Alien Anomalies

Source Of Information: The Reinhold O. Schmidt Story. Cosmic
Secrets Exposed. Edge of Tomorrow. The True Account of Experiences
With Visitors From Another Planet.
                      Introduction

  "My life was a normal one, by average world standards, until November
5, 1957.  At that time an experience took place which I never dreamed 
would happen to me. I was born on February 16, 1897, in Kenesaw, 
Nebraska, of German-American parents.  However, my home and business are 
now in Bakersfield, California.  My daughter and her family live in 
Livermore, California, and  my two sons who are also married, live in 
Woreland, Wyoming.  As a salesman and a grain-buyer, I have spent much 
time traveling for a Brawley, California firm whose operations also 
extend to corn-picking and shelling in Wilcox, Arizona.  However, my 
travels have taken me mainly to the middle west, in negotiations with 
grain-growing farmers. Perhaps all my excursions had something to do 
with my being contacted by beings from another planet, for certainly 
there would not have been a similar opportunity if I had worked at a 
regular office job.

  Many of you will believe, and others will laugh at, my claims of 
these contacts.  Especially fantastic to some people is the fact that 
I was subsequently taken for rides in their space craft.  Not only are 
these things true, but also, these wonderful people from another world 
have taught me more about our own planet Earth than I could possibly
have learned through the usual channels of books, newspapers, radio and 
television.
  My experiences since 1957 are recorded in the Congressional records of 
the United States.  It may surprise you to know that the Pentagon in 
Washington, D. C., there are five offices with a personnel of twenty-five
men and women who work exclusively on reports concerning Unidentified 
Flying Objects and allied subjects.

  Since my first contact with a space ship and its six occupants from 
another planet, I have lectured all over the United States and Canada.  
Before that unexpected encounter, I had never been a "Flying Saucer" fan.  
I had, however, heard and read of people who claimed personal contact 
with space beings.  My reaction was: maybe they're true; maybe not.  I 
kept an open mind. But I had always been a man who kept his feet on solid 
ground, with little time for delving into subjects that were out of the 
ordinary. Then...it happened to ME!

                        The Kearney Incident

  On a misty November 5, 1957, I finished my work about 2:30 p.m.  It 
had been a busy day of inspecting fields of milo and corn a few miles 
from Kearney, Nebraska, which is about thirty miles from Kenesaw,
my birthplace.  (incidentally, Kearney is the exact center of the 
United States, being just 1,733 miles from both San Francisco and 
Boston.)  I was driving near an old sand bed on the Platte River, and 
close by was an abandoned farm house. It seemed like a good place to
turn my car around but, as I started to do so, there was a brilliant 
flash of light a short distance ahead. I drove on to investigate what 
I thought might be someone blasting trees, although I had heard no 
noise.  Within a hundred feet of the river bank my car engine suddenly
stopped.  I turned the ignition off and on several times, thinking 
that perhaps the battery had gone dead or that maybe the rough road had 
jiggled some wiring loose.  As I started to get out of the car to check 
the engine, I noticed something ahead that appeared to be a large, 
half-inflated balloon. When I walked toward it, skirting a clump of 
willow trees and tall grass, it was obvious that it was not a balloon, 
but great, silvery craft which seemed to be made of some kind of metal, 
such as polished steel or aluminum.  It was resting on what I later 
found out to be four hydraulic rams serving as landing gear, but it 
looked like some sort of balloon more than anything else.

  As I came within about thirty feet of it a thin stream of light, 
about as big around as a pencil, shot out from it and hit me across the 
chest.  It seemed as if I were suddenly paralyzed; I could not move.  
Maybe I was only scared stiff but, before I could analyze my feelings, a
door in the ship slid open and two men came out of it toward me.  They 
asked if I were armed and, although I said no, they frisked me anyway, 
but they took nothing from me.

  After regaining some of my composure and discovering that I could 
move again, I asked them what they were doing here, what kind of craft 
they had there, and where they were from.  One of the men did the 
talking.  He was evidently the leader and I shall refer to him hereafter 
as Mr. X.  He spoke English with a German accent and said that they 
couldn't answer those particular questions at that time.  However, 
when I asked to come closer in order to see the ship, Mr. X invited me
aboard since, he said, they couldn't leave for a few minutes anyway.  He 
said that I could look around inside but not to touch anything.

                Inside The Ship

  Besides the leader, there were three men and two women 
in the ship.  The women were sitting behind a 
big desk on which there was a large frame which enclosed
what looked like a viewing screen  At the same
end of the ship were four columns of colored liquid:
red, green, blue and orange.  These tubes were approximately 
4 and one half feet high and 6 inches in diameter.  The 
ladies seemed to be watching the liquid very closely
as it moved slowly up and own, like the pistons in an 
automobile.  The three men were working on an instrument 
panel that filled one side of the room  I saw one
of them clipped off some short wires.  The panel was filled
with clocks, dials, buttons and switches. In the center
was a large screen which looked like our television
screens, but it was not working while I was there.
  
  The walls of the ship were about a foot thick and
looked glassy.  Oddly enough, I could see through them 
...the sky, the surrounding scenery, even the weeds
and brush beneath us were visible! But, I remembered,
looking at the ship from the outside it seemed to be 
made of solid piece of metal.  There were no portholes
or windows.  The only opening was the doorway.

  All of these people had dark hair and what looked 
like sun-tanned skin.  The men were about five-feet-
eight inches tall and weighed about 170 pounds. I
guessed the ladies' weight at about 120 pounds, and 
they were about the same height as the men.  They
wore light-colored blouses, dark shirts and shoes with 
medium heels.  Both the men's and women's clothing
were similar to what we find here on our streets.
Any one of them could have walked unnoticed among 
our people.

