Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth – A Pantomime of Unrealities – A STRONG BOND OF FRIENDSHIP
On a clear day in early May 1940, in remote country near the village of Townsend, southeast of Helena, Montana, 37-year-old Udo Wartena was moving some boulders at his gold-mining claim. Suddenly there came a loud, turbine-like droning sound, which at first he assumed to be an Army plane that flew periodically in the vicinity. Climbing to higher ground, he was astonished by the sight of an unusual craft, shaped like two soup plates of a stainless-steel colour. It was hovering a short distance away, above a meadow where he had built a small dam using water diverted from a nearby stream. The craft measured over 100 feet in diameter and about 35 feet in height.
A circular stairway with a solid base, forming part of the craft’s hull, lowered, and a man came down and approached the miner. ‘I went to meet him,’ said Wartena. ‘He stopped when we were about 10 or 12 feet apart. He wore a light- grey pair of coveralls, a [circular] cap of the same material on his head, and on his feet were slippers or moccasins.’ The stranger shook hands with Wartena, explaining apologetically that it was not their normal policy to intrude or to allow themselves to be seen. ‘He then asked me if it would be all right if they took some water from the stream,’ said Wartena, ‘and as I could not see why not, I said sure. He then gave a signal and a hose or pipe was let down. His English was like mine, but he spoke slowly, as if he were a linguist and had to pick his way.’
The stranger politely invited Wartena to board the craft. As the bemused witness came directly underneath it, he noticed that the droning sound, though quieter now, seemed to go through him. Once inside, though, the noise was barely perceptible.
We entered into a room about 12 feet by 15 feet, with a close-fitting sliding door on the farther end, indirect lighting near the ceiling, and nice upholstered benches around the sides. There was an older man already in the room, plainly dressed, but his hair was snow-white . . . the younger man’s hair was also white.
Both men were extremely good-looking, with perfect, almost translucent skin, and appeared to be very youthful and strong. Becoming suspicious about their origin, the witness asked where they came from. ‘We live on a distant planet,’ they replied, pointing to the sky. Asked why they wanted to take water from the stream, rather than from a nearby lake, the younger man responded that stream water was purer, as it contained no algae, and that it was ‘convenient’ — which presupposes that they had taken water from there before.
The younger man explained some details of the craft’s propulsion system: As you noticed, we are floating above the ground, and though the ground slopes, the ship is level. There are in the outside rim two flywheels, one turning one way and the other in the opposite direction . . . this gives the ship its own gravitation; or rather, it overcomes the gravitational pull of the Earth and other planets, the Sun and stars. Though this pull is but light, we use [it] to ride on, like you do when you sail on ice.
The ‘flywheels’ or rings, about three feet wide and several inches thick, were separated by rods turned by motors and powered by ‘battery-or transformer-like’ units positioned around the inside perimeter of the craft. For interstellar travel, the craft supposedly could be ‘focused’ on a star and its energy, drawing itself through space at speeds faster than that of light (186,000 miles per second) — ‘skipping upon the light waves’, as they put it. ‘They use gravity,’ Wartena declared, ‘they don’t just overcome it.’ He then asked where they got the energy to run such a large ship. ‘They said from the Sun and other stars, and [they] could store this in [the] batteries, though this was for emergency use only. They carried another source, but did not explain this to me.’ Many years later, Wartena indicated to a family member that hydrogen extracted from the water provided the craft with its fuel source.
As with many such accounts where extraterrestrials explain the capabilities of their crafts, it is not readily apparent how nullifying gravity in itself induces propulsion. In many cases, however, they have made clear their reluctance to elaborate, for the perfectly valid reason that Earthlings would misuse such revolutionary technology. Even so, in my estimation, Wartena seems to have obtained some important clues.
Feeling completely at ease with the cosmonauts, Wartena accepted an invitation to be ‘monitored for impurities’, and a type of ‘X-ray’ machine was passed over his body. Regrettably, no details as to the purpose or result of this physical examination are available. It is worth noting that other contactees, such as Carroll Watts (Chapter 14), have reported being physically examined.
The witness asked his hosts their age. One claimed to be about 600 years of age, and the other, who looked ‘slightly older’ — as well he might — said he was over 900 years old, as we measure time — impressive even by Norcan standards.
They said they spoke many of our languages, and were continually improving their knowledge of them. But why were they coming to Earth? ‘As you have noticed, we look pretty much as you do,’ they told Wartena, ‘so we mingle with you people, gather information, leave instructions, or give help where needed.’ They further explained that they were monitoring the ‘progression or retrogression’ of our society. A deeply committed Christian, Wartena asked if they knew about Jesus and religion. ‘We would like to speak of these things but are unable to do so,’ came the response. ‘We cannot interfere in any way.’
The friendly spacemen invited the witness to come with them, but he declined, explaining that it would inconvenience too many people. ‘Later, I wondered why I said that,’ he remarked. Perhaps his reluctance to accompany them was related to an incident two years earlier, when a young man vanished without trace in the vicinity. Had he gone with the visitors?
Wartena felt that it was now time to take his leave. The men advised him not to discuss his encounter with anyone, as no one would believe him, but said that he could do so in years to come.
As in other such contact encounters, the witness was cautioned to stay well clear of the craft as it took off. ‘When I walked away from the ship, they raised the stairway, and when I got a couple of hundred feet away, I turned round. A number more portholes had opened up and though I could not see anyone, I felt sure they could see me; anyway I waved at them.’ Again came the loud, turbine- like noise, and he watched as the craft lifted off the ground, wobbled briefly, slowly retracted its landing legs, then shot off at high speed. Some type of ‘energy field’ permeated the area, preventing the witness from walking for several hours.
This remarkable story came to me by way of the Australian investigator Warren Aston, who learnt about it from an American source who had known the witness. Udo Wartena, of Dutch descent, was described as unsophisticated and honest by all who knew him, including his wife, whom Aston met. He wrote a full account of the experience but kept the story secret for nearly 30 years before confiding in his closest friend. He died in 1989.
Perhaps the most impressive aspect of the encounter for the witness was the strong bond of friendship he felt towards the cosmonauts. They were men, he stressed, ‘just like us and very nice chaps’, and he felt even ‘love, or comfort’ in their presence. Alas, some reported encounters with extraterrestrials around the world have proven to be less beneficial.