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\cent{Copyright © 1978, by Eugenia Macer-Story}

\cent{Printed in the United States of America}

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without
permission, in writing, from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief
passages in connection with a review in a magazine or newspaper.

\cent{Library of Congress Catalog Number 78-72284}

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\nonum\chap Dedication

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This book is for the members of the international psychic community
who anonymously, and often at their own expense, provided information
on books, pamphlets, \sc{ufo}s, states of altered consciousness and the
whereabouts of individual contactees.

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\nonum\chap Acknowledgment

The manuscript of this book has been through three versions, including two revisions. These revisions consisted of the formalization of my original longhand notes into a coherent manuscript, and the further editing and tightening of this manuscript for intelligibility and literal accuracy. Coherence, of course, is all in your mind. Wherever your mind is.

During the process of revision, several people have been of invaluable assistance. I would like particularly to thank R. Martin Wolf of the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained, who called my attention to several errors of accuracy in the second revision of the manuscript.

Britton Wilkie contributed the re-drawing of the diagram accompanying the \sc{Torres Rebus}, and also provided me access to the actual source of the \journaltitle{Allende Letters} cited in Section 31.\fnote{\journaltitle{The Allende Letters}, a magazine publication issued in 1968 by Universal Publishing and Distributing Company, New York.} It was reassuring to know that there were actually Allende Letters.

The psychiatrist Dr. Berthold E. Schwarz has read and fielded all sorts of strange material having to do with these investigations, beginning in 1974 shortly after my sighting. Back cover photo by Carrie Boretz.

\nonum\chap Preface

Shortly after putting on a play during which a comic \sc{ufo} in a coolie hat descends to dispense holiday cheer, I was faced with the incredible and mind-bending coincidence of seeing a dilating \sc{ufo} light which suddenly became a V-shaped formation of smaller \sc{ufo} lights, disappeared, and then reappeared on the railroad tracks some fifty or sixty yards from the train platform where I was waiting for the Sunday evening commuter train from Boston.

This was on the night of December 30, 1973.

At that time, I contacted a local \sc{ufo} data collector who told me that he was more interested in \dq{craft} than in \dq{lights,} since the presence of a craft could perhaps be verified by physical traces left behind. I was not satisfied with this opinion.

Something had happened to me, but I was not sure exactly what had occurred. I began to take books on \sc{ufo} phenomena and technical books on electro-magnetism out of the library. During the time I was catching up on my reading, I experienced strange dreams related to \sc{ufo} lights, and several times woke from sleep and walked to the window, feeling that \sc{ufo} presences were outside, and that they wanted me to communicate with them.

These presences were hypnotically compelling. At one time, I actually heard a humming \dq{generator} sound in conjunction with my waking from sleep. Another person in the house also heard this sound. It has never been explained to me in terms of naturally-occurring electrical phenomena. In the book which follows, I attempt to render and discuss unusual states of mind which a \sc{ufo} contactee may undergo. These may include feeling \dq{alien} as an individual, unreasonable anger, elation or depression, enhanced \sc{esp} abilities, and the development of alternate technological systems.

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\noindent By now, there have been so many \sc{ufo} sightings, that it is no longer necessary to begin a book on this topic with an apology. Strange flying objects have been seen all over the world. Speculation on the identity of these objects has ranged from mystical views heralding the coming of the mythical beast of the Apocalypse to serious efforts by astronomers to devise an intergalactic signal which indicates the presence of intelligent life.

Effort in this direction has included psychological treatment of the \sc{ufo} experience, with diagnoses ranging from schizophrenia to sexual frustration. In Jung's thought, the \sc{ufo} was a fiery archetypal symbol \ld of what? The symbolic significance of the \sc{ufo} has not so far been satisfactorily explained.

In this book, I am going to skip this diagnostic debate altogether, and concentrate on the human effects of \sc{ufo} experience, as I have observed them in the course of two years of interviews with purported \sc{ufo} contactees.

As a practicing psychic reader and surrealist poet, people have been my major field of interest since 1969, when I held my first job as a newspaper reporter. I enjoy talking to people and telling them things about themselves via \sc{esp}, as well as documenting human behavior (sometimes satirically) in my writing. In this capacity, I am primarily concerned with the effect which \sc{ufo} sightings are having on the private lives of those contactees I have encountered; at first in the course of casual meetings, and then as part of the deliberate research which has led to this book.

First, I suppose I should state my own credentials in this matter. I am a \dq{contactee.} I saw my first \sc{ufo} light in 1973, while standing outside in the cold waiting for a train in Swampscott, Massachusetts. Since I was at that time returning from a Spiritualist Church service, I recognized the phenomenon to be directly similar to \dq{spirit light} phenomena which I sometimes experience while giving a psychic reading, or as part of spontaneous mediumistic occurrences popularly known as \dq{seeing a ghost.}

This \sc{ufo} was a light exterior to me, which I actually saw physically. It appeared suddenly in the sky, dilated, and came toward me rapidly, then became a V-shaped formation of smaller lights on the opposite side of the sky. This formation disappeared and I saw nothing else in the sky. Five or ten minutes later, a light appeared down the tracks which I thought was the train light, but this light disappeared and no train arrived.

When the train finally came, I boarded it silently, and went directly home. I felt that as well as seeing a light in the sky I had experienced an altered state of consciousness analogous to trances and\slash or states of psychic insight, and I was extremely frightened.

For twenty-four hours (or longer) I was in a state of shock. During this time, I phoned the local paper and stated that I had seen a \sc{ufo}. A reporter on this paper had previously interviewed me on aspects of my work as a playwright, and so my sighting got published. I did not tell this reporter that I had been on my way back from a Spiritualist Church service, since I felt for some reason that this sighting should be recorded, and was afraid that she might think I had suddenly gone crazy and was imagining myself to have had some sort of religious revelation.

Subsequent to the publication of my \sc{ufo} report, several other people living in the vicinity of Ipswich, Massachusetts (where I was then living: the train runs from Boston through Swampscott to Ipswich) came up to me on the street and told me that they had also seen \sc{ufo} lights in the area north of Boston.

Encouraged by this concensus that I was not crazy, I also filed a verbal report and drawing of this sighting with the \sc{ufo} Data Collection Center in Northfield, Illinois. Again, I left out the connection with spiritualism, lest my report be discounted. Later, I did send another report to Northfield which mentioned my altered state of consciousness during the sighting, but only subsequent to reading Jacques Vallee's book \booktitle{Passport To Magonia}, in which such fantastic effects are discussed.

At the time that I filed this second statement, I was in a rather kamikaze state of mind. I felt that I had no choice but to express myself in terms which sounded insane, and that this present insanity had better be confined to a limited audience, lest I lose my credibility as a psychic, and also a certain number of my friends and associates, whom I judged to be in no mood to hear about strange dilating lights in the sky.

It was during this time of embarrassment that I found I had made two peculiar friends. I have since drifted out of contact with both of them, but in the year 1974 they were very important to me.

One of these gentlemen claimed to be an ex-FBI agent from California. He operated a ham radio out of a seaside location north of Boston and ran an ad regularly in the alternative papers, announcing \dq{\sc{ufo}s outside of our normal visual range.} This listed the names and numbers of various government officials and advised the public to give them a call.

About three or four months after my Swampscott sighting, 1 was feeling I needed to talk to someone about \sc{ufo}s, no matter how strange they might be, and I called the number listed in this outrageous ad. Lobo and I had an extended conversation, and I decided to trust him. He came to my house in Ipswich bearing xeroxed literature on psychiatric coercion and a number of word-of-mouth horror stories on contactees and psychics who had been confined to mental institutions or forced to take psychiatric or medical treatment against their will.

This instilled in me both an active caution about fully revealing my \sc{ufo}-associated inner experiences to any psychiatrist and, concomitantly, doubts as to this FBI-ham's sanity. After all, what person in his right mind would place such an odd \sc{ufo} ad, and then arrive bearing literature on lobotomies and clinical drug abuse? I did feel, however, on the human level, that Lobo would not harm me, and would listen to some relation of the true nature of my \sc{ufo} experience.

I told this man that I felt I had been communicated with on a telepathic level, and perhaps even \dq{altered} chemically or mentally in a way which I did not fully understand. He was sympathetic, if a little wild-eyed, telling me that he was in short-wave contact with people all over the world who reported similar experiences. For reasons best known to himself, this FBI-ham told me several times-about one of these people: a nurse in Atlanta, Georgia who had developed the ability to move objects psychokinetically subsequent to \sc{ufo} contact. He mentioned no psychiatric problems in conjunction with this nurse, but evidently had either seen her abilities firsthand or somehow had come to believe absolutely in their reality.

My other peculiar \sc{ufo} friend during the year of 1974 was a young man who has been in and out of psychiatric hospitals since the age of fourteen, when (as he relates it) \txtpt{bethiwitchfreakout}{he freaked out at a private prep school subsequent to playing one of the witches in Macbeth}. Bethiwitch told me that directly after the staging of this play he became violent in English class and told his instructor that he was a wife-beater and a bastard.

At this time in history, I cannot relate for sure whether this witch's English instructor \e{was} a wife-beater and a bastard. It is certain that after this nervous breakdown my friend was shunted from one custodial facility to another, emerging at age twenty-one slightly crazed and claiming to be psychic.

I was at that time giving an acting class which advertised \dq{exchange of the psychic energies} as a means of energy transferral between actors. Bethiwitch wanted to enroll in this class. At that time he was in bad physical condition from too many strange diets and found himself estranged from society.

I interview each of my students before admitting them to a class on psychic development, and our first interview was held at a deli on Massachusetts Avenue in Boston, just across the street from a natural foods restaurant which for some reason Bethiwitch did not want to enter.

I had mentioned nothing about my \sc{ufo} encounter, but immediately this tall emaciated young man wanted to discuss \sc{ufo}s. He would not leave the topic alone. Also, he told me details of my dreams. Specifically, he described my recent dream of a vegetable planet. I had recently made several small sculptures of people emerging from flowers and vegetables, and this had been based on a series of dreams and visions concerning faces and beings which were partially plants. Bethiwitch, though I had never talked with him before, told me all about these dreams and visions, and also about the fact that he had once lived on a planet where people were partially flowers. He told me we had lived there together in another lifetime.

Along this line, Bethiwitch also claimed to be the world's first psychic sex therapist. Embarrassing as it was at the time, he was able to tell me correctly the most intimate details of my sexual preferences and correctly described my present, past and then future lovers. He has been right so far. This correct narration of my sex life proved to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that, while undoubtedly spaced-out, Bethiwitch was also impressively psychic.

Along with all of this personal information, he wanted to give me details on \sc{ufo}s. He would not leave the topic alone. Though I had told him nothing of my \sc{ufo} encounter, he talked at length about \sc{ufo}s in the Boston vicinity and telepathic contact with \sc{ufo}s. Between Lobo and Bethiwitch, I got quite an education in 1974. I will divide what I learned into two categories: the abstract and the concrete.

\txtpt{abstractconcrete}{Following the usual occult practice, I will begin with the abstract and move gradually into the concrete.}

Hopefully, at the end of this volume I will not have concrete overshoes and be at the bottom of Boston harbor.

Like Lobo and Bethiwitch, I am wholly mental in my peculiarities. I use no hard drugs, belong to no subversive organizations and indulge in only noncommercial sexual activities. However, the way in which I perceive reality has been permanently changed by my \sc{ufo} contact.

In 1974, I was not yet aware of how completely my perceptions had been altered, only that something strange had happened to me and that this alteration was somehow due to a dilating white light which I had seen in the sky shortly after Christmas in 1973.

There were times when I doubted my sanity. I knew I was sane, and yet I doubted my sanity: I had engaged in telepathic intercourse with a \sc{ufo}---or had I? Whether or not this had been a spaceship, or some very powerful sort of spirit contact, it became increasingly evident that I would have to be dealing with the reality of my altered mental state.

This had begun to include heightened \sc{esp} and awareness of \dq{energy states} around objects and people. Also, I was having dreams and waking meditative states during which I simply \dq{felt} again the \sc{ufo} presence without seeing it.

Clearly, it was not wise to become assaultive against those who did not share this alteration of perception, or to stop random passersby on the street while pointing to the sky and insisting: \dq{We are not alone.}

As a recent contactee freakout, the first survival tactic which I learned was deliberate lunacy. Bethiwitch, with all of his highly-dramatized tales of fantastic astral journeys through outer space, had a great deal to teach me in this area. So did the surrealist and dada artists of the 1920s and 30s. As a trained writer and theatre artist, I was able to give the essence of this contactee experience what I believe is its first artistic form: \booktitle{The Witch City Whiz Bang}, which was issued off the Magik Mirror Press during the bicentennial year of 1975--76 in the town of Salem, Massachusetts, scene of the famous witch trials.

During that year, I had an occult store in Salem which was basically a year-long celebration of the destiny of the United States as linked to expanded perception. The one-dollar bill bears the great seal of the United States, which shows to all an eye atop a pyramid, meaning the building of concrete items by the use of psychic perception. While in Salem, I built the \booktitle{Witch City Whiz Bang}. My \booktitle{Whiz Bang} cited the old \booktitle{Captain Billy's Whiz Bang Joke Book} and (with a certain degree of black humor) degrees of expanded perception within the context of the execution of Giordano Bruno, a Renaissance thinker who claimed there was life on other worlds. 

In my case, it was either public entertainment or private mayhem. During the year of 1974 and into 1975, I had learned to accept as regular daily occurrences lights appearing here and there in my house, telepathic messages to \dq{look outside the window: we are here,} followed by newspaper reports of \sc{ufo} sightings in the area, and last but not least let me mention a high-pitched \dq{generator whine} which was heard clearly by my husband after I woke him from a deep sleep to assert that my extra-terrestrial friends were just outside the window.

My marriage did not survive this situation. Clearly, I was not insane and could take care of my daily activities, could even conceal portions of my experience in order to seem rational, but I had become a different person with a set of mental experiences different from my husband's usual experiences and different from most people's inner and outer experiences.

I was beginning to feel more at home with Lobo and Bethiwitch, and a few older psychics and spiritualists who have managed to maintain a dual existence within such groups as the Spiritualist Church and the Spiritual Frontiers Fellowship. Notice the word \dq{spiritual.} Does this mean \dq{supernatural} or \dq{holy}? Or what does it mean to have commerce with spirits?

An elder of one of these organizations told me a very interesting story. I will repeat this more or less verbatim: 

\Q{There was a little girl who could tell the future. She had a box with a bird on the top and every time she wanted to tell the future she would take out the box and consult the bird. One day, a group of people who wanted to be able to tell the future stole this box, but when they opened it they found that there was nothing inside, and the little girl told them the future.}
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I did not feel particularly spiritual while I was in this bird box. I felt confined and confused and not fully in control of my personal mind set.  Something alien was communicating with me. In this respect, Lobo was of immeasurable assistance. He tipped me off to the \e{\sc{ufo} Hotline}. This was then a rather esoteric organization run out of Hammond, Indiana, by several dedicated people whose backgrounds continue to remain obscure to the public.

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At any rate, Lobo brought me the \e{\sc{ufo} Hotline} literature interleaved with more horror stories about psychiatric abuse and told me to be sure and subscribe to this service, but to keep away from psychiatrists. As usual.

It seemed like a reasonable service to have in my bird box of a bicentennial occult store (The Magik Mirror: across from the Witch House Historical Landmark, Salem, Massachusetts) so I did send in the requisite fee.

Upon subscription, I not only received my \sc{ufo} window sign, bumper sticker and investigator's pin, but was awarded a \dq{\sc{ufo} investigator's manual} with my name embossed on the first page just inside a square see-through aperture.

Encouraged by all this rigmarole, as one of my first formal acts of deliberate lunacy, I sent the \e{\sc{ufo} Hotline} press release to the \e{Salem News}, expecting the same thundering silence that similar releases have occasioned from some of the larger papers.

I was not to receive this silence. Several days after I sent the release (motivated, as I have said, not by prophetic vision, but by the cold-blooded desire to commit deliberate lunacy), a reporter phoned me at my apartment in Lynn, Massachusetts and with great excitement told me that \sc{ufo}s had been sighted ovcr the North Shore area the veryuday the paper received my announcement. Would I care to comment?

I scarcely knew what to say. I knew that it seemed to the papers as if I had had advance knowledge of the sightings, as linked with the \e{Hotline}, but this was not the case. I felt as baffled as the reporter, who subsequently came down to the Magik Mirror and did a very complimentary article on my \dq{spaced-out} condition.

During the time I spent in this bird box, I was also occupied with other projects and did not concentrate overtly on \sc{ufo}s, though my store was logging about one sighting per week, with a heavier concentration over the North Shore area in the Spring of 1976.

It was early in 1976 that I met a man who had experienced a \sc{ufo} sighting and subsequent nervous breakdown while in the military. In response to his experience, I wrote a short article entitled \dq{Contactee,} which was published in Ufology magazine, then the slick-backed journal of the \sc{ufo} hotline.

The necessity of expressing Monroe's experience reawakened the reporter in me, and I immediately wrote an independent article on \sc{ufo} perception entitled \dq{The Astrebus.} This has been published in the Fall 1977 issue of \journaltitle{Pursuit} magazine about a year and a quarter after its original composition.

I wrote \dq{The Astrebus} (which deals with the circumstantial aspects of \sc{ufo} contact and advances the idea of a language which is an active rebus) in somewhat of a fever which lasted about twelve hours on a Spring evening in 1976.

Looking back on this sudden journalistic productivity, I find it strange. At the time, however, it seemed the natural and logical thing simply to stay up all night and write a ten-page article on states of heightened perception and ability as related to \sc{ufo} contact.

At about this same time, I woke up with the name of Warren Sequoia (the names have been changed in this book to preserve the other-worldly quality) firmly in mind, went to \journaltitle{Gnostica} magazine, discovered he had done a review of \booktitle{The Invisible College} by Jacques Vallee, called a friend in California (with whom I had never discussed Sequoia) asked for Sequoia's address and sent him a xerox copy of \dq{The Astrebus.}

Sequoia certainly must have been amazed! He rallied, however, with several collages relative to mental development which I am still trying to decipher logically.

It was certainly a help to me in my situation of deliberate lunacy to discover another deliberate lunatic---if Sequoia's lunacy is actually deliberate.

Recently I received another communication from him, reading \dq{don't let \sc{Them} immanentize the escaton,} on the front near the address. On the reverse, Sequoia had written \dq{Dear Genie: nice to hear from you again\ld} Near this sentiment was pasted the purple word \e{Fnrd}, and the entire thing was signed \dq{sincerely, Warren Sequoia.} The same to you, baby.

\txtpt{aftersecond}{During the time I was experiencing this upsurge of article-writing coupled with the sincere desire to raise hell, I was also experiencing an upsurge of creativity in other areas.}

\txtpt{salemnovel}{I completed one entire novel (about \sc{ufo} contact) which will be published in 1979 by Anthelion Press;} gave three or four prepared lectures of about forty-five minutes in duration and engaged in a public debate with individuals from a certain \dq{\sc{ufo} Two} group. These lectures were on spirit contact, but this debate took on definite theological resonance, and in this capacity I actually found myself standing up in a public lecture hall and speaking about the teachings of yoga and pranic energy systems, a topic I had not anticipated.

This outburst brought me still more unexpected publicity.

Representatives of this \dq{\sc{ufo} Two} group, believing that they could translate themselves materially into another continuum while still in their human bodies, came to my store in Salem asking me to attend their lecture at Salem State College.

This group has been documented and discussed in Brad Steiger's book \booktitle{The Gods of Aquarius}. They were among the most offensive individuals I have ever encountered.

I suppose that because I was an eccentric in a small town with a \sc{ufo} sign in my window, they thought I would be sympathetic to this sort of immediate ascension. I was not, but felt I should attend their lecture anyway.

When I got there, I found myself suddenly debating eight people, or was it ten (they come in pairs), during the question-and-answer period.

I heard myself quoting everything from ancient Indian literature to the New Testament, and actively taking the position that these Twos had mistaken negative spirit contact and meditative states of mind with actual journeys off this physical planet. A confusion of planes!

This is reflected recently in the confusion among the gurus of the transcendental meditation business as to whether they actually are flying or just fly in their minds, or are levitating or just levitate in their minds. Although represented in the press as evidence of a sharpster mentality, this dilemma may represent a very important and natural confusion.

After my unexpected public debate was over, I felt lightheaded and faint and rather puzzled. I felt that the issue of astral transport versus spaceships was important, but not that important. Why had I been so adamant?

The next day, a reporter from yet another of the local papers arrived at the Magik Mirror to interview me on \sc{ufo}s. He stayed to have a psychic reading and wrote a very complimentary article documenting my psychic accuracy and mentioning that I thought there was a link between areas of psychic perception and \sc{ufo} manifestation.

As I look back upon this bicentennial springtime activity (a play of mine, \playtitle{The Blues Deduction}, was also at this time being produced in Boston), I seriously wonder how I could possibly have done all this demanding and unusual mental activity without going bananas.

There were, of course, episodes of stress. I do remember sending a critic for the \journaltitle{Real Paper} (one Arthur Friedman) a Finast pound cake coupon. This was apropos of a negative review on a play that another critic accused me of plagiarizing from Robert Lowell. The accusation of plagiarism was rescinded (by Stephen Schiff of the \journaltitle{Phoenix}, who received no free coupon) but perhaps it would have been more to my advantage if I claimed that Lowell wrote the play and I wrote \playtitle{The Big Knockover}.

It is just as likely, Schiff.

Obviously, part of my increased productivity and cantankerousness had to do with continued psychic perception of the continued near presence of the powerful beings which we call \sc{ufo}s.

We are conditioned to believe that the phenomena which I was experiencing \dq{just don't happen.} I think that without the sense of humor engendered by surrealism and dada, I might now be blankly wandering the streets, pointing to the sky and declaring \dq{they really exist,} or some such nonsense.

The closest I actually came to insanity was just subsequent to sending a copy of \dq{The Astrebus} to Warren Sequoia. At this particular time, I woke up in the middle of the night startled. Something had made a sharp, cracking sound in the bedroom. I heard my son in the next room say \dq{Mommie} in his sleep, and I was aware of the presence of something in my apartment. I listened intently and heard no more sounds, so I thought I would go to the window and look for a light, as I had wakened once or twice to see distant lights in the sky.

Before I was able to put this into action, however, a moving light appeared on the wall opposite the bed. I was filled with the conviction that this light was a \sc{ufo}, that it made no difference where I was, that they could come anywhere, that they needed no craft, but could operate astrally or \dq{mentally,} in the way spirits operate.

A spiritualist would have called this moving Tinkerbell-like light a \dq{spirit light,} but I felt a more powerful presence than is usually associated with spirits of the deceased, and I was frightened.

At any rate, I certainly know that most psychologists would entitle my conviction about small \sc{ufo} lights that penetrate walls and talk to me in my mind a form of madness. Therefore, reminded of Lobo's literature on fly-by-night psychiatry, I did not call a psychiatrist.

I called Ben Shenks, a psychic who lives in California. \dq{Ben,} I told him, \dq{\sc{ufo}s came to me in my room.} \dq{Congratulation, Genie,} he replied. \dq{That's wonderful.} \dq{But Ben,} I insisted, \dq{they were here.} \dq{Yeah.}

Ben listened patiently to my description of the light. He believed me, he said, but he had nothing to say. There was really nothing to be said about this \sc{ufo} light: \dq{You lead an interesting life. I wish I led such an interesting life.} 

This was some comfort.

The next morning, there was a report on the radio (or was it the newspaper) that another \sc{ufo} had been sighted in the North Shore area. The connection to my private experience was obvious, but who could I tell?

Certainly not the newspapers. In the context of my previous activity, any mention of this event might be taken as a wierdo bid for publicity.

But, wasn't I already a deliberate lunatic? The author of \booktitle{The Witch City Whiz Bang}? Yes. But there are limits even to deliberate lunacy. Public talk of \sc{ufo} lights in my bedroom might certainly brand me as hysteric.

Deliberately, then, I decided like the Air Force to classify this unusual experience Top Secret, and filed it away in my \sc{ufo} memory system, for later information retrieval.

Shortly after I had classified this experience, \txtpt{salemdream}{a woman came into my store in Salem saying that a \sc{ufo} had come to her in a dream.} \dq{Congratulations,} I told her, smiling, \dq{That's wonderful! Do you remember any news?}

\dq{Cancer,} she replied, \dq{is due to a chemical imbalance in the atmosphere. Things come to me like that. I'm psychic.}

There seemed to have been no other message. It was reasonable, I thought, to suspect that cancer might be due to a chemical imbalance in the atmosphere.

I did not tell this woman about my recent late-night experience with psychical \sc{ufo} lights because I felt that this might be frightening.

There was something about her dream and her very presence at this moment of time (she talked at length about the connection between \sc{ufo} sightings and psychic sensitivity) which was profoundly unsettling to me: it seemed like an old-fashioned omen, a signal of some sort that I was on the right track.

Previous to taking the lease on my store, while I was still married and living in Ipswich, I had dreamt about \sc{ufo}s. It was a vivid and unusual dream, which made a strong impression on me. I had not kept this particular experience top secret, but had related it to a few of my \sc{ufo} associates.

In fact, I had been telling this dream to quite a few people in conjunction with the heavy incidence of \sc{ufo} sightings in the North Shore area.

At the time of the dream, I was trying to decide whether to have an office in Salem or an office in Boston. In this dream, I had gone to Boston to give a lecture on psychical phenomena. The landscape was lit with a yellowish, dangerous-street sort of a light. I was inside at first in a school building where students were sitting on steps and on the floors of corridors.

The event seemed to be over and no one was interested in me. I went outside to get a taxi, but there was no transportation and I missed my train and could not get back until morning.

The dream abruptly shifted, and I was entering my house at about seven-thirty in the morning. No one was there, and there was a note on the floor which read: \dq{\sc{ufo}s were here. You have missed the \sc{ufo}s.} As mundane as the details of this vision may seem, it was one of the strangest impressions I have ever experienced. I can still feel the warmth of the sunlight on my back as I picked up the note.