  The instrument panel had no name or identification
which might have disclosed the place of manufacture, 
but I did notice some Arabic numerals and some Roman
numerals on it.  However, there were no other figures
or letters on any kind on either the inside or the 
outside of the ship.

  Another thing that fascinated me was the way the
crewmen glided, instead of walking, across the floor
when they stepped back from the instrument panels!
It seemed as though they were on a moving sidewalk,
although I saw no moving parts .... and when I tried
it, it didn't work!  I wondered if hey had something 
special on their shoes.

  When these people spoke among themselves they 
used high German, which I happen to understand, as
I graduated from a school in which both German and 
English were taught.  I could speak read and write
German at the time, and I still speak and understand
it fairly well.  But these people all spoke to me in
English with a German accent.
(Addendum: Mothertongue of the crew= German. Obviously.)
  
Mr. X asked me if I knew anything about the United
States' satellite program.  When I replied that I did not,
he said, "They're planning to send up some satellites,
but the first two will never leave the ground.  The third
will go up, but it won't send back data."

  This prophecy has since proved true.  The results of 
those flight were printed in newspapers all over the 
country.

  After I had been inside the ship for about half an
hour, one of the men who had been working on the 
panel said to another, "  "Wir sind fertig," which means
"We are finished."  Mr. X said to me, "You will have to 
leave now."  I was relieved to hear that because, frankly,
I had been a little bit concerned about ever getting off
that ship again!

  As I stepped onto the ground, the motor started. It
sounded like a large electrical one, and it became
quieter as it worked up momentum.  It ran a few seconds
and then the ship took off...straight up in the air!
About 12 feet off the ground it turned pitch black. Then 
at about 100 feet it turned a bluish-green and headed
southwest.  There was a brilliant flash, and then the 
ship absolutely disappeared before my eyes!  I 
estimated the ceiling of the clouds that day to be only about
800 feet, but the ship had vanished at about 150 feet.
A county official told me later that the craft had stalled
a tractor, two cars, and a large truck..all of which
had been beneath the path of the ship  during its takeoff.

  During my first visit aboard the strange craft I had 
been told not to try to start my car until the ship was out
of sight, and that an attempt to do so would be unsuccessful.
Now I realized why my car had stalled earlierwhen I first 
approached the ship.




                        A Matter Of Record

  It was about 3:15 p.m. when I returned to my car.
I turned around and headed for Kearney. Suddenly, the
significance of my experience hit me full force. I shook
so violently that I had to stop the car and try to pull
myself together.  Should I report what had happened or
just keep quiet about it? I was afraid that no one would
believe me and that I might even lose my job.  Then
I remembered both a radio and a television announcement
that the government wanted volunteer skywatchers
to report Unidentified Flying Objects. I decided that it 
was my duty as a citizen to report the whole thing.

   First, I went to my minister's home to tell him about 
it and to ask his advice.  He wasn't in.  Then I drove to 
the Kearney police station and asked to see the Sheriff,
but he was on vacation.  The desk clerk called the 
Deputy Sheriff at the courthouse and made an appointment 
for me to meet him there.

  When I finished telling him everything that had happened 
that afternoon, he said, "Let's get out there."  We  
went in his car.  On the way he remarked, "This is
quite a coincidence.  Did you hear the siren blow at 
noon today?"

  "Yes," I said, "I was in my hotel room and thought
there was a fire."

  "No," he replied, "someone called and reported a 
strange object in the sky, moving toward Kearney."

  When we reached the place where I had seen the ship,
we saw imprints of the four hydraulic rams on the dry
bed of the Platte River.  We also noticed some oil was 
a dark green color, fine textured and sweet smelling.
However, I could not be positive that it had come from 
the ship.

  I suggested to the deputy that we rope off the area
and post some guards, but he felt that other officials
should first have a chance to investigate the matter.

  When we returned to Kearney, he reported everything
to the Chief of Police.  The  Chief asked me to 
accompany him to the site and also requested that the
City Attorney and a reporter from the local newspaper
go along, too.  The next time we went out to the area
of the strange ship's landing, the five of us drove in a 
police car with the siren going full blast all the way!

  Everyone saw the imprints of the craft and the oil
in the sand, and all agreed that there had been some
kind of a large object there which had made the impressions.
The deputy and I stepped off the distance between 
the prints and we estimated  that the ship had
been about 100 feet long and 30 feet wide. I guessed its
height to be about 14 feet.

  When I suggested again that we rope off the area
and report to someone in higher authority, they said
it would not be necessary since all five of us were 
convinced that a large ship had landed there.

  We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small
mustard glass which we found on the river bank. The 
Chief of Police said he would have it tested.  Then we
drove back to town and they dropped me off at the 
Fort Kearney Hotel, where I was staying.

  At last, I thought, I've done my duty...told them
everything that happened.  Now I can relax. (Little did
I realize that this was only the beginning of chain of 
circumstances which made me almost regret that I had
reported the occurrence.  Yet, it was to lead to some
of the most incredible experiences of my life.)  I sat down
in the lobby to watch television.  Shortly, the local program 
was cut off for a special news flash: "SPACESHIP
LANDS AT KEARNEY, NEBRASKA!!  I was very much surprised 
because nothing had been said to me about
making an announcement over the air.  In fact, I had
not even referred the object as spaceship, because 
I didn't know what it was.  I thought that perhaps it 
might have come from Russia, and that it was manned
by a crew of German scientists getting data on the first
Russian Sputnik which had been launched about a week
before. 

