Alien Base: The Evidence for Extraterrestrial Colonization of Earth: SPACIAL DILATION
Cases such as the foregoing, involving a craft with a central cylindrical column containing the entrance, have been reported in numerous instances. The following case involves a similar such column, but one which led into a bizarre interior. The encounter, investigated principally by Joel Mesnard, is said to have occurred one Sunday evening in November of 1961 or 1962.
The witness, Michel, about 19 years old at the time, came out of the local cinema at 17.30. It was already dark. Because his adoptive father was playing cards in a nearby cafe, Michel decided to return by himself on his bicycle to their isolated farm, near Bray-sur-Seine, 80 kilometres southeast of Paris. He had at least a kilometre left to ride when, coming from the left of the farm courtyard, he noticed a steady beam of light rising vertically to the sky. ‘The light was orange-red,’ reported Mesnard, ‘and the cylinder of light, with defined edges, rose very high in the sky. The closer Michel came to the farm, the less he understood what was going on . . . he put down his bike and walked around the buildings from the outside of the surrounding wall.’ And there it was.
He came upon an enormous object sitting on the ground, about 50 metres away. The upper cupola, which had portholes, was turning. The lower part was cylindrical and had a large vertical opening. He could see the brightly illuminated inside. It seemed that the lower side of the cylinder was not resting directly on the ground, but that the device was suspended in the air.
Michel continued to approach. He slipped under the flat, central part of the object to where he could look through the opening to the interior. Amazingly, like the ‘Tardis’ (telephone kiosk) in the British TV series Dr Who, the interior was immense, ‘incomparably larger than the cylinder seen from the outside’. It seems to me that this effect may have been due to a local distortion of the ‘space-time continuum’, a phenomenon of a highly advanced technology, and one reported by several other witnesses coming in close proximity to or claiming to have gone inside extraterrestrial craft.
Michel stopped just short of the opening, but did not go in. The interior of the cylinder is described thus: It was immense — at least six metres in diameter, which was about four times the diameter of the exterior. When he looked up, he could see nothing resembling a ceiling. All around the huge cylindrical room, he saw a variety of apparatuses holding moving lights, ‘luminous dials in many colours with characters that moved’. The dominant colors were ‘light violet and deep salmon’. Near, but not at the center, was a vertical column that seemed between 70 centimetres and one metre in diameter and that turned around its axis. What made this rotation visible was something like a cable, wound like a helix around the column, ‘like a snake’ According to Michel’s memory, he was watching this incredible spectacle when the sound of a fan, coming apparently from above, began and increased in intensity as the rotation of the column increased and the dials became brighter. That was when he was thrown back about four or five metres. The portholes on the cupola turned very fast. The opening closed and the cylinder went up into the body of the object. The object became luminous — a bright orange. It tipped, rose, and in an instant disappeared toward the south. In five seconds, it looked like an ordinary star.
Michel did not discuss his encounter with anyone until 1978. Ten years later, he spoke to Joel Mesnard, who points out that, despite the bizarre nature of the report, ‘Michel appears to be as credible as anyone can be and his story is clear and coherent.’
A TALE FROM THE VIENNA WOODS
Bobby is a Filipino pianist, to whom I was introduced in 1962 by my friend John Bingham, the now well-known pianist, when we were fellow- students at the Royal Academy of Music in London. Though Bobby was aware at the time of my interest in the subject of UFOs — knowledge which may bear on the validity of his story — I include his alleged encounter here because not only did he seem genuinely disturbed by it, but also because there are parallels with certain other encounters which he could not have known about at the time.
He described his experiences in a handwritten manuscript and gave it to me to do with as I wished, with the proviso that I never publish his full name. ‘It is not that I could not bear to expose myself to a barrage of questions and cross-examinations under the trained eye of psychologists, psychiatrists, medical doctors, priests, scientists and space experts,’ he wrote, ‘but rather because the prevailing controversy would definitely affect my parents. I don’t want to hurt them because they want to lead a simple and peaceful life.’
From 1961 to 1963, Bobby studied piano at the Vienna Akademie. At the beginning of October 1962, he began to hear a peculiar, high-pitched sound from time to time. ‘It had a certain frequency of its own, and was immensely soothing,’ he wrote. At other times he would feel restless, accompanied by a presentiment that something was about to happen. Most peculiar were the ‘telepathic messages and mental pictures’ he began receiving at frequent intervals.
I could not decipher the source, but I felt strongly that I was being contacted mysteriously through my brain and heart. How I knew this, I could not say. All I know is that I was under the control of some strange, mysterious power — evil or good, I didn’t know . . . Sometimes, as I practised during the day, I would suddenly stop, because right in front of me, on the music, was superimposed a picture of a place, a lovely green forest. I could not understand the significance of this picture, but deep down it had somehow a strong influence over me. The only thing that bothered me was that I didn’t know where the forest was.
