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The recent flurry of unprecedented 'drones' and UFOs / UAP mass sightings is reminiscent of the reactions that occurred 60 years ago when editor / reporter Arthur Shuttlewood of the Warminster Journal began using the term "The Thing" in order "to denote the singular or collective form of Unidentified Flying Objects that have been haunting the town of Warminster since Christmas Day, 1964." He wrote in his book The Warminster Mystery (1967):
Never having heard of Flying Saucers or UFOs, the majority of Warminster witnesses early on insisted, when interviewed by the author in his capacity as a journalist, on calling the phenomena 'Things.'
This name stuck throughout, and was freely used by newspapers in Britain and the United States of America when big 'Thing' stories broke from this small Wiltshire town in England.
Based at Knook Camp, Heytesbury, near Warminster, troops of the 1st Welch Regiment were among the first audible—as opposed to visual—witnesses of the Thing that has now gained worldwide notoriety. Over thirty soldiers awoke to a thunderous crescendo at the camp early on Christmas Day, 1964. A sergeant told me "It was as if a huge chimney stack from the main block was ripped from the rooftop, then scattered in solid chunks of masonry across the whole camp area."
The guard was alerted, standing by for action, but none developed. Surprised, the soldiers were unable to explain the blasting sounds, beyond asserting that they were decidedly not caused by conventional type aircraft. This aerial thunderclap was the forerunner of an astonishing series of incidents like that which occurred on Christmas Day, 1964. That they happened on such a day gives the lie to their being connected with military or air forces.
Opening its sluice gates on 25th December, the sonic deluge broke with full fury on an ordinary housewife. From her ordeal was given local birth the enigmatic features, unearthly facets and factors of the unpredictable Thing. Weird crackling noises in the early morning sky turned Mrs. Marjorie Bye into a fear-crazed human in the short space of a minute. The time was 6.12 a.m. and she was on her way to the Holy Communion service at Christ Church, at the top of a hill. Her step as she walked was jaunty. Then the air was brazenly filled with a menacing sound. Sudden vibrations came overhead, chilling in intensity . . . a peculiar droning . . .
Before she reached the church wall, shockwaves of violent force pounded at her head, neck and shoulders and numbed her. Helpless, she was pinned down by invisible fingers of sound. Wailing, whining, droning — frightening! They left her stunned, weak and jelly-legged, so that — when they passed — she had great difficulty reaching the peaceful portals of the church. She was trembling, with her senses awry and her mind shaken with fear. She was immensely relieved when pressure tentacles loosed their hold and echoes throbbed into the distance above her . . .
Followed by five other books by Shuttlewood, The Warminster Mystery chronicles the local occurrences involving unidentified flying objects (now also known as unidentified anomalous phenomena), flying saucers and apparent visitations or interactions with otherworldly visitors. Eyewitnesses are quoted with descriptions concerning a gamut of startling occurrences. Here are some examples.
"[while driving] . . . an outsized car headlight in the sky, to start, but red. Then it resembled a human eye as it came closer, every feature clearly outlined in a brilliant crimson ball . . . It then gleamed a pale gold and silver, in turn . . . The engine was seizing up as soon as the ball flew down towards me." (Terry Pell, page 61)
Once Mr. [Tony] Powell had dropped off to sleep when two bright, spherical objects flew over the lake. Mr. Roland Matthews woke him excitedly — and they watched Things flying to and fro before settling above them, hovering and tilted inward towards one another like an inverted 'V' in the sky. (page 140)
On 3rd January, 1966, cadet officer of the Merchant Navy Nicholas Gill was home on leave. He saw "three huge bright crimson balls of light fly overhead at just after 9 p.m., singly and spaced at regular intervals. They made no noise and were flying well below cloud level, from south to north. Their shape was circular when directly above, then they changed to egg-shaped as they faded towards the horizon." (page 143)
"A chain of whitish puffballs, with sputtering noises as they went out of sight" (Miss Susan Everett, page 151)
"plume of silver-grey smoke" . . . It was grey and shimmering (possibly caused by distance or haze) and shaped like an inverted cigar, resembling a series of coils hanging vertically . . . the first Thing moved slightly to its left. Then a similar object, coiled cylindrical rings of smoke, shot upward from ground level; sat astride the sky space adjoining its companion. It too was grey and shimmering, with the same size and shape . . . There was no noise at all. The craft were possibly 5,000 feet high . . . All points of the two Things moved gradually towards the centre and formed an almost complete circle in the sky. But they did not quite join at the top and bottom centre.
The time from the first appearance of the craft, until they took up this position, was thirty minutes. The cloud circle was constantly alive with internal and external movement, yet the whole did not shift position. The inner ball solidified into a shining silver mass after flurrying of cobwebbed strands; the four tendrils at top and bottom which did not carry through to complete interlocking were moving — the circle was complete except for the two small gaps. Then it slowly disappeared, taking about eight minutes. It faded and became more hazy, the webbed framework losing lustre and slowly dissolving in the atmosphere. (a group of 12 civilian contractors employed by the Ministry of Public Building and Works at the School of Infantry, described by Shuttlewood as being "the biggest assembly of the military of its kind in Britain and based at Warminster," page 154)
a string of glimmering lights . . . The five craft were on their offside, the formation varying from a straight line to a circle. The bottom one kept disappearing and reappearing higher up in the sky . . . They gave off no vapour trail. (Martyn and Angela Tickner, page 157)
My chief observer, Bob Strong, saw at 11.15 p.m. on 3rd April one of the smaller Things rush downward with blue-green entrails. It swept over the golf clubhouse on the downs, rounded the copse at the tip of Cradle Hill, then vanished below the horizon towards Melksham. Bob chased it, thinking it may have landed on our part of the plain. Had the military been exercising that night he would have been in peril of being sniped at or shelled. Luck was with him on forbidden territory and he went right across Imber in pursuit of the UFO, tramping on foot over hill and dale, arriving home after 3 a.m. Confirmation of an apparent landing came when a story broke in the Wiltshire Times and News that Friday, 8th April. It disclosed how a man returning from Chippenham towards Melksham saw a blue-green sky object alighting. He stopped his car and travelled in search of it. There was no collusion here, the time and the location clicking into mesh with what we had ourselves observed: and I am pleased that other newspapers in the county are reporting such incidents. (page 177)
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"How to Tell the Difference Between a Drone and a Plane" Newsweek
"Coast Guardsman insulted by White House response to NJ drones after alleged sighting" Daily Express US
"Increased drone sightings causing concerns in Pittsburgh area" WPXI Pittsburgh
"Chinese Media Mocks US 'Delusion' Over Spy Drones" Newsweek
"Why drone hysteria has taken off" CBS News (video)
"Debunking false claims about US drone sightings / Fact check roundup" USA Today
"Mystery drones won't interfere with Santa's work: US tracker" AFP
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Consistent readers of this blog are probably more sensitive than mainstream media readers concerning the question in regard to unidentified objects 'Who are the observers and who are the observed?'