  Within a half hour or so the Chief of Police called
me to ask if I would come over and help answer the 
deluge of telephone calls.  He was swamped!  Reporters,
photographers, citizens and officials were all asking
for information.  When I got to the police station, the 
Chief turned his office over to me.  There were two
telephones which rang incessantly and I did my best 
to handle them.  The Chief took calls in the outer office.

  There was absolute bedlam for about sixteen hours!
Photographers and newsmen came in from surrounding
cities and even form other states.  At 9:00 p.m. the Chief
of Police and I were interviewed on a local radio station,
and at 10:00 a.m. we appeared on a local TV station.
These programs were also released on national radio
and TV networks.

  The crowds of curious and interested people who
flocked to Kearney caused a traffic jam for blocks
around the police station. Inside there was "standing
room only."

  During the night I made several trips with various
officials to the ship's landing area.  The last time was at
3:00 a.m. and even at that hour, there were about thirty
cars there, and groups of people were milling around.
There was much activity there all night long.

                 The Whole Story Changes

  Back at the police station we were answering
phone calls and trying to keep a semblance of order.
I was pretty tired after the long day of unusual events,
but I had become aware of change in the manner of 
the officials as they discussed my experience.  Not only
that, but the story they were now telling no longer
sounded the same at all!

  Suddenly, about 6:00 a.m. they asked me to say that 
my experience had not happened at all, and that it
was a lie! They even asked that I change my story to
match theirs! I was dumbfounded at this turn of events.
I told them that they could tell whatever story they
wanted to, but that I would not change mine unless the 
truth would jeopardize the security of the United States
They had no answer for that!

  Then the Chief of Police asked me if I would submit 
to a test on the lie-detector.

  "Not now," I said.  "I'm hoarse from talking for sixteen
hours and I'm very tired. However, I will take a test 
after I have had a few hours of rest...if the other
fellows will take one, too!"

  There was no reply!  When I indicated that I wanted
to go back to my hotel room to get some sleep, the 
Chief of Police said that I couldn't because they were
going to hold me.  "For what reason?" I asked.  They
didn't know, they said, but they were just going to hold
me, and they did.

          To Jail Without a Warrant

  Finally, I was allowed to go to bed...but it was in
a cell in jail.  In Kearney, the police station, the jail and 
the firehouse are all combined in one unit.  So I had 
merely walked from the police station over to a cell in
the jail, accompanied by an officer.  I was not handcuffed,
however, and at all times they were courteous 
in their dealing with me, although I was jailed without
a warrant.

  When I got up a few hours later, I told them I was
ready to take the lie-detector test, but they said then
that it wouldn't be necessary.  Later, while discussing the 
situation with Major Wayne Aho, he told me that I
had been completely within my right to refuse to take
a test while I was in a state of fatigue, stain and 
hunger.  However, I am still willing to take the test if
the Kearney officials will do the same.  So far, there
have been no takers!

****
  About 10 o'clock that same morning, the County
Attorney came to see me.  He said that they had 
evidence which proved that my experience was untrue and 
that I might just as well make up my mind to say so!
He had with him two oil cans, one of which was found
within a few feet of the spot where the ship "supposedly
stood."
  The other can, open and half full, was of the 
same lot number and, he said, was found in the trunk of 
my car with the can opener beside it! Now who would
leave an uncovered can half full of oil, standing in the 
trunk of his car?

  I told him he would have to think of a better one
than that.  Either he or I could not see, or else all the 
officials of Kearney were blind, as well as five or six
hundred other people who had walked up and down 
the river bed all the previous afternoon and night.  The 
first oil can was supposed to have been found just that 
morning, within a few feet of the place where the ship
had been standing."  I suggested that the fingerprints
be taken off the cans that were found but, as far as I 
know, nothing was ever done about them.

  I seemed to me that the County Attorney looked a bit 
sheepish.  I brought to his attention the fact that the cans
which he had showed circular holes, and that the can
opener I carried in my car cut a triangular hole.  Also,
the two cans in question were the Veedol brand.  The 
oil cans I carried then, (which are in my car), are
RPM and Skeiiy (JW  Sp?).  A local radio announcer told me 
subsequently that the Veedol Company had announced that 
they sold more than five thousand cans of oil a day, and 
they wanted the public to know that their oil did not 
smell!  Later, I discovered that some of the oil had been 
poured out into the trunk of my car and over my laundry.

  Two Air Force officials had arrived in Kearney during
the night from Colorado.  The next morning about eleven
o'clock, November 6th, I was taken over to the police 
station to talk with them.  They recorded my whole
experience on a tape as I told it to them.  During this 
session, one of the Kearney officials happened  to wonder
out loud just how the ship could go straight up when
it took off.  One of the Air Force men forgot himself for 
a moment and admitted, "Oh, we know all about that."

Soon after that meeting, some of the local officials
went back on radio and television and announced that 
my experience was a hoax.  I was confined to jail again
and was allowed no telephone calls or outside contacts.
I was told sometime later that my employer had tried to 
reach me for three successive days, via person-to-person
calls, but to no avail.

  On November 7th, two days after my encounter with 
the ship, it was suggested that I have a mental test.
I asked permission to call by brothers so that they could
bring me an attorney, but my request was denied.

  "We have good attorneys here in Kearney." I was
told.  Running through a list of attorneys in the phone
book, an official pointed to one and said, "Here's a 
good fellow."  They called him in and I found out that
he was the Assistant City Attorney.  His first words to 
me were, "We don't believe your story and we want 
you to change it!" (And this was the person they wanted 
to "defend" me!)

  "Well I have news for you," I said to him. "If that's
the way you feel, I don't want you for my lawyer!"
The following day it was announced in the paper that 
I had an attorney of my own choice!