These images and presentiments culminated in an encounter with a landed craft and its occupants on 8 October 1962. At around 16.00, Bobby found himself ‘impressed’ to leave his flat. ‘A tram came by and I boarded it,’ he wrote. ‘People gazed at me sitting quietly, yet looking nervous. My mind went whirling round and round and my heart was thumping fast. I alighted at Schöttentor and took another tram to Grinzing. I began to sense that something was going to happen before evening. How could I explain this strong feeling? Alighting at Grinzing, I took a bus to the Vienna Woods. Was I being guided toward a particular place?’
It was several minutes before I reached the place, in nice countryside, quiet and peaceful. It was a weekday and so very few people were strolling around. I went on, walking aimlessly, though it was as if I was being guided in a particular direction. My mind suddenly went blank and my heart began to beat normally: I felt so calm and collected. After half an hour of aimless walking, I found myself in a forest. My sense of direction told me I was no longer in the Vienna Woods. Where then? I could not pinpoint the exact location, but it must have been in one of the forests beyond the Vienna Woods.
It was strange that being lost did not bother me at the time. Instead of going back, I went deeper into the forest. I looked up at the tall, forbidding-looking trees and saw that the sky was overcast and the wind blowing in gusts. I suddenly noticed and felt around me a strange stillness, like that before a storm, with no sound of birds twittering to break the sinister and deadly silence. The air was cold and biting and the mist arising . . .
After several minutes of walking on in the gathering dusk, Bobby came to a small clearing in the forest. It was then that he heard a peculiar swishing sound behind a clump of trees.
I looked up and saw the leaves and branches of the trees shaking, disturbed by the sudden rushing of air coming out from a strange object. I could hear the whistling sound the object made as it glided smoothly and nearer towards where I stood. I watched in awe, in great fear and deep curiosity . . . I wanted to run away but my feet were tied to the ground. I tried to scream in fright but my voice didn’t come out. I even attempted to close my eyes to blot out this unreality, but they continued gazing straight at the object. Was I being controlled by some power behind it? Was I seeing visions that were only created by my imagination? Or were they real? Thank God! It was real.
The object, which was a flying saucer, landed on legs about 100 feet from me. A sliding door opened and a steel stairway protruded outwards then dropped to the ground. A figure came out, accompanied by two others. They were all dressed in a tight-fitting, black-brown suit which extended from their black, heavy-looking shoes up to their head. The only parts not covered by this suit were their faces and hands, which were covered by a thin, transparent, black material. Around their faces they wore a glass visor with twotube-like things starting under their chins, hanging on their shoulder bladesand extending to their back, ending in a sort of oxygen tank, from where they took their supply to breathe. They had the faces of human beings and musthave been about five feet five inches to six feet tall, with lean but strong-looking bodies. I could not judge the exact height because they were not all of the same size.
Someone said something which seemed like a question, but I couldn’t understand a word. I remained quiet and watched for further developments.Hearing no reply from me, the leader pressed a button on a small box he wascarrying and presently the box gave out a red light whose beams fell right before my eyes. I did not feel any effect at all, except that it was soothing tothe eyes . . . Maybe it did have an effect on me after all, because after a few seconds the leader switched off the red light and asked me a question in English, though he had a slight accent, rather similar to that of Germans.
‘Would you like to be one of us?’ he said. ‘No,’ I answered unemotionally, in a dry and uninterested tone. ‘Would you like to visit our place?’ the leader asked, in a kind, gentle tone with no element of threat, harm or evil in it. I still answered, ‘No.’ Maybe I replied automatically, without stopping to think, or maybe it was because I was frightened out of my wits, but I cannot describe the exact feeling I had at that moment. All I can say is that I was somewhere between reality and unreality.
The leader looked at me as I reached for something inside my coat pocket.’Stop!’ he shouted, and I did so immediately, out of fear. A beam of red light fell on my pocket. Shortly afterwards he said, ‘You can take out your eye —glasses.’ How could he know my glasses were in my pocket? Was the red light responsible for this strange information? I put on my glasses and observed their countenance. The leader’s companions were all quiet, absorbed possibly in their own thoughts, sizing me up and the immediate surroundings. ‘Finally, the leader ventured forth a message which I have put down in writing as best as I can remember,’ Bobby continued. ‘The message may be interpreted by people in different ways, according to their own liking and thinking; however, I believe it has great significance.’
We come to your planet not for a visit but to deliver a message which may well serve as a warning to mankind. We cannot and must not reveal from which planet, star or moon we come from, because of the imminent danger of your people contriving all possible means and resources to conquer space and eventually to try and conquer us, although we could fight back and wipe out your mean and selfish humanity.
Within your planet, there is continuous strife among nations for power and domination, and within every nation there is dissension and dissatisfaction among the masses. Within a family and family relations there is still enmity, intrigues and conspiracies, and within an individual’s mind there is still a continuous struggle between good and bad, evil and purity, generosity and selfishness. Why? Because there is so much selfishness on your planet, meanness, cruelty, wickedness and evil; more than good, purity and generosity.