The following passages from The Warminster Mystery (1967) will offer parallels with some of the recent video footage showing 'drones' / UFOs / UAP. Caption statements are quoted from the book.
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(clockwise from top left) the Paynes, Rachel Atwill, Arthur Shuttlewood and the Plowmans
Take the experience, the same night [August 20, 1965], of self-employed Warminster woodworker Robert Payne and his hair stylist wife, Wendy, who was then Miss Wendy Gulliford and lived at Dilton Marsh. The couple subsequently married in Warminster. Dilton Marsh is four miles from Warminster and near Westbury. While courting, Bob picked Wendy up after working hours and brought her into Warminster, which has more social life and evening activity than her village. Late on this night, Bob's scooter broke down—on the farther side of the Thing—famed Colloway Clump. The engine stalled and sighed to a stop. The machine was propped against a farm gate while Mr. Payne examined fuel feed pipe and ignition system for faults. He heard Wendy's sharp cry of alarm and felt her nails bite into his wrist. "Look over there!" she shrilled, pointing to the firs atop the ridge. "Bob — oh, Bob. Hold me tight. I am scared," she added.
They clung together on the lonely highway, watching a spectacle that lasted four minutes. Neither could be certain about duration, for the hands of their wrist watches froze at 11.2 p.m. as waves of hot air roasted them followed by electrical currents of interference. Two large spheres of silver light hovered over the firs; then they twirled across the sky, separate yet riding in harmony, a dazzling golden colour. When the twin orbs streaked up almost out of sight range, shedding a scarlet haze as they increased speed, they formed two distant spots which could easily have passed muster as bloodshot stars.
Their entrails were aflame with a mixture of blue and green; then they descended at breathtaking rate, changing to gold. They altered from a vertical to horizontal course at treetop height, hovered, each curiously tilting inward, now a shimmering silver in colour. Then they glided over to the slumbering tip of the downs and meandered back slowly. They began to revolve round each other not far from where the young couple cringed by the gate.
At certain angles, blue light shot out from whirring rims of the orange balls. Throughout this display Robert and Wendy felt their body temperature changing from hot to cold, alternatively. Winking in a crescent of sparks, according to Mr. Payne, the craft chose at that instant to vanish, extinguished only after a series of pyrotechnic contortions that lit the hillsides.
By this time, Wendy had nuzzled blonde curls into the carpenter's comforting shoulder. Shaking like a leaf, she sobbed "I cannot stand any more."
A subdued Bob Payne told me "We have never had such a shocking spell. We could not have selected a worse spot in which to break down. I cursed that scooter. They were the spitting image of human eyes lit up. We saw them close to at the end. They turned and tilted in flight, sometimes egg-like and sometimes circular. When directly overhead they were almost round and could be taken for the headlights of a vehicle."
Laughing self-consciously, Wendy agreed with this. "Bob takes me back home a different way now," she confided. "I could not stand another nightmare of that sort. It made my stomach turn a somersault. I was thankful to climb aboard the scooter again and ride home. It was much warmer there."
Here is the twist to this narrative. When Bob turned his attention to the scooter once more, he found nothing wrong with it. It started up at the press of a button, and sang into motion as though it had been never affected at all.
What force halted it in the first place? What halted, simultaneously, the wrist-watches, or caused those alternating currents of heat and cold?
There were over a dozen supporting witnesses that night, corroborating what had been seen by the two brothers at Chapmanslade and the engaged couple in Westbury Road.
All mentioned twin 'golden eyes' or motor headlamps scouring the heavens, racing overhead from south to north, criss-crossing for a brief spell from east to west prior to fadeout over Colloway Clump.
After publication of some of these stories in the Warminster Journal, things started to move in more ways than one. Traders were angry over allegations from outside that the Thing was purely a fabrication, contrived simply to attract tourists and therefore trade to our town. It was apt that a businessman, Emlyn Rees, should decide shortly afterwards it was time to call a public meeting about the Thing; not only to still these rumours — for it was perfectly as valid to claim that the Thing, by its frightening antics, was repelling rather than enticing tourist traffic — but to determine as much about these phenomena as possible on a scientific basis.*A person who heard harsh grinding sounds and saw their perpetrator clearly is Mrs. Rachel Atwill, the attractive wife of a Royal Air Force pilot. Her experience was at 3.45 a.m. on Tuesday, 10th August, 1965. She told me in front of a British Broadcasting Corporation interviewer:
"I was woken by a terrible droning sound. It made the bed and floor shake. I went over to the bedroom window and looked out. Between the two bungalows opposite, about 200 yards above the range of hills beyond, was a bright object like a massive star. I have never believed in flying saucer stories, but I cannot describe it as being anything else. It was definitely domed on top and was huge in size, an unwinking light of uncanny brilliance. It hung there is all its glory and did not frighten me, but the awful noise it made did. The strange thing is: not one of my neighbours on this private estate saw or heard anything. I asked each one of them later that day. I have even stopped people in the street. I must be unlucky, for I have never met anyone yet who has either seen or heard the Thing.
"When the hideous humming grew less, the starry Thing flickered feebly. The noise ceased — then the object vanished from sight. But the two lasted for about twenty-five minutes or more. The noise was most upsetting to me. I felt there was a tight band of steel round my forehead towards the end, a pounding and hammering at my eardrums. I drank some brandy to warm me afterwards. I was dreadfully cold. I could not stop trembling. Then I filled two hot-water bottles and took them to bed with me."
After the Gordon Faulkner picture [see book cover above] was published in our Journal and the Daily Mirror, Mrs. Atwill immediately told me: "That is the exact Thing I saw, although it was silvery white in the dark sky."
Her husband, when he came on leave, wanted to know full details — distance, size, height from ground level, relating to the Thing. "A typical man! He finally believed me, but asked me all sorts of questions," she smiled. "I would love to know precisely what these Things are. What they are here for and what they really signify."*[Chapter 22] Mrs. Annabelle Plowman is a confidential clerk for the War Department at 27 Command Workshop of REME, Warminster. She has doubly indelible memories of the Thing sharp-etched on her mind. Twice in the space of an hour in early autumn, she was badly scared when apparently coming within a hair's breadth of physical contact with its crew members. She was then Miss Randall, living in Warminster. She is the secretary to Warminster and District Trades Council; a civic-minded, responsible young person.