                  In A Mental Hospital

  About eleven o'clock that same night, November 7th,
I was called to a meeting of a mental-hearing board,
consisting of the Chief of Police, the County Attorney, the 
District Court Clerk, the Deputy Sheriff, and a doctor.
The meeting was held behind locked doors in a room 
above the fire department.  (A local radio announcer
heard about the meeting and wanted to attend, but he
could get no information from anyone until it was all
over.  Then he had to glean what he could from a policeman
who had not even been there)

  The doctor asked me three questions at the hearing:

  1. "How do you feel about the people of Kearney, 
  Nebraska?"

  I assured him that I had no hard feeling toward
  anyone.

  2.  "Do you still maintain that you saw that ship?"
  I told him I certainly did.

  3.  "Are you willing to go to a mental hospital and take
      some tests?
   
      I told him no, I didn't not wish to go to the hospital, 
      but if they insisted on my going, they would have to pay
      the bill!

  About fifteen minutes later I was on the way to the 
hospital in Hastings, Nebraska, accompanied by the 
Chief of Police, The County Attorney and the Deputy
Sheriff.  They kidded me about the nice rest I was going
to have with lots of pretty nurses around!

  "Well fellows," I said, "you can have your fun now
I'll have mine later."

  I was admitted immediately.  The didn't waste any
time! 

  During my stay in jail an item had been printed  in
the local paper to the effect that my wife and my brother
had had me committed to a mental hospital.  This
was entirely untrue, and my family demanded, and got,
an immediate retraction.

  One of the officials had called my brothers, one in
Hastings, and the other in Grand Island, and had told
them that I was a suicidal risk, and that my tie, belt
and shoe strings had been removed from my cell.  There
was absolutely truth in these statements  As for shoe
strings, I had been wearing boots which had no strings
at all.  Not one thing was removed from my cell, not
even my razor.

  My brothers were also told that I had been smoking
marijuana!  The truth of the matter is that I do not smoke
at all.  I have never been a smoker.
  
  Both of my brothers said they couldn't figure how I 
could have gotten "mentally ill" so fast, since I was 
perfectly all right when I had dinner with them and 
their families the previous Sunday.

  The officer then admitted that there were no grounds
for holding me, and suggested that they (my brother)
bring an attorney and a sheriff, and commit me to the 
mental hospital themselves!

  My brothers refused to do this, on the advice of their
attorney.  He said that he had been following the case
all along and that it had gotten too big for the authorities
to handle and now they wanted to wash their 
hands of me and the whole thing.  "Besides," he added,
"if you commit Smitty, the responsibility for such an 
error will be on you heads.  And if I know Smitty, he'll
get out this all right."

  About ten o'clock the first morning of my stay in the 
hospital, I appeared before a panel of about thirty
people, consisting of doctors, nurses and other staff
members.  After answering questions for twenty minutes,
I was invited to ask any questions that I might
care to.  But I had none to ask. Then I was excused from
the session.

  I went to the recreation room to watch television.  The
doctor who was assigned to me came in a little later and
asked why I thought I was sent to the hospital. "I don't
know," I said. "It wasn't my idea in the first place."  He
said they would have to give me some tests, and I 
said I thought that was the general reason for my being
there.  Thereafter, for almost two weeks they tested me
thoroughly.

  During the second week they did an encephalogram, a
test made on a machine which records brain waves.  Four
days later the same test was repeated.  Then I learned
that the charts had been so regular that they had thought
something was wrong with the machine.

  About the twelfth or thirteenth day I appeared before 
the board again.  The hospital superintendant asked if
they wanted to question me further.  Only one person had
a question. It was: "What would you say if we kept you
here for a year or two and gave you treatments?"

  I replied, "I think you doctors are smarter than that.
You know very well that I don't need any treatments."

  The same day my employer from Brawley, California
came to the hospital to see me.  Since he had been
unable to reach me by phone, after three days of trying,
he had finally decided to fly there to find out what was
going on.  In the hospital, as in jail, I had not been 
permitted to make any telephone calls, unfortunately for 
my business activities.

  Major Wayne Aho, Ret., director of a civilian UFO
research group call Washington Saucer Intelligence,
told me later that they had called me at the hospital and 
had been told that "We have to protect Reinhold Schmidt
from the public, and the public from him!"
  
  My boss vouched for my sanity and stability. My Los
 Angeles employer sent an affidavit to the hospital,
 vouching for my business judgement and my honesty, and 
 stating that, in all the time I had bought thousands of 
 dollars worth of grain for his company, there had never 
 been any reason to doubt my ability or question my 
 character.  
 
   I was released for the hospital that day.  In all 
fairness, I must say that on the whole, my stay there was 
not too unpleasant.  They gave me a private room, and 
I got along well with the nurses and doctors...except
for one psychiatrist.
 
   One morning he had come to talk with me.  "I'm
going to ask you some questions," he said, "and I want
you to answer with the first thing that comes into your
mind, whether if answers the question or not."
  
  "Who was smarter," he asked, "George Washington
or Abraham Lincoln?"

  "I really don't know," I replied. " I wasn't even born
then!"

  The next question was: "If you weren't a human being,
what would you rather be?"

  "I'd rather be a psychiatrist!" I said.

  With that he slammed his notebook shut.  I asked if 
there were any more questions.

  "No," he said, "Our records don't stand up in court
anyway."
 
                    I Ride In A Spacehsip!

  Since my first encounter with the people in the strange
metal ship, I have learned that they always keep their
word.  During my first visit aboard  their ship, they had
said that they would see me again.  But I had not the 
slightest thought of another contact with them as I 
drove along a country road outside of Kearney, just
three months to the day after my  first experience.