During the week subsequent to this dream, I signed the lease for my location in Salem. About a year later, I did indeed teach a class in Boston, in an atmosphere similar to the one in my dream. This class was in playwriting. I was a last-minute substitute for another writer and found the majority of my students uninterested in writing, and more interested either in psychotherapy and\slash or socializing.

Certainly, if I had chosen this atmosphere over my personal enterprises I would have been in trouble. Additionally, during the early part of the Fall sessions I had to take a taxi back from the train station in Lynn. It was a rainy season, and I did not always get back on time. My dream had reflected these events exactly.

It was during the late summer of 1976 that I decided to do serious \sc{ufo} research, rather than letting people drift in and out of my location with an occasional siory.

It was difficult to decide how to do this research. I knew that I was going to have an office in the Friendly Tearoom and Shin Psychic Center. This is in an area of maximum downtown traffic. What should I do? Should I hang out a sign asking for local sightings? Should I advertise in the \sc{ufo} journals? How should I advertise in the local papers? How much should I tell people about my actual intentions? By now, I was as serious as a secret agent, back in my kamikazi frame of mind.

The day that I signed the contract on my office space, both of my clocks had lost twenty minutes. I had christened this space the \sc{ufo} Registry (as distinct from the International \sc{ufo} Registry) and I do associate time anomalies with \sc{ufo} contact. I felt that this clock stoppage was an encouragement to continue, that I was on the right track.

I wanted to avoid the \dq{we are not alone} fanatics, and get genuine stories from people who had seen \sc{ufo}s, had dreamed of \sc{ufo}s and perhaps were in receipt of psychical communications from \sc{ufo} entities.

It is difficult to get genuine stories of this sort by advertising that \sc{ufo}s can do something funny to time and that your clocks have stopped working several times in conjunction with \sc{ufo} sightings. In fact, while I was writing up the report of the Monroe sighting which was published in \journaltitle{Ufology}, a cuckoo clock which was lying on its side on one of the top shelves in my pantry began to tick loudly.

This clock runs by weights and there is no ordinary way such a clock can run at all by lying on its side.

I had heard the ticking while in the living room and followed the sound to the pantry. It did not occur to me immediately what was making this sound, since I had several months ago shoved this clock (which was not working) back onto the top shelf with a few odds and ends.

Imagine my surprise to find it ticking! About thirty seconds after I had located the source of the sound, it stopped ticking and has not run since.

I was so distressed by this occurrence that I wrote to the Maimonides Dream Laboratory in Brooklyn telling them of the connection between my cuckoo clock and time anomalies connected with \sc{ufo} sightings on the North Shore.

I received back a polite note indicating that this might be possible and telling me that they would file my observations. I assume they did file this letter, under \B{M} (for \B{M}ad) or perhaps under \B{U} (for \B{U}nidentified), or maybe \B{S} (for \B{S}chizophrenic) or was that \B{S}urrealist? OK: \B{S} for \B{S}urrealist. Hello there. Rosie. Whoops! Was that a flying object?

Now: back to my arrangements.

I simply put an ad in one of the alternative papers to the effect that I was giving psychic readings, discussing magic and collecting information on \sc{ufo} sightings. I also put the sign \sc{ufo} Registry out on the street marquee downstairs.

Initially, I felt some unease at perhaps being confused with the International \sc{ufo} Registry (publishers of \journaltitle{Ufology} and the \journaltitle{\sc{ufo} Hotline} material) but since my sign said: \dq{\sc{ufo} Registry: Eugenia Macer-Story,} I gradually began to realize that there would be no confusion, since the average man or woman on the street has never heard of the International \sc{ufo} Registry.

No one coming to the Shin Psychic Center and Friendly Tearoom really expects any liaison with the United Nations, except one woman I saw for a psychic reading recently, who felt somehow that \sc{ufo}s might unite the world.

Action taken against acommon enemy, Theresa thought, might bring the warring nations of earth closer together. I told her that I thought we might have to leaflet Africa and Indochina, just to let them in on the campaign underway. However, as a matter of fact, a pencil jumped off my desk all by itself while I was talking to Theresa, and I did not really know how to interpret this occurrence. I picked it up off the floor. It seemed the most logical action at this time, just to pick up this flying pencil from where it had landed and put it back onto the desk.

Previous to closing my bicentennial celebration at the Magik Mirror in Salem, I had placed an ad in the \journaltitle{Salem News} asking for eyewitness testimonials on the recent rash of North Shore sightings. I did receive several letters in reply to this ad. One of these letters was from a woman who said that she had seen a rectangular box flying next to her car. This note was written on a piece of Melaril notepaper. (Melaril, for the uninitiated, is a tranquilizer sometimes used in treating symptoms of psychosis.)

I wrote back to this woman asking her what exactly she was flying high on at the time that she saw this rectangular box flying along beside her car. Nothing, she replied, indicating that she was a veterinarian's assistant, and had just jotted down news of her sighting on the first piece of paper that came to hand.

Happy little animals up there in Salem! I wonder if what she could possibly have seen was a transdimensional kennel.

There has been quite a bit of agitation recently in the small parapsychological journals as regards strange cattle mutilations in the Southwest United States. Several reporters have made an attempt to link these inexplicable butcherings with \sc{ufo} activity. I am sure that nothing is impossible, but I do wonder what visitors from outer space would want with the ears and rear ends of cattle.

This veterinarian's assistant from Salem probably did see a flying rectangular object made of light, just as a graduate student in engineering I talked to in Salem probably did see the complex crystal rotor he describes seeing on a hillside in Northern New England.

Buddy says he witnessed this alien object landing while he was walking in a rural, grassy area. A prominent part of the ship which manifested itself to Buddy was a trans-dimensional rotor constructed from a crystal substance strange to Earth. This rotor possessed certain technical properties of interest. At the time I talked to him (Spring 1976) Buddy was trying to get these strange new properties down into some logical form. I wish him the best of luck.

My own experience has been that these phenomena are a-logical.
They are real, a-logical, and related to the use of the faculties which we
have labeled \sc{esp} and psychokinesis. \sc{ufo}s do seem to cause mental
effects similar to those associated with telepathy, precognition and
hypnosis.

After two years of lively, on-the-street research, I do not agree with those who see this connection and then dismiss these phenomena as real but generated from the individual or group subconscious. There is intent to these landings, visions and strange communications, and if this intent is the intent of the collective unconscious of the human race, then we are definitely trying to tell ourselves something.

Perhaps we are trying to communicate to ourselves that we are being visited from outer space.

The following is a series of actual \sc{ufo} encounters related to me by people who voluntarily came into my office in Boston to report their sightings. I have changed the names since I promised the people who confided in me that I would change their names, but the personalities, events and effects of these sightings are substantially as related to me by the contactees involved. I have made no attempt to order these events logically or by any category of encounter whatsoever. I simply present these following \sc{ufo} narrations in chronological sequence:

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\date{6\slash 24\slash 77}

Having decided to arrange these \sc{ufo} sightings in chronological order, I went early to my office this morning and opened my file, which I thought was in chronological order.

I found, to my surprise, that the early part of my file is not in chronological order, but grows more chronological as time goes on. Apparently, right after moving from Salem I paid little attention to exact sequence.

The first note which comes to hand is dated 10\slash 26\slash 76 and is signed by Joy Summery of Andover, Massachusetts. In this note, which was slipped under my door, Ms. Summery asks me for information on my \sc{ufo} group and tells me that there is a lot of interest in \sc{ufo}s in Andover.

I called Joy Summery on the phone and told her that I had no \sc{ufo} group, but would be interested in any information on \sc{ufo} sightings. She told me that there was a group of people meeting in Andover who had experienced visions of beings descending to bring news of global catastrophe. Her voice was trembling, and I felt that she had been profoundly affected by some sort of experience. I declined Joy Summery's invitation to join her \sc{ufo} group, but told her that plenty of other people in this area had been having visions of global catastrophe.

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Helen O'Laughlin is a young black woman who sometimes reads tea leaves. Shortly after I moved into my office, she came nervously in to see me and told me that she and several other people had seen \sc{ufo}s in Roxbury, the black section of Boston.

\txtpt{chestwake}{Helen told me that she had been lying down with her boyfriend, half asleep, when she felt physically \dq{touched} by something which hit her in the chest. She woke and went to the window.} Up in the sky was a bright green light which was moving around in a jerky way.

Her boyfriend, Helen says, saw a \dq{white shadow} in the room at the same time.

When Helen checked with friends, she found that others in the same neighborhood had seen lights in the sky at approximately this same time in the evening. She gave me the names of;several of these people, and also of a friend who had seen a \sc{ufo} light in Arizona.

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On 10\slash 21\slash 76, Larry Sands, the director of the Shin Psychic Center, came to my office and told me that a friend of his who is a radio announcer had taken a news call the night before about a \sc{ufo} sighting in Bellingham, Massachusetts, a small town near Boston. I called this announcer, who told me that several people had seen multi-colored lights in the sky and had called the police and the radio station.

He also told me that there was word that this \sc{ufo} had shown up on a radar screen at Logan airport, but he could not definitely confirm this radar sighting.

According to Petersen, the actual event had taken place a week previously, on 10\slash 12\slash 76 at about one or two o'clock in the morning. He could not remember specific details of this sighting, but gave me the name of a local paper which had carried a more detailed story. When I called the \journaltitle{Milford Daily News}, a woman gave me the name of a police officer who had witnessed the \sc{ufo}. She also told me that subsequent to publication of the news of this Bellingham sighting an individual identifying himself only as \dq{an astronomer} had called the paper to report that any bright light in the sky on 10\slash 12\slash 76 must have been the star Sirius.

I called the Bellingham police department on 10\slash 22\slash 76 and talked to the officer who had seen the \sc{ufo}. Sgt. Mullhaven told me that \txtpt{lightstation}{he had seen at home before being called by the station a multi-colored light in the sky which was flashing on and off.} This was visible, Mullhaven told me, for about five hours and was seen from several locations. He gave me the name of the night dispatcher who had taken the original calls.

When I finally reached this dispatcher on the phone, he was cooperative and told me that something had indeed occurred concerning a light in the sky which was seen simultaneously from several different locations in the area.

This light is reported to have flashed on and off and changed colors. It was in the sky for five to six hours and was witnessed by several private citizens and three police officers.

It is difficult for me to understand how this light could possibly have been the star Sirius. In his book \booktitle{Gods of Aquarius}, Brad Steiger mentions the visionary connection of \sc{ufo}s to the star Sirius, speculating on beings who may have come from the vicinity of this star.

I doubt that three non-visionary patrolmen could seriously have confused the star Sirius with a flashing light or a flashing light with the star Sirius.

They saw something unusual.

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I have here now a note to myself dated 9\slash 15\slash 76. This concerns the \sc{ufo} sighting made by the woman who wrote to me on the \dq{have a happy day} Melaril blank.

\txtpt{rectangles}{Jane Franklin describes this sighting as having taken place near Reading, Massachusetts on Wednesday, September 8, at approximately 7:45 P.M.\ \ She was driving her car down Concord Street in North Reading when she noticed two bars of light traveling along with her, above the car. Franklin pulled over to the side of the road and switched off the engine for a few minutes. Then these rectangular bars of light seemed to disappear.}

In her reply to my question on tranquilizers, which is dated 9\slash 17\slash 76 and was written on ordinary paper, Franklin states that she is not on medication of any kind and experienced no unusual physical or mental symptoms in conjunction with her sighting. However, she writes that the night after seeing these rectangular bars she \dq{had a hard time falling asleep because the vision of what I saw was uppermost in my mind. I can still see a very vivid description of what I saw in my mind.}

Just below my note about Jane Franklin's letter, I have written another note to myself, dated 9\slash 23\slash 76. This note reads: \dq{Sign contract for office downtown. When I return to Lynn, both my electric clocks are twenty-five minutes slow.}

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Diana Bradley reports, in a letter dated 9\slash 8\slash 76: \ldq{Dear sir: I am writing to you in regard to your letter in the \journaltitle{Salem Evening News}. About a month ago on a Thursday night around 9:30 my boyfriend and I were driving down old Swampscott Road in Salem heading toward Swampscott. In the sky I noticed a very strange-looking craft. I asked my boyfriend if he thought it might be a plane. He said it definitely was not. We watched it for a few minutes. Then he took me home to my apartment.

When I got in, I told my mother about it. It was saucer-shaped. It had a lot of lights blinking on and off in sequence. Red and white lights. My mother and I looked for it and found it. It was hovering over Swampscott and Salem for about an hour and a half that I know of. About 11 P.M. it started to head toward Marblehead very slowly. When it reached the ocean, it took off like a bolt of lightning. I never saw anything move so fast in my life.

My mother and I looked for it in the sky for an hour after that, but we never saw it again.

Please write back and let me know what you find out I am very interested. Sincerely, Diana Bradley.}

Congratulations, Diana!

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At approximately the same hour of the evening on August 20, in a location not far from the location you report, Mrs. Kubouski, an elderly widow living in Salem, was lying down to go to sleep when, as she reports it, a \dq{flashlight} strobed \dq{through her eyes.} She went to the window and saw (Mrs. Kubouski speaks broken English, so I will render this as best I can): \dq{funny lights, about fifty feet high, swing around, ready to dance, fireworks over roof, a round craft with a man in the middle wearing a black outfit, pilot's outfit, lights around the edge.}

This was a small craft, Mrs. Kubouski elaborated: \dq{It did\ld\ the best way I can describe it\ld\ a square dance with pretty lights flashing, then went over the water near the electric power station toward Beverly.}

At the bottom of this description of the Kubouski sighting, I have written the comment: \dq{That's about all I have to tell you, and now I have to go back and fix my dinner,} which is actually one of Mrs. Kubouski's statements.

She is a very matter-of-fact woman who was encouraged to contact me by a neighbor whose son had been in to see me about his \sc{ufo} sighting earlier in the Spring of 1976.

Monroe's \sc{ufo} report may be found in the Fall 1976 issue of \journaltitle{Ufology} magazine.

At first I had hesitated about including the Kubouski sighting in this book because she was referred to me by Mrs. Monroe, and collusion or imagination might be suspected.

Happily, due to the coincidence between the Kubouski and the Bradley sightings, I can include both with a clear conscience, with the additional news that Mrs. Monroe's TV set was malfunctioning at the time Mrs. Kubouski called her on the phone to report that she had seen a square-dancing flying saucer.

After this event, Mrs. Monroe noticed unusual plastic-like pebbles or pieces of dust on a polished wooden table. She felt somehow that these unusual pieces of trash were connected to the flashing lights which she has seen in the sky on several occasions.

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Shortly after had moved into my office in Boston, a man in red trousers interrupted me as I was writing. I was irritated at this interruption, but since I had left the door ajar, I let him come in. He talked enthusiastically about the large pseudo-Greek sculpture which I keep leaning against my office wall. We discussed the possible significance of \sc{ufo}s in terms of symbolic chariots of the gods:

Ph\ae ton was the son of Clymene, a sea nymph, and Helios, the god of the sun. Against his father's advice, Ph\ae ton drove his chariot too fast and plummeted into the ocean. That is why, as the ancient Greek storytellers related, we have day and night and the end of the day seems to go so quickly and bloodily into the dark. Though, actually, this does not seem to make much sense since Ph\ae ton's chariot is reassembled every morning to run freshly through the bloody dawn.

Actually, according to source books, Helios lent Ph\ae ton his chariot and he drove it too close to the earth, so Zeus struck him down with a thunderbolt to keep the earth from catching fire.

Ph\ae ton must only have made this spectacular trip one time. In the sculpture that we were discussing, he is attended by a company of muses and the fires from his chariot do not seem to be very dangerous.

\date{6\slash 26\slash 77}

I decided to skip the weekend before continuing with this entry. The information which comprises this book has been collected over a period of two years, and yet I still do find it difficult to cope with these realities in any concentrated dosage. There seems always to be the necessity to make a joke or small talk.

After we had discussed Greek mythology for a while, the man in red trousers told me that he had seen a strange unidentified light over the Aegean sea, which lies between Greece and Turkey. This was during a recent trip abroad and he was at this point traveling on a ship of some sort out among the smaller islands\ld

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\date{\e{The real 6\slash 27\slash 77}}

Actually, I cheated and wrote the preceding before taking off for the weekend, while I 'still had all of these thoughts of chariots straight in my head. During the actual weekend, I did go to see the science fiction film \filmtitle{Star Wars} with my six-year-old son. While we were waiting for the large red curtain to pull back on the semi-circular screen, he suggested a new concept in motion pictures: the rocket movie.

In the rocket movie, the audience---while waiting for the entertainment to begin---is actually transported into outer space as the theatre itself levitates into another time\slash space continuum. Of course, since my son is six years old, these were not his actual words, but I believe I am conveying the idea correctly. Lights down! Throw away your clocks!
There is no space and the film is beginning!

In \filmtitle{Star Wars}, intergalactic battles are being conducted by strange-looking monsters and robots with very human feelings. This is the difference between the typical science fiction thriller and the \sc{ufo} reality: The thrust of sci-fi has always been the desire to animate machines, cold asteroids and pink-spotted sea monsters with the human significances of fable. So far as I can perceive, there is nothing comfortably human and understandable about the \sc{ufo} entities I have heard described. After our elaborate preamble, during which we discussed Greek mythology, my ceramic folk talismans, aspects of the weather over the Mediterranian, and the possibility of my talking up pastel portraiture of cupids, the man in the red trousers confessed that late at night over the Aegean he had seen a light which stood still in the sky.

This light held steady for a few moments and then precipitated directly downwards at a high speed, after which it stopped in the sky, went straight back up again and disappeared. After careful consideration, said this man in red trousers, he did not think it could have been a shooting star, since the trajectory of an ordinary shooting star does not move directly downwards and then back upwards again (unless it is Ph\ae ton resurrected).

All of this, of course, was in the context of elaborate and nervous, casual discussion, and when this man in red trousers left, he very carefully shut the door.

This was in early October.

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\txtpt{marooncoat}{A woman wearing a maroon coat came into the Psychic Center one winter morning and stood nervously about three yards from my door. She could not be persuaded to enter my office or to come close to me physically at all.}

Rita Warnock, who runs the Friendly Tearoom, had rapped on my door and told me that there was someone outside who wanted to report a \sc{ufo} sighting.

This woman was short, plump and grey-haired. She appeared to be in her fifties and was wearing a matching maroon coat and hat. \dq{I saw on TV, you know: what they call these now\ld\ \sc{ufo}s,} she told me. \dq{And then I was walking by and saw your sign and I thought I would come in here.}

This woman spoke in heavily-accented but educated English, and was trembling. It seemed that she was afraid of her experience with \sc{ufo}s, but felt impelled to speak about them nevertheless.

On the preceding Saturday, 12\slash 28\slash 76, at nine or ten at night, she said, she had seen a reddish, circular light turning around, jumping to a new location, and then turning around again.

She was able now to call this a \sc{ufo}, she told me, but in 1944 during World War II, when she had seen such phenomena in Hungary near the Danube River, she had not known what to label this sort of circular aircraft.

In 1944 in Hungary, this woman had been outside and saw a white cloud which elongated, then became or was part of a brownish-grey airship of an unusual sort. Then there was an air raid siren, and the usual planes went up.

After the planes had been up in the air and gone, this cloud came lower down toward the earth. Within this cloud, there was a smaller, circular ship which was shining in the sun.

Three days later, while walking again by the Danube near an arcade, this woman and several other people---including a police officer---saw the brownish-grey ship again. But at this time no one knew what to call it or what it really might be doing. She said she thought at that time that it might be a Nazi secret weapon of soine sort.

In 1953 in Boston, this woman was walking down the street on a Sunday and saw a \dq{fish-like thing} in the sky. This ship appeared to have facets of \dq{scales} of some sort. It came low.

The woman in the maroon coat said that she saw no people inside this scaly ship, but experienced telepathic contact of a sort she could not define.

She stared at this ship for a while and then ran down the street to get other witnesses, but the corner store was closed and when she turned to start back the ship was gone.

After telling me of these phenomena, this woman---still agitated---told me that she had read the Bible carefully to try to account for these things and could only conclude that---as was predicted in the Revelations of St. John---we are now experiencing the end of the world.

Certainly, if we do have visitors from outer space, this is the end of the world as we know it.

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On December 31\textsuperscript{st}, 1976, just prior to the performance of my mummer's play \playtitle{New Day} at the Psychic Center as part of the citywide First Night celebration, a heavy-set young woman came into my office and wanted to talk about astral projection.

Really, astral projection was the last thing on my mind just prior to this event. The heavy snow and personal quirks of the staff and the actors had for the moment rooted me right to the spot. There was no getting out of it: we were going to have to do this event, snow or no snow.

Imagine my consternation when this unexpected visitor began to describe the glowing blue discs she had seen in the sky over the Neponset Drive-in two years ago. I whipped out my notebook and took down a description of these discs. There were several of them. They glowed blue, and were traveling fast in a zigzag pattern. It seemed they came out of the water, went toward the sunset and then were gone.

I asked her what movie was showing at the drive-in, and with an embarrassed flush of laughter she told me that it had been \filmtitle{Dracula}. She could not remember exactly what date this had been two summers ago, but told me that it had been a cold night and that the mosquitos were biting. She had gone out to the drive-in with her cousins, she told me, and no one in the car could really believe what they had seen, so they finished watching \journaltitle{Dracula}.

After they got home, they heard on the radio that 4 woman somewhere else in the area had seen the same thing that evening when she went out by the water to look for her dog.

This heavy-set young woman told me that her cousin Frank had experienced strange dreams the night after this summer sighting, but will not talk about them. He was sixteen years old at the time that the blue discs flew over. I asked this woman, who is in her late twenties, if she herself had experienced any strange dreams connected with this sighting, and she admitted that she had not only dreamt of \sc{ufo} entities, but subsequent to her sighting had tried to astral project herself out toward these entities.

\txtpt{difficultybreathing}{I asked if she had experienced any success with this astral projection, and she told me that she had seen in her concentrations beings with brown eyes and bluish-white skin who cannot breathe in this atmosphere. There is something mixed with this air which they cannot inhale or contact without first being innoculated, she told me.} This seems reasonable, considering that---as related in the Salem woman's dream \pgr{salemdream}---chemical pollutants in the atmosphere may cause cancer.

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\txtpt{pondbox}{While I was out of town in January, a square black object fell through the ice of William McCarthy's pond in Wakefield, New Hampshire. \dq{When state officials enlarged the hole in the ice,} reports the \journaltitle{Boston Globe}, \dq{They found no square black object or radioactivity\ld\ the state fish and game department took a sample of rock and sand from the pond for laboratory analysis. Otherwise there is nothing left to the story. Except: what made a hole three feet in diameter, perfectly rounded, the black hole in ice eighteen inches thick?}}

What indeed? I deeply regretted that I had been out of town at the time. On a different metaphysical errand, I had to be in touch with the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained, and asked them if they had noted this event. They told me that they had indeed moted this unexplained event, and somehow in the course of the same phone call it evolved that I was requested to write an article on conceptions of time for the relativity issue of \journaltitle{Pursuit} magazine.

\txtpt{fluidice}{I had already entitled this time concept \essaytitle{Fluidice: Time as a Function of Prana,} and coincidentally all of my diagrams did concern a square (potentially-disappearable) box of time.}

This article appeared in the Spring 1977 issue of \journaltitle{Pursuit}.\fnote{This essay has been included in the appendix..} I do not know how hot a large fluid ice box would be in this continuum, but I do link flexible time boxes to living thermo-nuclear bodies such as the sun.

Certainly, such a box would not remain for long on the bottom of William McCarthy's pond.

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\date{6\slash 26\slash 77}

I would now like to talk about the interconnected sightings which were referred to me by Helen in the early Fall. Or are these really inter-connected?

For sure, Helen knows all of the people involved. At first, when she gave me this set of three names I thought I would be facing a conspiracy of giggling girlfriends.

To a certain extent, this was true: all three of them giggled nervously. However, the sightings which they described when I phoned them were each markedly different.

Charlotte told me that in late May or early June of 1976 she was sitting outside on some steps in the South End of Boston and saw a green light blinking on and off in the sky. This light then stopped blinking and suddenly disappeared.

Her friend Alicia told me that in July or August of 1976 she had been out on a cruise party in Boston harbor when she looked up and saw a red light which seemed to be as bright as the sun. This light was the size of a star. It went straight up and then straight across the sky like a helicopter. This was about four or five o'clock in the afternoon.

The second time that Alicia saw this red light was in October of 1976. Again, she was down by the harbor. There was nothing to see in the vicinity but fog. A red light appeared in the sky. This light stayed in the same spot, moved quickly to another location, and then disappeared. When Alicia went to get someone else to come and see this light, she says she felt \dq{wrong where she was} and experienced a sudden surge of nervous energy and fear.

The third of the sightings which Helen referred to me tumed out to be a multiple sighting in itself. This took palce in Arizona when Donna and her brother Michael, who also live in the South End of Boston, were out in the Southwest visiting a relative. They were camped near a lake in a rural area and saw a strange white light high in the sky.

Donna's sister, who lives in Arizona, says that several people have seen strange white lights in this location. Perhaps this is a haunted lake.

While I was on the phone with Donna, her brother asked to talk to me and told me that he had experienced another odd incident in January of 1977.

He was driving through New Hampshire when an airplane flew low over his car. He felt curious about this particular plane for some reason, and looked up.

In the sky was a star moving slowly. It went up gradually into the sky and disappeared. He was driving at that time and had to go under a bridge, so he could not watch the sky afterward for any length of time, but Donna's brother says he was sure this was some unusual occurrence.

He experienced no unusual mental states connected with this sighting. All of these South End lights, though related by gossip, seem to have been quite wndividual in their manifestation. The descriptions do not tally, as would descriptions which were faked for effect.

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One of the most interesting sightings which I have collected was reported to me accidentally by a railroad engineer who was looking for a new apartment.

I was in the Psychic Center earlier than usual, talking to actors who were about to rehearse a scene from my play \playtitle{Eye of Fire}, when the phone rang. On the other end of the line was a rather gruff-voiced individual who told me that he was calling about the apartment ad. When I told him that this was the Psychic Center, and I was not renting apartments, he told me that he was psychic himself.

