Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth – A Festival of Absurdities – A TOWN CALLED CEMENT
Edwards was profoundly moved by these experiences. He also began to have repetitious dreams about cement and concrete. ‘I seemed to be involved in mixing it, pouring it and even being buried in it,’ he wrote Six weeks later, immediately after his discharge from the Army, he bought a copy of Pageant magazine with the article ‘Easter in Oklahoma’. This told about the annual pilgrimage to Lawton, a small town in the southern part of the state.
Every Easter a pageant, depicting the last days of Christ, was held by the townspeople and attended by thousands from all over the country. Edwards wrote to the Lawton Chamber of Commerce to learn more about the town, and soon received a package of brochures extolling its virtues. Because Edwards and his wife had no plans for the future, they decided to move to Lawton. It was, he said, ‘a decision based on nothing more than an article in a pocket magazine’.
A few days before they were due to leave, Edwards was walking down the main street of Petersburg, Virginia, where he had been living during his Army service. Walking in the same direction on the other side of the street was the extraordinary man whom he had encountered at Camp Lee, accompanied by another man. Both were wearing US Army uniforms. Edwards crossed the street and followed them. The men parted company when they reached the corner, and Edwards made his approach.
I caught up with him, a thousand questions on my tongue. I found myself looking up at him: I am fairly tall but he towered above me. I managed to stammer out, ‘Do you remember me?’ He smiled and said, ‘Yes, you were in the hospital at Camp Lee.’ All the questions that I wanted to ask him suddenly disappeared and I found myself saying, ‘We are going to move to Lawton, Oklahoma,’ . . . he said, ‘I come from a small town near Lawton called Cement.’
Edwards introduced himself, and the stranger gave his name as Suder. ‘I cannot recall any further conversation [and] he walked away until I lost sight of him when he turned a corner.’
Within a few days, Edwards and his wife realized that Lawton was not the place they wanted to live in, so they packed their belongings and moved to Los Angeles. Several years later, Edwards returned to Oklahoma and made a point of visiting Cement. No one there had ever heard of a man called Suder, and there the matter ended.