I am a semi-retired journalist, so I have done almost all the writing and my husband Stephen has been my fellow theorist, researcher and soundboard. We have both had a lifelong interest in the subject of UFOs and are both well read in the genre. My husband was present for both of my bizarre experiences, so we’ll start there.

We had been to a meeting of our art club on a winter evening in 2005. We were driving west on Highway 62 in Joshua Tree, California, heading to our Yucca Valley home, when we saw a bright, round, white light straight ahead of us. At first I thought it was a plane flying into the Palm Springs airport, but it didn’t have the other lights you would expect to see on a plane. It got brighter and brighter as if it were coming toward us. Suddenly, the light streaked away to the north and was gone over the northern horizon in about a quarter of a second. It immediately went full speed at what must have been thousands of miles per hour.

There is no known aircraft that can do that, and no human pilot could survive that kind of acceleration.

Our second joint sighting was in October of 2020 in our backyard in Desert Hot Springs, also in California. In the night sky we saw another round, white light. It was moving in a way that no aircraft can move. It was zipping around at various speeds but mostly very fast, changing direction with no change in velocity. It stopped and hovered for a few seconds, then shot off at another angle, doing this kind of maneuver several times. It did not slow down to stop, but instantly stopped; it did not slowly accelerate to full speed, but went from a dead stop to full speed instantly. It was not performing banked turns like any kind of plane would. Then it sped away to the north again at an incredible speed.

My husband and his family had years of strange experiences. The following is Stephen telling his story.

I’ll start with some familial background. My mother’s side of the family had a history of practicing automatic writing, table levitating and contact with spirit guides back to my great-grandparents (at least). Both my parents were born in the north of England just prior to World War II. I was born in the USA. My education and world experience spans music, military duty, woodworking and construction, studying and teaching Tai Chi Chuan since the age of 17 and working as a practitioner of Chinese medicine and acupuncture for over twenty years.

I can recall my first unusual memories from the age of three happening at our Woodland Hills, California, home. I would commonly be awakened in my bed by an invisible being jumping on my chest and stomach. It was not malevolent; just playful.

The second strange incident happened when I was about nine years old. I know because of the bunk bed I was just then sleeping in. I heard rustling in the living room and climbed out of the top bunk and proceeded to walk very slowly and quietly down the dark hallway to the living room, heart pounding fearfully. The next thing I remember was being back in bed sometime later with no memory at all of what had happened. I have tried many times to unblock the memory of the incident to no effect.

The next group of major events, also in Woodland Hills, occurred when I was 18 and they were experienced by my father, sister and me over a one week period in January of 1978. The first night all three of us heard the sound of a silver bell being rung repeatedly inside the wall next to the fireplace. The odd thing about this was that I had just been reading Metaphysical Meditations by Paramahansa Yogananda and gave the booklet to my dad to peruse. Not more than ten minutes later (at approximately 9 p.m.), my dad came into my room with a puzzled expression and said, “I must be hearing things. Can you come into the living room, Stephen?” My dad was a master cabinet maker and knew that bells don’t ring inside a two-by-four-inch wall. Sure enough, there was a repeating, resonant ring. I got my sister and she heard it, too. We banged on the wall, looked up the chimney and just felt perplexed. After about ten minutes, it stopped.

The next night, my dad’s closet doors opened and closed by themselves. This spooked him a bit.

The following night, I was lying on the bottom bunk in my room, when I was awakened by a strange “whizzing” sound. My bedroom door was open and I turned over in bed to look down the hall to try to figure out where the sound was coming from. I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, when my bed started to shake. It felt like someone was pushing from the foot of the bed. I thought for a moment it was my own movements, and I tried to relax, but it happened again. The motion was even stronger the second time and stronger again the third time. Each push came in two distinct shoves. At this point, my adrenaline was making my heart race. Then I felt three distinct taps on my right shoulder. It felt like a tap from a single index finger. I quickly rolled over expecting to see something and I shouted, “What!” but there was nothing there, although I could still feel a presence. I then blacked out and have no memory of what happened next.

