34 Government Officials Break 80-Year UFO Cover-Up

"The documentary asserts that an extensive, 80-year cover-up has obscured government knowledge of advanced nonhuman intelligence (NHI) and, perhaps more significantly, reverse-engineering efforts involving technology recovered from crash sites."

A Landmark Moment for Transparency

In a rare display of bipartisan unity, members of Congress recently gathered to witness one of the most significant documentary screenings in modern legislative history. "The Age of Disclosure," (ad) a film featuring 34 current and former high-

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ranking government, military, and intelligence officials, represents a watershed moment in the decades-long struggle to bring transparency to the Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena (UAP) issue. The congressional screening signals that the once-stigmatized topic of UFOs has transcended the realm of fringe theories and entered the halls of serious policy discussion.

The documentary itself premiered earlier this year at South by Southwest before eventually making its way to Capitol Hill, where it commanded the attention of lawmakers from both sides of the political aisle. This convergence of entertainment and governance speaks volumes about how far the disclosure movement has progressed since the days when even mentioning UFOs could derail a political career. No longer confined to late-night talk shows and conspiracy websites, the UAP phenomenon now demands engagement at the highest levels of American government.

An 80-Year Cover-Up Exposed

According to those who screened the film, "The Age of Disclosure" presents startling allegations backed by senior officials willing to place their credibility and reputations on the line. The documentary asserts that an extensive, 80-year cover-up has obscured government knowledge of advanced nonhuman intelligence and, perhaps more significantly, reverse-engineering efforts involving technology recovered from crash sites. These are extraordinary claims, but they emerge from the mouths of individuals who have held positions of tremendous responsibility within the nation's defense and intelligence apparatus.

Jay Stratton, former director of the Pentagon's UAP Task Force, appears in the film to make claims that would have been unthinkable in official channels just years ago. Such testimonies from decorated military officers and intelligence professionals represent a fundamental shift in the credibility and seriousness surrounding the subject. When someone of this stature goes on record with such assertions, it demands attention from policymakers and the public alike.

Political Momentum Builds for Legislation

The congressional screening was strategically timed to generate support for the UAP Disclosure Act, a bipartisan legislative effort championed by Senator Chuck Schumer (D-NY) and Senator Mike Rounds (R-SD). This proposed legislation aims directly at dismantling the secrecy that has long shrouded government UFO research and investigations. The fact that Rounds himself appears in the documentary underscores the genuine bipartisan consensus emerging around the need for transparency on this issue.

Representative Eric Burlison (R-MO) articulated the growing impatience among lawmakers during an interview at the screening. "I think we've had enough hearings," Burlison stated bluntly. "It's now time for hard evidence or 'receipts.'" His frustration reflects a broader sentiment among disclosure advocates: mere investigations and hearings, while valuable, must eventually yield to concrete action and the public release of classified materials. Burlison went further, suggesting that President Trump could issue an executive order "tomorrow" to advance transparency efforts, a call echoing throughout the disclosure community.

The Whistle-blower Protection Imperative

A critical component of the disclosure movement centers on protecting those willing to come forward with information. Burlison emphasized the necessity for enhanced legislation to safeguard whistle-blowers from retaliation—a concern that reflects the very real experiences of military personnel and government employees who have faced professional consequences for speaking about UAP incidents. As more officials step into the public eye, protecting their legal standing and career prospects becomes increasingly essential.

Reaching Across the Aisle

Senator Kirsten Gillibrand (D-NY), though unable to attend the screening in person, sent a statement affirming her commitment to transparency and destigmatization. She pledged to work within Congress to "eliminate the stigma" surrounding UAP reporting and to ensure that classified records are properly disclosed. Such statements from high-ranking Democrats demonstrate that disclosure advocacy transcends traditional party divisions, grounded instead in principles of government transparency and national security.

The diverse array of officials featured in the documentary—ranging from military leaders to intelligence professionals to elected representatives—reflects this bipartisan character. Secretary of State Marco Rubio and other Trump administration figures appear alongside Democratic officials, signaling genuine consensus that the American public deserves answers about what their government has known regarding UAPs.