In a few days she was due to marry John Plowman, of Stockton, who is chairman of the Warminster and Westbury branch of the National Union of Agricultural Workers. He is employed at Manor Farm, Stockton. Because her motor scooter was being repaired, Annabelle was driving John's car towards his home on Thursday, 7th October. The time was 11.32 p.m. as they neared the skew railway bridge just short of Heytesbury. This is an accident prone part of the highway to Salisbury, from Warminster. Several fatalities have resulted from collisions there in the past three years. So they approached the bridge carefully, heeding the double white lines. Then, rounding the left hand curve, they experienced the first shock of that eventful night.
Annabelle swerved the car violently to its offside to avoid a figure sprawling over the highway on top of the bridge. It was slumped on the nearside paving, with part of the anatomy, legs and feet protruding well into the road. "If I had been travelling at speed I would have definitely run over his feet at least," she told me. "It gave us both a fright at that late hour. I thought it was a tramp, but John said it was more probably a drunken soldier. He thought that he caught a glimpse of a rifle lying by the man's side on the pavement by the parapet."
Mr. Plowman was not sure whether they had entirely missed the reclining form. It seemed to him there was a distinct jolt as they pulled the car out to the right. At his insistence, Annabelle halted the car a few yards farther along. John ran back to the bridge, very worried that the man was injured by the impact. Yet no trace of the figure was to be seen — nor any telltale bloodstains marking any injury.
The vagabond or soldier had vanished. The trades councillor looked under the bridge, searched the side of a nearby hill on one side, fields on the other, combed the railway embankment thoroughly, before returning to the parked car. Nothing was said for a while. Then Annabelle broke the uneasy silence of the homeward ride. "What happened to him?" John grunted in reply: "No one there at all."
Mrs. Plowman told me later: "We knew that the Army do quite a lot of manoeuvres around the area, so dismissed it as troops on exercise." "But a funny place to lie down, as that bridge is dangerous," put in Mr. Plowman. "Besides, how did the man manage to disappear so suddenly, like that? I will swear he was nowhere near that bridge when I ran back. And it was barely seconds after Anna stopped the car." His search lasted for about twelve minutes.
Further shocks were coming. At about 12.25 a.m. Annabelle was returning along the same route, bound for her own home after dropping her fiance at his home. As she was nearing the same bridge again, she saw on the far side a bright orange glow close by the railway embankment, almost opposite the turning off to the village of Norton Bavant, which was on her left as she travelled towards Warminster.
"It was a large orange ball. I had changed down a gear to take the bridge, yet the engine at full throttle was missing and conking out. For a moment, as I drove over the top of the bridge, I had the impression of being pushed backwards. My full-beam headlights dimmed, flickering like a candle in the wind. This caused me nearly to hit the bank, with the motor suddenly coughing and spluttering. I literally crept along the short stretch of road towards the left-hand turning to Norton Bavant. I kept my foot hard down all the way. I was almost blinded by the dazzling ball of light to my right.
"Just beyond the junction with the Bavant road, an unlit vehicle was parked. What sort it was I really do not know, apart from it having a circular shape. I could not clearly pick out any discernible features, because the light from the opposite side was so powerful. It was glaring and hurt my eyes, yet cast a haze over the highway. That may sound a paradox, but it is true."
Alone in the car at that hour, the girl was very frightened, especially at what happened as she neared the ball of fire.
"The Thing spun out into the road in front of me and my engine stopped altogether. There was no need for me to slam on my brakes, although I did so automatically. I saw red and blue sparks fly from the spinning rim of whatever it was. Then, bright crimson in colour, it flew off at a tangent to my right. From the corner of my eye I noticed it blaze a trail in the sky. I do not know whether it disappeared or hovered after that, because I had to watch the road in front. Luckily I did so, as then something even more terrifying happened. Straight in front of me appeared two people.
"They were right in the middle of the road, one more on my side than the other. I almost bowled them over, having to swerve to the edge of the road on my offside to avoid them. I probably brushed against the sleeve or trousers of one, they were so close. To begin with, I thought they might be soldiers on a night scheme. They wore dark woollen balaclavas on their heads. These clung tight and showed only a small portion of their features, in the centre of their faces. I could see only their noses, in fact, and the merest suspicion of eyes — wide spaced and deep sunk. They were not wearing Army uniforms. Their clothes were of darkish material, either black or deep grey and skin tight. From the thighs down the material glistened as though wet, very much like skin-divers or frogmen."
Later Annabelle composed her thoughts and tried calmly to assess the situation. She reckoned the men came from the unlighted vehicle parked on the left of the highway, as the luminous craft had taken off.
"But at the time I only thought of escape. By that stage—after the orange ball turned red and flew off—the engine worked again beautifully. I passed the strange men in dark clothing and tore over the brow of a small hill, the car surging into full power. I could feel my heart beating madly and I had my foot down at full pressure as I made for home as fast as possible. Events like that night I would sooner forget. It was awful!"
When I asked Mrs. Plowman why she had not reported the matter to the police or military authorities, she gave the usual excuse. "Well, I should have looked an absolute idiot if there had been some perfectly ordinary explanation for it, should I not? But I must confess that, at the time, I was paralyzed with fear. Particularly after what had happened an hour or so earlier. That has always been a mystery to us both, too."
I should have been truly staggered, normally, by this story told by Mr. and Mrs. Plowman. But nothing with which the Thing is related surprises me any longer. Nevertheless, I sought the co-operation of the Army authorities in case of public danger arising from such incidents.
When I had told him the story, Colonel Brian Thatcher of the School of Infantry checked for me and found that no troops had been engaged in military exercises in the Norton Bavant area that night. Brigadier Anthony Arengo-Jones, Commandant of the School of Infantry, was another who was deeply intrigued by the hair-raising experience of Mrs. Plowman, yet could venture no concrete answer. I have good reason to believe that Brigadier Arengo-Jones is a believer in the stories of our many witnesses of Thing phenomena. One night, I pointed an artificial satellite out to his wife, who had not seen one before. She was thrilled — and promised to look out for the Thing when I gave her the precise skystretch it haunts.
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[Chapter 18] I quote Anthony Brooke at length because his theories fascinated me during three meetings we had between October and December 1965 when he stayed in Warminster for ten days, desperately anxious to see the Thing for himself. Sincere in his beliefs, he bases them on evidence gathered from all sectors of our globe over five years. He puts due emphasis on two aspects of the Thing which he thinks count uppermost. Its spiritual significance and its scientific corollaries of feasibility.