\dq{I see a picture of George Washington near your face,} he declared. There are two one-dollar bills posted right beside the phone I was using, so I told him to please go on and tell me more. He became friendly, and told me that he works as an engineer. I told him that my grandfather was a railroad engineer and explained that I was here at the other end of the phone giving psychic readings and doing \sc{ufo} research.

This engineer then told me that he once saw colored lights flashing in the sky over around the railroad yards. He is convinced these lights were \sc{ufo}s. We made an appointment for him to come in and talk about his sighting, and I hung up the phone and went back to the actors. Five minutes later, the phone rang and a gruff voice said: \dq{I'm calling about the bungalow.}

When I told him that this was still the Psychic Center and that we were not renting apartments, he became embarrassed and eventually did not show up to talk about his sighting in more detail. Later on, I found out that Rita Warnock was indeed renting a bungalow and had put the Psychic Center's number into the real estate section of the \journaltitle{Globe}. So I had indeed contacted a genuine railroad engineer, and not a crank caller. I hope he found a bungalow with a good plumbing system. I have terrible trouble with my drains.

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\nonum\sec THIRTEEN

In February, a middle-aged woman in a flowered dress came into my office to report that \dq{something solid} had hit her while she was asleep at a relative's house.

She woke and tried to place the source of this assault, but no one was in the room. This woman told me that she was shocked and frightened right after she woke, but cannot remember any strange dreams or odd behavior associated with her mini-\sc{ufo} experience.

% FOURTEEN
\nonum\sec FOURTEEN

I picked up a stack of papers and found I had misplaced a more detailed account of Donna's sighting in Arizona. She says this was on July 3, 1976 at 4:30 A.M. near Lake Penablanca.

She and her sister were sleeping in their car that night. They were awake, watching the stars, when a star moved left, went straight up and stopped as if to get out of the way of a plane which was passing. She says she was worried for an instant that this plane might \dq{hit the stars.}

Then other lights started to move in the sky. These lights got smaller and smaller and then the sun came up.

Both Donna and her brother seem to have been buzzed by a \dq{plane} of some sort which turned into a star, but there is absolutely no reason to suppose that they invented these incidents. Particularly, Donna's statement that the \dq{plane might hit the star} shows an interesting suspension of the usual time\slash space continuum.

Additionally, I have noted down the news that her brother when eight or nine years old looked out a window at the factory roof opposite his apartment and saw something which he describes as a dome with a lighted rectangle beneath the arc and a triangle attached below the rectangle. He says he remembers this vision as if it were yesterday.

I am intrigued by the two rectangular \sc{ufo}s seen in this area (remember the vet's assistant who sent in the Melaril blank) and wonder if we are wrong to stereotype \sc{ufo}s as circular. Remember also the square object that made a round hole in McCarthy's pond.

% FIFTEEN
\nonum\sec FIFTEEN

Frankie called me initially to tell me that in 1972, while he was harvesting tobacco in Canada near Simco, Ontario, he was looking out the window of the house where he was staying when a round blue object zipped by about a half a mile away. This, he says, was an ellipse with a rounded bottom. It made no noise. Later, he and his friends found large, round burn marks about thirty-five feet in diameter.

He says that the house he was staying in while harvesting tobacco was haunted. Frankie and his friends heard moaning and experienced other odd occurrences with spirit sounds and .lights while living on this property. He connects his sighting of the \sc{ufo} ellipse with the spirit phenomena he saw while living in this haunted house, which he says he and his friends had broken into initially, since it was deserted.

If people who live on this property hear moaning and rattling, and see thirty-five-foot glowing elliptical spheres hot enough to char growing tobacco, it is easy to see why the house was deserted.

I told Frankie that I do feel there is a connection between \sc{ufo} and spirit phenomena in that both are using pranic or astral ehergies to actualize.

I asked him if he thought that he himself was mediumistic or psychic in any way and he told me that he had been living in New Jersey in an apartment where the previous occupant had been found dead.

Things began to move around all by themselves in this apartment, and a picture actually fell off the wall. Frankie told me to read Bishop Pike's book \booktitle{The Other Side} in connection with this experience. He told me that his mother had also been psychic. She read the cards, he said, but never went into psychic reading professionally.

While I was talking to Frankie on the telephone, I saw a flash of light pulse on the wall opposite. I took this to be some sort of signal that this particular phone call was important, and congratulated myself upon this occasion.

After we had talked for a while about psychic phenomena and \sc{ufo}s, Frankie volunteered that he knew a German expatriate living in Canada who has proof that \sc{ufo}s were flying saucer-shaped aircraft manufactured by the Nazis during World War II. He had made a small model of this aircraft for this man, Frankie told me, but a round object has trouble moving in a straight line because of its shape. This model would not fly more than a few yards.

\dq{Oh really, Frankie?} I replied. \dq{Would you mind giving me the address of this man in Canada?}

Frankie said that he would not mind, but that first he would have to locate one of his letters. He could not remember where he had put this and said he would call me back.

In return for his calling me back, I said that I would do an \sc{esp} experiment with him. At 8 P.M. that night I would place an ordinary sewing needle on the surface of a glass of water and by long distance psychokinesis Frankie would cause this needle to float.

I was a bit paranoid about Frankie's possible mental abilities as connected with neo-Nazi activities, since I had actually seen a flash of spirit light while talking to him on the phone, but at exactly 8 P.M. the needle sank. It precipitated directly to the bottom of the glass and remained at the bottom of the glass.

When Frankie called me back the next day he was upset to hear about the behavior of this needle, but he did give me the correct address of the publisher of \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} along with the hope that I would extend his personal greetings to the editor, which I did in general, and received in return much interesting information, which will be detailed later on.

% SIXTEEN
\nonum\sec SIXTEEN

\date{6\slash 29\slash 77}

A secretary of about thirty-five years of age came into my office wearing pink corduroy pants. She had originally been interested in a psychic reading, but when she saw the \sc{ufo} sign on my door she was interested in talking about a sighting in Pennsylvania during which several people experienced a high-pitched whining sound which vibrated the inner ear.

They saw a light or noticed some other visual phenomena initially, but the main aspect of this Pennsylvania sighting was this peculiar vibration effect.

At the time, this woman told me, the people who had experienced this sound called a university or some testing center in the area. She does not remember which center or what they were testing, since this was several years ago and happened to her neighbor and not to herself. However, this high-pitched whining has never been satisfactorily explained to the people who themselves were vibrated.

% SEVENTEEN
\nonum\sec SEVENTEEN

\txtpt{giftiesection}{I} have a note here upon which I have pasted the small ad clipping from a newspaper. This ad reads in part: \dq{New England: a hotbed of alien activity.} A need was stated in this ad for \sc{ufo} reports, so I called the number listed and got an answering service.

They told me that this \sc{ufo} Studies Institute which had been listed in the paper was actually Charlie Giftie.

With a name like Charlie Giftie, I thought (this pseudonym closely approximates the real pseudonym) this has got to be a crackpot of some sort. Crazily, I left my name and number with the message service, indicating to Giftie that I was interested in \sc{ufo}s and needed more information on his Studies Institute.

I received back in the mail a xeroxed document in the form of a letter. This letter was eight pages in length and detailed both aspects of Giftie's own \sc{ufo} experience and other significant sightings around the world, one of which was documented by a photo taken in October of 1974 at 5:30 P.M. near Nuoro, Sardinia, Italy.

Giftie stated that: \dq{statements made here may sound strange, but so is the \sc{ufo} phenomenon itself.} He offered as examples of this strangeness: the Bible, \booktitle{The Origin and Destiny of Man} by Edgar Cayce, \booktitle{Mysteries of Time and Space} by Brad Steiger and \booktitle{Somebody Else Is On The Moon} by George Leonard. Giftie also announced that he himself was about to publish a book entitled: \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s and the USA or The Monolith's Prostitute}. \booktitle{The Monolith's Prostitute} was scheduled to be issued on Shape Press at some future date, and could be purchased in advance for \$12.50.

I did not feel that I could afford to order Giftie's \booktitle{Prostitute} in advance. However, I was intrigued by his statement that he had \dq{instituted a one-million-dollar lawsuit against the Commonwealth of Massachusetts and certain police agencies for blatant violation of legal statutes and civil rights involving merely reporting a \sc{ufo} sighting.}

Giftie stated in other parts of this form letter and during subsequent phone conversations that he had been illegally placed under restraint twice for insisting on the reality of \sc{ufo}s. I do not know exactly what Charlie Giftie did to deserve this restraint. Perhaps he stood in some public park and yelled: \dq{\sc{ufo}s and the USA! \ld\ The monolith's prostitute!}

If this was the case, then his confinement was certainly questionable. The First Amendment to the Constitution of the USA guarantees freedom of speech and the Declaration of Independence was very basically concerned with the right of individuals to pursue their own form of happiness.

If it makes Charlie Giftie happy to publish his own eight-page form letter, and\slash or stand up in public and warn of government corruption as linked with invasions from the moon, that is interesting and highly unusual, but in no way a basis for any sort of extended confinement, either in a jail or any mental institution. Congratulations on your \dq{revelatory dream holographic projections,} Charlie Giftie!

As St. John the Divine was once recorded as stating: \dq{The word was made flesh and dwelt among us.}

I wrote to Giftie explaining that I thought he had probably experienced some sort of mind-altering contact with beings from another dimension, and that there was a possibility that now he might be more susceptible to negative spirit contact and induced paranoia, as well as advanced holographic revelations.

He wrote back to me denying that he had been under the influence of any negative demonic forces, and I then sent Giftie my very best final dismissal on a postcard from Los Angeles, California. I have not heard from Charlie Giftie since I ticketed him from L.A.

% EIGHTEEN
\nonum\sec EIGHTEEN

Speaking of California, I have here before me now the first notes on a sighting which I am going to deal with in more detail later on in this book.

Specifically, these details will be entitled \dq{Notes on Torres.} This Torres incident constitutes a puzzle of an inter-relationship which I am still trying to unravel. No one so far has been able to explain satisfactorily the events which are described in Section 30 \pgr{torres}. It was a real monolith of an experience, and I think it is best---as the whale did to Jonah---just to spit the entire troublesome incident up whole, in all its irritation and embarrassment.

Alonzo Torres came into my office in the early Spring of 1977 wanting to discuss his personal experiences with psychic phenomena. He told me that other members of his family have psychic sensitivity, and that his father has been seen in other parts of the city while sleeping at home.

Specifically, there was a boarding-school incident during which his father was reprimanded for being at home while he was still in school, since he had been seen at home while he was dreaming at school.

Torres told me that he himself once saw a ball of white light appear next to the TV set as he was watching an ordinary program. Others in the apartment, he said, were aware of this spirit presence instinctively as it manifested to him visually. Torres told me that he thought this white light had been his grandmother.

I told him that this was entirely possible, and Torres then volunteered that he had a \sc{ufo} photo which had been taken near Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela. 

This photo (\ref[torresphoto], p. \bpgr{torresphoto}), he said, had been snapped by one of his cousins when a \sc{ufo} manifested to a group of people who were traveling on an excursion bus near the lake. It was taken in 1968, Torres told me, but his relatives had waited until 1970 to have it developed. He was reluctant to bring this photo to my office, although he was ready to quite enthusiastically discuss the possibilities of \sc{ufo} and spirit contact. He told me that his mother had been reluctant to develop this film and then when it was finally developed did not want to show the photo to anyone outside the family. Torres felt that showing the photo to me might be a violation of her confidence. In connection with such niceties of thought, he talked to me for a long while on the mechanics of human destiny.

\dq{I am here,} he told me, \dq{inevitably. Though I think I have the choice to do or not to do anything at all---such as pick up my coat or close the door---there is no choice. It is all pre-ordained.}

Perhaps.

I knew as I was talking to Torres that when he brought me this photo I was going to have it secretly duplicated.

I told Torres that I wanted to keep this photo for several weeks to look at it, and that I would return it to him as soon as I had decided what I thought about the object.

A few days later, he brought me the photo, and the following morning at 8:30 A.M. I took it to a photographic duplication service.

When I brought in this photo, the man behind the counter was hostile. He told me (incredibly) that he had done a paper on \sc{ufo}s while in college and insisted that the picture was no good for submitting anywhere without a negative.

I told him that I was not planning to submit it anywhere for proof, but simply wanted a copy for posterity.

However, this amateur \sc{ufo} buff was too sure of the futility of duplicating a \sc{ufo} picture to listen, and so alienated me with his comments on the nature of photographic evidence that I might have blown a circuit on his photo-duplication equipment if this was July 1977.

But it was then March 1977 and I had not yet experienced the strange \sc{ufo}-connected downflux of psychokinetic energies which I detail in Section 30.

However, all was not lost!

In the course of this photographic tirade, I did find out one valuable piece of information: the \dq{8} or \dq{B} which appears faintly in the dusky background of the Torres \sc{ufo} photo is a bleed-through from the film backing and not due to fakery or madness in the composition of the picture.

\txtpt{colorxerox}{Giving up the idea of obtaining a copy of this picture at any photographic service immediately (it takes several days to obtain a new negative) I went down the street and had a copy of the picture made on a color xerox machine.}

The colors are a bit accentuated by this xerox process, and so the result looks Jike a still from a film like \filmtitle{Star Wars}, but I do retain several fascinating copies of this photo, the original of which I did return to Torres.

It is an elliptical figure which manifested sideways in the sky, like a bright yellow plate balanced on the edge of one rim with a fried egg sunnyside up in the middle.

Also, this UFQ does resemble the human female breast as it might be
rendered against a dark background by the surrealist artist Salvador
Dali.

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\caption/f[torresphoto] Facsimile of photo developed (July 1970)
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The object recorded on the Torres \sc{ufo} photo is altogether unearthly.  Unlike the vehicles represented in \filmtitle{Star Wars} and other science-fiction adventures, it shows no evidence of rocket propulsion devices but seems simply to be hovering sideways in the air in front of a darkened horizon.

Since I did promise Torres that this photo would not be published in this book, I have reproduced the color xerox copy in a pastel drawing, lightening and browning the background a bit as it was in the original, which did not have such an accentuated color contrast.

One of the original color xerox copies now resides in the files of the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained. As far as I have been able to ascertain, this photo was genuine.

In shape, Torres' flying fried egg resembles several other elliptical objects which have received publicity in the small \sc{ufo} journals such as \journaltitle{Ufology} and \journaltitle{Flying Saucer Review}.

% NINETEEN
\nonum\sec NINETEEN

It is a shame that most contactees are not carrying cameras. A paramedic who had come into the Psychic Center to have a tea-leaf reading with her mother came in to see me and report that she had seen a \sc{ufo} in the Fall of 1976 in Brighton, Massachusetts, not far from where I am now living.

She says she was walking down Washington Street, which is the main street of Brighton Center, toward Newton, when she became aware that there was an unusual light in the sky. This woman had the idea that this light was following her, and then dismissed this idea as being crazy. She went on into her sister's apartment, where she had been heading at the time she noticed the light.

When she came back out of her sister's apartment, this woman says, the light was still hovering above the trees. As she started back home along Washington Street, she once again had the idea that the light was following her. She stopped to look back at it, and it seemed to hover at the top of a church roof, then suddenly speeded off toward Cambridge.

As this GFO light was standing still over the church roof, she told me, a small plane became aware of its presence and abruptly changed course.

I asked her to describe this unidentified object in more detail, and she told me that it was round on top with a section which came down at an angle from the domed section and squared off into a lower area with windows. These windows were perfectly square, she says.

This is a young woman who claims to be psychic, but in other respects is quite matter-of-fact, holding down a job as an ambulance attendant. I am struck by two aspects of her sighting. First of all, this troublesome plane.

Remember that both Donna and her brother (Sections 11 and 14) described seeing airplanes in connection with their sightings? In Donna's case, the plane was described (illogically) as \dq{about to hit a star,} and in her brother's New Hampshire sighting a plane is reported as literally buzzing the car just before he looked up to notice an unusual light in the sky.

The idea that a light plane would see a \sc{ufo} light hovering over a church and then calmly change course and go about its business is questionable. At the controls of such a plane, there would be a human being subject to such reactions as panic or curiosity. Additionally, it is very dangerous to ram full speed into the early morning stars.

These \dq{planes} connected with \sc{ufo} lights seem to have defied the ordinary laws of time and space and also the ordinary set of human reactions one might expect from a pilot encountering a large glowing object\ld\ or even a small glowing object.

The second aspect of this paramedic's sighting which is of particular interest is that she is the fourth person in this area (the vet's assistant, William McCarthy, Donna's brother Michael) to report rectangular aspects of \sc{ufo}s.

Usually, contactees report saucer-shaped or ellipsoidal craft. \sc{ufo}s have been stereotyped as being round in shape, not square-cornered.  Mrs. Monroe (Mrs. Kubouski's neighbor in Section 6) once told me that she had seen a craft which was domed at the top and the bottom with a strip of square windows in the middle. My mind boggled at the time she told me this because it was quasi-logically rejecting the fact that she and her son and her neighbor could have seen so many \sc{ufo}s.

I don't know why I should reject any of these stories. After all, I have seen \sc{ufo} lights several times: once on the railroad tracks and once on the walls of my bedroom. There was no airplane in my bedroom at the time of my sighting, but I did hear a crack in the air which was audible to both myself and my son in the next room.

Disregarding the usual expectations of logic, time and space: some \sc{ufo}s seem to signal before they manifest. If this is true, then they want to be seen and are deliberately appearing to certain persons in certain circumstances.

The \sc{ufo} phenomenon seems to be a controlled phenomenon.

% TWENTY
\nonum\sec TWENTY

A blonde psychic reader of about forty years of age nailed me to the wall with a speech on flying saucers recently, just as I was about to get into the elevator and leave the building.

Shanti is a charismatic speaker and, unless interrupted, will tell you all about yourself for hours if she feels like it. At this particular time, she felt like telling me to read George Adamski's book \booktitle{Flying Saucers Have Landed}. My immediate reaction to this advice was a heightened desire to get onto the elevator and get out of the building.

Adamski was one of the early \dq{contactees} who completely lost credibility by claiming to have experienced journeys to Mars---or was it the opposite side of the moon? I forget which location he flew up to in his ecstasies, but this has since been un-verified.

Shanti told me to disregard the second section of Adamski's book, which had been invented. She told me that she had met Adamski and that he had told her that he became angry with the public for criticizing and ridiculing his stories of the original \sc{ufo} contact, and invented the trip to the other side of the moon in order to be outrageous.

Sure, Shanti: tell me another one.

On this occasion, I finally made it into the elevator and out onto the solid freedom of the street. However, for days afterward Shanti was after me on every possible occasion about Adamski.

\dq{Would you please,} she insisted, \dq{go to the library? Just get the first volume: the first volume \ld\ not before he changed it.} Finally, I went to the library. I did not feel that I could face the importunate Shanti another time until I had at least gone into the library building and read the title page of Adamski's Flying Saucers Have Landed.

I would then have read a portion of the first volume, and maybe this would shut Shanti up with all of her talk of veracity as connected to changing modes of vibration and the necessity to heal my physical mechanism.

In connection with word on Adamski and flying saucers, Shanti was going through a period of four days during which she talked to me continuously about the vibrational levels of my physical mechanism.

\dq{You,} she told me, \dq{will have to heal yourself before you can get on with \e{this} particular project anyway.}

I found the news that I would have to heal myself distressing, since I do have a few old nerve injuries and this exhortation to \dq{heal myself} seemed an impossible command and redolant of Shanti's background of charismatic and pentacostal religions. She is an ordained minister of one of these sects, and will say almost anything if she feels the spirit move her.

So I went to the library to get \booktitle{Flying Saucers Have Landed} in order to get Shanti off my back. However, although it is listed in the card catalogue, there was no actual volume available on the shelf, so events spared me Adamski.

% TWENTY-ONE
\nonum\sec TWENTY-ONE

Nevertheless, shortly after failing to locate Adamski's book, I myself did perform as a \sc{ufo} on April Fools Day.

This was in the course of a trip to California which I had been planning to take for several months. When I made my plans, I had no intention of acting as anyone's \sc{ufo} or even freaking out mildly into any aspects of \sc{ufo} conduct.

I had planned this trip as an occasion to scout out Los Angeles or San Francisco as a possible location for my activities. Also, I was going to visit a few old friends, and there was really nothing more to this trip.

I did intend to query Warren Sequoia about his \sc{ufo} sighting in person, but that was just out of passing curiosity, as I had intended to confine my data collection to sightings within the Boston area.

I felt reasonably unaltered mentally while in Los Angeles, where I toured the city, decided to write a long poem (\poemtitle{Trip 1011\slash Destination 4031}: now scheduled for publication in the Stone Soup \booktitle{East\slash West Anthology}, whenever they get together enough money to publish that anthology) and watched the Academy Awards on TV while eating a pizza with a group of unemployed actors.

Upon arriving in San Francisco, I still felt reasonably unaltered, but then during the day on March 31\textsuperscript{st} something got into me, much as I suppose something must have gotten into Shanti during the four days she was pestering me about Adamski and the vibrational levels of my bodily mechanism.

Subsequent to finding out that the Dawn Horse bookstore had just inexplicably burned down, and while enjoying a maple nut doughnut just across the street from the damage, I began to have the idea that April Fools Day was in some way connected with \sc{ufo}s. This came over me gradually. After finishing my doughnut, I noticed a sign in a camera store across the street which read Metaphysical Books.

Disappointed in my quest for the Laughing Man Press, which I am afraid really is the name of the Dawn Horse line of metaphysical books, I went across the street into the camera store, which also rents typewriters by the hour, and purchased a book on Alchemy, \booktitle{The Science of Self-Transformation}.

I took this book right down the hill and into my hotel room, which is something I had not planned to do at all. Subsequent to speed-reading this volume, which deals with the guidance of human beings on the earth plane by more highly-developed beings called \dq{masters} or \dq{chohans,} I got a bad case of cold chills and diarrhea. Feeling weak and sick, I crawled under the covers and went to sleep. When I awoke, which was several hours later, I had it once again firmly in my mind that I should contact Warren Sequoia, who appears in the article \essaytitle{Notes on Torres} (Section 30) under the additional pseudonym of Bill Babaloo \ld\ or was it Ben Shenks? I am never able to keep those names I have invented straight in the composition, though I do have the real personalities firmly in mind.

At any rate, I called up Warren-Babaloo's friend, Ben Shenks and informed him that after our scheduled dinner engagement on April Fools Day we simply \e{had} to go out and drop in on said Warren Sequoia.

Shenks acquiesced in a phone booth, which we had entered together to call information. It turned out that he no longer knew Sequoia's address, but we did come up with a current telephone number.

On April Fools Day morning, I got up, put on my red sweatshirt which reads \sc{Magick} in large white letters, and as a deliberate lunatic went out and mingled with the crowds.

Since deliberate lunacy is not unusual in San Francisco, no one paid any particular attention to me or my sweatshirt, except a clown in whiteface who was standing on a two star mailbox, and with whom I did a short mime routine based on his rainbow sign which declared that he was magic and would bring good luck for a quarter.

By the time that I wandered into an art supply store advertising \dq{60\% off,} I was a bit tired and had completely forgotten that I was wearing my \sc{Magick} tee shirt.

On impulse, I believe I thought that I might take some art supplies back to Boston. I realize in retrospect that this was absurd. I needed no art supplies and had no reason for going into this particular store at all.  Furthermore, my final purchase was not paper, pencil, portfolio or acrylic paint but a small package of cigars-which I found behind the pen display on an upper shelf at the side of the store. I had looked in several tobacco stores in this same area before breakfast, searching for my particular brand, but had experienced no luck.

It looked like my friend the clown had brought me luck in the course of our mime. I did give him a quarter.

% TWENTY-TWO 
\nonum\sec TWENTY-TWO 

I break here to start the second part of the narration of this same incident since at the time of approaching the counter of this San Francisco art store to purchase one small package of cigars I switched identities and became not passively a contactee, but actually the \sc{ufo} phenomenon itself.

I did not realize at the time that I approached this counter that I was going to become a \sc{ufo} manifestation. I accomplished this, however, shortly after receiving the change from a one-dollar bill, which I had tendered to James Karnstedt (his real name). Right now, I am going to knock off this California narration for today to write a letter of response to the man from the Parker House hotel chain who came into my office this morning asking me to refer my clients from out of town to their \sc{esp} Executive Services Program. A portion of his memo is quoted below:

\Q{\dq{Special \sc{esp} privileges on Friday and Saturday nights for the \sc{esp} guest and spouse.}}

I wonder if this has anything to do with Giftie's monolith (Section 17)?

Itis easy to see that I have been \sc{ufo}ed by a Parker House Hotel memo Just as I was about to describe how I became a \sc{ufo} in the process of purchasing cigars.

Really: the Executive Services Program representative just walked right in here.

% TWENTY-THREE
\nonum\sec TWENTY-THREE

\date{7\slash 1\slash 77}

The difference between the Parker House \sc{ufo} and my transformation into a \sc{ufo} lies primarily in the area of awareness and intention. For example: why on earth did a functionary of the Parker House arrive conveniently into my office on 6\slash 30\slash 77 with a convenient example for this book?

I doubt very much that his hotel chain printed the \sc{esp} services memo specifically for my whimsical use at this moment.

On the other hand, when Jim Karnstedt returned my change and then asked me why I was wearing the word \sc{Magick} on my sweatshirt and if I meant by that metaphysical magick or stage magic, I felt a definite shift in my consciousness and the sense that what I was going to say would be \dq{significant} in some way.

This was similar to the feeling of \dq{significance} which I recognize as being part of the psychic reading situation, when I am relating communications which \dq{mean something} to an individual, all of this apprehended by \sc{esp}.

For some reason, I began in the art supply store to talk to Karnstedt about my mathematical ideas as these relate to \sc{ufo} phenomena, particularly in the area of time\slash space anomaly. He told me that he himself was involved with \sc{ufo} research, and was in fact planning to attend an upcoming international \sc{ufo} conference in Acapulco, Mexico.

Then Karnstedt produced his \e{energen}. An energen is a small circular device made of metal. It resembles, appropriately, a small flying saucer with a circular plate on the bottom and the top and a central compartment.