The next night, I decided to sleep in my work clothes of the day on the living room couch. I awoke around 5 a.m. It was still dark and I noticed the sound of the fountain in the extra room; then I looked at my piano. I was awake and not dreaming. The next thing that happened was both fantastic and scary. A being of blue-white light came from the front door, which faced east directly behind my head. The being seemed to walk (or somehow move) quickly toward me. The entire room was filled with a blue-white light. The being stopped at my right side by my right ear, and then the entire right side of my body became numb and was immobilized. I experienced a fifty-fifty mix of excitement and fear. I believed this might be the family spirit guide, Ole Glegly, that I had heard about since I was a child. The being bent down and clearly said into my ear, “Hi, Steve,” in a friendly whisper. A few seconds later, the being reversed direction and left the house. My numbness faded and I woke my dad.

Later that day, at 11:30 a.m., I decided to buy some breakfast for my dad and me, and I reached into the right pocket of the work clothes I was still wearing from the day before. I found that all the coins and nails that were in my pocket when the being had paralyzed me were magnetized! I could pick up the coins and the nails all sticking to each other. My dad saw it too. We didn’t know what to think.

A day or two later, my dad woke up in the middle of the night, and looked out his bedroom door down the hall into my room. My door was open and he could see that my bedroom was completely filled with a blue-white light. A voice told him telepathically, “Relax, Geoffrey, go back to sleep. Everything is fine.” My dad fell back to sleep.

A few years later, at the age of 23, while living in the same house, I was lying on the floor in the living room about 4:30 a.m. There was a light on in the room and I looked up to see a small being, about two-and-a-half-feet tall, floating next to one of the ceiling beams. It was all black with a triangular head, squarish feet and big black eyes. As soon as it realized I was looking at it, it floated down to my right side, and spoke to me in a deep baritone voice saying, “Do you want me to help you get out of your body?” I felt a deep, tingling sense of fear in my gut, but my instincts told me not to show any fear. I responded, “You can help me, but you cannot possess me.” I still don’t know why I said that. The being grabbed my arm and started to pull me, but I resisted and I didn’t come out of my body. The being then made a wailing growl of frustration, rose back up to the ceiling and faded away.

Further history and related events that I have experienced include hundreds of occasions of distinct knocking sounds on the wall behind my head just as I am trying to sleep. Always three knocks. I regularly experience uncontrollable astral projecting and something I call “the astral hurricane,’’ which is just what it sounds like; my astral body is blown out of my body or sometimes spins inside my body.

During the years that Leslie and I studied chakra opening, meditation and astral projection techniques, we started projecting almost immediately. For me it was more of a re-learning than anything, yet our experiences were radically different. For Leslie, the experience of directed projection was fun and positive. For me, it was scary.

Also, my lucid dreams became terrifying. One time, Leslie went to make coffee and returned as a giant snake that attacked me. The real Leslie came into the room right in the middle of the snake biting me. Another time, I traveled to the moon and tried to escape from an alien by hiding in a coffin. I was sexually assaulted in a horrible way that time. I felt that these astral projection practices were too frightening for me and I gave them up.

I must also say that these experiences for my family members and me were never drug-induced and they spanned at least three generations. My now dead uncle on my mother’s sister’s side (not a direct blood relation, but married to my aunt) had experiences of missing time and unexplained visitations.

My brother built a home for himself in a remote forest location. He started experiencing visitations from a small, silver sphere that floated up and down his deck. One time this sphere rushed him and flew straight through his neck. The next day he had bruising on his upper back where the sphere must have exited.

All his other incidents happened in his youth at the family home in Sonora, California. One night he saw two white, round UFOs outside his window.

Another time he saw a tall, skinny, silvery-gray being outside his bedroom door right before he blacked out.

Another night he heard what he thought was a cat scrabbling under his bed. When he reached down, a hand grabbed his arm and again he blacked out.

Later we learned that he also suffered from missing time periods.

He had many health problems throughout his life, suffered from anxiety and in 2017 ended his life in a horrible murder suicide where he killed our mother and himself with a shotgun. My wife and I both believe his mental health was affected by these strange, otherworldly experiences and possibly facilitated his horrible end.