The Documentary's Role in the Broader Movement

Producer Dan Farah spent three years crafting "The Age of Disclosure," operating under strict conditions of secrecy to cultivate relationships with insiders willing to participate. His production represents not merely entertainment but a strategic tool within the disclosure advocacy ecosystem. By presenting these officials on film, the documentary creates a public record that transcends classified briefings, congressional hearings, and backroom political discussions. This media strategy acknowledges that public opinion and media pressure remain powerful catalysts for governmental action.

A Crossroads for Transparency

The congressional screening of "The Age of Disclosure" arrives at a pivotal juncture for the UAP disclosure movement. After years of incremental progress—from military whistle-blowers testifying before Congress to legislative proposals advancing protection for witnesses—the moment demands decisive action. The audience of bipartisan lawmakers, equipped with both the documentary evidence and direct pleas from credentialed officials, now faces a choice about whether to maintain the status quo or push their respective leadership for tangible change.

The question facing Washington is no longer whether to discuss UAPs seriously, but rather how quickly the government can transition from disclosure rhetoric to disclosure action. With both legislative proposals on the table and a new administration poised to set policy direction, the window for meaningful change may be narrower than ever before.

See Also:

	Alien Doc, “The Age of Disclosure” Stuns Crowd
	UFO Disclosure: Why Hollywood Matters
	Lawmakers Warned, UFOs / UAP Are a Potential Threat To National Security | Congressional Hearing

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Ex-USAF Security Policeman Tells of Being Abducted by Aliens

The 1964 Incident Occurred at One of Vandenberg AFB’s Minuteman Missile Test Sites

Former US Air Force Security Policeman Richard L. Barth emailed me recently, after having watched my September 2024 interview on Australian journalist Ross Coulthart’s Reality Check podcast, during which I had discussed my five-decade-long investigation of UAP activity at US nuclear weapon deployment sites and test ranges. Barth summarized an intriguing experience he had while in the US Air Force involving Non-Human Intelligences (NHI) and provided me with his military service record, known as a DD214, which verified that in 1964, he had been stationed at Vandenberg AFB, California, assigned to the 4392nd Combat Defense Squadron,

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whose members guarded numerous missile test facilities located along the Pacific coastline adjacent to the base.

The best-known UAP case at Vandenberg during that era was the September 15, 1964 Big Sur UFO Incident, involving the inadvertent filming of a domed-disc craft that paced a dummy nuclear warhead in flight, before shooting it down with plasma-like beams of light. The astounding encounter was first publicized in 1982, by former USAF Lieutenant (now Dr.) Bob Jacobs, who had headed-up the telescopic photography team.

Shortly thereafter, the reality of the event was verified by retired Major Florenze Mansmann, who had been Vandenberg’s chief photo analyst in the early 1960s. Much later, in 2023, former Department of Defense counter-intelligence officer and special agent Lue Elizondo publicly confirmed that he had watched the dramatic film footage, on a DVD, while he was director of the Advanced Aerospace Threat Identification Program (AATIP) at the Pentagon.

Now, in light of Richard Barth’s recent revelations—which I believe to be credible—it appears that another remarkable, UFO/NHI event occurred at Vandenberg in September 1964.

Following his October 18, 2025 email to me, I called Barth and he provided additional details about his experience. Later on, additional emailed exchanges between us yielded still more information. Below I have integrated the statements that he made in his initial correspondence with those excerpted from all of the other communications:

I was assigned to Vandenberg AFB on July 1, 1964, after washing-out of an undergraduate navigator cadet program, due to failing night celestial navigation. The condition of my Air Force enlistment was that I could be discharged from active duty after serving out my [two-year] selective service obligation. I was not planning to make the military my career so I selected guard duty at Vandenberg which required minimal training, rather than reenlisting in a field of my choice.

The Combat Defense Squadron was composed of four [groups called] flights. After finishing a cycle of three swing-shifts, three nights, and three days, followed by three days off, each flight was reassigned to a new sector, such as the Thor missile sites in F sector. During the month of September 1964, my flight—A Flight—was assigned to the Minuteman sites in D sector, where the incident took place.