  It was February 5, 1958.  I had finished looking over 
a field of grain near Elm Creek, and twenty miles
west of Kearney, and was on my way home.  I was 
driving about fifty miles per hour when suddenly my car
stopped as abruptly as if I had jammed on the brakes.
It was the same car I had been driving at the time of 
my first experience, a 1955 Buick Super. Instantly my attention
was drawn to a large silvery object hovering 
just inside the fence that edged the meadow at the side
of the highway.  It looked just like the first ship that I had
seen and I thought, well here we go again!  They've come
back!

  I parked my car and, as I walked towards the fence,
another car approached.  There was a man, woman and 
small child in it.  They looked at me and I waved at them
to stop, hoping to have some witnesses, but hey hurried 
by.  I don't know whether they saw the ship or not.

  As I climbed over the fence, the door of the ship 
slid open and there was Mr. X!

  "Greetings, Reinhold," he said in his pleasant voice.
"It is nice to see you again.  We would like to talk with 
you."  Then he invited me aboard and offered to give me 
a short ride since, he said, it would cause too much commotion 
if they remained by the roadside to converse 
with me. 

  You can imagine how intrigued I was with the prospect 
of a ride in their craft!  My mind was whirling with
a dozen thoughts...They even knew my name!  But 
how...?

  Immediately after that the ship rose straight up in the air.
When we were about 150 to 200 feet in the air. Mr. X said,
"If any of your friends are watching now, they will not be
able to see the ship."  Yet, again, I could see the entire
countryside through the walls.

  I asked what power they used to propel their ship and 
he said, "We get our power from the Sun and from the 
Earth."

  Sitting in the ship was as comfortable as being in my 
own living room.  There was no sensation of movement at 
all during the flight, nor was there nay during the ascent,
or, later, in the descent.

  Presently we landed on the dry sand bed of the Platte
River, about twelve miles west of the place where I had
first seen them.

  Incidentally, both times the ship had landed on what
is called accretion land.  It is ground that cannot be 
privately owned or sold.  It can only be leased by the owner
of the adjoining land.  At one time, this particular area
was part of the river bottom and was filled with water.
Later the river channel was deepened and narrowed by
man, the water was drained off, and the grass, shrubs, and 
trees began to grown on this part of the river bed.  I have
wondered since if, perhaps, these people purposely
chose this land so that they would not be trespassing on
private property.  
                Three Important Questions

  I was puzzled as to what these people could possibly
want with me, Now that we had reached the relative
seclusion of this quiet spot, Mr. X turned to me.

  "Now, Reinhold, we want to asts of people in the 
course of my work, and was able to get opinions from 
people in many works of life.  I hoped that, when Mr.
X and I met again, the answers I had would be acceptable
to him.
               Mr. X Calls On Me!

  In the latter part of April, 1958, Major Aho, John Otto
and I gave a lecture in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  Afterwards,
several of us went to the hotel coffee shop to continue
our discussion while we had a bite to eat.

  Suddenly I felt extremely hot, as if i were almost
suffocating.  I excused myself and went outside for some
air. My attention was immediately drawn to a black MG
which was parked at the curb, and who should be sitting
in it but Mr. X and one of the ladies from the Spaceship!
After we greeted each other, Mr. X asked if I would like
to take a little ride with them.  I told him I would be
delighted to and I got into the car.

  We drove about six miles down the main highway, 
then turned off the pavement onto a dirt road.  There
ahead stood a big silver Spaceship!  As we approached
it, a beam of light shot out form it. Mr. X dropped his
hands from the steering wheel, and the car was pulled
up the ramp, via the beam, into the ship.

  We didn't have a flight this time but, instead, 
remained aboard right there where the ship had landed.

  For about two hours we talked.  Mr. X very graciously
accepted the answers I gave him to the questions he had
asked.  We discussed many things, including some 
information which I do not yet have permission to reveal
publicly.  However, I want to mention this contact as a 
matter of record, and I look forward to the time when
I will be allowed to explain the reason for their visit at 
that particular time.

                  ..To The Arctic Circle

  Part of June, 1958 I spent buying grain in Nebraska
and Colorado.  While I was in Denver, Mr. X contacted
me again.  He asked me if I would like to join him and 
the rest of the crew in a flight to the Arctic Circle, sometime
in August.  Would I lIKE to go!  I would even skip my 
work for awhile in order to go!  When I asked why they
had chosen the arctic Circle, he said,

  "Let's just say it's for an educational purpose."

  The thought was fascinating and I looked forward to 
the time with excited interest!

  By the time August came along, my work had taken
me to the West Coast.  It would be no problem for my 
space friends to find me, since they could perceive my
whereabouts at any time, merely by tuning in to my
brain impulses.

  I was living, for awhile, in a apartment in Hollywood,
California.  On August 14th, there was a knock at my 
door.  I opened it to find Mr. X, good as his word. I
invited him in and we chatted for a few minutes.

  Then he asked me if I could be ready by that evening
to leave for the Arctic Circle.  I told him that I would have
to make a few phone calls and then I could meet him.
He suggested that I drive to my rock quarry off Highway
6, about forty miles north of Mojave.  (Incidentally, my 
Saturian friends were instrumental in my getting into 
the quarry business.  I have four  quarries now, which
they pointed out to me and helped me to acquire.  They
showed me how a valuable metal could be extracted
from the rocks of one of the quarries.  This metal is
similar to that which the Saturians use in the 
construction of their Spaceships.  When certain improvements
in our social and economic systems have been made
which will qualify us to associate with those people
who have already learned how to work and live together
in peace and friendship, then we of Earth will be able 
to use this metal in the construction of Spaceships in 
which we also can visit other planets.

  The quarry is in a desolate area and rather than 
leave my new 1958 Buick car there, I asked Mr. X if
I should put it in a garage.  But he said, "No, drive your
car out there and we will take it aboard the ship."