Testimony I had discarded as flimsy, weak, highly coloured and impossible, he took a surprising interest in. I deal with facts, having physical and tangible shape, but he searches for truth among the visionaries on a spiritual plane. For example, he avidly took notes on five persons who solemnly told me in September-October 1965 that they had been approached by a well-dressed middle-aged man with perfect manners and speech, who said "Good morning, my dear friend" to each — but when they turned to have further conversation with him, they found he had vanished. One such incident was near Warminster railway station at 8 a.m., according to one witness. I told him of fairly obvious hoax calls I have received late at night on the phone. From Traellison, female queen of a planet (which she terms cantel) called Aenstria; from Caellsan, commander of Spacecraft No. 6; and from Selorik, English interpreter for Aenstria. Although these calls unnerved my wife, who thought Russian agents were responsible, but which I took to be the work of slow-witted imbeciles, I took them down in shorthand and rapidly relayed their contents to my Ministry friend. Mr. Brooke took them seriously, especially Caellsan’s warning that "You Earth people are in danger of igniting your cantel from end to end, and in danger of destroying not only the creative system of your own cantel, and solar system, but also endangering ours. For remember — the light from the suns shines upon us all!"
Selorik claimed that was why our space visitors are so concerned. They are already carrying excess radiation from our atmosphere, fearful that future generations will suffer mutations of a grotesque nature in the womb. Their motive power from the cantel Aenstria was by an ocrephenral beam that overcomes time and space barriers by its deep penetration powers; their fuel, normally, was from "gases gathered from cantels unlike our own in our own solar system, which is not your own."
These three strangers spoke to me for hours on the phone. Mr. Brooke was impressed by certain warnings they issued, and the alleged fact that these people are thousands of years in advance of earth people, having outlawed war 7,000 years ago. "The Great Spirit of Universal Truth," they claimed, was their God.
After the final call on 30th October, I dismissed the calls as definite hoaxes. But Mr. Brooke did not dismiss them so lightly. He imagined I had probably made genuine contact with space brothers from other aerial continents. I will not digress further on what may be a fascinating yet futile interval in Thing sightings, solving nothing. If these people, assuming they were what they purported to be, had climbed up the stairs to my flat to be interviewed in person, I should have been more impressed — both as a reporter and a person very much in the dark as to what Thing aims and purposes comprise.
[Chapter Twenty-Seven] For at the conclusion of what I have all along considered to be hoax calls from entities calling themselves Caellsan, Selorik and Traellison from the Cantel (or planet) Aenstria in September and October 1965, Selorik warned me: "We have made your earth town our base. You must tell your people not to be alarmed. We are not here to hurt them. They must learn to know us. And you, dear Shuttlewood, no matter where you go or seek to hide from us, we shall be also. We have important work to do and you must not try to escape your responsibility either. You may be certain we shall meet many times . . . Yet until the Thing crews confront me in the flesh, I shall not alter my strong-minded view that those odd calls were nothing more than leg-pulling by someone with a distorted sense of humor! Time will prove me right or wrong."
[Appendix from Aenstria] Although, as a realist, I still maintain that the mystery phone calls reaching me at my home in September and October were hoaxes — and therefore in somewhat dubious taste — I will concede that there was much common sense in their content. Set against the background of extraordinary events Warminster has unwittingly harboured over the past sixteen months, they do not jar, if true.
The callers from the planet (or cantel) Aenstria—Caellsan, Selorik and Traellison—always gave me the number of the Boreham Field telephone kiosk they used, east of the town centre. Yet never once, during over a dozen calls, did I hear the jangling sound of the required four pennies dropping, nor their release by pressure on a button. Instead the calls came through quickly and clearly, except for a peculiar crackling accompaniment as if from electrical interference.
I have noticed, when casually mentioning these phone conversations to friends, that they are all fascinated by what the three persons told me; and the majority are convinced that these Aenstrians are real and anxious to communicate certain timely warnings and advice to our planet Earth. So I am changing my mind about excluding them from this book. In fairness to readers, leaving final conclusions entirely up to their individual assessment, I shall now record details they gave me. I can but assure you that these calls were indeed made—as all my family and News of the World reporter Peter Earle know—and that, after ponderous thought, I eventually accepted them as sensible (as opposed to lunatic) ravings that found a sympathetic ear on a lighted landing. But I discounted sentiments which would make me look foolish if trying to persuade responsible editors to publish them.
There was little expression in Caellsan's voice. It was flat yet compelling, without any trace of accent. He warned me: "Use nature's beneficial resources to the full for peaceful and productive objects. Your heads of government must come to their senses before it is too late. Do not rush into a bottomless pit of doom and destruction, contrary to the meaning of life that is precious. Forget the mad lusting after power and domination, as we learned to reject it thousands of your Earth years ago.
"We ask you to help us put this important message before your cantel councils. We wish them to think again over their supreme follies, although we cannot force them to our will. Our beloved Traellison, Queen of Aenstria, cannot commit such power of decisions to our hands, and the Universal Spirit of Truth — whom your Earth peoples call God — banishes compulsion from our minds and hearts."
Caellsan warned strongly against harmful types of scientific and military experiment. On the threshold of the nuclear age, Man could so easily topple headlong over the verge of safety into utter oblivion, from sanity to suicidal madness. The envelope of our Earth cantel would, if we did not exert great care, ignite from end to end in a blazing inferno.
This would surely destroy the creative system of our cantel; it could create upheaval throughout our entire solar system; and even adversely affect his own cantel of Aenstria by its outward repercussions. For the atmosphere beyond our cantel is desperately thin, he revealed. Earth scientists and astronomers, physicists and geologists, have as yet only incomplete knowledge of the immense universe opening out from all around their cantel.
Selorik, who described himself as the English interpreter for Aenstria, had a high-pitched voice, soft and musical to the ear. He sounded much younger than Caellsan, who was a senior spacecraft commander. Selorik concerned himself, chiefly, with personal messages from his beloved Traellison. From his sometimes agitated tones, it was obvious that he, too, felt anxiety over the things that worried her.
She was perturbed over excess radiation in our skies; about the long-term effects of this in the way of mutations and grossly disfigured humanity on cantel Earth, both in and out of the womb; of man gradually poisoning himself and his kind by wrong chemical applications to the soil; by disease that would spread in future if potentially dangerous and malignant deposits are made in water or on seabeds by careless custodians of our communal safety.
I was told that possible threats to our water supplies were uppermost in the minds of Aenstrians. Apart from via the atmosphere, waterborne bacteria spread fastest. Their underwater crews were already engaged in exhaustive testing missions in this direction. They are carrying out urgent remedial work, ready to salvage harmful piles of waste atomic products from seabeds and take them away for aerial neutralising if and when found. It was emphasised that Aenstrians passed through these fretful stages of evolution many thousands of years ago, so are only too cognisant of the tremendous dangers attendant upon them.