I was on the night shift at site D5, where an active, unarmed missile was being prepared for a later launch. The coast where D sector is located was covered by a dense fog. The site was illuminated by a bright light similar to the ones on sports fields. The effect was that I was inside a dome, roughly 50-feet in diameter, surrounded by a thick wall of fog.

Around 2:00 a.m., shortly after the duty sergeant left, having delivered my box lunch, I became aware of a presence, and could make out the shadow of a human figure just inside the wall of fog. My first impression was that the duty sergeant had returned on foot to my post, but as the figure became clearer, it appeared to be an officer dressed in an Air Force-issue rain coat and garrison cap with a rain cover.

As the figure moved closer, I suddenly had the strong sense that he was penetrating my mind! Although I don't recall the entity communicating with me telepathically [at that point], I did feel that it had full control of my body, I became frightened and tried reaching for the 38 cal. Colt pistol carried by most of the guards while on duty, but my arm was suddenly paralyzed. As the figure continued to approach, a feeling of terror overcame me. In my mind, I can clearly see the entity approaching me, but I cannot recall its face. I'm sure the terror I experienced had something to do with its appearance but, to this day, if try to recall the face, it's blanked out. Perhaps that's a defense mechanism protecting me from further trauma.

I backed into the guard shack behind me, but realized that I was trapped. I pushed so hard against the shelf at the back of the shack, trying to get out, that I could feel excruciating pain. Then I blacked-out.

When I came to, I found myself on my knees in a dark room, facing a hole in the floor about three feet in diameter. All I could see through the hole was a gray fog. I sensed a figure next to me on my right. I wanted to look at it, but I was getting a message, telepathically, not to look and to keep looking through the hole. Although there seemed to be no cover over the hole, such as glass or acrylic, the room felt warm and comfortable. I did not feel afraid but I was curious about what was going on.

After a few moments, the fog beyond the hole parted, and I could see—from above, as if I was in the air—the entrance to site D11, which was located across the road and about a thousand yards to the south of site D5. As I watched, a flatbed truck loaded with pipes pulled up to the gate. A guard came out of his shed, approached the right side of the truck, apparently talking to the men inside, then proceeded to open the gate and allowed the truck to enter the site. No one seemed aware of our presence above them. From what I could figure, site D11 was being refurbished after a recent launch. The fog then reappeared, obscuring the scene visible through the hole. To this day, I have no idea why I was shown site D11.

I then lifted my head and looked across the room above the hole, even though I sensed that I was not supposed to. I could see the silhouettes of four small figures sitting on a bench that seemed to be made from a mold of the same material as the room. Because the room was dark, and the figures were dark-colored and backlit from light seemingly emitted from the wall, I could not make out much detail, although I could discern that they had large eyes, were bald, with large heads and short thick necks, making them look like newborn babies. The figures were silent and just seemed to be observing me.

The next thing I remember is waking up lying prone on the floor of the guard shack with my head on the lap of an entity that seemed human. I kept my eyes tightly shut, as if by command, and did not try to look at him. The entity was telepathically communicating that he was sorry that I had been traumatized, but it was necessary for them to gain intelligence about the missile silo—stating that they needed to find a way to prevent the launch of our missiles in the event of nuclear war.

He also stated that the Earth was a valuable asset for them, and they would not allow us to destroy it. He stated there were more than one species of aliens, some not so benevolent as his, and that they were restrained by a treaty among themselves not to intervene in human affairs unless we put the planet at risk, such as by a nuclear holocaust.

The implication, as I understood it, was that the various groups of entities did not get along well among themselves, and that in the event they had to intervene, they might end up in conflict among themselves over who would take control in the aftermath. I felt relieved that we would not be allowed to annihilate ourselves, but was not optimistic that in the event they had to intervene, things would bode well for our species.

Then a feeling came over me that I shall never forget. I began to feel a hundred times safer and more secure than a newborn baby in its mother’s arms. It was pure love. The entity left, but I kept my eyes shut for another ten minutes or so, savoring the feeling imposed upon me by him. When I opened them, the sun was beginning to shine over the ridge of hills to the east, leaving a slight yellow glow on the ocean.