  I wondered if the weight of the car, about two tons,
would be a problem, but he said that weight was not a 
problem for them.

  After finishing my telephone business, I drove out to 
the quarry.  The Spaceship was already there, and it was 
larger than any I had seen before.  It appeared to be 
about 200 feet long, 40 feet wide, and 14 feet high.  Except 
for it larger size, it looked just like the ship I had 
been aboard near Kearney.

  There is a large galvanized steel tank, about 20 feet
in diameter, at the edge of the quarry.  It was put
there by the government to supply water for deer and 
cattle, and is fed by a nearby spring.  The Saturnians
had drawn off half the water in the tank, about fourteen
or fifteen barrels.  They needed it for use in their ship.

  The moment I arrived, the ramp at the fore end of 
the ship was lowered and I drove right up onto it.  Then
it was raised up and into the ship, and off we went!
We left the quarry at 4:15 p.m....destination, North
Pole!

  We stopped in Greenland for about thirty minutes,
and twice...briefly...in Alaska, to check on some
mineral deposits.  At one time during the flight, I asked
how fast the ship could go, and they said they could
give me a "fast ride."  For a few minutes, according to 
an instrument that looked like a speedometer, we went 
40,000 miles per hour! Mr. X told me that the craft
could go much faster, but that we would overshoot  our
destination if we went full speed at that time.  There
was no vibration at all, and I could tell by the changing
appearance of the Earth below that we were really "up
in the blue wonder!"  The Earth looked a fuzzy blue-
green, and was surrounded and almost abscured by 
rings of silvery haze, similar to those we see around the 
planet Saturn.

  The Saturnian space craft was a versatile machine, 
as I was soon to discover.  It could be used not only for 
space and atmospheric flight, but as a boat or a submarine,
on or under the water.
  In just one hour and twenty minutes we were over
the Arctic Circle!  Mr. X pointed out many things of interest.
I saw a place where there had once been ice-caps
over a thousand feet high.  Today that area is water.
This reversal was caused by the blast of atomic bombs,
which so changed the atmosphere that the great ice-caps
began to melt.  There have been many atmospheric
changes in a relatively short time.  Because of these
changes some of our former vast frozen areas have now
become warm and tropical.  The Arctic has been extremely 
cold for thousands of years, but now it is beginning
to thaw. (Published  in 1958 - 1959 ).
Continued testing of the A-bombs could further
upset our weather and even our planet's stability on
its axis, which unless prevented, could lead to unimaginable 
destruction.  When you have actually seen some of 
these changes yourself, you realize what is happening
to the surface of the Earth, and what more could
happen very soon, unless something is done to change 
the trend of man's folly.  Looking down on that boundless
and changing Arctic region was an awe-inspiring, 
thought-provoking experience.


  Presently we decellerated and came down lightly on
the open water. The we plunged straight down beneath
the surface and descended to a depth of 350 feet, where
we remained for about three hours.  (I found out later
that the reversible fans, one at each end of the ship,
made the straight-angle plunge possible.  The fans were
about twelve feet in diameter.)

  We saw two Russian submarines in the distance.  They
were mapping the ocean floor in order to build bases
from which missiles could be fired to any part of the 
world, without sound or warning.  Mr. X told me that
our government knew all about it and had stationed
three of our submarines in the area.

        From the Bulletin Board of the Navy Department
      at Long Beach, California.

ROBERT S. ALLEN REPORTS....Jan. 14, 1959

  WASHINGTON  -- The U. S. and Canadian navies
have made a sensational sinister discovery.

  Off both their Atlantic and Pacific coasts they have
found imbedded on the ocean floor, up to depths of 
1,000 feet, more than a score of large steel radioactive 
devices of unmistakable Russian make.

  In some instances these extraordinary mechanisms
were well within both the U. S. and Canadian three-mile
limit.

  Navy authorities are certain these devices are "Position
Marker", to be used by Soviet submarines for 
launching nuclear-armed missile attacks against U. S.
and Canadian coastal cities and other targets.

  While only a relatively small number of these Russian
mechanisms have so far been uncovered, both U. S. and 
Canadian officials are convinced "hundreds" more have 
been planted off the Atlantic and Pacific coasts.

  It is estimated this has been done by the Soviet
"fishing" and "research" vessels, freighters and submarines
which have been repeatedly observed off these 
coasts in the past several years.
  The grim menace presented by these Red undersea
"Position Markers: is now under urgent consideration at
the highest levels.

  In view of the known large number of Russian missile
submarines, at least 100, it is being pointed out in 
these strategy discussions that the submarine "Position
Markers" constitute a greater immediate danger to the 
U. S. and Canada that the International Ballistic 
Missiles being developed by the Soviets.

  For this reason it is very possible that finding and 
neutralizing these sinister Soviet submarine devices
may become a top-priorty naval task.

  Made of special radioactive steel, the Red "Position
Markers" emit high-energy rays which can be detected
by instruments in submarines.

  With these underwater devices, Soviet subs would be 
greatly assisted in launching nuclear missiles at 
particular targets without having to surface for that purpose.

  Naval experts point out that a fractional error of
the launching point of a missile could mean a wide miss
at a target hundreds of miles away.  But by using the 
radioactive markers, Red subs could readily determine
their exact postions and be greatly facilitated in executing
devastation missile attacks against cities and other 
targets on U. S. and Canadian coastal areas.

                    *  *  *



  Since my flight to the Arctic, the Navy Department
has informed me tht the Russian missile bases have
been destroyed, and that Russia no longer wants an
atomic war.