Karnstedt told me that he also had recently been in Los Angeles, demonstrating his energen. This device, he told me, ionizes the atmosphere of a room as the sun ionizes the atmosphere, producing a more healthful environment. He told me that this energen also does have some effect on states of consciousness.

There was an energen in the art store, ionizing the atmosphere. At the time I was talking to Karnstedt, I did not fully recognize the significance of this encounter. As so often happens with information and\slash or added perception gained by unusual means, the data is so unusual and so unexpected that the logical faculties must take time to sort and assimilate the new experience before it can be of any material use.

Therefore, at this time I am writing myself a note which reads: \dq{Karnstedt: the energen as time\slash space changer} and I will place this note at the bottom of a stack of papers on my desk. These papers are notes for this book which I have arranged in chronological order. I have just written to Karnstedt asking if he knows anyone who would be interested in reading this book, and he should answer at about the time I have finished re-drafting this stack of notes.

So that: these notes are in chronological order, including the note which I 'have taken out of chronological order and placed at the end of the stack, to cover an event which has not yet occurred. Remember that previous to this encounter in the art store, I had never seen Karnstedt before, never heard of the energen and had no idea that I would ever find myself explaining my theories of time alteration in a San Francisco art store with a \dq{60\% off} sign in the window.

At the time of our conversation, I exchanged addresses with Karnstedt, who told me to keep in touch and that he was in contact with a writer\slash editor on psychic topics who lives in San Francisco. I will call this writer\slash editor Simon Herrick.

It occurs to me now that it must have been strange for Karnstedt to receive my name on my then just hot-off-the-press surrealist stationery, which reads on the masthead: \e{½ OFF or else} and bears at the foot of the pages this motto: \dq{Here I am. Farewell, body of the sphynx.}

Like the hotel chain with their \sc{esp} executive services program, I really had not designed the stationery for this encounter, but it was certainly appropriate.

Later on that April Fools Day evening, after finally locating Warren Sequoia in his villa overlooking the flatlands of Berkeley, we were all engaging in casual small talk when his wife, who is psychic, suddenly interjected:

\Q{\dq{Simon Herrick! I see Simon Herrick in the air all around you!}}

Certainly, I had no idea that the energen would be able to impress Simon Herrick into the air all around me.

Sequoia told me that he did not want to talk in any detail about his \sc{ufo} encounter, and that seemed to be a dead end to my inspiration that I should for some reason speak to Sequoia directly.

Perhaps the purpose of this visit was that his wife should prophesy upon the name of Simon Herrick. Subsequent to visiting Sequoia, my sense of significance and mental alteration receded, leaving me a bit tired and subdued.

I went on with my ordinary social activities as planned and left San Francisco the following Sunday.

Before I left, I dropped by the art store to see Karnstedt again. I still did not fully understand our connection, but told him that Sequoia's wife had prophesied upon the name of Simon Herrick, thus in some way reinforcing the significance of whatever it was that had turned me into a \sc{ufo} on April Fools Day.

I wonder how Karnstedt will reply to the letter I wrote yesterday.

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Next in my file is \dq{Truth Declassified,} a brochure which I received in response to my query on Nazi \sc{ufo}s (Section 15). This brochure asks the question: \dq{Did the Nazis, with their secret weapons, \sq{buzz} the Capitol in Washington in 1951 in order to intimidate the US government?}

This is quite a question.

I did order the book \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} from Frankie's reference and found it to be dedicated to the \dq{unsung and often-maligned heroes of the Second World War.}

There seems to be some confusion or connection here between \sc{ufo}s and war activities. 

It is a widely circulated rumor that Hitler himself was mediumistic and deeply into astrology and other occult activities. The Nazi swastica itself is the reversed occult symbol for the four dimensions: \e{time, and the three dimensional locations}, which are also of importance to mathematicians.

\booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} does not mention this fact, but ends with a very useful appendix of newspaper clippings which have been duplicated from English language newspapers exactly as they were published, right down to the ragged corners. These clippings have datelines from all over the world.

Otherwise, the composition of \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} seems a little crazy to me. The author has indeed achieved some sort of an insight, but due to prejudices stemming from World War II has not been able to make this insight cohere. 

Mattern-Friedrech describes the German nation as a colony either from the German-speaking \dq{Saturnanians} or \dq{the outer earth beachhead of the inner earth civilization.}

I wrote to my correspondent at the publishers of \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon}, asking the following questions. The following answers were written in below the questions, and my original letter was returned:

{\def\Q{\llap{Q:}}\def\A{\llap{A:}}\narrower\parindent=0pt\parskip=0pt
\Q Are you aware of the psychic factor in \sc{ufo} contact?

\A Yes.

\Q How do you deal with this in your operations?

\A By accepting that a certain percentage of \sc{ufo} sightings are of that origin.

\Q How did you become interested in UFQs?

\A Through \e{(unintelligible word)} with German engineers who worked on \sc{ufo}s during World War II.

\Q Have you or members of your staff seen \sc{ufo}s?

\A No!

\Q Have you any knowledge of Nazi activity linking the \dq{occult} and \dq{mediumship}* with \sc{ufo} or war planning activities?

\A Yes.\par}

My correspondent added that he was \dq{going to Europe this summer to contact \sc{ufo} specialists and related people.}

Along with Mattern-Friedrech, the author of \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon}, I cannot make all of this information cohere, except simply to remember the story told to me by the woman in the maroon coat (Section 8) last winter. She says that she saw a circular aircraft over the Danube River in Hungary during an air raid alert in 1944,

Was this aircraft a similar sighting to the one she later experienced in the United States, or was it a Nazi secret weapon?

Is it possible that a Nazi functionary familiar with secret circular aircraft, then mentally disturbed by the German defeat, might be more likely than most of us to admit the real possibility of \sc{ufo}s, the circular aircraft that keep turning up in news photos all over the world?

I have drawn below (\ref[stoppedfan]) the image of a circular spinning object with windows, standing still. This is similar to the \dq{Flugetrad} or \dq{wingwheel} designed by the Nazis for vertical takeoff, which is included in Mattern-Friedrech's book. These objects are not the same, but they \e{are} similar. One of the most important aspects of their similarity is that they look more different standing still, than when blurred into a solid ellipse while spinning.

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At this point, I am going to take off from this book for the fourth of July weekend, during which I plan to write a short surrealist children's play entitled \playtitle{My Sandwich Exploded}.

This was requested by a friend of mine who does children's plays in New York City, and I feel that I should get it done before I have to spend any time retyping this manuscript.

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\date{7\slash 5\slash 77}

On July 4\textsuperscript{th}, while I was busy redrafting \playtitle{My Sandwich Exploded}, the phone rang and a man told me that he had seen my ad on \sc{ufo}s and wanted to report a \sc{ufo} sighting.

He told me that he links \sc{ufo}s with psychic phenomena and that the psychic sensation he connects with \sc{ufo}s is like \dq{walking through the rain in a rubber suit.}

Connected with this sensation, he has developed something which he calls \dq{rain therapy.} By the use of rain therapy, this man claims he can help people psychologically and cure minor aches and pains.

I told Simons that I could meet him to talk about rain therapy on July 7 and he became excited and told me that \sc{ufo}s were due to be sighted in Maine on July 7.

I found this conjunction of events and mformatwn interesting, and a bit disturbing, as I had just spoken on the phone with a friend from New York who is going to Maine on vacation and will be passing through Boston on July 8.

Also, the sensation of \dq{rain falling through the body} is remarkably like the sensation which I feel when I am channeling pranic energy, as described in \dq{Notes on Torres} (Section 30). In fact, last year I wrote a song on this topic. It is a jazz mantra, which goes:

\Q{\parindent=0pt\parskip=0pt\def\nudge{\hskip\parindent}
light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
\nudge light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
\nudge on the intergalactic line
I like to lie on the seat while I ride
\nudge I like to lie on the seat while I ride
I like to lie on the seat while I ride
\nudge to watch the light fall through the sky
I've got a penny with a Jupiter sign
\nudge I've got a penny with a Jupiter sign
I've got a penny with a Jupiter sign
\nudge and you better believe: that penny is mine
light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
\nudge light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
light keeps falling through the holes in the sky
\nudge on the intergalactic line}

We'll see what happens on July 7.

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On May Day 1977 I met by chance a local theatre entrepreneur in a coffee shop where I was loitering before crossing the street to go on to an organizational meeting.

We were headed for different theatres. He asked me what I was doing, so I told him (among other bits and pieces of gossip) about my research on \sc{ufo}s.

We had never discussed \sc{ufo}s before, though we had talked about the occult and black magic. He is a person I don't see very often, really the friend of a friend who moves in another area of acquaintance.

Spontaneously, he told me that he and his wife the night before had seen a greenish pulsating light which expanded in the sky and then proceeded directly downwards.

This light was large, not a meteorite, and might have been a weather satellite. He emphasized that this probably might have been a weather satellite, but he was not sure exactly what he had seen. There is no doubt that this light was unusual, as well as my extended conversation with the sightee, whom I do not know very well.

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Next in my file is a highly unusual clipping from the Boston \journaltitle{Herald American} dated May 16, 1977. This details the story of a retired maintenance man from Dracut, Massachusetts and his two sons, aged 12 and 14, who were chased by a hairy, nine-foot tall creature near Hollis, New Hampshire. Laid out beside this story is another story which occurred within the same span of time. \txtpt{figureeightbeing}{This tells of two Dover, Massachusetts teenagers who saw a small, monkey-like figure with a \dq{figure 8 head} standing on top of a broken stone wall. This being was said to have had bright orange eyes.}

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On May 17, a man who said that he had attended meditation sessions at the Cayce Foundation in Virginia Beach left a class which Larry Sands was conducting just outside my office and told me that he had experienced a \sc{ufo} sighting while at Virginia Beach. He connected this sighting with an alteration of his perceptual system.

This Cayce man had been meditating heavily for several days and walked out onto the beach. When he looked up into the sky, he saw first a large orange light and then a shower of shooting stars. This caused what he described as a \dq{spasmodic reaction} of his entire nervous system. He spoke several times of physical spasms as connected with his visionary experience.

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A few days after I had talked to this man about his experience at the Cayce Foundation in Virginia Beach, a woman in her early twenties called me on the phone and told me that she had experienced psychical phenomena, but was afraid to talk about these phenomena, because the circumstances were embarrassing.

I told her to write me a letter about her experiences. These are sections five and six of Mary Beth's Letter: \dq{5) I fell asleep and saw a light, yellow wheel turning within me. 6) I went into a state of bliss Easter Sunday at the Charles River. I could perceive matter vibrate and the air vibrated and sparkled like the moon shining off of tiny wavelets in a lake. I perceived how I was another forcefield in the universe, and part of everything.}

Why would anyone be ashamed of these perceptions? Congratulations, Mary Beth, on the beauty of your thought.

Perhaps Mary Beth was ashamed because she also felt a spasmodic reaction of her nervous system and a cosmic rain of light falling through and not-through her body. Such a symptom might psychiatrically be classed as a symptom of neural disorder or psychosis. Actually, if a person is really experiencing some communication from the astral regions (which utilizes pranic energies independent of Earth time and space) this communication is going to have some effect on the nervous system.

Mary Beth did mention at one point in her letter that she had once felt a ghostly lover's touch and kiss on her cheek as she slept. It seems that Mary Beth's system, like the systems of many psychic mediums, somehow registers thought physically.

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I had a strange experience with the physical effect of thought on my nervous system which I detailed right after the event in a quickly written journal-article which I entitled \essaytitle{Notes on Torres.} I sent this to Pursuit magazine of the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained, which has published several of my speculative articles.

The letter I received in return was from a quizzical R. Martin Wolf. He wrote: \dq{I think the best thing we can do is wait and see what happens with all the diverse cosmic characters who are presently involved in your research concerning the whole inter-relationship\ld\ I do not doubt that something is going on, I just can't see getting to the bottom of it until we know something more\ld} At this time I am willing to volunteer some further information, but first read \essaytitle{Notes on Torres}:

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\centerline{\e{Diaries and Diagrams on \sc{ufo} Contact}}

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\Q{{\it \dq{Door, where'd you learn all this?}}}
\Qs{Catullus}

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\rightline{by E. Macer-Story}
\rightline{Copyright 1977 E. Macer-Story}
\rightline{All right reserved}

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TORRES REBUS 4\slash 21\slash 77
\e{Pieces:}

\e{one:} Macer-Story is collecting data on \sc{ufo}s to write a book. This is publicly known. She has just been to California, where she visited old friends. The environment in California is markedly different from her office environment in Boston. In California, she talked with several experts on \sc{ufo} activity and altered states of consciousness.

\e{two:} Torres is a Latin American expatriate who has been in this country for fifteen years. He has a long-standing interest in spiritism. Once sponsored a medium who performed music in concert. Has written an odd play about the chess master Capablanca playing chess with a live pigeon. Capablanca's girl friend then becomes jealous and there is a wild disturbance. He has a \sc{ufo} photo which was taken in South America in 1969. It seems to be genuine. He says his mother and cousin witnessed the \sc{ufo} and took the picture. He believes he is a psychic healer and wants to demonstrate this by giving Macer-Story healing treatments.

\e{three:} Bill Babaloo and Ben Shenks who were once editors for \sc{Playboy} live in California. They work separately. Shenks introduced Macer-Story to Babaloo. Babaloo has written on \sc{ufo}s both fictionally and non-fictionally. Also, Babaloo is into aspects of spirit contact and Crowleyesque magic. Shenks is writing a book on psychic healing. He has a certain degree of romantic interest for Macer-Story and together they went to an unconventional gathering on April Fools Day at which alternate lifestyles were practiced actively. Macer-Story has written a poem about her trip to California entitled \poemtitle{Trip 1011\slash Departure 4031}.

\e{four:} Leonardo Pinto is a friend of Torres who lives in New York City.  They have tried seances. Pinto claims Guiseppi Verdi appeared to him at age thirteen and has written an opera by inspiration which he titles \playtitle{Gardenia}. This is about an ugly woman who nurses a nobleman and falls inlove with him. He is blind, and when a surgeon is able to cure him, she substitutes a beautiful woman in her place, so that he will never know she is ugly. Torres and Pinto fancy this opera as mystical.

\e{five:} Macer-Story is planning a trip to New York City in conjunction with relocating in the city. She knows artists and unconventional people in that environment. New York is associated by Macer-Story with plays and music.

\e{six:} A spirit entity claiming to be a Scottish music teacher who died in 1923 comes through to Macer-Story in a psychic sitting with Torres. He says he has taught in the British Isles at a school called Edinburgh. He gives a K-sounding name like Kinkaid, or Kavanagh, also Macer-Story is aware of the name Fox as connected with this entity. The context of this contact was Macer-Story holding the music manuscript of one of Pinto's inspirational compositions. Pinto was not present.

Note in %
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\ref[diagramone] that these various pieces are not really connected except associationally.

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\sc{Question:} What has caused this nexus to register consciously?

\sc{Answer:} Torres. \sc{Question:} Why Torres?

By the time I had decided to keep some record of events surrounding the Torres \sc{ufo} sighting, these events had already grown so complex that I decided to make an informational diagram rather than attempting to represent this situation in a wholly linear and sequential way.

This article will contain two informational diagrams: one drawn previous to the journal of my relationship with Torres and one drawn as a summary of this experience.

I do not feel that I can present this entire occasion without including personal details about Torres and about myself, so I have changed his name and the location of the \sc{ufo} sighting, which actually did take place in South America in 1969.

Though I have changed Torres' name, the dates and auxiliary information are accurate to the best of my knowledge. The novel which is mentioned in the journals is an actual novel and you may want to go to the library and check it out. Perhaps you might be able to see even further synchronistic correspondences in meaning, plot structure and personality description. I hope so.

By now, I am so close to this material that I find it quite difficult to do more than simply present informational diagrams, supplemented by my journals. I-have retained sequentially all of my mistakes and misinterpretations, so that you can see how complex the \dq{contactee} situation can become.

Since the \dq{\sc{ufo}} entities operate by the use of pranic energy, many of the auxiliary effects of prolonged contact are in the area of psychokinesis, mood and idea change, and telepathy. Unprepared contactees might believe that they are experiencing a descent into madness.  Persons experiencing this sort of communication might also, as they have in the past, be tempted toward radical pronouncements, dangerous activities or suicide.

It is my hope that the Torres journals will help to prevent some of this needless agitation.

\centerline{\sc{Please Consult Diagram One}}

\date{4\slash 27\slash 77}

Torres called just a split second after I had hung up the phone after talking to another man who was delayed in coming over for dinner. He seemed morose and wanted his \sc{ufo} photo back. Probably on the subconscious level he was picking up telepathically that I was interested in another man.

Also, he told me that the pianist who had played the Beethoven concert he sponsored (a performance done by spiritual direction) is back intown and was recently in London. I asked Torres to ask this musician if he knows any Scottish music teachers, there perhaps being some overt connection to the seance entity which came through as regards Torres music, and identified itself as Scottish.

Again I asked him to contact his cousin in Argentina (the one who took the picture of the \sc{ufo}) and ask for details as to why his mother and cousin were on that particular sightseeing trip. Also I asked for any strange dreams or paranormal details which his mother or cousin might remember.

\date{4\slash 28\slash 77}

Torres gave me another healing treatment, holding my upper arm in his hands. At a certain point, he said he felt a particularly strong influx of energy, and I could feel that the surface of his palms had actually grown hotter, like raising the adjustment on a heating pad.

Subsequently while riding home in the subway I was able to hang onto the rail by voluntary control of the muscles of my lower arm, which would not have been possible several weeks ago, although I have had voluntary control of my hand and fingers since shortly after my injury.  Additionally, in this session, Torres was interested in my ability to move the dowsing pendulum by psychokinesis.

I did this while holding the pendulum in my hand and he insisted \dq{experimentally} that I support my arm (not the injured arm) on a surface, so that there would be no possibility of unconscious cheating by small muscular movements.

I did this and, much to my surprised superstition, was able to move the pendulum. Then Torres suggested that I suspend the pendulum off the edge of the desk without touching it and try to move it. I could not do this, although it got very still and trembled a little. Then he suggested that I touch the cord where it rested against the top of the desk (we had pinned down the cord with a coffee cup) and try to send my energy along the cord.

Immediately when I did this, the pendulum started swinging as it had when I held it suspended from my hand. I assume that either I have some sort of psychological hangup about having to touch the pendulum cord, or the pranic energies are being somehow physically keyed, as in Torres feeling (is this partially a sexual hangup?) that he has to touch my arm to heal me. He does not feel that he can heal a person without touching them first. Or is this just in my case? He did tell me that a cancer patient he had prayed for in some way had undergone remission of symptoms.

Somewhere in the process of moving this pendulum, the entire situation of \sc{ufo} photo, psychic healing, Torres' infatuation with me and now my onset of psychokinesis became so funny that I began to laugh hysterically (which sometimes happens when I get an insight while meditating: frequently the mechanism of these \dq{paranormal events} when contrasted with what is expected or thought to be normal is as funny as a movie like \filmtitle{Dr. Strangelove}, wherein everyone is responding to contradictory rational motivations which combine to produce a bizarre, sometimes explosive result).

This time while I was laughing I discovered that my own hilarious energy release was contributing to the ease with which I was able to make the pendulum move while it was hanging from the table.

I gave Torres back his \sc{ufo} photo, keeping a couple of color xerox copies stashed away in my book file. (I do plan, barring synchronous interruption, to complete a book on personal contactee experiences.) While checking his photo for damages, Torres told me that other exposures on this particular roll of film had .also shown numbers on the backing, indicating that the one showing on the Torres photo is probably due to a delay in developing the film. (Or unusual radiation during the time of the sighting?)

Due to my own laughter, I am also learning more about Torres' strange sense of humor. He told me he had written a short piece (I'm not sure if it's a story or a play) entitled \dq{The Sale of a Dead Man.} This is supposed to be some sort of takeoff on Miller's \playtitle{Death of a Salesman}.  Torres told me that he eventually changed the title \dq{Sale of a Dead Man} to \dq{Juanita,} so I assume that this is another of his unfortunate women, probably selling a dead man down the river. Additionally, he told me that when he was an altar boy the kids used to try and make him laugh while he was assisting at communion, and that in order to discourage this he would force the sharp edge of the patin against their throats as they were taking the host. In retrospect, he admitted, this is not as funny as it seemed at the time.

\date{5\slash 4\slash 77}

Today I got a letter from Edinburgh University indicating that they have no name on record which corresponds to the information which came through from the entity claiming to be the music teacher. I felt very depressed about this, especially as there had been an incident which was negative during a reading earlier in the day.

A man had asked me in a \dq{twenty-questions} and \dq{\sc{esp} quickie-quiz} spirit where he would be traveling outside the country. I read where he would be traveling in the future and he told me where he had been traveling in the past and told me that I was mistaken about where he had been when I had been telling him not where he was but where he perhaps might find himself.

This can be frustrating. I know that spirits sometimes give erroneous information, either as a joke or as a carrot before the horse to get people around into a position which might not have been anticipated. I received the information in the Torres seance not from my own psychic faculty, but from some other entity or source of information. So I am going to pursue the idea that some \dq{Kinkaid?} may have taught at some Edinburgh University or prep school in the British Isles. (I had originally gotten England, not Scotland, as the location of the school, but could find in the listings no Edinburgh College or School of note in England.)

Perhaps the librarian in Edinburgh might have access to information on small schools which is not available in catalogues in Boston. Torres gave my arm another healing treatment and I felt a slight pressure inside the muscle but no spectacular effects. I noticed that I myself could cause the warm, waking sensation to occur in the nerve by holding my own arm and concentrating. I wonder if I could heal myself, but this seems somehow onanistic. \dq{Physician,} however, said Jesus, \dq{Heal thyself.}

I can definitely move the pendulum on my own (or by mediumistically-generated energies?) and perhaps I could also circulate healing energies. At any rate, Torres wanted me to try moving the pendulum as we had during the last session and so I suspended it from my table (at home now, not at my office) and showed him that I could move it slightly without touching string or table at all, and swing it quite definitely while pressing the string with my finger.

He suggested that we try to see if spirits were present in connection with the moving of the pendulum. I did a meditation for safety and protection, and requested the aid of the spirits. The pendulum did move a bit in response to this, but became less the focus of attention than the fact that I spontaneously began to address this pendulum in broken Spanish. I do not usually speak Spanish, though I do know some of the language from college. Subsequently Torres and I saw several dark spots of some shadowy substance moving cloudlike across the floor. This had the shape of a large cloud, then a formation of several smaller clouds.  Definitely there is some very strange spirit (\sc{ufo} manipulation via the astral?) activity connected with this entire operation. It is certainly beyond my understanding at this point.

\date{5\slash 5\slash 71}

It has occurred to me that the name \dq{Fox} which occurred as an auxiliary name to the Edinburgh communication may be of importance.  I now feel psychically that the name Fox may have slipped through to me accidentally as part of the real spirit entity impersonating the fictional Kinkaid. I connect Fox with sadistic aspects of this earthbound entity which haunts Torres, and sometimes manifests through his personality.  In my concentration on the entity who is not from Edinburgh I saw two prominent images: one of a man having intercourse with several women in succession, throwing them over his shoulder as in an assembly line, and the other of someone smashing a woman''s face into a pie plate. I connect this definitely with the strange Torres' writings on women, one of which is quite proudly the result of automatic writing. Who was or is Fox?

In connection with this aspect, I do remember that the man who depressed me yesterday concerning predictions of his future also argued with me about the future using just about the same deterministic terms Torres was using when I first met him.

The words were so similar that I noticed it, since I was to meet Torres later that afternoon. So \dq{Fox} was trying to sabotage me before my meeting with Torres (perhaps) manifesting through the personality of another man who is slightly mediumistic. I will watch for this in the future.

I think I should list what I have now accumulated as the manifested personality characteristics of Fox: sadistic, bizarre sense of humor not confined to women but including altar boys, pigeons and Guiseppi Verdi. Not to mention Capablance. Intelligent enough to throw up this morass of contradictions in a quasi-coherent way, and to deceive Torres consistently. Somehow connected with \sc{ufo}s or (and this is an interesting possibility) trying to throw me off the track of my research and into some bizarre relationship with Torres.

In this case, I would now be meeting personally for the first time the \dq{anti-\sc{ufo} investigator} kind of entity often mentioned in accounts of \dq{men in black} or other threatening incidents to which contactees or investigators of sightings are subjected.

I was moved just now to do some automatic writing myself, and got the phrase: \dq{you are not going to send the \e{plow} to the farmer: he has one.} What might this mean? I concentrated to get a meaning, and came up with the idea, as I had speculated with Torres during one of our earlier sessions, that any \dq{musical} abilities coming through as part of piano sessions might very well belong to himself and Pinto as part of the automatic memory of their own nervous system. This entity might only be triggering their own abilities by an influx of energy, playing with them in this manner.

Torres has told me that subsequent to one of his \dq{inspired} piano sessions his hands bled from so much hard playing. I wonder what he actually sounded like.

\txtpt{fox}{\date{5\slash 6\slash 77}}

I felt like looking up \dq{Fox} in the card catalogue of the library and (incredibly!) found the name of James Fox, the pseudonym of a writer named James Knipscheer (a K-sounding name, indeed!) who has written a novel entitled \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog}. This is the only book by Knipscheer-Fox shelved in the Boston Library. This title has resonance of the idea of manipulation of human beings by \sc{ufo} entities. Also, as a typical American adventure novel, I suppose it does contain elements of violence. It was unavailable on the shelf, so I put in a request order.

Also, I found in the catalogue a Norman Fox who died in 1960. This Fox wrote \booktitle{The Devil's Saddle}, among other Westerns. But \booktitle{The Devil's Saddle} (which was in the library) has a Calamity Jane-type figure in it and a happy ending, so I do not really find any significance in this particular coincidence, though there are a few fistfights out in the corral and at other locations.

John Fox, who wrote a book entitled \booktitle{Christmas Night with Satan}, also seems like quite a long shot in terms of this particular dilemma. There is no other Fox listed with a K-sounding alternate name, so I am quite sure that Fox-Knipscheer is the author I should consult, though he is not yet dead.