I noticed a chipmunk gnawing on something he picked up from the grass. He looked straight at me, and I felt a deep love for him, and all living things. Shortly after, my relief arrived, and I rode back to the base in the bed of one of the dark blue pickup trucks used to transport the guards to and from their posts. By the time I got back to the base, all memories of the night before had been erased.

However, two weeks later, early in morning, shortly after I awakened, the events of that night came flooding back. Some will claim it was a dream, but I know the difference between dreaming and reality. This was real. I looked over to my roommate, wondering whether I should tell him what I experienced, but he was still asleep. I thought of reporting the incident, but to who? And then I thought what if they would deem me crazy, leaving me with a medical rather than an honorable discharge, creating a stigma that would follow me forever.

At that moment, I felt a strong telepathic command that I was to tell no one of the incident, and for the next 20 years I kept it to myself, although I became a strong UFO buff, hoping to find the answers to what happened that night.

Eventually, I began telling a few friends I trusted who would not think that I was being a little fanciful. I even called the radio show, Coast to Coast, after Art Bell interviewed the author of a book that specifically covered UFO sightings at nuclear sites and missile bases, including Vandenberg. Several years later, during another show, my call was taken by George Noory, who now hosts Coast to Coast, while interviewing a guest with a similar book. [RH: I believe that I was the author in this case. Noory interviewed me a few years ago.]

I am 82-years-old now, and not in the best of health. I have had a fulfilling career as a Registered Nurse, and as an adjunct Nursing instructor at the local colleges here in Palm Desert, California. I am not seeking notoriety, nor am I interested in writing a book on Ufology. I earnestly believe my experience at Vandenberg AFB in 1964 was real, and that it can contribute to the database of overwhelming evidence that, in spite of all the shortcomings of the human race, we are being watched over by entities far in advance of ourselves.

During each of my interactions with Barth, I found him to be candid, articulate and convincing. His level-headed and understated manner lent credibility to his narrative and I subsequently put him in touch with Dr. Bob Jacobs, who was equally impressed with him.

One obviously important aspect of Barth’s abduction account involves the participation of a human-appearing entity, apparently dressed in US military garb, clearly working with the other non-human entities he saw, who we now generally refer to as the Grays. Given that the “military man” spoke to Barth telepathically almost certainly means that, despite outward appearances, he was not actually human. As some readers will know, the abduction literature database contains numerous reports of this particular phenomenon—abductees witnessing human-like aliens working together with other types of NHIs—so Barth’s story is not unique in this respect. (Travis Walton’s account is another example.)

Significantly, of the 169 military veterans whom I’ve interviewed about their involvement in nuclear weapon systems-related UFO incidents, seven—Barth now makes eight—have also reported experiencing abductions by NHIs. Of those, one individual reports having seen two figures dressed in US military uniforms associating with Grays; another describes witnessing either humans or human-like entities in unidentifiable uniforms of some sort, also working with them.

A second important element in Barth’s account involves what can be only be described as a transcendent, spiritual outlook that abruptly overwhelmed him—apparently implanted in his mind by the human-like entity, as Barth’s head rested in its lap—whereby he experienced an intense sense of love for all living creatures. This instant, inexplicable mental transformation has also been reported in other abduction accounts, with abductees describing how they suddenly, profoundly understood the connection between all sentient beings in the universe. Many further report that this mystical afterglow lasted the remainder of their lives. So, Barth’s description of this particular aspect of his experience is in fact echoed by other abductees.

(To be sure, a great many accounts in the abduction literature are anything but spiritual in tone, with the experiencers expressing a feeling of pure terror throughout the entirety of the encounter, as well as having a sense of foreboding afterward that future abductions were possible, if not certain.)

Regarding Barth’s receiving a telepathic message from the human-like entity, in which he was told that the NHIs monitoring our planet would not allow the superpowers of that era—the United States and the Soviet Union—to engage in nuclear war because “the Earth is a valuable asset” for them, this assertion reflects my own opinion about a possible motivation underlying the entities’ now well-documented, decades-long surveillance of, and occasional interference with, American and Russian nuclear missile systems.