Warminster, he said, was an essential base for his people to operate from, cradled in the earliest form of civilisation known to Britain and known to some of his ancestors. Other large bases (although not necessarily of Aenstrians) were on the American continent and in certain sectors of Europe for short-term working. Our Earth has been under surveillance from Aenstrian and fellow extraterrestrial travellers for millennia. When I asked why Warminster was chosen as a base on this occasion, he advised: "You must wait and see, for much will be revealed when we can openly show ourselves to all of your Earth peoples.
"Certain of us, and our forebears, have walked among you for many years, learning your ways and customs and wondering at some of your traditions. We have now established bases here which are essential for our aims and purposes. We can read and understand your Earth writings, which you call newspapers and books, and are dismayed that the comic papers of your children portray us as monsters having two heads or several legs, metal casings for bodies, a machine for a brain.
"I ask you to believe that we are just as you, physically. You have exceptions to the rule in giants and pygmies, in differing colours of skin. We have these, also. Specific tasks are carried out for us by robots of our own creation. These, if seen on the ground, could cause confusion in the minds of your peoples, being mistaken for grotesque denizens of other planets. They are harmless and obey our will.
"We do need your friendship, so that we can share our knowledge with your scientists and doctors. There is so much of value we can offer, freely and willingly, to your peoples. Please tell them, by publications in all your cantel papers and writings, that we are not to be feared. We come in infinite love and peace. Yet many of you are still hostile to us. Shots from earth-guns have been fired at our spacecraft. We are immune to such attacks, when prepared to meet them. But some of us have been killed, needlessly.
"You see, Shuttlewood, we cannot retaliate. That is against the laws of our cantel and the demands of the Only One's code. We may lose lives while endeavouring to help your peoples, though we shall never take one in return. That is forbidden. We have been commanded by the Only One, and by our beloved Traellison, to come here and save you from self-destruction. It is a difficult task, and very hazardous, in face of the attitude of your peoples.
"You must advise them, for their sakes and those of future generations, to mend their ways; to seek enlightenment and truth before the hour of extinction dawns to preface rebirth in a new mould; to behave as the Spirit of Universal Truth would have you behave. Cleanse your minds and thoughts from tragic misconceptions. Learn to live fully and not fragmentally, thus curing all your mental and bodily ailments. Health of mind, body and spirit can never be yours while your cantel is plagued by wars, famine, pestilence and wrongful thinking. Soften the rough edges of your hearts and above all — at present — learn to trust us implicitly.
"We are but one of many cantels in the vast universe, combining together in love and harmony in a divinely ordered plan to help rid your cantel of its pressing dangers. You must not be afraid: we shall be showing ourselves more often in your skies next year — and by the end of 1967 shall have accomplished much of that which we have set out to do on your cantel."
Has our earthly science, in its broadest sense of the term, become vastly over-complicated? As a non-scientific sort of person, I can only accept the word of Selorik that this is indeed the case. Again, assuming that my contacts with people from a far-distant world known as Aenstria were bona fide.
Is our science attempting to make a lower branch take the place of the entire tree of knowledge? And is this the prime factor leading towards over-complication? For the proper evolution of Mankind, according to Selorik, three types of science are essential: spiritual, social and physical (or material). From the very beginning — and remember, Time has a different meaning among other cantels or planets than we give it here on Earth — Man sensed the fact that a superior Power and Intelligence pervades and controls all nature.
He has always had the wish to learn more concerning the nature of this power, whether facing it with fear or reverence and love. Man can improve his general condition in life only by co-operation with this force; it will worsen if, in his ignorance, he fights against it. At an ever-increasing rate, the superstructure of material science has outstripped spiritual and social sciences in the past half-century or so; for it is continually being stimulated by growing needs of the body and overriding mental desires.
Therefore, humanity is being threatened by its own creations because spiritual and social sciences have not sufficiently progressed to allow them to determine uses to which their own important creations should be put. The true foundation is in danger of being unable much longer to support the colossal material superstructure, which will collapse upon it with calamitous results. We are off-balance and off-key, out of step with the desired pattern of life predestined for us at the beginning of Man's creation. And Man was created in individual mould, I learned, not descended from fish or apes.
Traellison had a strangely sweet, sing-song voice, nicely modulated and yet like that of a child, although she wields great authority among her subjects. She told me that Earth peoples have much to learn; the eyes and minds of many are clouded by misapprehension and lack of true understanding as to the prime purpose of life. We are all children and living parts of the great Creator, the Living Force who controls every single particle of the universe, human or inanimate. [MRB: The description probably verbatim — 'oversees' is a more appropriate word than 'controls.']
With too many self-centred egotists in positions of power, there is political danger within; and with nuclear experimentation going unchecked in certain areas of our cantel, both above and under ground, there is physical danger without. "Tear off your blindfolds!" she urged after a brief reference to secreted hoards of death-dealing germs, stockpiled worldwide, and dangers of drug-traffic.
Traellison claimed that her crews are so advanced, so versed in mastery over dimensions of which we on Earth have no knowledge, that they can dematerialise at will together with their craft; and that machines and crew are protected in flight by invisible barriers set up by the same solar ray principle which gives normal saucer-shaped aeroforms their motive force. When erected, these invisible barriers are invulnerable. Gunfire, even bombs, cannot penetrate or affect them. Her friendly warning was:
"Your puny machines are powerless compared with our spaceships. It is a simple matter for us to stop their flight, to render harmless and destroy their engines if we wish. But we are not like that. Earth machines, sadly, have sometimes flown too near us and paid a penalty we did not seek to exact. It was not of our wish, for we come in peace always."
There was nothing to fear from "the sounds as of pebbles dropping on to the roofs and coverings of your earth habitations." She begged me to reassure Warminster people about this, speaking of the unusual effects of the ocrephenral beam that overcomes space and time hurdles. Occasionally, she admitted, their craft developed faults — and gave testimony of cases where such stricken spacecraft have been deliberately exploded when far from Earth; or have come down into the sea and been safely detonated in the watery deep so that no harm attaches to Earth peoples. Yet her crews in those craft have perished.
A lover of children, Traellison deplored the fact that our cantel has rich and poor communities, so that an overabundance of food in one may commonly be dumped as rubbish, whereas another is filled with empty bellies, wracked by hunger and poverty. There was no need or reason for this waste, she stressed, assuring me she had no intention of preaching or treating me as one of her subjects. It was simply good commonsense, she pointed out, outlining methods she would adopt to ensure that everyone on cantel Earth had a satisfying intake of food for both body and—more vital—mind.