According to the card catalogue, Fox-Knipscheer is alive and living in California. So, whatever spirit was playing tricks with me at least has access to the Boston Public Library.

Additionally, I am now reminded of the famous (now infamous) Fox family spirit rappings which started the seance craze earlier in this century. There are several books on this subject in the card catalogue under \dq{Fox,} but they were not in the library. I remember enough from previous readings about the Fox mediums to have now a question in my mind about the identity of the trickster entity, in terms of this now-deceased Fox family. There was some degree of violence and trickery in those manifestations.

However, the Knipscheer with pseudonym Fox, though living, seems to be the entity indicated at this time. It is really beyond coincidence to find a K-sounding name linked with \dq{Fox} and the very idea of \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog}. I hope I can logate the book.

\date{5\slash 1\slash 717}

Torres calls agitated. He tells me an Uncle of his has died in South America. He wants to know if this is possibly the reason for the recent ectoplasmic and shadowy clouds which were seen in connection with my suddenly speaking Spanish. I tell him no. The date of the ectoplasmic appearances does not correspond to the date of his Uncle's death. He comes over to my apartment. We concentrate and the penduluin moves.  Several ectoplasmic shapes are seen. He asks me about his dead uncle and ! bring through several evidential details psychically, but Uncle is not present in spirit.

Torres gives my arm another healing treatment. I do not feel a surge of energy into my arm as before, but both of us see an ectoplasmic shadow near the floor during the course of the healing. Probably, interest has passed from the healing to the ectoplasmic manifestations, and so they are manifesting.

Torres at the end of this extravaganza became excited and wanted to found a \dq{psychic center} with me, but I refused. Though throughout our first acquaintance he seemed to have an unusually strong attachment for his mother, and called after each appointment to report his whereabouts to her, he lives (I have since discovered) with father, mother, sister, and brothers somewhere in the vicinity. He does have some psychological problem with women, and a transferral of sexual interest into what he calls healing. However, his mediumistic capabilities are real. Or are these my mediumistic capabilities? I asked Torres what the music sounded like when he plays the piano under spiritual direction and he told me that it came in bits and pieces, as if he was being used as an instrument by various spirits who were taking turns playing representative selections.

I found his comprehension of this situation bizarre in the extreme. He seemed happy about it, but I would not personally find being gang-banged by spirits one happy event.

Also, there was another strange incident. One of the ectoplasmic forms drifted over a copy of \journaltitle{Esquire} magazine which was on my floor and Torres immediately picked up \journaltitle{Esquire} and put it to one side, saying: \dq{It doesn't like this.}

Later (and this actually, to my immediate hilarity, happened) another shadowy cloud materialized stubbornly over \journaltitle{Esquire}, where Torres had moved it. Why was this?

Evidently, some part of these manifestations have to do with sex.  They also have to do with an entity or entities who possess a rather weird sense of humor. Or is this really so weird? I can conceive of some well-intentioned ectoplasmic entity trying to signal to me the basis of Torres or Torres\slash Fox\slash \sc{ufo}naught's derangement. I really do not feel that in this session I was being played with or manipulated mentally. It was the intention of the entity to signal us in some way. A name which came across to me psychically as concerned with the identity of spirits present was Dom or Dominick. Torres says this is not the name of his uncle and I do not know any one or thing named Dom or Dominick. I used to go to a bar in New York we called the Dom. This was during a rather wild period of my life.

After writing this entry, I was sitting staring into space, thinking, when I saw a quick ectoplasmic manifestation flash by and disappear.  Evidently Ms. Eck is my friend. Or is she? I say Ms. Eck now since when I was over at a friend's house previous to Torres' last visit, a figurine fell off the shelf for no apparent physical reason, in context of feminist discussion. It had been shoved off by some spirit.

This figurine was of a man playing a guitar. I play the guitar professionally, and began to do this when I was in New York City. As I picked up the figurine and looked at it, I was filled with nostalgic thoughts about guitars. A different sort of music from Torres' classical music. Or was this Fox\slash \sc{ufo}naught leading me up the garden path again? I felt the need to trace the name Dominick in a very impersonal way. I looked up the name Dominick in a sourcebook on the occult and discovered that St.  Dominick was a famous persecutor of witches.

\date{5\slash 10\slash 77}

I have told Torres about my suspicions regarding the entity with which he is involved, as he tells me he is about to make a hare-brained investment in a \dq{psychic center} specializing in \dq{pyramid power,} an action which resembles his previous financial mishap regarding concerts by spiritual direction. He told me that his brother had told him that \sc{ufo}s had been sighted along the East Coast on the day of our first ectoplasmic manifestation. This probably did happen, but I did not see any word of the sighting in the Boston papers. Torres seemed very interested in the idea that the drifting shadows of ectoplasm had resembled mini-\sc{ufo}s. It is true that in context of the original \sc{ufo} photo an ectoplasmic cloud which then divides and becomes a flotilla of little clouds drifting in the same direction, as if riding on a current of some sort, associatively and otherwise, does resemble \sc{ufo} manifestations. This seems too neat.

I feel at this point that I am involved with a strong trickster entity of the sort which was associated with the Fox mediums earlier in this century and has manifested in connection with other famous mediums who used their abilities in strictly commercial pursuits, or as part of some bilko operation. If psychic abilities are used in this way they must inevitably attract earthbound entities who wish to manipulate on the material plane. This is either because they have some sort of unfinished business or for sadistic reasons. Or am I being too traditionally moral?

I warned Torres about the possibility of this sort of spirit and told him that his reaction to this news was his own business in the sense that I did not plan to take any action to rid him of -this entity, as I have done in several cases of people who have come to me bedeviled by spirits.  Unless he requests my further assistance, the entity is all his and he is the entity's.

Definitely, I will cease my \dq{healing} treatments, as I believe that the effects derived stem partially from my own energies triggered somehow by the trickster entity working through Torres. In this context, I do not know what to make of the original \sc{ufo} photograph.

\date{5\slash 12\slash 77}

\booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog} was located in the library. It turns out to be a pulp mystery about international intrigue, parts of which are set in Bogota, Colombia. Since the \sc{ufo} photo was taken in South America, this is extremely interesting. Also, of course, Torres comes from South America, as did his late uncle.

There are episodes of sadism in this book and several passages which describe Nazis who hide by fundamentally changing their physical appearance. This has resonance for me of Pinto's strange opera \playtitle{Gardenia} and relates for me also to an organization in Canada which is now publishing information on what is described as Nazi occultist\slash \sc{ufo} activity during World War II. I have just received their information.  Additionally, Fox-Knipscheer has studied at several European universities, according to the book jacket blurb. I wonder if he was ever in Scotland. Descriptions of the dilletante-like life in California mirror some of my own recent experiences there, which I described in my poem \poemtitle{Trip 1011\slash Departure 4031.} This was completed less than a month ago.

As a subplot in Operation Dancing Dog, there is a husband who encourages his wife to have extra-marital affairs due to the fact that he is impotent. There are a few funny scenes with regard to this. This impotent husband seems in this respect to share the self-effacing mentality of \playtitle{Gardenia}, and actually there is quite a gruesome scene in \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog} about a man with an eye injury who must wear patches over both eyes. Is a Dancing Dog much like a chess-playing pigeon?  Torres did write a short play about a chess-playing pigeon. Did Fox\slash Knipscheer ever expect such an exegesis? I really cannot come to any decision about the final meaning of all this, except that it seems to be quite definitely resonant with meaningful coincidences which go nowhere.

\date{5\slash 16\slash 71}

Torres calls me up complaining in a childish way that I once saw a flash of light from a car and called it a spirit. He told me that he had seen other psychic people in the interim and that my \dq{channels were not clear.}

\dq{You are not lying,} he told me. \dq{But your channels are not clear} I got angry and hung up the phone on him. Clearly, the implication was that in these transactions I was somehow defective in terms of his purposes, which had gotten (in matters of the pendulum and ectoplasm) quasi-experimental.

This judgment about my cloudy channels hit a trigger nerve. By this time, all matters of healing and \sc{ufo} photos have been forgotten by Torres and he is hell-bent on seance phenomena. Unless he calls me again, I am just going to leave this as an example of a cul-de-sac experience in which all roads are related but lead nowhere, except to the overwhelming conclusion that there is something going on which links \sc{ufo} activity to spiritualistic and seance manifestations.

There is something very peculiar going on as far as manipulation of humans. I was really put through my detective paces in tracing the seance communications. Even as I write this, I feel self-conscious about exposing just how thoroughly I was controlled or, at the very least, deluded.

Yet why am I allowed to penetrate the situation at this time? If these entities can cause me to locate a library book with a humorous relationship to my dilemma and Torres' psychological problems and also, as I believe, channel Torres' healing energies mediumistically, why am I being left clear to write this article?

So: what happened?

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\e{Pieces:}

\e{one:} Macer-Story, the author of \dq{Notes on Torres.} A psychic and surrealist poet, she is soon to be moving to New York City where she will be involved in the production of several plays. Recently, sensation has returned to an area in her arm which was previously numb. Additionally, she has learned to move the dowsing pendulum without touching it.

\e{Two:} Torres is a Latin American expatriate who has been in this country for fifteen years. He has a \sc{ufo} photo which was taken in South America in 1969. He believes he is a psychic healer, and was touching Macer-Story's upper arm at the time sensation returned to the nerve. He also directed and encouraged Macer-Story to attempt moving the pendulum by psychokinesis.

\e{three:} Fox-Knipscheer lives in California and has written a novel of international intrigue entitled \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog}. There are significant parallels between \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog} and details of Torres' and Macer-Story's writings and private lives. Fox-Knipscheer's novel was located as the result of a seance.

\e{four:} Bill Babaloo has just traveled to London. Ben Shenks has just traveled to Detroit. They report that they have been enjoying themselves immensely. Neither has any detailed knowledge of \dq{Notes on Torres.}

\e{five:} New York City. Plays and music. Strange people.

\e{six:} A spirit or \sc{ufo} entity (or entities) influencing Torres and Macer-Story.}

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\sc{Question:} Why Torres? \sc{Answer:} He is a medium who enjoys spirit contact. He was being used.

\sc{Question:} What happened? \sc{Answer:} \sc{ufo}s or spirits or \sc{ufo}s and spirits communicated to Macer-Story through Torres. They reinforced her insights as to the connection between \sc{ufo} sightings and psychic phenomena. Additionally, they taught her, through Torres, to move the pendulum by psychokinesis.

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The sensation has returned into an area of my arm which has been numb for six years. This certainly assists me in playing the guitar, though it is not spectacular since I had been performing in public previous to this.

More significantly, I have discovered that I have the ability to move
the dowsing pendulum by psychokinesis without touching it. I knew
before this contact that I could move the pendulum by \sc{pk} while holding the string in my hand, but had not been able to move it otherwise.

Materially, I now possess several color xerox copies of a \sc{ufo} which was sighted in 1969 in South America, and I have located a real living entity who answers to the composite name of K-sounding\slash Fox. This entity has written a novel with significant correspondences to my life situation and peculiarities of Torres and \sc{ufo} intrigue, though \sc{ufo}s are not mentioned specifically in the book.

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This complex of events has been a little unsettling. In my journal right after these happenings, I wrote down some speculation about Satanic entities, but I do not now believe I have suffered any ill effects from this experience. On the contrary, I seem to have benefited in ways which in another context might seem miraculous.

I really do not believe that my subconscious in conjunction with the Boston Public Library could have supplied me Fox\slash Knipscheer's name in the persona of a Scottish music teacher, unless I am more spaced out telepathically than I realize. My tastes do not ordinarily run to pulp mystery, but are more esoteric. I think I would like to meet this spirit\slash \sc{ufo}naught in another context. Perhaps we could do an act together. In a sense, we already have.


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So endeth \dq{Notes on Torres.}

Subsequent to sending this article off to the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained, I was beset by further psychokinetic phenomena.

I have retained my ability to move the pendulum at will without touching it, but also seem to be the focus for such diverse and unexplained events as the bathroom toilet paper rack flying off the wall with a loud crack while I was in the next room talking to a friend on the phone, inexplicable stoppages of machines in banks as they process my checks and deposits, failure of the ignition of buses toward which I am running, and (last but not least) the occasional ability in myself to heal minor ailments such as a sprained wrist and mild flu by the laying on of hands.

All of these incidents of mental effect on the physical are directly related to the ancient occult teaching that there is a circulation of \dq{pranic} or psychic energies through the physical body. These are mental energies which interpenetrate the physical, and they are able to activate events materially in a way which has previously been unexplained.

In an article written for \journaltitle{Pursuit} magazine previous to my encounter with Torres (Section 10) I place the pranic link with the electromagnetic spectrum as occurring within the area of time-frequency. In \sc{ufo} contact, it is the pranic energy circulation which is affected and sensitivity to \sc{esp} and spirit communication may be permanently enhanced.

Because in the modern Western world we have little or no education in pranic contact: what is likely to happen during pranic communication, and what it actually feels like physically, the percipient either of a strange craft using pranic energy for manifestation or of a strong \sc{esp} and\slash or mystical experience is apt to feel shame and embarrassment.

This is because (as in rain therapy; which I will hear more about on July 7) \sc{esp} or pranic thinking is physical in effect. This physicality of pranic thinking is the basis of theories such as \txtpt{orgonereich}{the orgone theory advanced by Wilhelm Reich} and the sex magic rituals and sensually-oriented ceremonial practices of witchcraft and primitive spiritist religions.

Traditions of shamanism and jazz music also involve a physicality imbued with pranic content.

Obviously, physical attraction and energy transfer played a part in my contact with Torres (Section 30). Was this sexual attraction? Here we get to a central embarrassment.

This concerns the fact that like the head, the feet, the ears and the eyeballs, the gonads are part of the physical fleshly mechanism. They are highly sensitive and arc apt to be slightly activated by an influx of pranic energy into the body.

Since in the modern Western culture we are sex-titillated in general, the slightest twinge in that area often becomes cause for a sex magick orgy and\slash or subsequent embarrassment.

I have found that in the presence of genuine psychics, male or female, I do almost always feel twinges of what we here in the Western hemisphere term the \dq{turn on.} I sense their psychic energy. Perhaps this is because I am sex-crazed, or perhaps---as the yogis and sufis have been teaching all along---there are other dimensions to sensuality; areas of thought which do involve the channeling of pranic energies through the nervous system and thus feelings of bliss, light vibration such as Mary Beth described (Section 29), and instances of physical energy transfer such as occurred in my encounter with Torres, to cause psychical healing and psychokinesis.

In traditional Eastern teaching, the awakening of such pranic sensitivities and the awareness of \sc{esp} and psychokinesis is not always a happy event. Like birth, it can be confusing and painful both physically and mentally. The congratulations which are offered upon this occasion are always ambivalent. 

It is easy to see how a sudden inrush of the pranic energies without any preparation (either through active meditational practices or simply by having read information about pranic awakening) would frighten and embarrass the unwary \sc{ufo} contactee or the unprepared mystic on Easter Sunday.

In South American and Mexican folk traditions, the ability to physically channel pranic energies is sometimes called \dq{the powerful hand.}

As in sufic and yogic thought, the physical event or aetuality is primary and overpowers any attached intellectualization. Thought is transmitted by the touch of the physical hand, which is able to channel the \dq{psychic} or pranic energies.

This touch can also be administered at a distance as (by analogy) the rhythms of music can awaken a physical response in another body by \dq{touching} the ear.

The sound itself does not touch the ear, but it is a vibratory ratio and series of relationships which touch the ear, by the mediumship of the air activating a similar vibratory response in a distant mechanism.

I have found that in making the pendulum move without physically touching it, this analogy of \dq{touching the air} is helpful. I flex my muscles against the air with a swaying motion, and the pendulum moves at a distance. Physically-pranically I am sending the thought \dq{sway-flex} into the pendulum string, but this is not an intellectual idea.

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\date{1\slash 1\slash 77}

Still waiting to hear from Karnstedt about his energen. Still waiting to talk about rain therapy, which I will be doing this evening.

Meanwhile, speaking of mental alterations, my correspondents the Canadian Nazi publishers recently received some notoriety in the \sc{ufo} press.

It seems that someone identified as connected with this organization has been interrupting other \sc{ufo} gatherings with something-or-other delivered as a loud harangue.

I quote from a letter of protest: \dq{The book \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} has no basis in fact, and seeks to perpetuate the myth that Adolf Hitler is still alive and is unleashing \sc{ufo}s to force the world to buckle under to the Nazi criminals\ld\ They, and their numbers are few, have been ordered off the premises of a series of public auditoriums where they have been harrassing \sc{ufo} investigators who give lectures there.}

Perhaps this is uncontrolled pranic channeling.

So while I am still waiting for word on the more benign aspects of interdimensional energy channeling, I am going to drop these Canadian Nazis another line and ask what they were saying when they interrupted these other \sc{ufo} investigators.

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\date{7\slash 8\slash 717}

My interview with Mark Simons, the rain therapy man, was overwhelming. As with \dq{Notes on Torres,} I do not feel that I now have the ability to analyze this experience for any \dq{significance} or logical rationale.

I will simply narrate what happened, with the topical aside that today as I write this it is raining.

Mark Simons works professionally as a psychiatric nurse. He showed me his identification card with his color picture on it. This card is an ordinary, up-to-date work \sc{id} card. I suppose he has found it necessary to show this card to people before embarking on any discussion of \sc{ufo}s and rain therapy.

After I had looked at his card and indicated that I thought it was valid and would trust him, Mark gave me his personal calling card, on which he is identified as \dq{occult historian.}

This gave me a bit of a jolt as in the novel which I wrote so quickly after my \sc{ufo} experiences in Salem \pgr{salemnovel} there is a pivotal character named Benjamin X. Emery who remembers being a cosmic historian on another planet during another lifetime and (as is Mark Simons) now is significantly concerned with Earth as one of the only water-bearing planets, designated in my novel intergalactically as Oceana.

Not only that, Rosie! \ld\ but Mark Simons resembles my character Benjamin X. Emery both in personality and inclination.

If you want to find out about Benjamin X. Emery you can read my novel \booktitle{Project Midas}, to be published in 1979 by Anthelion Press.

Non-fictionally, Mark Simons told me that he got interested in \sc{ufo} research when he was younger due to an incident which had occurred ata family wedding, when his sister's hushand, who at that time was involved with military research of some sort, reacted violently to Mark's question on \sc{ufo}s, telling him: \dq{Shut up on this subject, or I'll embarrass your sister.} Subsequent to this incident, Mark told me, he began to collect all the data and anecdotes on \sc{ufo}s which he could gather. It was not until 1974, however, that Mark actually encountered any \sc{ufo} phenomena. He was driving toward Randolph, Massachusetts on a Saturday night, going down Route 29 west toward Route 24,

As Mark approached Route 24, he saw two bright white lights coming toward him. These were double lights about twelve feet apart, as on the wings of a plane.

Remember Donna, Donna's brother Michael, the paramedic and the planes? (Section 19.)

These lights then veered to the side of the road and became stationary, appearing---Mark says---like the headlights of a car parked on a ridge.  Which means that the lights jumped suddenly from a position twelve feet apart and straight ahead of Mark to a position ninety degrees divergent from this and four feet apart.

Subsequent to witnessing this interesting \ae ronautical event, Mark slowed down his car and parked it at the side of the road near the junction of Route 179 and Route 24. He got out of the car to look back at the lights and found that some object of undetermined shape (it is difficult to see the shape of an object when it is right over your head) was hovering over his head.

Mark did not want to create any disturbance or make any dramatic report of this incident due to the nature of his job. Certainly, a psychiatric nurse who sees a low-flying plane jump ninety degrees in mid-air and become a car parked on a ridge where there is no ridge might be subject to serious job re-evaluation. He says that he went back to the junction in broad daylight and not only was there no trace of the object, there was no trace of any ridge on which a car or other source of light could have been parked.

Mark broke off here in his narration to tell me his theories about the rain resembling forcefields, that entering an energy vortex feels like entering a \dq{wet field} as a sheet of rain hits your face or the wind makes a rain-vortex about your body.

Then he went on to describe his mini-\sc{ufo} sighting, an event which Mark describes as \dq{changing his personality.}

He had just taken a shower and was lying in bed at home reading the book bt{Impossible Possibilities} by Jacques Berger and Louis Pawels, when he looked up and off to the side down the hallway adjoining his room and saw---(at this point, Mark pulled a penlight flashlight from his pocket, depressed the end button, and slowly moved the light toward me)---a tiny light the size of an ordinary penlight moving toward him.  This light accelerated quickly, hit him in the chest, dropped down into his lap and then vanished.

Mark searched his room, he says, but could find no trace of this light, or any other unidentified object on the floor or in his bed.

Later on that night, he became aware that he was not the same person as he had been formerly, but---as he describes it---had experienced a \dq{change of personality}, during which he acquired an identity which is functional in terms of cosmic plan.

Mark Simons told me that he believes he had called me on July 4 and then come to my office on July 7 for a specific purpose. He told me that he was born on Easter Sunday in 1928. In 1928, Easter Sunday fell on April 8. Written in numbers, this date is 4\slash 8\slash 28. Written in numbers, the date of our conversation was 7\slash 7\slash 77.

\dq{Four sevens,} Mark Simons informed me, \dq{make twenty-eight.} This is correct, but four eights made thirty-two, so that the date of Mark's birth is significantly rendered even, whereas the date of our conversation, being a combination of 49 and 77, is significantly odd.

In the course of our conversation, Mark told me about someone named Maurice K. Jessup. He felt that Jessup had been murdered, and that \label[jessupsuicide]{the circumstances of his murder had been made to look like a suicide.}

\txtpt{happyeaster}{According to Simons, Jessup had written three letters entitled the \dq{Allende Letters} which had to do with \sc{ufo} contact. Jessup sent these letters to an Admiral at the Naval offices in Washington (I am relating this story now as it was told to me, without making any attempt at verification, which is impossible) with the inscription \dq{Happy Easter!} written on the envelope.}

Whether or not Jessup actually did this, I find Mark's description of the \e{Happy Easter} memo to be significantly like the \e{Congratulations} motif, which has been the working theme of this project since I first received the high sign from California.

Subsequent to Jessup's letter of congratulations to the U.S. Navy, terms from Jessup's works began---Mark Simons asserts---to appear in official memos issued by the government.

These terms, according to Simons (remember: I have absolutely no way to check this at this date) include such concepts as \dq{hyperspace} and \dq{energy vortex.}

I don't know. I am simply relating this story as it was related to me. If it is true, of course, it is outrageous.

Simons once again broke off his narration on \sc{ufo} phenomena to tell me that gypsies have for years known about these forcefields and vortex manifestations, but that they would never reveal their mastery of psychic effects to a gorgio. I am a bit of a gypsy myself, and was about to tell him that gypsies could indeed be very persuasive mentally when Simons reached into the pile of books he had brought to my office and---in true gypsy fashion---brought forth \txtpt{simonsdox}{the xerox of a document entitled: \booktitle{Introductory Space Science, volume II, Department of Physics, United States Air Force Academy}, which someone had lightfingered off the premises of the Air Force Academy in Colorado several years ago.}

Fetchingly, Simons has interleaved his copy of this document with decals and newspaper clippings which advertise unusual ariel phenomena from the non-military and secular point of view.

At this point, my writing of this narration was broken off by Rita Warnock, who was burning incense in a fire just outside my office.

She called me to come outside and tell her what shapes I saw in the flames. I told her that I saw obstacles in her business affairs, and she told me that this was true.

Now, back once again seated in my office, I am going to copy section 33.2, paragraph 6 of what is labeled \e{Introductory Space Science, volume II}: \dq{6. Poorly understood psychological phenomena. Psychologists are the first to admit that there are many facets of psychic phenomena which have not been adequately explored. Few data are available to determine how these phenomena may relate to the \sc{ufo} problem, but one must at least allow for the possibility that there may be some effects.}

\dq{Effects!?} Effects of what? What sort of effects?

Mark Simons links \sc{ufo} presence to the waters of earth. He told me that he is building up a \dq{thought grid} to this effect by convincing people in various locations that the rain is important. Walking in the driving rain in a long army-surplus rubber slicker, he told me, increases psychic perception.

However, Mark added that this is a matter of belief. If you do not believe that rain increases your psychic perception, then it will not increase your psychic perception.

Then, Mark introduced the possibility that he might be contradicting himself by telling me that ionization of the atmosphere occurs during rain, causing lightning and thunder.

An individual very sensitive to levels of ionization, as Mark became subsequent to his \sc{ufo} sighting in 1974, might very easily find psychic perception enhanced during any change of electrical balance in the atmosphere.

I have not noticed that I turn on in a rainstorm. Although, as I mentioned, it is raining today as I write this section.

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\date{7\slash 9\slash 77}

Feeling impatient and also exhilarated by the possible importance of an Air Force document on \sc{ufo}s, I called Karnstedt in California to ask if he knew anyone who had been studying the official intrigue attached to \sc{ufo} research.

He seemed amused and told me that he had just finished talking to a group of people who were planning a \dq{\sc{ufo} fair} in Oakland, California.

I asked him if he needed any strolling players, and there was a short, incredulous pause, I had \sc{ufo}ed him again. Karnstedt then told me that they were planning to pull out all the stops at the \sc{ufo} fair, and that he himself might perhaps be seen wearing an aviator's helmet and goggles.

Additionally, he told me that he knew nothing at the moment about government \sc{ufo} intrigue, but that he had recently spent one entire coffee break with Simon Herrick, discussing the book which Herrick is now writing on synchronicity.

Karnstedt found it an interesting synchronous event that I should be writing a book which so evidently includes the \dq{coincidental} aspects of meaningful \sc{ufo} contactee activity at.the same time as Simon Herrick, whom I do not know personally, is actively engaged in writing a book on the same topic.

Karnstedt offered to put me into a more materially direct contact with Herrick, but I do not know that this is really necessary. We seem somehow to be tuned into the same channel.

Karnstedt told me that many people on the coast now feel that they are being used as mediumistic channels of some sort by \sc{ufo}s or Some other form of highly-developed intelligence.

I told him that I agreed with this, but did not remind him that when I was in California I had met him \dq{coincidentally} in context with Warren Sequoia's wife's prophecy on Simon Herrick. I felt that this was part of a developing event which should be allowed to develop without direct explanation.