That is, if one or more NHI groups have a permanent presence here—perhaps in bases under the ocean—and engage in ongoing activities of one kind or another relating to their plans and goals, then one would expect them to take steps to safeguard their own interests. For example, performing technological feats such as knocking large numbers of ICBMs offline, to forcefully make a point, so as to get the attention of those controlling the nukes in the US and USSR. Several of the military veterans whom I’ve interviewed over the years say that these missile-shutdown events have occurred repeatedly.

Such provocative but essentially covert actions would selectively let the governmental leaders of each country know about the entities’ presence and pointed displeasure with our having and threatening to use nuclear weapons. But, at the same time, due to the secrecy imposed on the missile-shutdown incidents by the military, the vast majority of humans would remain in the dark regarding these shocking developments. If the NHIs were not ready to fully reveal themselves to all of humankind, this strategy would permit them to express their concern regarding the potential for nuclear war, and yet effectively preserve the status quo, in terms of the public remaining oblivious to their presence.

If this scenario has merit, one hopes that in addition to protecting their own interests, the entities would also have, at least to some degree, an altruistic impulse toward our own species and all of the other lifeforms on Earth that would be catastrophically impacted by a large-scale nuclear exchange.

As for Barth being told that there is more than one species of NHI operating here, the anecdotal data support this claim, if one accepts the validity of various experiencers’ independent reports of having encountered different types of aliens—ranging from human-like to reptilian—during their abduction experiences.

Further, given what Barth personally witnessed, as well as similar accounts by other abductees, it seems that in some cases two different species of NHI are indeed working together, at least in their operations involving abducting humans. For example, Grays and “Nordics” or Grays and the Mantis-like beings.

While I understand that none of these reports from experiencers even remotely constitute scientific evidence, the occurrence of widespread and ongoing accounts of alien abduction is undeniable and, I have no doubt, this phenomenon will be accepted as “real” at some point. Of course, as an abductee myself, who has repeatedly experienced the physical reality of these amazing encounters, I am admittedly biased about the prospect of this realization materializing sooner or later, among our species as a whole.

Finally, Richard Barth had a second UAP-related experience at Vandenberg some six months after his abduction encounter, involving a dramatic orb sighting, which will be the subject of a forthcoming article.

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See Also:

	UFOs at Missile Base: AARO Deputy Director Misstates Facts
	USAF Security Policeman Sights Orbs Near ICBM Launch Site
	Big Sur UFO Disclosures: Revealing Private Letters Tell All

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First Flying Saucer Convention 1954: Eyewitness Report from Giant Rock

The first "Flying Saucer" convention had been set for Sunday, 4th of April, 1954, and I found myself with an invitation to attend with the Dean of the Flying Saucers, Frank Scully. With his book "Behind the Flying Saucers" he had 'placed his surviving foot in the

By Ann McKittrick The UFO Chronicles 4-10-1954

door' of what has become a vast, cosmic, limitless room. While he stands, surprised at the furore, others come along with stories of explorations beyond belief.

Dawn had scarcely broken when I found myself awake and excited over the proposed adventure. The Palm Springs morning was clear and lovely as always, Frank and his wife, Alice, I hoped were peacefully asleep in the guest room.

I thought of the things I had heard since my friend, Lily, a Southern Belle, had come to visit me, bringing with her a consuming interest in matters Saucerian. She wanted to talk with Adamski or Scully : We had tea with Mr. Scully, an old neighbor on Whitley Heights. His attitude was, and consistently is, that he was simply a reporter... he wrote what he heard the Scientists say. Later he put it even more tersely and to the point: "I maintain a Chekovian detachment." He has never seen a Flying Saucer.