I learned, during these phone talks, that Aenstrians live long and little sickness prevails. Medical, surgical and scientific skills have reached a zenith of perfection on Aenstria, with no disease left to conquer. Here, primarily, she insisted, she and her brothers and sisters could, given the chance, help our cantel immeasurably.
Could we but learn to unburden ourselves of primitive suspicions and hostile emotion, concede that visitors from other cantels in the universe are real and anxious to help, their task would be so much easier. The laws of tribal rule and the jungle are outmoded: can we never appreciate this as an inescapable fact? Why create so many borders and frontiers between nations? Why, with myopic vision, be so 'anti' in relations with fellow men and women? Anti-Negro, anti-Red, anti-Jewish. Soon, she forecast, much of our world would be violently anti-Yellow.
Our Aenstrian space visitors are impressed by the love of parents for children and vice versa. Here on Earth, generally, it was consistent. They carefully log information of this nature, such visible signs of love and affection. Love should be the foremost emotion in any balanced society. However, Traellison found that our old people are inclined to suffer neglect, whereas on her cantel they are held in high esteem. When I mentioned that our average life expectancy is three score years and ten on earth, she said she knew this; then sighed.
"I am nine times as old as that, yet I am considered quite young to be queen of my cantel," was her stunning admission. "If you are willing to learn truths and not persist in vain belief that you already know everything, you can be as we are and enjoy life as the tremendous and exhilarating adventure it really is. Many of us walk among you. We can easily determine whom to contact and trust. Our knowledge will spread to your peoples in time. Even our genuine Earth friends are shy to admit that they know us and our ways. It is a slow process, but it is sure — and your year 1967 may be full of shocks and surprises."
I asked what life was actually like on Aenstria. Whereupon, she spoke for twenty minutes or more in extolling the virtues of her cantel, which is not of our solar system. Greed, gain, mercenary and fiscal considerations — these are unknown and constantly puzzle her people on Earth. "Try to imagine what your life would be like if financial values were dispensed with overnight," she invited. I have ever since pondered deeply on this. It needs some understanding, such as, eventually, with all its implications and complications.
Payment for services in Aenstria is in kind. A craftsman or artisan cheerfully does necessary tasks for neighbours. They, in turn, employ their talents in resolving his practical problems of everyday living. It is as elementary as that; and all, because of their supreme physical, mental and spiritual fitness, are born aerial travellers.
All, because of their fellow-loving creed and the sharing of communal rights and responsibilities stripped of frontiers and prejudices, are eager to spread the gospel of a life of simplicity that is wholly rewarding, released from materialistic fetters. All are alarmed that cantel Earth may erupt into a smouldering ruin, suddenly and unnecessarily, to set up a chain reaction of disaster farther afield in the universe.
"Remember, the light from the suns shines upon us all. We cannot live without it." This was a salient message really emphasised by all three during our talks. They said that they could not stress this important, life-giving and lifesaving factor enough. Each expressed concern, also, for the continuing efficiency of the protective belt which girdles our cantel. It acts as a filter for rays coming to our planet from other sources, thus permitting only positive vibrations to reach and benefit us.
Through frequent atomic tests in the atmosphere, these protective belts can become distorted, their effectiveness impaired. The protective layers can be gouged and ripped apart, with dreadful consequences. Thus dangerous rays, including harmful Strontium 90, can reach and adversely affect us and activate in water supplies. In particular sectors of our Earth, fault zones have appeared, known to our visitors and as yet undiscerned by our own experts. The Aenstrian callers, and their peoples, fear that if nuclear testing is carried out near, or on, these faulty places, untold destruction will inevitably result.They do not wish our Earth peoples, whom they term brothers and sisters according to the Only One's decree, to be immersed in the biggest blood-bath in our history; and, having vainly attempted to warn some of the governments of the world, are now seeking to convince the ordinary man and woman in the street. "Remember the terrible, tragic and needless end of the cantel Lucifer," they warned.
There is a continual warring between positive and negative forces, I was told. On principles of polarity, just as there is good and evil at work on Earth, so there are forces of Darkness and Light among UFO-denizens. But the majority are swayed solely by divine aspiration, bent on nurturing goodness and salvation of souls. Right, not might, will eventually triumph on every plane. Traellison said: "'The meek shall inherit the Earth' is one of your sayings, handed down to you from the timeless wisdom of the Only One. The meaning of this prophecy from the Spirit of Universal Truth will manifest itself in an unexpected manner."
I asked — what mortal would not, if such calls were genuinely inspired — whether our world was due to come to a sudden end. The only response I received was: "There is hope for your cantel and peoples if you will but pull yourselves out of the slough of moral decay and indifference; if you will accept that only humility and tolerance, coupled with love, lead to the gaining of true knowledge." (Traellison).
"Only our queen, our beloved Traellison, can answer this. I can simply tell you that so much—indeed, everything—depends on your peoples at this stage. Ignorance is death, while knowledge is life. Faith and courage must be shown in this day — and great changes for the better in heart and mind. The body is but a shell; the soul is the living quality counting most. Death leads to a new life and man is constantly being born again." (Caellsan).
"I interpret for Aenstria. There is nothing I can say beyond what our beloved Traellison commands. Corruption must go; war must be outlawed; greed and avarice are not of the essence of truth. Nourishment of the spirit must replace materialism and useless fodder for the body and some minds. A great Teacher was sent to earth 2,000 of your Earth years ago. He wisely advised principles which apply to all beings with souls. Look inwardly and be honest — have you abided by those teachings from the Only One?" (Selorik).
To supplement these unpalatable truths in detail, Traellison said there is an excess of unnecessary mental illness and physical distress on Earth, due not only to the strain of the hectic pace of modern mechanised life but to the decided weakening of moral fibre and religious supplication. Not only do we clutter highways and byways with noisy, fume-expelling traffic. We also wrongly nourish body and brain by certain food we consume. Most important of all, our spiritual state is sadly undernourished. We yearn for the bad things; neglect seeking for the desirable.
She urged that a complete and radical change in our mode of living, and in the quality of our thought, is a first essential before we can free ourselves of depression and tragedy afflicting us at every turn. Corruption and greed on a human level are crippling and killing in effect to those striving incessantly for the worthless things in life. Financial gains and commercial incentives are only valid when divorced from debasing motives. Witness the misery which follows in the train of lax morality; venereal and other diseases, abortions, families split asunder.
As a woman, Traellison asks us to spare the ordeal for mothers and wives whose sons or husbands are called up to wage wars; the fatherless children left to grieve when death occurs on the battlefields. Her people have watched many global conflicts, so many inter-nation disputes and wars, in this present century especially, that they almost despair of our collective reasoning coming to the fore instead of futile dalliance with hate and hostility.