Five minutes after I disconnected from Karnstedt, my phone rang and it was a man asking for a \dq{rebirth} experience.

He told me that \dq{rebirth} was all the rage now in California, and that he had to go down to Provincetown, Massachusetts now for the weekend, but would call me later on next week, so that we could discuss rebirth in more detail.

Oh yeah! What an interesting coincidence that was \ld\ I felt like calling Karnstedt back to register this event, but still am letting this California connection develop without direct explanation.

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\date{7\slash 11\slash 77}

Feeling encouraged by my recent use of the telephone, I think today I will call Mark Simons and ask for more details on the murder of Maurice K. Jessup.

And now, once again: Congratulations to myself!

Just before I called Simons I checked my mailbox, which contained a letter from Ben Shenks telling me that he had read his copy of \dq{Notes on Torres} and telling me that I was incorrect, that he had no romantic interest in me.

In terms of telepathic correspondences, he did not mention any romantic interest I might have had in himself truly, Ben Shenks, but went on in this letter to tell me that the actor James Fox who played opposite Mick Jagger in the pseudo-Satanic movie \filmtitle{Performance} has become a \dq{loud Christian} and suggested that I consider this Fox in the list of Satanic possibilities \pgr{fox} mentioned in \dq{Notes on Torres} (Section 30). \txtpt{shenksshrug}{Shenks says he finds this article on Torres \dq{quite definitely resonant with meaningful coincidences which go nowhere.}} Perhaps, as I discussed with Karnstedt, they are leading toward some sort of synchronistic performance of events.

So: done! It has been done, Shenks! I have included the actor James Fox in my list of possible Satanic identities.

Further on in his letter, Shenks quotes from the poet William Butler Yeats: \dq{I have heard my wife in the broken speech of some quite ordinary dream use tricks of speech characteristic of the philosophic voices \ld\ spirits do not tell a man what is true but create such conditions, such as a crisis of fate, that the man is compelled to listen to his Daimon. The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all.}

Shenks adds: \dq{Well, I think an interesting, perhaps exciting book might be put together from your short pieces, such as \sq{Notes,} arranged, if you will, to form an evolutionary history of your own experiences with the various worlds.}

This is exactly what I am attempting to do in \booktitle{Congratulations! The \sc{ufo} Reality}, although I have found in the course of this research that my evolutionary history does in fact intersect with quite a few other evolutionary histories, including Shenks'.

He continues, without any knowledge of my conversation with the \dq{\sc{ufo} fair} contingent, to suggest: \dq{It would take, then, a simple introductory piece to string them plausibly together in a kind of exhibition.} Agreed! Before I got your letter, I agreed with you!

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I asked Mark Simons (having finally put down my California correspondence and walked over to the local phone) if he had gotten my letter asking him to duplicate the purported Air Force manual on \sc{ufo}s.

He told me that he had gotten my letter and that he would send me this manual to xerox on the condition that I send him a notorized letter guaranteeing that his name be used in this book. Mark Simons is named Andrew Galligan.

Andrew told me that Maurice K. Jessup was found dead in a station wagon parked somewhere in Georgia. Hesays that he has seen the xerox of a coroner's certificate which states that death was due to monoxide poisoning. The verdict at the time of Jessup's death was suicide, but his friends felt differently. Galligan told me that Jessup was not the sort of man who would commit suicide. His book \booktitle{The Case For \sc{ufo}s}, which was issued in 1955 on Citadel Press (according to Galligan) was one of the first in the field and was primary in generating interest in such topics as the Bermuda Triangle mystery. 

In connection with this, Andrew Galligan also mentioned that the disappearance of Flight 19 (whatever that was) into the Bermuda Triangle in 1945 was one of the most interesting sections of Jessup's book, and this disappearance has never been solved.

Galligan added, in connection with rain therapy, that he has been to psychiatrists and psychologists in an effort to understand the mental changes which occur in him during a rainstorm. These experts have all told him that they feel that his desire to walk in the rain in a heavy rubber army-surplus slicker has to do with some sort of bizarre sexual disturbance. 

\dq{Why then,} asks Andrew Galligan, \dq{did I develop this enjoyment of the rain at nine years of age? I have always liked to walk in the rain in a slicker. It was only recently that I became aware of the differing energy levels during rain.} 

\dq{Oh,} I answered, \dq{are you aware of the ionization effect during rain? In my notes I have already postulated that you are probably hypersensitive to the electrical changes in the atmosphere which always occur in conjunction with precipitation.}

Galligan referred me to Wilhelm Reich and his idea of the \dq{energy accumulator.} Briefly, Reich had the idea that orgone energy (Section 30, p. \bpgr{orgonereich}) has to be personally accumulated within a chamber of some sort (the phone booth, the slicker, the pyramid, the station wagon) in order to draw corresponding orgone energy from the atmosphere, or to set up a connection between the individual and trans-dimensional sources of orgone energy.

This seems to me to be a lot like the ancient idea that the best channel for mediumistic communication is a person whose inner concerns are known clearly. This is the basis of L. Ron Hubbard's Scientology program, though he applies the clearing of inner processes to a procedure called auditing.

I have a letter from a local Scientologist recommending to me their para-Scientology division. She tells me that during the process of auditing \dq{a lot of (psychic phenomena) can be verified and experienced.}

The process of sorting, remembering and consciously dealing with personal concerns builds the ability to sort, remember and deal with ideas which are coming in from the general atmosphere by \sc{esp}, and implements the ability to distinguish between personal fantasies and genuine psychical communications.

This is true metaphysically.

\txtpt{nervouschemistry}{Galligan's perceptions also have a physiological basis. In the human body, ionic balance is maintained in the neural system by an interchange of charge between sodium and potassium ion. These sodium (Na) and potassium (K) fluids do not actually mix in the cell, but are separated by a semipermeable membrane.}

The coding and efficiency of the nervous system has intimately to do with this ionic balance.

In an elementary chemistry textbook which I have just picked up from the floor, it is stated: \dq{When an ionic solid is placed in water, an equilibrium is established between the ions in the saturated solution and the excess solid phase.}

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Which means that when a material showing ionic action is placed in water, the ionic density of the water has an effect on the ionic balance of the material that has been placed in the water. Considering the nervous system of Galligan, (as it is contained within his skin) to be an ionic solid composed of sodium and potassium ions, it can be easily seen that when Galligan walks out into the watery solution of a rainy day, the ionic density of the atmosphere is going to affect his sodium\slash potassium registry system, thus causing a change in perceptions registered within the nervous system. $(N_2, O_2, Ar, CO_2, H_2, Ne, He, Kr, Ze) + (H_2O) = (air) + (H_{+} + OH_{-})$

Because Galligan's nervous system is hypersensitized anyway, he feels this adjustment strongly.

In addition to this, Galligan has told me that he is Irish and has traced his geneology back to a family crest which bears the winged horse, Pegasus. Above this crest, says Galligan, there is the motto: \dq{I long to see the things which are above.}

I am reminded in this connection of a poem by Paddy Kavanagh entitled \poemtitle{Pegasus}. I was fortunate enough to have had the poet himself recite \poemtitle{Pegasus} to me in its entirety at a cocktail party, so I have retained strong feelings of irony concerning the Irish winged horse.

Kavanagh's poem begins: \dq{My soul was a horse for sale in many fairs\ld} and goes on to describe how he tried to sell his soul in all the fancy markets of the world, but no one would have it until he let it go free, when it sprouted wings and became his imagination.

But let us now return ourselves to before his soul became his imagination: \dq{Where the tinkers quarrel,} complains Kavanagh, \dq{I went down with my horse, my soul. I cried: \sq{Who will bid me half a crown?} From their rowdy bargaining, not one turned.}

The tinkers seem to know an old horse when they see one.

Perhaps this is why Galligan fecls that the gypsies must know so much about \sc{ufo}s.

\nonum\sec THIRTY-SIX

Now that we are floundering in possible rational and physiological explanations for all of these \sc{ufo} sightings, I would like to advance the theory that the mental processes which I have been documenting are utterly irrational.

They are irrational in the profoundest sense that anything can be irrational: the \sc{ufo} reality does not fit our standard notions of what a \sc{ufo} should be.

It is not like \filmtitle{Star Wars}. It is not like sexual repression. It is not like orgone containment. It is not like psychic healing. It is not like any ordinary dream or nightmare. It is very serious. It is like being contacted from another dimension. It is like having your perceptions fundamentally altered by surprise, and in this respect it is most like \e{rocket movie}, the idea advanced by my six-year-old son.

\nonum\sec THIRTY-SEVEN

Lie back, folks: this room is the rocket. You are going to need no other entertainment. Turn off your TV sets.

You might as well turn off your TV sets. If you do leave them on, you are going to experience electrical disturbance.

Why visit the Bermuda Triangle? You can disappear right here at home. You don't want to disappear? Why, then: what is the most painful thing that ever happened to you?

Because sudden expansion of consciousness by influx of pranic energy into the nervous system will activate that strongly-implanted memory. You may become hypersensitive to pain as well as to pleasure and philosophical profundity.

In the throes of this painful hypersensitivity, you may go out into your car and turn on the carbon monoxide \pgr{jessupsuicide} or try to strangle your professor during a discussion of Macbeth \pgr{bethiwitchfreakout}. You might also write an incomprehensible paper on your strange experience with psychic healing (Section 30!) or (worse!) call all of the newspapers and report that your orgone collection cabinet cures cancer \pgr{orgonereich}, which is what Reich went to jail for claiming.

But \ld\ oh no! \ld\ not me, Rosie!

As a result of the strong pranic influx which I experienced during the course of my association with Torres, and the spirit entities associated with Torres, memories of painful experience were activated through the novel \booktitle{Operation Dancing Dog}.

Fox-Knipscheer's novel, whether I located this volume by use of subconscious \sc{esp} or as a result of spirit manipulation of my faculties, is directly relevant to several of my own ;very painful and conflictive memories.

At the time I wrote the article \essaytitle{Notes on Torres,} I did not feel ready to expose this fact. In the course of redrafting this book, I have changed my mind.

I will not go into gruesome detail, but I will list the correspondence:
\begitems\style a
* My marriage was violent, and in the course of this mutual battle I sustained cuts and bruises, had my clothes ripped off several times and was a part of accusations and counter-accusations of adultery and psychic fraud: this parallels several of the violent sex scenes in the book \ld\ How exactly, you will never know, Rosie! 
* Since discovering a book on Gestapo practices in the library of a close associate in 1970, I have had fears about Nazi association with government employees. The combination of juggling the crazy Nazi publishers in Canada and tales of a Nazi spy ring in Fox-Knipscheer's book with my latent concern with private Gestapo sadism led me not to mention this possibility in my original article. 
* The California scene of call girls, strange eccentric rich ladies and cocktail parties is exactly the same as the California scene in which (as I once privately felt) several mutual friends of myself and Ben Shenks are now going to hell in a handcart. Shenks may deny this, \pgr{shenksshrug} but James Fox would not deny it. If it is actually true, as Shenks reports, that James Fox has become a \dq{loud Christian.}
\enditems

What is it like to disappear? I do have some idea what it might be like not to exist: physically be non-existent, and yet retain the ability to register memory and sensation. Once I worked psychically with a woman who was afflicted by a \dq{wailing} spirit. In the course of trying to identify this spirit and ascertain motives for this bedevilment, which included thoughts of violent sex and depressive presence, a sense of \dq{wailing,} a name, and then several identifying characteristics came across to me psychically.

This woman could not place the spirit according to these characteristics, but her mother told me that I had correctly described a childhood friend who had died suddenly in an automobile accident.

I concentrated psychically and reached out to contact this wailing spirit, asking why it had focused on this particular girl. There was an inrush of hurt and resentment and I became aware of a public park and a small dog. People were walking around and talking to each other in this park, and the dog was barking.

\dq{Nobody sees me!} wailed this spirit, who had died in his early teens, \dq{Nobody sees me and my dog can't see me. They took my dog.}

I asked the mother of this girl whether her childhood friend had owned a dog, and she told me that he did have a dog and that he had been a peculiar person in their small community because he was effeminate.

She thought this wailing spirit might possibly have been bisexual.

This condition might explain both the odd sexual thoughts bedeviling the girl, and the sense of ostracism and estrangement which had continued after death.

\dq{How do I die?} this spirit asked me, \dq{No one can see me. How do I die?}

I advised this particular wailing spirit that it become less concerned with earthly peer group acceptance and, in conjunction with this direct advice, it has no longer been wailing.

\nonum\sec THIRTY-EIGHT

So: what does this touching little episode of a bisexual spirit have to do with \sc{ufo}s?

Simply, it is a case of a person's consciousness being altered by the presence of an entity from the astral dimension.

In this case, thoughts of this entity were causing unusual sexual ideas, and the sense that there was a depressive \dq{wailing} in this woman's vicinity. This is not so different from cases of \sc{ufo} contact, when contactees state \pgr{chestwake} \dq{I woke with a touch on my chest and went to the window,} or \pgr{lightstation} \dq{I saw the light at home before being called by the station.}

Although I have now written to Andrew Galligan for his copy of the Air Force manual on \sc{ufo}s and also to the mixed-up Nazi contingent in Canada for additional information on whirling fan-shaped discs, I really do not feel that this information---although perhaps reassuring as documentation in my files---is going to be of much help in understanding the \sc{ufo} reality.

\nonum\sec THIRTY-NINE

Suppose you were shown something you had never seen before, something really new. How would you feel? Afraid? Exhilarated? Intimidated? Helpless like a baby?

Probably, you would feel vulnerable, irritated, excited and full of wonder-dread or dreadful wonder.

I think it is significant that just after I had talked to Karnstedt about the \sc{ufo} fair in California, someone else called me to talk about 'rebirth'' in California. 

Incidentally, whoever was on the phone that day has never called back to make a definite appointment. Either he got waylaid in Provincetown, or he was inspired somehow at just the appropriate moment to call me with an \dq{important} concern, which later dissipated in importance.

Congratulations: rebirth!

But is the \sc{ufo} experience then a mystical experience, some contact with transcendental reality? Does this \sc{ufo} rebirth alter consciousness in the same way as St. Paul's famous light on the road to Damascus?

You must know that old story: Saul of Tarsus while riding to Damascus saw a light in the road which blinded him and knocked him off his horse. While lying in the road, he heard a voice which said: \dq{Saul, Saul: why dost thou persecute me?}

Since Saul had been regularly persecuting the Christians, he took this voice to be Jesus Christ, and after a series of adventures during which his sudden blindness was healed he found that his life was completely reversed, and that he had been reborn. Spiritually reborn. At this time, he took the name \dq{Paul.}

It is usual to suppose that the light on the road to Damascus was not a real light, that this symbolizes Saul's conversion. As we might say, \dq{the light dawned,} and he changed his views. The \sc{ufo} contactees with whom I have spoken have had no such dramatic conversion experience.  They seem to have seen a real and non-religious light. However, this real light has in some cases caused a \dq{rebirth} experience which is not mystical or symbolic. This \dq{rebirth} is not within the province of the military. It is an introduction to astral dimensions, a birth into expanded perception.

\txtpt{learntobreathe}{Just as a newborn baby must instantly learn to breathe, a \sc{ufo} contactee must instantly learn to perceive by \sc{esp}. This is because the \sc{ufo} lights are making constructive use of the bio-plasmic energies which we recognize in effect as \sc{esp} and psychokinesis.} In order to \dq{see} or in some other way perceive a \sc{ufo} light or \dq{craft,} the contactee must participate in what our science fiction writers have called a \dq{warping} of the ordinary time\slash space continuum.

This warping may leave certain individuals permanently capable of unusual feats of \sc{esp} or psychokinesis. In others, it causes temporary clairvoyance and\slash or strange dreams.

In less secure individuals, a \sc{ufo} sighting may cause severe psychological distress. For example: give a child of six or seven years an unusual toy---say, a flying sphere. Work it first, to show the child that it does fly, but then hand it over to the kid without any further instructions.

Some children will ask for further information. Others will tinker with the toy, and then perhaps throw it across the room. This violence may stem from a sense of inferiority and frustration. The situation seems unjust. More is being asked of the child than he or she can possibly accomplish.

So: quite a few contactees can be found punting the sphere instead of going back to the source of the enigma.

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What is the source of the \sc{ufo} enigma?

As has been documented in photographs published in newspapers from all around the world (republished for your reference in journals such as \journaltitle{Flying Saucer Review}) the source of the \sc{ufo} enigma seems to be an unidentified flying sphere. In connection with these spheroid manifestations, people are also experiencing strange dreams. \dq{seeing} unusual shapes or creatures, and incurring a marked psychological after-effect which in its most negative manifestations can lead to obsession with \sc{ufo} lights, and delusions of personal \dq{difference} and importance.

\nonum\sec FORTY-ONE
\date{7\slash 16\slash 77}

\txtpt{bunkxerox}{I really do not know what is the most constructive thing to do with the copy of chapters from \booktitle{Introductory Space Science, volume II. Department of Physics, Air Force Academy} which I have now received by mail from Andrew Galligan.}

There is no earth-shattering news in this package. which contains pages 455--468 of the 1968 volume and a typewritten transcription of the same chapter from the 1970 volume.

Chapter 33, 1968, is entitled \essaytitle{Unidentified Flying Objects}, and chapter 33, 1970, is entitled \essaytitle{Unidentified Aerial Phenomena}. It these are indeed Air Force documents, and I have no reason to believe that Galligan could or would falsify this writing. then there seems to have been a real advance in thinking on the part of the Air Force during the years 1968--1970.

On pages 6 of the typewritten copy of chapter 33, 1970, it is stated:
\dq{The \sc{ufo} problem must now compete on its scientific merit with all the other pressing scientific problems facing mankind.}

Strangely, I find myself in complete agreement with these purported words from the Air Force, and with their change in terminology. We have not been witnessing flying objects. We have been witnessing aerial phenomena. Furthermore, folks: this is quite definitely a scientific problem. It is one of the most pressing scientific problems facing mankind. \txtpt{implicitassumptions}{On page 466 of chapter 33, 1968, it is stated that: \dq{One thing that must be guarded against in such study is the trap of implicitly assuming that our knowledge of physics (or any other branch of science) is complete. An example of one such trap is selecting a group of physical laws which we now accept as valid, and assuming they will never be superseded.}}

I'had never expected to find myself in agreement with the Air Force on this topic, but here I am: I am in absolute agreement with this statement on the \dq{trap of implicit assumptions!} I find, as Pontius Pilate once stated in another context, no fault with the Air Force, as the Air Force is represented in this document.

I completely wash my hands, however, of any controversy as to what exactly was meant or intended by these purported chapters. I have them here in front of me, and I am going to discuss them as literature, as I discussed Giftie's eight-page form letter on his \sc{ufo} sighting. \pgr{giftiesection}

At the end of chapter 33, 1970, there is a defense of the \essaytitle{Condon report} and \booktitle{Project Blue Book}. These government-sponsored \sc{ufo} investigations have been publicly criticized by several well-qualified experts in the \sc{ufo} field, most notably J. Allen Hyneck of Northwestern University, who was a member of the original Project Blue Book before it disbanded.

In his book, \booktitle{The \sc{ufo} Experience, A Scientific Inquiry}, Hyneck criticizes the Condon Committee for several reasons. Most notably: disorganization and factionalism among the participants, and failure to act significantly on data relating to the few residual sightings for which there is absolutely no conventional explanation.

It is probably true that there was factionalism on this controversial committee. This may have been for any number of specific situational reasons.

Subsequently, in an interview for \journaltitle{Fate} magazine in June of 1976, Hyneck has openly stated that \dq{\ld the subject is much more complex than any of us imagined to begin with. It has paranormal aspects, but certainly it has very real physical aspects, too.}

Let me suggest two very interesting possibilities: first, that these people involved with actively investigating the \sc{ufo} phenomenon may have been receiving telepathic information which they were ill-equipped to understand, and secondly that these investigators were looking for the wrong thing in examining the data, and thus suffered diffuse and disturbing stress due to the inner knowledge that the \sc{ufo} photos and data which they were examining did not relate to \dq{craft} or \dq{flying objects} at all, but to a sort of alien manifestation beyond their immediate conscious comprehension.

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\date 7\slash 18\slash 77 

Lest I fall into this same \dq{trap of implicit assumptions,} I would like at this time (moving, as stated in the introductory chapter, page \bpgr{abstractconcrete}, % paragraph 4, % TODO keep?
from the abstract into the concrete) to suggest several explanations for problems in apprehension of \sc{ufo}s.
 

One of these problems is psychological. The other is practical. First of all, and concerning psychological problems, people in general have been conditioned to believe two things which are not true. One, that \sc{ufo}s are some sort of solid spacecraft with unknown but technologically-comprehensible powers of propulsion, and two, that it is going to be possible to \dq{validate} or \dq{invalidate} a \sc{ufo} sighting on the basis of contrast with conventional pheromena such as shooting stars, weather satellites and unusual military aircraft.

Because of these erroneous expectations, which have been instilled by science fiction books and films and \dq{official} attempts to cope with the frequency of \sc{ufo} sightings, there is a problem for the average individual in actually apprehending the \sc{ufo} reality. 

Unidentified \dq{objects,} lights and paranormal occurrences such as electrical failure in a car engine coincidental with the appearance of small figure eight-shaped humanoids are all automatically placed within the \dq{science fact or science fiction?} framework and catalogued or not catalogued according to this arbitrary, binary distinction.

Reading the clipping on William McCarthy's Pond, for example, it is very difficult to tell at this late date whether someone was joking or deluded or whether a small black box did indeed fall through the ice and subsequently disappear. \pgr{pondbox}

Perhaps we all have been asking the wrong questions.

I have here in my hand a letter from the \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon} publisher in Canada telling me that my letter of inquiry to him as regarding the letter of protest published about his organization in one of the \sc{ufo} magazines, was \dq{disjointed,} but offering to swap information on my Hungarian contact in the maroon coat \pgr{marooncoat} for information on Nazi occult activity during World War II.

Are you kidding? I have been burned on these carnival grab-bag deals once too often (p. \bpgr{simonsdox}, \bpgr{bunkxerox}) to place much confidence in such a blindfold trade.

Is it really of any importance whether or not a smail black object fell through the ice? Or where it came from? Or what it was made out of? Or how hot it was when it fell?

I submit at this point that it is our prejudices about what is supposed to be occurring which have led us to ignore the reality which is already with us.

Specifically, we have been conditioned to expect that if there are \sc{ufo}s they will be of some particular shape (triangular, circular, with or without exhaust pipe or special time-warp drive equipment) and manned by---or should I say \dq{creatured}---by occupants with physical characteristics which are or are not humanoid. When people say \dq{humanoid,} they generally mean \e{physically} humanoid: two-legged, tail-less, one-headed, tool-manufacturing animals with thumbs installed at a ninety-degree angle to the index finger of a right and a left hand joined to two arms, which are used to build spacecraft and other devices for transportation. It is also assumed that these crafts-creatures, in order to qualify as humanoid, must possess a face of some sort with recognizable eyes, nose and mouth. Or approximations thereof. \pgr{figureeightbeing}

In making the distinction humanoid or non-humanoid, then we suppose that occupants of \sc{ufo} craft are likely to have physical bodies. The only way to tell if anything is or is not humanoid (as opposed to spheroid, obloid or insectoid) is to take a look at the physical body of this thing and decide. If there are no physical bodies available, this is going to be a difficult decision.

Suppose-that the bodies of our visitors are like astral or spirit bodies, and further suppose that these presences have the ability (as a spirit, for example, communicating through a medium or appearing in your neighbor's hallway as a dank and ghostly mist) to take on a variety of forms at will? Furthermore suppose that these versatile entities have developed a sense of humor concerning this activity, bizarre as this joking may seem to contactees.

We have been looking for primitive entities (about at this stage of Earth development) who amuse themselves with long capes and robots.  What we may have on hand are entities much further along on the evolutionary scale than Earth's human beings, creatures who would truly enjoy sending a partial explanation of the concept of \dq{hyperspace} to the US Navy inscribed: \dq{Happy Easter!}

Think of what a knowledge of alternate dimensions, and space travel using the pranic energies, might mean in terms of our current ideas concerning death and resurrection!

Analogous to the humanoid\slash non-humanoid dead-end debate, there is the weather satellite\slash non-weather satellite dead-end debate. If our cosmic jokesters can signal attention with low-flying planes which are about to \dq{run into stars} and display such interesting and varied phenomena as traveling \dq{bars of light,} a malfunctioning TV set, \dq{plane lights} which turn around at a ninety-degree angle and become \dq{car lights}, and taps on the chest which lead a contactee to the window to view an unusual light in the sky (all in defiance of our ordinary expectations as regards time, space and logic), they are not apt to be caught with their pants down (to use a humanoid metaphor) unless they want to imprint the idea into or onto yours or my memory that they have fish scales on their thighs or a purple rear end.

Therefore, it behooves us to ask not \e{if} we yesterday saw a green scaly thing hop out of a blinking clamshell or \e{how} we can possibly prove or disprove the experience, but \e{why} it happened at all.

I assume that these manifestations are not supposed to dead-end in the vision itself, but represent in themselves a form of communication: a \dq{staging out} of ideas which are in some way important or amusing.

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\date{7\slash 19\slash 77}

So that, appropriately, I have just received my reply from Karnstedt, which was addressed in large pink italic letters and contained within the envelope a postcard showing the full moon over San Francisco.

He told me that Simon Herrick is starting a new magazine, now has some of my writing on file, and that \dq{we space people must stick together\ld}

Karnstedt did not mention his energen, but he wished me light and love.

Before going home to my mailbox to find the full moon over San Francisco, I had met accidentally the lady whom I had unexpectedly met at New Years. She was sitting at a table in the psychic center with a cast on her leg. I told her that I was including her experience in this writeup, and she reaffirmed her story about the sighting of glowing blue objects in the sky while at the Neposset Drive-in watching the movie Dracula.  Additionally, she told me that she had continued to experiment with astral projection to contact \sc{ufo} entities.

She told me to be sure and include in my writeup the news that \sc{ufo} entities are blue and that their skin is surrounded by a blue light.