Not so Kay Mullendore, whose lectures we heard : She is the 'Mama' of the F.S and the first woman to lecture on whatever was known of them..and she knew a lot. She told us that at Giant Rock, in the desert, where the convention is scheduled to take place, there is a man named George Van Tassel. He is a former air pilot, and for several years he has been receiving interstellar communications. There is a room under the Giant Rock and she herself has attended many of the 'seances' with fifty or sixty other people and has many transcriptions and tape recordings of the messages. She was present, she says, when a radio ham operator named George Williamson met Mr. Van Tassel for the first time. He, too had been receiving interplanetary dispatches by way of International Morse Code. Kay said that their data, separately received, tallied in every particulate.

The morning moved on. Alice reports that Frank has had a rugged night, and was quite ill. But he is F.S. Frank Scully Flying Saucer, has a part to play today and the Show Must Go On..and it did and we did!

Alice at the wheel, we turn off th highway after a few miles, and are in desert country. From the road long sandy wastes reach to distant mountains. Suddenly grotesque Joshua trees rise all around us,a few villages and then more desert. Frank listens with polite interest to all the tales I have picked up. There may be grains of truth, but around an idea like this, there is bound to be confusion, misinterpretation the dreadful muddle of crackpotism.'But', I quoted Somebody, "Truth crushed to earth, will rise again." Frank and Alice agreed.

By this time we are well out into the desert. The mountains have closed in a little and the roads is a single path, sandy and difficult to navigate, but Alice drives on, pulling to the side into deep sand to allow oncoming cars to pass. We seem to be a thousand miles from nowhere;the Space people couldnt have asked for a more inaccessible spot.

The very first sign appears at long last: There's a stick in the sand at a crossroad; it has a narrow red rag bobbing a little in the almost nonexistent breeze. What an insignificant bit of rag, I thought, to be the precursor of what portends the best colossal, earthshaking marvel...speaking acquaintance with worlds outside our own.

A sign accompanies the flag; 'George and the Gang Welcome You.' More in keeping with the sign is another sign that says simply: Spacecraft Conventions. Here as a new term. It seems the nickname derived from Kenneth Arnold, who was the first man to see the craft, near Mt. Ranier. He spoke of them as 'saucer-like'; they moved like a saucer skipping on the water, with an undulating movement.

More heavy, dusty road and then in the distance the spectacle appears like a desert mirage. Thousands of people, cars..and some airplanes. Rising above it all is the Giant rock itself : There is a red flag on top, it is shaped like a stocking. As we draw nearer we see that there is a large second rock, whitewashed, and to the left of us a mountain of rocks. Its side is covered with men, women and children sitting on the ledges, all looking toward a speaker who is on a stand erected on a small building. Our car moves thru the throngs who are standing, or sitting on cushions, army cots, boxes and newspaper, or are milling about. I feel like a companion to Calpurnia on a triumphal entry with Caesar. I try to see the people. My first impression of them and a continuing impression was of people on a holiday, on a picnic, at the beach. Outdoor people in bright plaid shirts and with sun glasses. The women for the most part in slacks and shorts. To my right are many airplanes, their owners calmly sitting in the shade of the wings. All are intently listening to the speaker. He is George Williamson, the radio operator from Wyoming, who is telling his story. "The Space People are friendly, they are good, they are peaceful" he is saying.

Mr. Scully has been recognized and I become alert to see the men who will approach us. First comes a young, tanned handsome man. He has a good, intelligent face. He is Jerry Baker; he has sort of adopted Mr. Scully with a 'let's get to the bottom of this saucer business' attitude. He reports that everything is well organized and is going nicely. There are five thousand people and about thirty five airplanes, from everywhere!

Then comes a Mr. Dorsey. He has been here all night, nearly a thousand people were there for the night. In trailers, sleeping bags, army cots etc. They were rewarded, for at about midnight there was a huge explosion. There was a great flash, a sharp report and about five a nutes later a loud blast with a rumbling and shaking everywhere. The people thought it was the Space fireballs exploding, but, he added, there is a Navy base over the mountain and it may have been some kind of detonation. Later I asked Frank why they didnt find out if it was the Navy. "There is no one to follow up these things "he said," I'm only a writer, I cant do it." I watch the crowd, but tune in enough to hear Mr. Dorsey speak of 'strange people.' The woman from Hollywood with the slanting eyes and odd face; and then Paul, whose grandfather is an Indian and who has done so much good work on the Dean.' Gracious, I thought, Space People!!!