Unless degrading and depressive influences are overcome soon, we are headed for absolute disaster, spiritually, and impending doom in a physical sense. True relaxation to body, spirit and mind is best encouraged when we discover — or rediscover — a faith on which to cling. Then would the Spirit of Universal Truth "wash away the tears of your cantel dwellers and make everyone whole again."
We had turned away from the truth. Some with forceful finality, contemptuous of its worth; some because they misunderstood or wrongly interpreted the very purpose of life. A few held steadfast, cherishing their beliefs instilled in infancy; a few rightfully frowned on get-rich-quickly enterprises as shallow deception pandering to the materialistic.
These few people would lead the cantel Earth to new heights of glory, she predicted. Yet only if the masses following the wayward paths of ignorance heeded their warnings. Family ties are all-important. The emphasis for good or bad in these ripples outward to the whole community. Demands of young children are naturally exacting — and must be firmly met, not shunned. Mothers going out to work to earn extra money in supplementing the family income were not condemned; but when this was done to the detriment of their children it could not be approved.
The bad habit of 'keeping up with the Joneses' was not in the code of human behaviour in Aenstria. To outshine, to outdo, to create envy among neighbours and friends, are poor practices reflecting exhibitionist tendencies leading to grave mental disorder, warping the pattern of life. The humble, the thankful, the seekers-of-truth with love in their hearts: they had the right approach to correct living. To aspire high was laudable providing it was not directed towards an ultimate of riches or personal gain; but rather in search of infinite truth and its sharing with one's fellows.
How did our visitors manage to learn English, and other languages, before they first came to our Earth? After assuring me that a number of Aenstrians speak divers tongues, Selorik gave me scientific data concerning this. Sounds, even whispers, can be enlarged by amplification. Such instruments, delicately attuned, were in use when Aenstrians journeyed near Earth many centuries ago. Frequency and wavelength patterns are always present everywhere. One merely brings into audible range something which already exists in the atmosphere.
Reminding me of the days when I was head boy at a school near Chelmsford (how could he have known that?), Selorik said I would have considered my teachers mad if they had predicted that, before I was thirty, I would sit in the comfort of my home and see people walking in the streets of Moscow, New York or Sydney, simply by pressing a switch on a television set.
Bricks and mortar, windows and doors, form no obstacle when controlled use of aerial vibrations is applied. People talking in the sanctity of homes and churches, local councils in debating sessions, even governments engaged in political palavering, all had their voices magnified several thousandfold for relay up to Aenstrian machines hovering hundreds of miles over Earth, hundreds of years ago.
Caellsan went into technical and technological details I could scarcely follow. It was way beyond my limited grasp of electronics or mechanics. Vibrationary power extends farther than our earthly conception of electricity, fully understood by Aenstrians and other enlightened space travellers. Marvellous optical instruments aboard their spacecraft, he told me, made possible the study of our literature.
Although the subject is complex, he made it appear elementary, and perfectly acceptable. The thought that they had been examining us in depth, in this fashion for many centuries, made me quail.
Giant light-reflector plates and sound-cones were mentioned by Caellsan as being among apparatus used by Aenstrian crews to pick up visual or audible data from Earth. I will not embarrass the person concerned, but Caellsan told me that a man living near Warminster was formerly a human contact with them. "He let us down, badly, yet we can forgive this weakness. We sent him a message in Earth writing and a talisman from our cantel in good faith, with implicit instructions to meet us at a remote point on Salisbury Plain at a stated hour before dawn. He failed to come to the rendezvous. Shuttlewood, do not let us down — make the publications we ask of you."
Later conversations with my callers from Aenstria showed how they have progressed technologically. They must surely have sampled the strengths and weaknesses of various Earth minds, as well as taken specimens at regular intervals of our substrata, water, crops, plants, vegetation and soil. For Traellison claimed that they can now monitor thought impulses and mental processes instead of magnifying sounds and sights to secure information they must possess to help us in the near future.
Further confirmation is given by those Aenstrians who dwell among us, perhaps even sharing our meal-tables and work-benches, today. Obviously, they are in touch with our space brethren by predetermined media. It should not surprise if the fact comes to light that—in kindly and harmless fashion—Earth people have been subjected to rigorous examination by Aenstrians to discover radiation levels and blood differences since nuclear tests were started. Humanely hypnotised or given a memory-sleeping drug to make them unaware of these experiences.
I will reveal one confidence. I was given, under a strict oath of secrecy, details of how saucer-type craft are propelled and how energy is stored within these spacecraft. Bob Strong, Sybil Champion and I, by careful observation of flight movements when UFOs are overhead at Cradle Hill, find that these details are borne out with complete accuracy.
Traellison told me: "We have passed through numerous stages of evolution, and sickness of the mind was conquered on Aenstria thousands of your Earth years ago.
"Moral decline, individually and collectively, is often the root from which such maladies flourish. In consequence, guilt-ridden complexes are set up. We too suffered badly, as you are suffering on your Earth today. Temptation comes to everyone. No one is wholly immune until the soul is perfect. What you term "conscience" is a strong force for good. It is a shock-absorber that can resist tremendous pressures from outside. It is a barrier to wrong emotions and desires, when one has faith to sustain. Without faith or religion, conscience can degenerate into a broken rampart allowing evil forces to flood the mind.
"Changes occur in the chemical balances of the brain. The even flow of vibrations and magnetism, which you term electrical conductivity, is upset and disturbed. Instead of clear reason, dark confusion reigns, with malfunction of brain cells that are afflicted in this manner. This is one of the problems besetting your cantel, as it was ours in the long ago. If you accept and trust us, we can help you. There is an unfailing recipe for curing each malady that attacks mind, body and spirit; a simple method of ridding a being of guilt complexes; a correct way in which to expend valuable energies, both of mind and body.
"Man on cantel Earth is still in his spiritual infancy. His knowledge of values in life which should be uppermost is scant and restrictive, materialism too rife for it to enter his consciousness. You wash your limbs to keep them clean. You must also learn to wash away that which gives rise to mental pain and sickness."
One night, when Selorik was on the phone, I was tempted to put the local police on to the track of what I considered to be a hoaxer. I have two phones on our landing; one for my own private and press use, one an extension from my father-in-law's business premises. When he and his wife are out, my wife takes incoming calls for them, their small exchange being switched over to us.
I was on the point of whispering to my wife, 'Get the police on the other line and tell them to go to the Boreham Field kiosk and catch this infernal crank,' when Selorik interpreted my thoughts. His tones, clear and curiously strident for once, bellowed from the earpiece: "Shuttlewood, dear friend, do not try and apprehend us. Earth peoples will only suffer if they attempt to do so. We come in peace. This you must understand, for it is the truth. You must have faith in us, as we have faith in you."
