Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth – A Festival of Absurdities – ANGELS UNAWARES?
Shortly before his discharge from the United States Army in June 1946, Allan Edwards was admitted to an Army hospital at Camp Lee, Virginia, suffering from a minor ailment. The main ward being full, he was given a private room.
After a night’s sleep he went down to the ward seeking someone to chat with. Of the patients, some of whom were sitting beside their beds, one stood out. Even from 50 feet away, there was something unusual about this man, noted Edwards who, as an academically trained portrait painter, had made a thorough study of anatomy.
‘I arose and walked the length of the ward to get a closer look,’ said Edwards. ‘The bed at the end of the room on my left was vacant and, assuming it to be his, I asked him if he minded if I sat on it. He smiled and said, “Go right ahead.” I perched on the edge and, trying not to be too obvious, I studied this amazing man.’
He continued:
Never in my life had I seen such beauty, yet there was absolutely nothing feminine about his features. They were perfectly formed. His forehead was extremely high, the fine veins showing faintly through the transparency of the skin at the temples. His blond hair seemed to glow with an inner light of its own; in fact, his entire head seemed to be radiant, whether from the beauty of his complexion or some mysterious factor I did not know. His eyes were softly blue beneath the pure whiteness of his brow and seemed, to me, to be filled with great compassion. His nose was perfectly shaped and the colouring of his cheeks had a freshness and purity that I had never beheld in any human being.
The extraordinary height of his forehead amazed me but the physical characteristic that I found even more unusual was the depth of his head from the forehead to the back. This was definitely an abnormality according to all rules of skeletal structure and yet, as I continued to stare, I realized that for the first time I was seeing perfection.
Edwards then became aware of a strange sensation, a sensation reported by a number of contactees, such as George Adamski, in later years. ‘Somehow I seemed to be in two places at once, as though I were raised up into another dimension,’ he tried to explain. ‘The feeling of well-being was beyond description, almost in the nature of a spiritual experience, and I felt that in some way it was connected with the man seated near me.’
Hesitating to question the stranger, Edwards glanced at the bedside table, hoping to get some clue as to his identity. On it was a pitcher of water, a tumbler and a copy of a pocket magazine called Pageant. The magazine was opened at an article entitled ‘Easter in Oklahoma’, an article later to assume significance. Edwards was called away for a medical examination, then returned to his room. At around midnight, he heard a commotion in the corridor outside.
Peering out, he saw two attendants struggling with a young man who, they explained to Edwards, had been brought into the hospital by the military police, having been badly beaten up during a drunken brawl. Both eyes were black and swollen shut, his forehead was badly bruised, and his nose was a bleeding pulp. The young man was put into the room next to Edwards, who was unable to sleep for hours owing to the groans from the suffering man. At breakfast the following morning, Edwards sat near the strange man, on his right, then looked around the table at the other men.
My eyes rested on a young lad seated at my left at the end of the table. This was the same boy who had been brought in the night before, the one who had been so badly beaten — yet it couldn’t be, there was not a blemish on his face! . . I felt strongly that the man seated on my right had been responsible for this miraculous transfiguration. Again I felt the odd sensation of being in two places at the same time. Was no one else at the table aware of what was taking place? I looked about me at the others. Then I realized that an amazing thing had happened. Each one of the men seated at that table was changed . . . It was as though a grey veil had been lifted off my eyes and for the first time I saw true beauty of colour. I wondered if they were aware of their transfiguration or whether it was some strange trick of my own vision.