Observe carefully the great mass of humanity killing each other through centuries of war and strife. And for what purpose? For power and domination; the intense desire to dominate and subjugate . . . There are thousands of good people on your planet, but the mean and selfish humanity outnumbers the good by millions and millions.
Unless there is a radical change starting now, from an individual’s mind, within a family and family relations, within a nation and between nations, your people will all be destroyed by their own selfishness for power and domination. Not until your humanity is completely wiped out will there ever be peace on Earth. The danger of atomic war between nations is imminent . . .
It may not be now, it may be centuries from now, but the end will still come. There is no turning back for your people. Some day you will all be wiped out by your own greediness, and ifafew good people live through, then they will propagate and breed an unselfish humanity and no longer will there be a continuous strife between nations, within a nation, within a family and family relations, and within an individual mind, and there will be peace on Earth at last.
There is a great and possible danger, too, that your humanity’s intense desire to conquer, eventually seeking power and domination over the other planets, will mean only a complete massacre for Earthmen, because other planets will retaliate with terrifying power and force, only because of their fear of your selfish humanity coming to their planets and spreading greed and evil around.
This is our message. Transmit it and let humanity beware! ‘The leader looked at me after he had finished his message and smiled. Was it out of pity, friendliness or mockery? I am sure it was a smile of pity because of the inevitable end the Earth will come to some day.’
As the leader was on the point of re-entering the craft, he turned round to address Bobby with a final message: Your seeing us will greatly affect your body as well as your life a great deal.
There are three possible consequences for you: you might die in April 1963 because of shock; we may take you to visit our place; or you might not die in April 1963, in which case you will lead a normal life again but with occasional mental and visual contacts from us until such time as we decide not to bother you again. ‘The leader gave me a last farewell smile and went inside. The steel stairs went up, and the saucer got ready to leave,’ wrote Bobby. ‘I stood in the dusk and watched it whisk away, leaving me in a predicament I felt that something had gone away from my life. I cannot describe how lonely and helpless I felt . . .
Not technically-minded, Bobby provided few configurational details of the craft, though he did tell me that a series of what looked like rectangular windows surrounded the central section, where the door opened out. I made a sketch in 1964, with his guidance. Interestingly, it accords with that made by the British engineer ‘H.M.’ in South Africa in 1951 (see p. 92), whose account was not published until 1977. Also, his description of the box held by the leader — presumably a translating device — is reported in a number of other cases, such as the Leeds encounter in 1976
Assuming some substance to this story, one can only wonder at the lack of perspicacity displayed by these particular extraterrestrials. Why select an individual of a nervous disposition who would hardly dare to tell even his own family — much less humanity at large — about his experience? Even if he had broadcast the message to all and sundry, would it have made the slightest difference? Of course not. In any event, it is published here for the first time, nearly four decades after the event. ‘I had to write down my strange experiences because only by writing could I attain peace of mind,’ wrote Bobby. ‘I seek no publicity of any kind because it will surely ruin me in my own country.’
Bobby was affected deeply by his experiences. Sometime in the spring of 1963 he did indeed suffer a mild heart attack in Vienna, as he had been warned might happen. Fortunately, he made a full recovery. Although no further physical contacts ensued, he told me that from the end of 1962 to July 1964, the extraterrestrials communicated with him by means of images, projected on to the mirror of his room in the house in Beckenham, southeast London, where he lived at the time with a number of other students, including John Bingham. The images seemed to be generated by, or projected from, a red light in the sky.
From a small point on the window pane, a beam of red light fanned out until it struck the mirror on the wardrobe opposite. Within a circular image of about one foot in diameter, a face was seen and a voice heard. The discourses were mainly philosophical, Bobby told me, though he was reluctant to disclose any of the information he received in that way.
During the time I knew Bobby personally, I found him to be a gentle and honest soul, not lacking in a keen sense of humour. He is, incidentally, also a fine pianist who for many years was professor of piano at a certain university on the east coast of the United States. I find it difficult to believe that he fabricated the story, if only for the reason that he was invariably reluctant to discuss it — even with me.
I asked John Bingham, who had known Bobby for longer than I had, if he believed the story. ‘I would say that I know he was telling the truth,’ he responded, ‘because of a certain extraordinary experience I had when he was having those communications, when I also saw an identical projected image.
That proved to me he was not telling lies. 12 Bobby believed that most people who have had the ‘rare privilege’ of witnessing ‘strange beings or visions from other planets’ suffer from depression and other sequelae, owing to the futility of trying to prove their experience to others. Others can be driven to the point of madness or even suicide. ‘A few tend to laugh off these strange happenings, only to fail in the end,’ he wrote. ‘Others who are strong-willed and full of initiative and drive are able to forget about these incidents by erasing them from their minds, and are then able to settle back to normal lives . . .