  Mr. X said that the Space People would not have
allowed the firing of the missiles, nor would they permit
an atomic war to take place.  He explained that they 
have ways of interfering with such plans, and that they 
do so only when other planets, and indeed, the 
whole galaxy, would be endangered.  Otherwise they 
do not believe in meddling with the will of the Earth
people.  They do not wish to see us destroy ourselves,
he said, but the will to change from our senseless games
of war and destruction must come from our own people.
It saddens them, he added, to see some of the things
that occur here on our beautiful planet but, because
they abide by Universal Laws, they cannot and will not
interfere with our free will, unless, in our foolishness
we also jeopardize other worlds.

  The Saturnians said that they were using a device to 
decrease the amount of radiation in our atmosphere
from atomic and hydrogen bomb explosions.  The mechanism 
is dropped from a high altitude, and it not only 
works to purify the air but it helps to nullify the action
of the bombs themselves.  You may have seen one of 
these objects.  They have ofeless, they do not travel along the ground,
they 
hover and fly.  I couldn't help wondering if our means
of transportation didn't seem as outmoded to the Space
People as horse and buggy carriages do to us!  At least
by driving our cars they manage to get around and not 
to attract unwanted attention to themselves.

.....................................................................

  When we reached the parking area near the Great
Pyramid, I noticed a number of small foreign cars.  There
were, apparently, may tourists visiting that day.  I don't
know whether or not there is an admission fee.  If any
of my friends paid, I didn't notice.  I was too busy being
impressed with this great "Wonder of the World,"  
which covers more that thirteen acres.  Each baseline of 
the Pyramid is 750 feet long, and it is 480 feet high,
it is constructed of huge yellow limestone blocks, each
weighing 54 tons!  (JW  The blocks vary quite a bit in 
size.)

  The engineering world has long puzzled over the 
question of how those huge blocks were cut so precisely
and lifted and put into place, and I marvelled at how
smoothly they still fitted together, after all these centuries!
Our scientists have already begun to suspect that 
this great edifice was built through the application of 
higher laws than any we have heretofore known.

  Mr. X verified these findings when he told me that 
the stones were lifted by the use of Universal Laws and 
by the forces of nature, which can even cause iron to 
float.  Obviously the ancients could make use of these
laws to neutralize gravity and thus render the stones
weightless.  The Great Pyramids, then, were built by 
levitation of the stones!

  We had only just arrived but, already, my mind was 
buzzing with fascinating new thoughts.

  I saw that tours for visitors were being conducted
through the Pyramid, but we did not join these groups.
Instead we went off in a different direction, and shortly
I realized that we were alone.  We went down through 
many subterranean corridors and made several turns
as we walked along.  In one corridor I notice off-shoot
passages leading into it, but we passed them by.  I am
six feet, two inches tall, and some of the passages were
low enough that it was necessary to stoop in order to 
get through.  There were signs about, warning people 
to watch out for low ceilings.

  As we followed Mr. X, he seemed to have a specific
destination in mind, rather than taking us merely on a 
sight-seeing tour.  I was absorbed in my thoughts, but no
amount of imagination on my part could have prepared
me for the startling revelation which was soon to confront 
us!  I don't know whether or not the ladies knew
what we were going to see, but I suspect they did.

  Presently Mr. X pulled out a small pencil-like light and 
flashed it against a section of blank wall in the corridor.
Imagine my surprise when a heavy stone door, about
three feet thick, opened gradually, just enough to let 
us pass through.  Before it opened its outlines had not 
been perceptible at all.

  As we passed through the secret door and it closed
slowly behind us, we entered a corridor about seven
feet high and five feet wide.  It was very dark and I saw
no signs at all.  As we started to walk two abreast down 
the corridor (approximately 60 feet long), Mr. X flashed 
his light into the darkness and a room at the end
gradually filled with light.  Later I recalled that
there had been no odor of mustiness, which one 
might usually expect in a room which had been closed
for a long time.

  The Mr. X made a statement which completely
dumbfounded me.  He said that this was the first time
the secret door had been opened for over two-thousand
years, and that he, Mr. X, had been the last person to 
close it!  I was faced with the staggering thought that
he was over two thousand years old!  I must have stared
hard at him.  It was difficult for me to comprehend.  he
seemed to be no more that forty or forty-five.
(Addendum: He IS forty to forty – five. "He said that this was the first time the secret door had been opened for over two-thousand years,
 and that he, Mr. X, had been the last person to close it!" Timetravel. )
  I really don't know how to describe the feelings that 
overcame me. I was completely awake and more alert
and aware than I have ever been in my life, and I 
knew that this was a true experience!  To say that I felt
awe in the presence of this simple man, who was so
wise, so powerful and yet so unassuming a being
is indeed an understatement.  I do not yet know why
he revealed to an ordinary Earth man a secret that has 
been hidden from the world since the crucifixion of 
Je--s.

  With an effort I force my mind to dwell on our present 
surrounding.  It was then I realized that we stood
in a triangular room, and before us was the smallest
Spaceship I had yet seen.  It was circular and about 60
feet in diameter.  It could best be described as looking
like two saucer-shaped metal plates welded together
at the outer rims.  It was similar in shape to many which
have been reportedly seen by Earth people, although
most of the sightings have been of larger craft.  There
was a door on the curve of the lower plate with two 
steps leading into the ship.  We entered, and again I
was stunned at what I saw.

  There stood a huge wooden cross of what looked like
dark red wood.  The heavy pieces dovetailed into each
other and were held together with wooden spikes.  In
the end of each crosspiece was a spike hole, and down
low on the main beam was a footrest, in which there
were also spike holes. I was overwhelmed with the 
significance of what had happened on that cross, such a 
long time ago. I was thoroughly shaken... and feelings 
of horror and pity swept over me.
  