This vision might be of interest to those who are searching for a clue to the \sc{esp} force in the ultra-violet light range, where the frequency of vibration is faster. As I will explain in Section 46, I do not connect the pranic energies with anomalies in electromagnetic time\slash frequency. Certainly, these anomalies might show up more easily in an area of vibration wherein the pulsing interval is shorter.

This heavy-set lady at the psychic center further told me that she connects \sc{ufo}s with the electrical blackout in New York City on 7\slash 13\slash 77, an odd date indeed from the numerological point of view.

\txtpt{blackoutcoincidence}{On 7\slash 13\slash 77, there was a massive blackout in New York City, causing looting and extreme inconvenience. Details of this blackout can be found by consulting any reputable newspaper file. At any rate, it happened.}

On this same day, this heavy-set young woman told me she had gone outside to fix the exhaust pipes on her motorcycle when she felt psychically odd in some respects and an old fracture in her leg separated, laying her up for awhile and motivating her to hang around the psychic center and do some talking.

She attributes the reactivation of this old injury to an influx of energy which she says has channeled her life back into a quieter sort of activity.  She told me that she had been doing construction and demolition work, including plaster-boarding and plumbing installation. \txtpt{construction}{I found this interesting, since yesterday's section on more highly evolved creatures with a strange sense of humor was written on the bus to New York City, where I met with a contractor who is redoing the interior of my loft there.  The more practical side of my mind at this time is filled with thoughts of construction and demolition.}

While we were talking, the woman who had been afflicted with a wailing bisexual spirit (she is the daughter of the woman who manages the Friendly Tearoom) spoke up from across the table and told me that on the news just after the blackout there had been word that \sc{ufo}s were sighted near White Plains, N.Y.

I told her that I had not heard this particular news report and she told me that it had come in on the radio news some time in the evening on 7\slash 14\slash 77. On this particular news report, the \sc{ufo} sighting was not linked to the blackout. The announcer simply reported the sighting of several \sc{ufo}s near White Plains, N.Y. at the time of the blackout.

I have no way of checking this bit of gossip, but relay it for what it is worth. 

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Or perhaps I do have some sort of concomitant verification that pranic energies were in flux on 7\slash 13\slash 77\ld

\date{7\slash 20\slash 77}

But before I go any further in describing this concomitancy, let me relate that the possibility of a White Plains \sc{ufo} sighting at the time of this blackout troubled my sleep last night.

When morning came, I went directly to my office and looked through J. Allen Hyneck's book, \booktitle{The \sc{ufo} Experience: A Scientific Inquiry} to find the address of the \sc{ufo} Data Collection Center in Northfield, Illinois, where I had sent the report of my 1973 Swampscott sighting, and a subsequent report detailing that I had experienced some sort of mental alteration as a result of this sighting.

At the time of that sighting, I had called Raymond Fowler, who is a \sc{ufo} enthusiast living in Wenham, Massachusetts, and was angered by his insistence that the sighting of a light was not significant, that it had to be a craft on the ground.

Something now mentally is taking me back to my experience of unreasonable anger at Fowler. I reread Mary Louise Armstrong's letter of resignation to the Condon Committee, which is included in Hyneck's book. I was struck by the distress which lay behind this letter.

\txtpt{mentalstates}{It seems to me quite possible that the people surrounding Ms.  Armstrong had been experiencing unusual mental states. Clearly, Hyneck also made the same observation or he would not have gone to the trouble of composing a book on \sc{ufo}s which is so specific on confusion and disorganization and\slash or negligence in the United States Air Force Research.}

This brouhaha on \sc{ufo}s occurred in 1968, and the chapters of the purported Air Force manual which Galligan has supplied me with were printed in 1969 and 1970.

It seems to me, as I have said, that in these chapters the \sc{ufo} phenomenon is taken quite seriously. This manual (which also contains a respectable bibliography of \sc{ufo} references, including James E.  McDonald's \booktitle{Unidentified Flying Objects---Greatest Scientific Problem of Our Times}) does not come right out and say that we have visitors from outer space and that possibly these visitors are utilizing an alternate energy system, but it does alert possible researchers to the \dq{trap of implicitly assuming} rigidly that we do not have visitors from outer space and that they are not using an alternate energy system.

Whether or not Galligan's chapters 33, 1969 and 1970, are actually chapters from an Air Force textbook (they read like chapters from an Air Force textbook), it is good not to fall into any \dq{trap} whatsoever.

One of these traps concerns the belief that military personnel and those experts employed by military personnel are level-headed, infallible, and not subject to telepathic and\slash or emotional mental alteration.

Any thought given to the behavior of Nazi military personnel during World War II, for example, should call into question the idea of superior logical thought as being an implicit military characteristic. Quite a few of these personnel, including apparently the Canadian publishers of \booktitle{The Antarctica Theory} (yet to be released), believed quite seriously that the planet Earth was hollow and could be entered through Anlarctica.

\txtpt{condonirrational}{Either several humans associated with the Condon Committee and Project Blue Book were suffering personal psychological stress simultaneously, or something had altered the consciousness of key members of this group, to make them unusually unreasonable and hypersensitive.}

Not to mention a bit hilarious.

In Hyneck's book \booktitle{The \sc{ufo} Experience: A Scientific Inquiry}, he mentioned Condon's joking behavior, (Condon was, I hope you will realize, the \e{head} of this investigative committee) detailing: \dq{\ld Condon phoned the governor of Utah to apprise him of the predicted landing (by a person \sq{in contact} with extraterrestrials) of a rectangular shaped \sc{ufo} on the salt flats at Bonneville\ld} (See p. \bpgr{rectangles}, this book, for word of a real rectangular \sc{ufo}.) \ld\ In another instance he (Condon) passed information to Washington with a straight face about an offer (for three billion dollars) made to him by an \sq{agent of the third universe} to construct a spaceport so that ships from this universe could land in our world.

For some reason, Condon's alleged behavior appeals to my theories on the extraterrestrial sense of humor.

Happy Easter, everybody! 

But I do agree with Hyneck that such outbursts are rather outre, as part of an investigation supposedly relevant to National Security.

As a practicing psychic reader, one of the liabilities which I experience is situational paranoia. This usually happens when my \sc{esp} channels are casually open for some reason and I become sensitive to any passing negative thought of a friend or acquaintance, no matter how trivial. During the last few years, I have gotten more conscious control of this unusual sensitivity, because I know that I am liable ta*experience this hypersensitivity.

When I start feeling (for example) that my good friend Steve has insulted me because on a hot day (this happened yesterday) he had only ice water, beer, orange juice and white wine in the house, but no scotch whiskey\ld\ then I pull my mental processes to a halt and try to gain access to where these feelings of insult really are originating.

What really happened in this case is that I got lost on my way to Steve's new apartment, and had arrived about an hour late on one of the hottest days of the summer. Steve was slightly irritated, but masked his irritation beneath the hospitable offer of ice water, beer, orange juice or white wine. My \sc{esp} picked up his irritation and unreasonably construed his offer of a drink as an insult. I did not say anything at the time, but later on found myself brooding upon this insulting offer of a drink.

After I had brooded for about twenty minutes and was on the verge of calling Steve and accusing him of devaluing my dramatic craftsmanship (Steve is also a playwright), I began to wonder if for some reason I might be situationally hypersensitive.

This was last evening, the same evening that validation of the White Plains 7\slash 13\slash 77 sighting was also nagging at the back of my mind. It was nagging at the back of my mind most particularly since, as I have detailed in a series of letters to R. Martin Wolf at the Society for the Investigation of the Unexplained, I had experienced radical mental alteration on Monday and Tuesday preceding the Wednesday evening blackout of New York City. Most significantly, I had called a friend who had sent me a rather complimentary letter on some of my occult writings \pgr{shenksshrug} at a quarter of nine in the moring to tell him that he had \dq{insulted my mathematics.}

After about five minutes of this unreasonable accusation, he hung up the phone. When he hung up the phone, I became even more upset and aware that something was \dq{wrong.} I went ahead with my appointments for the day, then wrote a letter of apology and tore up the letter. For the rest of that evening I was in a state of agitation.

Conceiveably, this agitation could be traced to romantic disappointment, but my screwy relationship with Shenks has gone on this way off and on for about thirteen years, so I am reasonably sure of its continuance---barring death and\slash or armed warfare.

On Tuesday, when my mother called to ask about the trip to New York City which I had planned on Wednesday, I became upset because she asked if my Haitian divorce was legal in New York City.

Good lord!

I told her: \dq{Nobody's going to kill me. They don't check your legality when you cross state lines. That's from the nineteen-thirties. Nobody's going to arrest me! I didn't break any windows!} and hung up the phone.

For the rest of the day, I was flooded with thoughts about arrest, violence and the unjust accusation that I had done something wrong, so I was too tired and strung out to make the trip I had planned on Wednesday.

At approximately 9:15 on Wednesday night, I felt overcome by energy drain and exhaustion and lay down on my bed. About ten minutes later, the phone rang. It was the contractor. As he identified himself, I remembered that I had forgotten to call him and make specific arrangements. We talked briefly, and made an appointment. Then I called the woman from whom I was planning to rent loft space.

She came on the line immediately, before the phone had rung at all and told me that she had just been blacked out and was trying to call me.  She was reaching for the phone at the time I called her. Indirectly, then, my agitated mental state had predicted the blackout and civil disorder that was to take place on Wednesday night in New York City, and had subliminally prevented me from taking my scheduled trip.

Additionally, for the twenty minutes just prior to the actual electrical failure, I had felt particularly zonked out and drained of energy.

\txtpt{lobocontact}{And you are not going to believe this, Rosie\ld\ but\ld\ I lay down just now to take another rest as it is very hot and the content of this preceding passage is disturbing to me in several ways. While I was lying down, Lobo phoned (remember Lobo: one of my only two close \sc{ufo} buddies in 1974) after three years of non-contact, and we made an appointment to meet at my office tomorrow, at high noon.}

I have not seen Lobo since 1975, and am very curious as to why he called at exactly this time. I told him that I had written most of a book on \sc{ufo}s since I saw him last, and was just now writing a passage about the New York City blackout. He told me that he understood that it is technically possible to build some sort of wave-propagating, ionization machine which jams transmitters, but Lobo did always indulge in wild speculation. In the realm of hard practicality, I just talked to my contractor, who feels that there are too many safety hazards in the loft under consideration to make it worth my investment.

Viva: construction and demolition! \pgr{construction}

As I was saying, then, before these interruptions and digressions, often mental content which is being perceived non-consciously by \sc{esp} or is for some reason too strange or outrageous to fit into the ordinary conscious norms, erupts into half-formulated emotional behavior.

It is obvious from reading Hyneck's book and Mary Louise Armstrong's letter of resignation that they were personally agitated themselves, and also witnessing strange behavior, both on the motional and judgmental levels. This high incidence of mental oddity could possibly spring from influence on the Condon Committee which was coming in below the level of ordinary consciousness.

I know I have said this before \pgr{mentalstates} and I am going to say it again in context of my strange behavior preceding an event of which I had no conscious pre-knowledge, but which might have been dangerous to me personally: the unusual antics surrounding the Air Force \sc{ufo} Investigations described by J. Allen Hyneck show mental alteration of a sort which I have come to associate with mental alteration due to \sc{ufo} contact and\slash or the influence of powerful spirit entities. As I have indicated in discussing Andrew Galligan's \dq{Happy Easter} message \pgr{happyeaster}, these entities (and I assume at this point, Rosie, that we are dealing with real \e{alien entities}, whether these be creations of the collective unconscious, satanic spirits or visitors from another galaxy) are intelligences with a highly-developed mental capacity and a strangely distinct sense of humor.

These entities can operate through human beings mediumistically to cause strange behavior, and independently of the human psyche to cause psychokinetic phenomena.

As I have reiterated, it is the bizarre sense of humor which remains distinctive for me personally.

In the experience detailed in \dq{Notes on Torres,} for example, I was led all round Robin Hood's barn to finally locate (instead of mysterious Scottish spiritualist messages) a spy-adventure novel set prominently in California (from which distinctive location I had just returned) and South America (where the original Torres \sc{ufo} photo was taken).

The plot of this coincidental novel was hilariously reminiscent both of quirky attitudes brought to my attention by Torres, and some of the raunchier elements of my ex-marriage, not to mention various of my experiences in California.

This associative event is beyond ordinary coincidence. It is also funny and not-funny, like pulling the chair out from behind someone as they are about to sit down. Or opening a fracture in someone's leg so that she wants to return to the psychic center to shoot the breeze about the electrical blackout in New York City and construction and demolition work just as I am also concerned with psychic and possibly \sc{ufo} oddities concerning the blackout in tandem with my personal construction and demolition work.

This coincidence \pgr{blackoutcoincidence} is interesting and meat for speculation. It is also a little horrifying to think that this woman probably had a bone in her leg separate after an influx of energy which she quite definitely attributes to \sc{ufo} entities.

After my experiences with learning to move the pendulum by influx of pranic energy, I am in no position to doubt this story about her leg injury ex cathedra.

Think about what this young woman may have experienced.

She went out to a drive-in for the evening, looked up into the sky, saw a flying light formation of blue \sc{ufo}s and was motivated to practice astral projection to contact them. During this astral projection, she got the firm message that these aliens had to innoculate themselves in some way before entering earth's atmosphere.

Several years subsequent to this initial experience, she went outside to tinker with her motorcycle, felt a strong sense of \dq{\sc{ufo} presence} and felt an old fracture in her leg separate. This event sent her to the psychic center to talk, where she said she felt she had been directed by \sc{ufo} presence. This woman told me that these presences were blue with black eyes. She seemed a bit spaced out and exhausted and was evidently feeling hostile toward these blue \sc{ufo}s.

\dq{I broke it,} she told me. \dq{I got beyond there. I projected into the places they didn't want me to go.}

However, it is possible that, broken or unbroken, she wem exactly where \dq{they} wanted her to go and returned to be sitting at a table near my office talking at exactly the right time that \dq{they} wanted me to notice her and find out more about her experience, for my own information.

Of course, the effect on this woman is a strange spaced-out state of mind in which she feels that she is in combat somehow with \sc{ufo} entities. These entities are apparently trying to preserve their astral privacy.

This all began at the Neponset Drive-in during a showing of \filmtitle{Dracula}.  Ironic as this may seem, \filmtitle{Dracula} has absolutely nothing to do thematically with intergalactic space stations. I do not believe that this woman's subsequent impressions of blue \sc{ufo}s arrived on that evening from nowhere. Furthermore, it is exactly to the strange sense of humor of these entities that it should be \filmtitle{Dracula} showing at this drive-in theatre rather than \filmtitle{Ma and Pa Kettle at Cape Canaveral} or a Woody Allen film.

It is and it is not funny that this woman's obsession with extraterrestrial contact should have begun in conjunction with a classic horror film\ld\ which does not contain blue, black-eyed aliens at all, but does deal with a lethal form of late-night contact. Happy Easter, Jessup! I hope you enjoyed the CO exhaust! What caused Lobo to recontact me after two years of silence, just as I was resting from drafting a passage about my subliminal early warning system? What, indeed, motivated the US government to entitle one aspect of the \sc{ufo} investigation which Hyneck thought so unusual as \dq{Project Grudge?}

As they used to say in my grandmother's day: \dq{Something must've gotten into these people.}

Chances are it was the same damn exira-sensory thing, Rosie! Like broken cuckoo clocks that go tick tick toc in the cupboard, lying non-functional on their sides! Or independently international photos of whitish ellipsoid aerial phenomena! (Consult \booktitle{Flying Saucer Review}, \booktitle{Ufology} or my own color xerox reproduction: p. \bpgr{colorxerox}.)

People have basically two choices, perhaps, in dealing with this sort of oddity: suppression of the extraordinary by pretending that it does not exist, or protection of the psyche by dealing with the unacceptable in a provisional pseudo-scientific way. However, I am proceeding down the third road here with quite a few other people. In fact, it is beginning to look to me like some sort of mental parade.

Congratulations, Lobo! So nice to see you electrically once again!

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Lobo arrived this morning, one half hour late and looking relatively good. He told me that he could not stay long because he had just been evicted, his belongings had been thrown out onto the city dump, and at the moment he had four German shepherds (two adults and two puppies) outside in his car.

He was afraid that these dogs might become overheated, and so we made an appointment for Lobo to come over to my apartment tomorrow, where the dogs can rest out back in the shade. Before he left to relieve the dogs, Lobo confided to me that while traveling in Mexico he had given mechanical assistance to an ex-Nazi driving a Mercedes-Benz.

This car had broken down near wherever it was that Lobo was hitching. On the way back to Mexico City, this ex-Nazi (who at this point was in possession of a Mexican wife and several children as well as his Mercedes) told Lobo that yes it was true that Hitler's establishment had been very much into the exploration of occult ideas and probably technology related to the use of extra-sensory perception and bioplasmic energy.

At this point, I asked Lobo if he knew anything about the Canadian publishers of \booktitle{\sc{ufo}s: Nazi Secret Weapon}. He looked puzzled, then nodded briefly and told me that he had an overwhelming urge to hug me. Lobo says this to all the girls, but I took him up on this offer, so he hugged me briefly and went out to relieve the dogs.

Shortly after this quick exit, as I was sitting in my office with the door open correcting a xerox copy of \playtitle{My Sandwich Exploded}, a woman in a red dotted-swiss sundress wandered in looking for Larry Sands, the head of the Shin Psychic Center. She told me that he was not in his office and that she had been meaning to drop in on me for some time, but I had never been in my office at the times she had felt like dropping in---until now. \sc{ufo}s, Zeena claimed, were assisting her to channel and balance her energies. I told her to come right in and tell me all about it.

It was certainly lucky, in a way, that Lobo had left so quiEkly after hugging me.

Before Zeena began the story of her adventures with interdimensional contact, I told her that I thought it was possible that more highly-developed beings might be assisting her to channel and balance her energies. I told her about my experience with Torres, and described how I can now move the dowsing pendulum psychokinetically at a distance without touching it. Then I moved the pendulum for Zeena and she told me that she was familiar with the use of the dowsing pendulum to get \dq{yes} and \dq{no} answers, and with concepts of psychic healing which involve pranic energy channeling. She told me that she had always been naturally psychic, and seemed to know where and where not to go automatically, It was certainly true that she and Lobo had followed each other in and out of my office as if responding to some joint transdimensional cue.

Zeena first felt an influx of pranic energy when she was living in California. She identified this energy influx with god and enlightenment. In order to understand what was happening to her, Zeena went first to the Esalen Institute, where she practiced various forms of meditation, and then to the Psychic Institute in Berkeley, where she experienced further pranic energy channeling and at times was able to see astral energy forms.

While Zeena was attending the Psychic Institute in Berkeley, a member of a \dq{flying saucer} group approached her and said that he could travel intergalactically.

She rejected this claim because she felt that it was impossible to travel intergalactically without a space ship, and that his claims were \dq{off the wall} entirely.

\txtpt{greeninsect}{Then one day, while Zeena was meditating, she saw a small green insect on the wall. This green insect told Zeena that the space ships were coming. She felt somehow convinced by this experience, and then again while in Los Angeles had another contact with an unconventional \sc{ufo}.}

Zeena was talking with a Los Angeles clairvoyant when she saw a beam of astral light shoot out from his forehead. At the end of this beam of light was a whitish elliptical shape. This frightened Zeena and she left the room. Later, with this same clairvoyant, she felt that she had left her body, and was hovering near the ceiling of the room. She panicked, and when she felt herself being separated from her body was then violently drawn back into her ordinary sensory awareness. As Zeena once again entered her body, she found herself repeating hysterically: \dq{I'm saving my body for God. I'm saving my body for God.} Whatever this may mean in context---probably that her awareness had actually been separated from her body, in conjunction with the presence of alien spirit entities which might perhaps have tried to enter her vacant body mediumistically---it was subsequent to this out-of-body experience that Zeena began to feel that \sc{ufo} entities were helping her to channel and balance her energies.

These \sc{ufo} entities, Zeena asserts, are not in themselves wholly astral or mental forms, but have actual physical existence, albeit of an unusual nature.

I speculated that these entities might be using psychic mediumship to contact human beings because they have no physical bodies and cannot manifest on this material continuum, but Zeena argued with me, saying that her instructions were coming from real beings with a real physical existence. This existence, she told me, participates more fully in the pranic or astral energy system than does our ordinary bodily existence.  The difference between human beings and \sc{ufo} entities, Zeena asserted, is not wholly a matter of expanded awareness. These entities simply have more pranic energy per square inch of their very real physical existence and thus find it difficult to be present entirely within our \dq{material} vibrational continuum, which is actually more dense electromagnetically than \sc{ufo} matter. This made sense to me in terms of my theories of \e{time alteration under pranic action}, which will be explained in section forty-six.

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Meanwhile, I was late meeting Lobo back at my apartment due to an extended psychic reading.

The woman I had scheduled for a mid-morning appointment turned out to have unusual problems as regards a case of smallpox in a past life.  I did not know this initially.

\txtpt{smallpox}{She told me that she had unexplained problems with scar tissue on one shoulder. This tissue had appeared overnight several years ago and was non-malignant. For some reason, this woman was certain that these scars (which I had not seen) were traces from a past life.}

I went looking back into her past lives and found that she had died at thirteen in the nineteen-twenties of a case of smallpox which had not been treated, due to the superstition of her parents. As soon as I had told her this, the young woman dramatically unbuttoned her blouse and showed me five or six raised markings which looked as if some force had modeled smallpox suppurations onto her skin. She was in her late teens, and was having emotional problems with her parents, when these model poxmarks appeared. I surmise that the emotional situation of parental restriction reminded her psyche of the former parental superstition, and that her own subconscious recollections built a physical reminder of her previous early death.

This (as must be obvious) was a highly unusual reading in a number of respects, and I was thinking about it strongly on my way back home from bus to bus, trying also to signal Lobo mentally that I was unavoidably an hour late, and would eventually be arriving. Just as I turned onto my street, I saw an ancient square-ish car with four German shepherds (two adults and two puppies) pull into this street at the other end of the block.

As I kept on walking I watched this thing meander a bit and then finally find a parking place. I peered inside. Sure enough: it was Lobo\ld\ somehow signaled in to my exact instant of arrival. He hopped out of this vehicle and presented me with a small black toy German shepherd. I held this dog and then put it back into the car, while the big white shepherd smiled cutely at me from the driver's seat, and tried to thrust its head through the opening and closing window.

After this event, we went inside and I fixed Lobo coffee. I asked him how he came to be evicted from his former residence on the North shore of Boston, near the ocean, and he told me that this had been because his friend had no car insurance. What? Your friend has no car insurance?  And this is why all your belongings have been hauled to the city dump?  Amazing! Because your friend had no car insurance!?

\dq{I had wanted to start a cultural center,} Lobo told me, \dq{but several agencies told me that there had to be at least six or seven people coming regularly before this could be given serious consideration. This is the reason they had it in for me, I suppose\ld\  actually\ld\ my actual specialty is angels coming down from the sky.}

And if you think this makes no sense, you may be right.

It seems that Lobo was driving a friend's car with out-of-state plates and no registration or insurance. So, the police stopped Lobo and questioned him about this car with the out-of-state plates since Lobo had been driving around a long time in his friend's car with out-of-state plates.

In the process of questioning Lobo, the police found that this car of his friend had no insurance or registration, so they fined him two hundred and fifty dollars, which he did not pay, since (as seems logical) the car itself did not belong to him, although the police would (of course) have no way of knowing anything about this arrangement since the car had no insurance or registration to identify itself as not being Lobc's property.  At any rate, subsequent to Lobo's refusal to pay the two hundred and fifty dollar fine on a car he did not own, police officers entered his home without a warrant to search for health hazards (apparently it is legal in one North Shore community for police to enter without a warrant if they are searching for a health hazard\ld\ or\ld isn't this contrary to Article Four in Amendment to the Constitution of the United States?) and while inside this man's home without prior notice took pictures of some dogs and the unconventional furniture of a cultural pariah. That is to say: a mattress on the floor, several boxes and whatnot else. Then they went outside (according to Lobo), put up some sort of a condemned or \dq{health hazard} sign on the front entrance, and several days subsequent to this action hauled most of Lobo's belongings to the city dump where (as he told me) they were plowed under.

Lobo told me that he was so upset by this violation of his civil liberties that he literally forgot how to breathe, so that he had to keep counting from one to ten to keep his lungs in gear. At this point, Lobo told me, he went to the emergency room of a local hospital, where they found nothing physically wrong with him and called in a psychiatrist to check for psychosomatic problems, which of course he certainly was experiencing at the time. 

This psychiatrist asked Lobo if he felt that he had been hearing voices or seeing people who were not there. Of course, Lobo has seen, as he puts it, \dq{angel people drifting down through the sky in clusters,} but the people who were causing him to have difficulty in breathing were really there.

They seem to have been the police department.

At this point in his narration, Lobo began to laugh appreciatively, and went outside to check his dogs.

\dq{I remember,} he told me when he returned, \dq{volunteering to come to this planet. Do you remember volunteering?}

I told Lobo that I did not remember volunteering, but that I was sure that I had experienced previous lifetimes on this planet. As far as coming down vibrationally into this particular time at this particular place, I am sure that I must have been drafted. Certainly, I did not invoke the expansion of my consciousness which began with my \sc{ufo} sighting in Swampscott in 1973. I told Lobo about the woman whose body had somehow registered the memory of the pox that had killed her as a teenage boy in another lifetime, and he frowned and told me that he remembered being in some sort of metallic compartment, and seeing the doors shut\ld\ but there was really nothing else available that Lobo could remember about this processing experience from another lifetime, except that he had been a volunteer to be incarnated to raise the consciousness of the spirits now incarnate on the Earth planet.

I told Lobo that Bethiwitch (remember Bethiwitch: my other 1974 \sc{ufo} companion?) had once told me that he and I had lived together in another lifetime on a vegetable planet. This, I have since speculated, could possibly be a planet with a different sort of carbon-dioxide life cycle. Beings with a carbon-dioxide-based respiration, for example, would have to take special precautions before breathing the air of earth \pgr{difficultybreathing}. Possibly, one or the other of us then commented, everyone should take special precautions before breathing the air of earth \pgr{learntobreathe}. Lobo and I then laughed for about ten minutes, staring at our coffee cups, and he asked me once again if now since I was divorced and he had once been a member of special sexual sensitivity and freedom classes in Berkeley, California, could he please put his arms around me. He told me it was nothing special, and so truthfully I told him that in my apartment it was little Berkeley, California on certain occasions, and that yes I was very curious about those special sexual sensitivity and freedom classes.