He continued: "Put all forceful thoughts from your mind. Break out of the shell of suspicion. Nothing can ever be resolved by force. Does anyone on your cantel benefit from the evils of war? Must the flower of your youth continue to perish and be destroyed by the corruption of men's minds? How can we tell you of the wondrous joys we wish to impart, happiness we wish to bring your peoples, if such thoughts linger in your mind also? Trust us: and tell your peoples to cast the mote of misunderstanding from their eyes."
Unless our Earth peoples "mended their ways and repaired to righteousness," all three solemnly warned, we should eventually be beyond the help of interplanetary brethren who are doing as the Only One commands. This sort of talk was over my head; but I was advised to set it down carefully, word for word, as given. No matter how difficult readers found it to credit, no matter how much they scoffed and poured contempt, I was to persevere and "make publications of what we confide to you for their sake."
Shrewd, sweet and sensible. That is how I view Traellison, judging from her voice and the messages she relayed to me. Yet, perhaps ignorant and unseeing, not a very religious person in the conventional sense, I still doubt the nagging voice of conscience that seems to prick my eardrums whenever I recall that voice. I leave it to the judgment of readers to decide whether the substance of these Messages rings a responsive bell in human hearts and minds. Personally, I still hunger for more tangible proof that they are mingling with us on this Earth. I wonder, still, why they did not accept my invitation to visit my flat to be interviewed in person.
I was told repeatedly, by the trio, to have complete faith, not to doubt for an instant what they said. Therefore, I may be a blind and unthinking coward in semi-refusal to place absolute confidence in these contacts. On the other hand, as a reporter and fact-finder, hardheaded and uncompromising, I cannot commit myself one hundred per cent. There was no harm, only good, in what they told me, if they are real flesh-and-blood entities as we are. Yet I hesitate to brand myself a believer in purely circumstantial or hearsay evidence. Conversely, I am prepared to accept the probability of people living on other planets in our universe.
I am even willing to concede that our special visitors can materialise and render themselves invisible at will. For this is surely Man's next step in his spiritual progress perhaps, allied with technological advancement. This is our destiny — life in the skies, outreaching horizon limits in exploration for new knowledge and conducted peacefully throughout. Frankly, this is as far as I am able to commit myself.
Good news travels fast. I am pleased to report that my small investigating team has been joined by an ever-growing band of serious researchers at Cradle Hill. Members of BUFORA, including Dr. John Cleary-Baker, Dr. G. G. Doel, Nigel Stephenson, Norman Oliver, Eileen Buckle, Keith Palmer, Edgar Hatvany, John Clarke, Ivor Mackay, Tim Good and other stalwarts have helped, together with their astro-compasses, theodolites, binoculars, tape-recorders, telescopes, walkie-talkie sets and various measuring instruments. Things that we could not afford, although Bob Strong's old-fashioned three-inch telescope has been a great boon in conjunction with our modest cameras.
A Bristol train-driver and a Home Office senior official are among latest witnesses. The locomotive man, as his freight-carrying charge thundered non-stop through the night, was scared stiff when an UFO of diamond-flashing brilliance tore across his cab and made a swift return trip seconds later, having skirted the front of the engine in its aerial darting motion.
Throughout this period of sixteen months I have set down the things I have seen and heard. I do not set myself up as an expert on UFOs, however, Dr. Cleary-Baker summed it up admirably when he said: "It is valid to assume that the right person is in the right place at the right time in the still-problematical sphere of UFO research."
Knowledge I have amassed through months of hard plodding and observation is incidental to the common aim of all seekers of truth. I hope that it may be of some value to everybody.
Not a few realise that a spiritual New Look is necessary before we can justly be called Brothers of Christ and Sons of God.
Without doubt this has been the most dynamic and dramatic part of my earthly existence. No one is perfect. Life is a perpetual challenge. May we be granted the strength and courage to make it a more pleasurable experience for others — and so enhance its meaning for ourselves! The message from space brothers and sisters is crystal clear: Put service to others above self. Help the weak and defenceless when circumstances reduce them to depths of despair. Do unto others as you would be done by. You can do it so easily if you really try. It first calls for an immense amount of courage!
Here is a final thought from Dr. John Cleary-Baker, who has seen our Warminster phenomenon several times: "Tau Ceti and / or Epsilon Eridani may hold the answer, or the UFO-denizens may come from worlds revolving around suns very much more distant. I do not think mere distance counts for much in terms of travel by UFOs. The probability is that they use a sort of hyper-dimensional link which bypasses space altogether. Some of them may be able to by-pass time also, to some extent.
"I think that 1967 may well be a vital year in respect of the UFO enigma. Things are hotting-up in our field all over the world, as I know from the information continually flowing in to me."
Meanwhile, I am engaged in sifting the grain from the chaff in later UFO sightings in and around Warminster. Much of moment is still happening locally. I write these closing lines at the tailend of 1966, as Warminster puts on its tinselled and colourful front to celebrate Christmas once more.
We have taken many more good photos, almost seventy in all, and the witness list has now grown to more than 1,000, swollen by visitors from many countries overseas. Teaching staff and scholars from some of England's leading schools are among recent witnesses at Cradle Hill. Between us, my observation team have seen 972 UFOs to date.
I humbly hope my second book, containing other vivid sighting experiences, will give the final answer to the UFO mystery.
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Shuttlewood reported in his next book about further interaction with the Aenstrians, culminating with the interlude in the book that is the subject of a preceding article at this blog: "Arthur Shuttlewood's Encounter with 'Karne' of the Planet 'Aenstria'.
Here's a list of Metaphysical Articles blog posts about Arthur Shuttlewood and his books.
"The Warminster Mystery"
"Warnings from Flying Friends"
"UFOs – Key to the New Age"
"Arthur Shuttlewood’s Daytime UFO Sightings"
"Some Media Responses to the Warminster Mystery"
"Bryce Bond and the Warminster Mystery"
"The Flying Saucerers"
"More UFOs Over Warminster"
"Account of a UFO Photo"
"UFO Magic in Motion"
"Flying Saucer Review and Arthur Shuttlewood"
"Arthur Shuttlewood In Retrospect"
"EVP and UFOlogy – MP3 Audio: Arthur Shuttlewood 1968"
"Five Paranormal Encounters with Tiny People"
"Flying Saucer Contactees and the New Age"
"Arthur Shuttlewood's Encounter with 'Karne' of the Planet 'Aenstria'"
"This is the Ultimate UFO / UAP / Flying Saucer Photograph"
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