  On a table nearby I saw a pair of sandals and a 
robe, which was an eggshell white, linen-like material.  I
winced as I saw a crown of thorns beside it.  My friends
did not need to explain to me Who had worn those garments.
I felt heavy with sadness at the thought of man's
savagery which had taken so many forms through the 
ages, and which, unfortunately, is still rampant.

  The circular room of the sip had a desk in the center,
with what looked like control panels on one side.
There were also several chairs and a small davenport,
all of an antique style.  One large chair, plain wood
without upholstering, had arms and a high back. Mr.
X told me that --sus sat in that chair when He was 
taken to His home planet in that very Spaceship!

  Resting on dark wood tables were several circular 
stone bowls which were filled with precious stones of 
different sizes and shapes.  There were diamonds as big 
around as quarters!  For a moment I though how I'd 
like to have a handful.  Mr. X immediately read my
thought and remarked, "They would only bring you
trouble."  Then he told me that the jewels had been the 
gifts of the Wise Men.

  There were bolts of beautiful silks and linens, along
with objects made of gold, silver, copper and onyx.  I
noticed some long staffs, also, like the ones which are 
used by shepherds as the tend sheep.  Mr. X said that
all of these things will someday day be on display for all
the people of Earth to see.

  He went on to explain that "Jes-- left the Earth in a 
Spaceship, the very one in which you now stand.  He
did ascend into the clouds, as people claimed He did,
and as has been done by many others who understood
the Laws of Levitation and Anti-gravity.  The Spaceships
of old were able, as are those today, to condense the 
moisture in the atmosphere so as to form clouds around
them which would obscure them from view.  This was 
the case with the ship which J--us entered and which
then transported Him to the planet Venus."

  Then, as he continued, I was again startled at the 
disclosure that Mr. X was the man who had accompanied
J--us in his ship on His home flight! Then Mr. X had 
returned the ship to Earth, to be placed in that tomb
until the time when people would be ready to accept
it's astounding significance.  That will be when more 
minds are attuned to Universal Laws and Truths, which
will automatically relegate many false legends and 
ideas to the dark ages.

  In the northeast corner of the little ship stood a desk
on which there were thirty-two tablets of a heavy-quality
paper, rather dark in color.  It looked like papyrus, 
the parchment paper used by the people of olden
times to record important data.  They were about eighteen
inches across, when open.  I had expected to see 
some ancient language or symbols recorded on these
parchments, but imagine my surprise when I found the 
events of the past, present, and future there described
in modern day English, in black ink and written in a 
beautiful longhand.  As I leafed through them, I notice 
that the pages seemed to be sewn together.  Strangely
enough, the records were not musty or even dusty, yet
the room was not a vacuum.  We could breathe easily,
although there was no indication of a source of air.

  The tablets told of events of the past, from the beginning 
of the world to 1958.  From 1958, they stated,
there would be development of an unusual nature in 
many ways, until 1998.  That period would be a "preparation
for the coming of the Master."  The end of this 
present Earth cycle, it was indicated, will be 1998.

  Mr. X went on to tell us that there were other records
buried in different underground areas that have 
never yet been revealed, and which pertain to the time
beyond 1998.  I learned, also, that there was another
door leading from the room in which the Spaceship
stood, but Mr. X didn't say when it would be opened
...or by whom.

  We had been inside the Spaceship for about two
hours when my friends asked me if I wanted to make 
any more notes. (Fortunately, Mr. X had suggested that
I might want to bring along some note paper, and how
right he was)  I had made numerous notes and I replied 
that I thought I had taken down everything I needed
to, and Mr. X said, "Alright, we'll leave then."

.....................................................................

  We had been inside the small ship, we stood
again on the crackless stone floor, surrounded by the 
white limestone wall.  I took a last look about me and,
in doing so, I noticed that the ceiling was curved, rather
than flat.  Coming again to the end of the corridor, Mr.
X flashed his little "pencil-light" toward the wall and 
the huge door opened again or us.  As we went through
into the corridor beyond, I looked back just in time to 
see the light within the Spaceship go softly out.  The 
whole room was again in darkness as the great secret 
door closed behind us.

  When we reached the surface again, we blinked for 
a few moments in the bright desert sun.  The shadows
were deepening, and my mind and heart were full.  I
didn't feel like talking and, fortunately, my companions
understood.  We got into the MG and, with a lingering
look at the imposing structure arising from the sand, we
drove back to the waiting Spaceship among the dunes.

              Home, By Way of Russia

  Our homeward route took us over the Soviet Union,
where I found out what the Saturians had meant when
they had said earlier that that they would interfere, if 
necessary, with our continued use of atomic bombs.  At 
the time i had remarked that the Earth people are quite
stubborn, and asked how they would be able to stop
them?  They replied that they might have to do the 
same thing that was necessary with Russia: "just slap 
one back in your face!"

  Now I could see most graphically what hey meant.  I
saw a bomb-devastated area in Siberia. It was a hideous 
black scar several hundred miles long.  There was
absolutely nothing left in that desolate waste to indicate
that here had recently been human and animal life
there...Not a trace remained of former homes and
the buildings, nor of trees, birds and flowers.  This, 
then, was what had happened when one of Russia's
bombs fell back on her own territory.  Heaven forbid
that we should bring such disaster upon ourselves!

  There was nothing in the papers about that colossal
catastrophe, but it was shortly after it happened that 
we quit testing A-Bombs.  According to the Space People,
Russia had invited representation of all governments to 
inspect this devastated area.  They also told me that if
any country tries to use an A-Bomb, it will fall back on
the territory from which it is sent.

  We passed over the Arctic Circle again, but this time 
we didse let me know.