While Lobo had his arms around me, he told me he could feel my mental vibrations and that it was like hearing beautiful classical music played with the pranic energies. I asked him if that was what he told all of the vegetables that he and his dogs drove around hugging in the name of sexual freedom and sensitivity, and he asked me if I could lend him about five or six aspirin since he had to go on to work at his job as a security guard down by the beach, and was having quite a headache in this situation just trying to breathe. Certainly! Any time.

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Taking heed of the green insect which Zeena says she saw on her wall \pgr{greeninsect}, I am now going to discuss some of the basic electronic properties of chlorophyl.

The pranic breathing involved in the process of photosynthesis is basic to an understanding of \sc{ufo} activity. In discussing the pranic breathing of vegetable life, I am going to use terms directly derivative of traditional research on chlorophyl and the process of photosynthesis.

Since nowhere in the literature on photosynthesis is pranic energy or the possibility of pranic energy mentioned, I am also going to use terms introduced in my article \dq{Fluidice: Time as a Function of Prana,} which was published in \journaltitle{Pursuit} magazine in Spring 1977, and one new term which is specific to observable time anomalies within the electromagnetic spectrum.

I am going to call this new property \dq{insult} in memory of my conviction just prior to the New York City blackout that several of my friends and acquaintances had \dq{insulted my mathematics.} This insight on insult called my attention to possible connections between \dq{my pranic mathematics} and electricity. The mathematical property of insult refers not to emotional upset (though this very idea may \e{cause} emotional upset in some traditional physicists, Rosie!) but to the jerk or \dq{warp} in time which occurs at the junction between the electromagnetic and pranic or astral dimensions.

Traditionally, in occultiana, this junction is symbolized by an X or cross with (roughly) the horizontal representing the material continuum and the vertical representing the pranic or mental energies which intersect the material continuum, but remain qualitatively different from this material continuum. In plane geometry (as is well-known) it takes two straight lines to make a point.

If---and now, here we go, Rosie!---the sub-atomic electronic energies which bind the basic structure of this material continuum are considered to be a horizontal straight line (although these energies are not literally a straight line) and the astral or pranic energies are considered to be a vertical straight line (although these energies are not literally a straight line), the crucial \e{point} at which these different sorts of energies intersect is a mathematical time point compartment which I have labeled \dq{Fluidice.} Fluidice is not a real box. It is a set concept. This Fluidice compartment is a time compartment which is absolutely attached to the electromagnetic spectrum. In the electromagnetic spectrum, the electric and magnetic fields are represented as being normal to one another.

However, although the electric and magnetic fields are oriented differently, they share time frequencies, which is why the interaction of these electric and magnetic vectors forms a coherent material structure, which we have termed \dq{electromagnetic.} All matter, as can be seen by examination of the sub-atomic electronic interactions, is electromagnetic in nature. At regular points of sequential time there are Fluidice compartments along the electromagnetic continuum, at vibratory nodes of time-agreement.

At these Fluidice compartments, which are rigidly attached to the nodes of time\slash frequency agreement (ice), but do admit alteration by the time-independent pranic energy (fluid), there can occur an \e{insult} to the ordinary material continuum as the Fluidice time-compartment contracts or expands under the influx of prana. This insult is analogous to the exparision and contraction of material objects under a flux of temperature. Pranic influx into the Fluidice-compartment can cause the time\slash space effects which we call \dq{psychokinesis} or \dq{synchronicity.} Prana has no electromagnetic structure, but (as with heat) can be noticed by an alteration of electromagnetic structure. This pranic insult to the material continuum can be evident electrically as interference or strange voices on electrical equipment and\slash or the unusual states of consciousness which are associated with effects such as \dq{illumination} or \dq{inspiration.} Since this time insult also occurs sub-atomically, it can be seen to cause alteration of matter such as observed in psychosomatic illness, stigmata \pgr{smallpox}, and \dq{spirit} phenomena such as the inexplicable shattering of a mirror or the appearance of a bright ellipsoidal light in the atmosphere concomitant with idea alteration involving consciousness expansion and\slash or \sc{esp}.

This consciousness \dq{expansion} involves a real electrical alteration of the neural functioning (see p. \bpgr{nervouschemistry}). This ionic alteration under pranic influx changes the chemical nature of the neural mechanism in a way which is similar to, but not exactly the same as, chemical changes of the nervous system which have been observed in connection with the use of \sc{lsd} and mescaline.

This time insult effect also contributes to the dual absorption effect which has been observed in chlorophyl pigment. This dual absorption effect has been documented and discussed by researchers all over the world, but never fully explained. It is fundamental to the process of photosynthesis, which is a basic life process. In response to the alleged warning \pgr{implicitassumptions} about traps of implicit assumptions and the non-absolute nature of all known physical laws, I would like (in context of the foregoing rapid descent\slash ascent into serious technicalities) to advance my own explanation for the unexplained time anomaly in the absorption process of photosynthesis. This concerns chemical transitions which, as observed, seem to be too \dq{rapid} for accurate observation or inexplicably \dq{simultaneous.} These are \e{insulted} chemical transitions. Photosynthesis is a life process and during this life process the chlorophyl-bearing plant is breathing prana.

I will list first what is officially \e{not known} about photosynthesis: 
\begitems\style a
* \txtpt{absorptiondilemma}{Differing sites in chlorophyl pigment absorb light at different rates, and selectively prefer differing frequencies of light, ranging the spectrum from blue to red. It is not known how or why these sites select the light.}
* Simultaneously, at sites distant (miroscopically) from one another, chlorophyl exhibits oxidation and reduction reactions which seemingly have no functional link, except their co-presence in one substance. The oxidation\slash reduction reaction is chemically ionic in nature and normally the reduction process releases an ion which is then absorbed during the oxidation process. Naturally, this sequence of liberation and absorptlon takes sequential time. It is not known how chlorophyl, during the process of photosynthesis, manages to dispense with sequential requirements and suddenly oxidize and reduce at the same time, in separate locations. 
* When subjected to light stimulus, chlorophyl exhibits a time delay between initial illumination and response which indicates mediation by so-called \dq{dark responses,} which have not been fully understood.
\enditems

Obviously, green vegetables are a bit spaced out in their behavior.  During photosynthesis, catalytic energy is added to chemicals already present in the plant cell, changing the electronic configuration of the chemicals and thus converting carbon dioxide and water to carbohydrates and oxygen.

To quote from an elementary chemistry textbook: \dq{The importance of photosynthesis cannot be overestimated, since it represents the principal way by which solar energy is made available to living organisms.}

It has always been assumed that the catalytic energy being added to carbon dioxide and water in the presence of chlorophyl and\slash or other catalytic pigments, was strictly photonic illumination. However, as I have pointed out in my article, \essaytitle{The \sc{ufo} Certainty,} which appeared in the \journaltitle{Everything for Everybody} newspaper in August 1977, there are no strict guarantees in small particle physics.

Experimentally, the quantized energy packet called a photon (of which tiny projectiles a stream of light is said to be composed) has been observed to enter two small apertures at the same time, yet subsequently register an intact presence on a measuring counter at only one place.

Where was this photon in transit? Where did it go while pulling itself together, and at what time did it reassemble?

Officially, it is said that a photon can never be located by exact measurement, only by the probability that it might be in a certain area at a certain time. Because of this strange behavior of the photon, scientists have said that it is both a particle and a wave: the wave goes through two apertures and the particle registers in one place. Given this explanation, it is easy to see why the photon might be hard to locate.

If the foregoing wave\slash particle duality seems difficult to understand, it is probably because something is missing from the official description.

As I have said in my discussion of Fluidice \pgr{fluidice}, I believe that concepts of time will have to be revised in order to account honestly for observed physical phenomena.

Time alteration is the only means by which the photon could possibly be in two places at one time and then subsequently register in one place at a different time.

The wave\slash particle dilemma can be seen as one of the time insult effects observable within the electromagnetic spectrum.

Given the inexplicable behavior of chlorophyl during photosynthesis, there is no reason to suppose that time-altering pranic action is not occurring to cause simultaneous oxidation and reduction. In fact, the presence of a pranic catalyst would also explain the fact that photosynthesis has been seen to occur in the absence of any conventional light source, as documented in laboratory experiments with chromatophore development.

Pranic action, as linked with all vibratory action of the electromagnetic spectrum, is not contingent on the presence of visible or invisible light.

It seems to me that many problems of biochemistry and small particle physics can be better described by admitting the presence of time insult.

This time insult occurs at the intersection of electromagnetic vibratory
time with the time-independent pranic energies.

\nonum\sec CONCLUSION
\date{7\slash 24\slash 77}

I am aware that in the preceding section on chlorophyl and time insult I have advanced a radical alteration in the description of the structure of matter.

This is not some frivolous idea I picked up while eating carrots and reading a paperback on Einstein's halloween parties. These ideas are based on the technical reading which I have been doing since my initial \sc{ufo} sighting in 1973. This technical reading has been primarily in the area of mathematical philosophy and the description of experiments in chemistry and physics. I am aware that I have placed these new concepts of time structure within the unusual context of a chronologically-written, a-sequential narrative. As stated in the introductory chapter, this technique has been deliberate. As well as giving some of the mind-altering qualities of the \sc{ufo} reality, I wanted to demonstrate that it is quite possible to remain sane while writing an account of unusual happenings and that the study and documentation of unusual happenings need not and probably should not be approached with the rigidity of logic.

I have just finished reading Carl Sagan's recent book \booktitle{The Dragons of Eden}, in which he talks about the evolution of intelligence. In this book, Sagan details the physical structure of the brain as this relates to evolution from primitive life forms to man. He discusses the possibility that highly-evolved extraterrestrial life forms may have a shape and mental capacities which are as surprising to us as man might be to a reptile aware of the hereditary relationship. In fact, the title of Sagan's book is based on this concept of the ancient reptile heritage which survives in man in the limbic area of the brain. You will have to read \booktitle{The Dragons of Eden} for a full exposition of this view:

\dq{She walks! She talks! She crawls on her belly like a reptile!} \ld as the archetypal strip show hustler is reputed to yell out to the patrons of the snake dance at the local county fair.

Sagan includes involuntary hissing behavior as evidence in man of the survival of this reptilian characteristic. I do not know about Sagan, but I have never hissed at an enemy in my life. I have never witnessed reptilian hissing behavior in a human being and I do not know actually that hissing is a primary characteristic of reptiles, some of whom are vocally silent.

I have seen a human being hiss like a cat, but the thought of a dragon never crossed my mind.

Perhaps Sagan has witnessed reptilian hissing in his close relatives and associates. If so, I think they might go for a bowl of warm milk and a little purina cat chow sooner than a tray of raw eggs and a few live game birds. Although, cobras do drink warm milk, don't they? And cats do catch live birds. At any rate, snake-like I am pulling the literary leg of Mr. Sagan in order to inch myself around to the fact that in the final chapter of his book on the evolution of intelligence (and after opening the possibility that more highly-developed life forms might be much different from human beings) he makes an \e{ex cathedra} denunciation of topics such as astrology, \sc{esp} and telepathic communication with more highly-evolved entities, possibly from another galaxy or plane of being.

I assume that astronomer Sagan includes in this blanket denunciation the communication with angels which has been reported by personalities as diverse as Immanuel Swedenborg, St. Bernadette of Lourdes, and my good old friend Lobo of America, who is a psychic medium.

Lobo sees angels coming down from the sky in clusters. We discussed these angels and he agreed that these shapes that he was secing were probably astral energy forms. Lobo also can see the spirits of human beings who are deceased. He told me of an experience in a Spiritualist church during which he could see the guide of a Spiritualist minister standing beside her as she spoke.

Lobo himself (though he has his personal peculiarities, I have never seen him hissing) envisions part of his voluntary mission on this earth plane as the performance of \dq{interdimensional rescue work.}

He certainly did rescue me back in 1974, when I had really seen a \sc{ufo} light and did not know quite where to put my perceptions. Once again, in 1977, he appeared at just the right time to rescue me from the very real confusion and exhaustion which were holding back my composition of the rough draft of this book \pgr{lobocontact}. Lobo's sudden appearances and disappearances are not really accidental or coincidental. They stem from his mediumship and psychic ability. Because he is an all-American drifter, he is absolutely free to be in the right place at the right time. I do not know for sure whether he always knows how he got into these places, but he is of good will and has \sc{esp}.

There is an ancient occult teaching about the \dq{ass that bears the sacraments.} A rather lowly-looking animal can be carrying valuable gold, if the strength of this animal can bear the weight. Psychics and mediums may not always intellectually understand what they are saying or why they are saying it, but frequently they can come up with valuable or life-saving information. Sagan speaks in his book about the possible destruction of \dq{creativity} in accidental brain damage, and very correctly states that this faculty might never be missed in a routine screening for damage, since most people are not highly creative.

I would like at this point to remind the professional skeptic that this same criterion can be applied to the psychic faculty. It is just as scientifically off the wall to test just anybody for \sc{esp}, and then declare there is no \sc{esp}, as it would be to test any citizen at random for creativity and inventiveness and then declare that there is no such thing as creativity \ld Or an operatic tenor\ld\ or an artistic person who can copy historical landmarks accurately\ld

Likewise, it is off the wall scientifically to declare that there have been no \sc{ufo} sightings involving pranic contact with more highly-developed intelligences by consulting a radio telescope or the findings of people whose specialty is astronomy. I go to a medical doctor to learn about the state of health of my body. I do not go to a medical doctor to learn about the piece of the great pranic spirit which animates my body.  If I want to know where a star is, I will ask an astronomer. If I see an angel who speaks to me, I will most assuredly not ask what magnitude it is and how many light years distant it is and whether or not it has experienced the red shift lately or actually is a quasar.

Possibly, if a visitor from another galaxy appeared (like the Indians of South America, who confused the Spanish invaders with an angelic and godlike navigator who had visited the continent previously), and was using the pranic or \sc{esp} energies for communication, some psychics and religiously-minded people like Lobo of the sexual freedom league might confuse this visitor with an angel.

Other humans confronted with an unexpected influx of pranic communication might simply disbelieve this experience and forget it entirely, only to have the suppressed memory of this unusual encounter erupt via dreams and irrational waking behavior \pgr{condonirrational}. This can often happen with ordinary telepathic or spirit contact. For example, recently I went to visit some people near Boston who have a haunted house. This was a stressful encounter for everyone and involved negative spirit contact, some of it relating to effects on children.

My son was not there with me and I told him nothing about the strange events which had occurred, but shortly after I returned home from this encounter he jumped out of bed in a sleepwalker's frenzy and urinated all over the floor.

Evidently, he had picked up the agitation which had characterized the situation in the haunted house, and this came out in irrational naughty behavior rather than any clearly formulated question or statement about what I had been doing.

He has not done this sort of thing before or since.

This is not to suggest that a human being with suppressed memories of \sc{ufo} contact is likely to urinate all over your floor, although this may happen.

Anything is possible.

I simply suggest that the daily behavior of those who claim \sc{ufo} contact or any concomitant effect such as unexplained car engine failure coupled with one hour of amnesia should be watched for oddity: not the oddity of madness, but the oddity of shock or hysteria.

I have received, for example, a letter from Mrs. Betty Hill of the famed \booktitle{Interrupted Journey \sc{ufo}} case. T had written to Mrs. Hill, telling her about my work and sending her an article I had written which connects \sc{ufo} contact with \sc{esp}. She sent me back a very courteous letter admitting the possibility of \sc{esp} as a phenomenon, but stating that she had experienced no \sc{esp} as connected with \sc{ufo}s.

However, in this letter she stated a curious fact. She told me that she had experienced \sc{esp} as a child and in fact thought she had been mildly gifted with \sc{esp} \e{until} the date of 9\slash 19\slash 61, which was the date of her famous experience with \dq{capture} by a \sc{ufo}. Obviously, her sighting had something to do with the \sc{esp} mechanism, or she would not have lost this particular esoteric ability (mild as it was in her case) during the shocked aftermath of her \sc{ufo} contact.

It is odd that she would not notice this effect directly, after all the questioning she must have undergone.

The oddity of contactee behavior has often been minimized by the \sc{ufo} press in order to make the situations depicted seem plausible and not figments of mad imagination. This is understandable, but does not really represent the reality of the \sc{ufo} situation, which in a great many cases extends beyond the one-shot situational event of a \dq{sighting} into personal behavior and insights.

These insights range from the diagnosis of cancer as due to a chemical imbalance in the atmosphere, through a sense of being the \dq{child of the cosmos} to Lobo's idea that he was incarnated on Earth to raise the consciousness level of humanity.

I am very much into the idea that our concepts of \dq{intelligence} and \dq{intelligent behavior} need to be revised, as do our ideas of how particular communications with more highly-evolved and\slash or spirit entities might possibly occur.

For example, as I was quietly sitting here in the air shuttle plane to New York City, jotting down notes specifically on the absorption spectra of chlorophyl, an exit sign fell on my head. These notes had specifically to do with the site\slash absorption dilemma which I have mentioned as point number (a) on page \bpgr{absorptiondilemma} of the preceding discussion of pranic action during photosynthesis. There is a lot of research material on chlorophyl, and right after the exit sign fell on my head I decided that the site\slash absorption dilemma was the \dq{way out} for me as far as beginning to elucidate the photosynthetic problem in a way which could be easily understood.

And if you understood that, Rosie, you will easily understand the following dilemma:

There is no easy explanation for why that exit sign fell on my specific head. I was sitting in the center seat of a row of three seats and this sign was fastened to the ceiling at the center of the aisle, just back of my seatmate, who was not touched. At the time it hit me, I turned to him and mentioned that I found this accident very significant due to my interests in psychokinesis and synchronicity.

He smiled and nodded and returned to reading \booktitle{Fear of Flying} by Erica Jong.

Actually, previous to this accident, I had written a ballad:

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\centerline{{\it\ul{Knocking Out the En*Gynes with my Mojo \sc{ufo}}}}
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\noindent Goodbye, transcontinental: I can't fly west no more

I walk up to the teller and the keys don't punch the score

\noindent This machine is out of order, though my account as full of dough

I am knocking out the en*gynes with my mojo \sc{ufo}

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\noindent Goodbye tender romance: chains vibrate in the locks

The door swings automatic: I have cooked my bobbie sox

\noindent My stainless steel gift wedding knife jumped off the butter

\sc{SO}: I am knocking out the en*gynes with my mojo \sc{ufo}

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\noindent Met my lover down in Soho: he got stranded on a train

Mojo knocked out the en*gynes, left me standing in the rain

\noindent Well, the longer that I stood there, the wetter that I got

Mojo knocked out the en*gynes: I have cooked my bobbie sox

\vskip 1em

\noindent So, goodbye transcontinental: I can't fly the western zone

If that bugger hits the en*gyne we'll be falling like a stone

\noindent so, if a circuit hits you shortly, it is then that you will know

I am knocking out the en*gynes with my mojo \sc{ufo}\par}

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\noindent Which not only mentions my ironical fear that psychokinetic energies might somehow disintegrate an airplane in which I was riding, but specifically links the \sc{ufo} reality with \dq{mojo,} that indefinable and extra-sensory method of persuasion so important to gypsies and street people.

Mojo is a sort of charisma, but it is specifically related to iuck and the ability to persuade by hypnotic means. Some have identified mojo with sex, but though mojo includes (of course!) sexual persuasion, this psychic ability is not confined in its exercise to sexual prowess, but includes the power of mind over matter and over the psyche of other individuals.

In his latest letter to me, received August first, 1977, Andrew Galligan confides that the chapters of the purported Air Force manual which he possesses were \dq{smuggled} out of Air Force facilities.

Galligan does not mention the identity of the smuggler, if they were smuggled.

None of the pages I possess are stamped \e{classified} or \e{restricted}, and the information in chapter 33, 1969 and chapter 33, 1970, is all derivative of secular \sc{ufo} publications. The only interesting bit of information in these chapters involves the admonition to would-be \sc{ufo} investigators not to fall into the \dq{trap of implicit assumptions.}

I wonder if this is anything like the Bermuda Triangle.

In his letter of August first, Galligan also mentions the theories of Wilhelm Reich, who postulated some sort of universal energy called orgone. Reich identified this energy with sexuality, and later went to jail for claiming that his \dq{orgone cabinet} (which he envisioned as an energy accumulator) cured cancer and other diseases. 

As detailed in Section 30, I have not found the pranic energy involved in \sc{esp} and \sc{ufo} contact to manifest any spectacular physical healing effect as a regular event.

I have found that these experiences can have a profound mental result, both in terms of information and expanded consciousness. Speaking personally, since my \sc{ufo} sighting in 1973 I have learned quite a lot about mathematical theory and the nature of the electromagnetic spectrum.

Of course, since I include the pranic energies in my view of the universe, my interpretation of information on electromagnetism, gravity and theories of numbers is going to differ from the standard interpretation.

However, previous to 1973, I had no strong interest in the mathematical aspects of philosophy. In fact, it was the least of my interests.  Additionally, although I had worked as a reporter and playwright, I had really shown no interest in the personal essay. As of now, I am publishing personal essays. This trend of thought began \pgr{aftersecond} during the time I was experiencing my secondary \sc{ufo} contact in 1975.

Something happened to my interests and abilities, beginning in December of 1973. Whatever it was that reintegrated my capacities, that reality is the reason for this book.

The last time I saw Lobo (although I am sure I will see him again) he offered to give me a can opener, which I refused, indicating that I already had an electric can opener.

Subsequently, he has been seen hugging Rosie and telling her that I am after his body with my mojo. There ain't no more gifts to give. No, not exactly. More likely your mind. I have no need for a manual can opener. Actually, I think the same can be said for our \sc{ufo} visitors, or (as Lobo puts it) the angel people from another planet.

In retrospect, I believe that I have been educated. I do not claim to understand the plan.

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\rightline{\e{As was dictated by events}}
\rightline{September 2, 1977}
\rightline{New York, N.Y. 10011}

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\nonum\chap Selected Bibliography

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\nudge \booktitle{Primary Processes in Photosynthesis}, Martin D. Kamen, Academic Press, New York, 1963.

\booktitle{Biochemistry of Photosynthesis}, R.P.F. Gregory, Wiley Interscience, Belfast, 1971.

\booktitle{Quantum Biochemistry}, Bernard Pullman and Alberto Pullman, Wiley Interscience, New York, 1963.

Other Books mentioned in this text are available at libraries and bookstores by author and title.

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\centerline{\sc{IF YOU SHOULD HAVE ANY}}
\centerline{\sc{QUESTIONS}}
\centerline{\sc{?}}}

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\centerline{Do not hesitate to phone my answering service.}
\centerline{212-691-7950 ext 285}

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\sc{Persons} mentioned in this book are real persons. Names have been changed in certain cases to avert publicity. I do not give out the names of persons who have appeared in this book under a pseudonym. Please do not ask me to do so.

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\nonum\chap Epilogue

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\Q{\e{\dq{If heaven has distributed to me my portion in knavery, I am none of your degenerate spirits who hide the talents they have received.}}}
\Qs{\playtitle{The Blunderer}}

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This quote is from one of the early plays by Molière, the great French playwright and satirist. It is a familiarity with the literature of satire which has sustained me through the comedy of errors described in this volume.

I do not claim at this time to have come to any final conclusions as to the nature of the phenomena which I describe. With regard to metaphysical and philosophical speculation, everything can be said to be in your mind. The question then remains: what is your mind, and where is it?

Alonzo Torres (who is written up in Section 30 and has suffered through various sorts of \sc{esp} slapstick) felt upon reading the manuscript of this book that I had been somehow unfair to him in judgments made about his psychological state at the time of our experiments with induced spirit contact and psychic healing.

\dq{I have a degree in psychology,} Torres asserted. \dq{I prefer not to make absolute judgments. I like to hold the facts in my mind, and weigh the possibilities.}

Certainly, we would all like to be able to judge psychological situations impartially. It is true that no one on earth has this absolute faculty.

I made an error in constructing the \sc{Torres Rebus} which is part of Section 30. In the play written by Alonzo Torres, he does not represent the chess master Capablanca as playing chess \e{with} a pigeon, nor is the girl friend of Capablanca jealous. Actually, according to Torres, the spirit of Capablanca enters a live pigeon, which is then able to play chess with a little boy. However, in Torres' play in any version, a pigeon certainly does play chess.

Due to the unusual nature of my material, I may have made other errors of representation. Sometimes my mind (wherever itis) just would not go all the way around some of the fantastic details which were presented to me.

If I have hurt anybody's feelings, I would like to apologize. In order to protect the mental health of various private individuals, I have used the real name of contactees and others only when this was specifically requested, or when the individual is already a public figure.

Finally, I would like to assert that, while I certainly have no direct memory of living on a vegetable planet such as Bethiwitch describes in Section 1, we here on Earth do not presently know all there is to know about one of our primary life processes: photosynthesis.

Plants somehow eat light, and we eat plants. Given human ignorance of this basic enigma, it is entirely possible that entities more highly evolved than human beings, arriving either from a distant planet or somehow from the mental dimensions of our own solar system, may possess faculties of \sc{esp} and psychokinesis which utilize some of the same time-strange energies which have been observed, but not explained, by modern chemistry and physies.

To these entities, if they exist outside our own collective unconscious, human activity must seem bizarre and ridiculous. They certainly might want to study us.

Perhaps the collective unconscious of the human race is studying itself. In that case, we are now enjoying global paranoia.\fnote{\dq{Soviet Scientists are baffled by a huge mass of light that flared Tuesday in the skies of Petrozavodsk in Soviet Karelia and hovered over the city in the form of a jellyfish sending down a multitude of fine beams, Tass reported today.} \journaltitle{New York Times} 9\slash 23\slash 77.} However, I do not believe that the collective unconscious is responsible for \sc{ufo} phenomena.

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