Now to the car comes Mr. Van Tassel; My first thought is of Mr. Lindberg! The man is lean, tanned, slim and fairly tall. Blue eyes that are not piercing, but have looked far into the distance, like a mariner's. He is friendly and pleased to greet Mr. Scully. They speak of the explosion..."High in the air", he says " a big, radiant flash in the sky." Andelucci and Bethurum have both spoken. They have been on the Saucers, Frank is escorted off to the stand, he goes up the ladder steps on his crutches with his incredible agility.

He has equipped Alice and me with round badges. Our names and 'Delegate from Elsewhere. Orbit 7. ' Thats the lucky Orbit, he assured us. A daring man has climbed to the top of the huge rock..the people are still attentive; some continue to mill around. Why do they move? they just mill around among themselves, talking, speculating, telling of unbelievable things. Mixing up rumors and passing them on.

At this point Kay comes to take us over with her group. They have an army cot, plenty of cushions and have been there all night."The Space people were here" she tells us as we make ourselves comfortable, and as Frank is being introduced, "Oh yes, what is more, they exploded an enormous fireball." An extraordinary, circular cloud formation had encircled the speakers stand all morning, and someone had seen a flying saucer in it, and there are Space people here today. As a Palm Springs hostess, this information was welcome, as extra men are always at a premium for dinner parties.

Above us is the Old Trooper! I knew that he had been in considerable pain and there he was Carrying On..Mr. Flying Saucer himself! With his good looks, his strong voice and his inimitable wit, he soon has the crowd in the palm of his hand. "We are really pioneers" he says, "Here for the first convention of the Flying Saucers..." He knows how to skirt around the subject. They laugh, they applaud. All he says is Maybe yes, maybe no. He has never seen a saucer, he has not read the books of the men who have ridden on them. "After all authors do not necessarily take in each other's washing. And most of the time they can't afford to buy each others' books. To my delight I hear myself quoted. He mispronounces my name, and I'm the only one in the 5000 who hears it, but I do with that magnetic attraction we have for our own name. "Truth" he says" crushed to earth, will rise again."

Truth is going to take an awful beating on this flying saucer deal. To evaluate it, you can't discount it all. Much seems to check and dovetail..much is junk, but much has substance. Imaginations will run riot; we will unintentionally believe and embellish our own connotations; stories will fly, faster than the saucers; impending doom will be preached as it was in the year 1000, when France collapsed under the very weight of the warnings. As Frank is saying: " The trouble is, that retelling; wears off the surface and puts on a new sheen..its the way science fiction writers are born."

Under a beach umbrella a bald, undistinguished man is autographing his book. He is Truman Bethurum, a mechanic. His book, which I buy, is "Aboard a Flying Saucer". They cost three dollars, he is selling a lot of them, and I am glad for him. I also buy Mr. Van Tassel's little paper backed book "I Rode A Flying Saucer". Need I say I had them both autographed. On the table were a number of pamphlets and magazines. The small publications had notified people of the convention and 5000 had responded.

Now we disband for lunch! Everyone retreats to his own bailiwick or trailer or rock, as in our case. Alice has a perfect picnic lunch; a card table and chairs appear from somewhere, and we set up behind a very large rock. Planes come and go, droning thru the air. Looking up, I ask:"Do you suppose there are any Space people here?" Jerry, who has joined us, replies, "Yes, there are." "Oh, do you suppose so?" "I don't think so, I know so," he says quietly. "They tell me I am one,"Frank says, "Only I dont know it....Oh boy, are the gophers going to have a picnic when this is over. They'll be yelling at one another: 'Hey fellas look what I found." I said: "I'll bet the insect world instigated this meeting and not the space people at all. The man who fixed my car told me that humans were not the most intelligent form of life. Its the ants and the bees! Anyway, there'll be a hot time in the new town tonight. There's talk of a good deal of settling and building around here." By this time I am in the know, and try to pass on the usual misinformation. People have found Frank and he is surrounded by engineers and people Like That.

Alice and I walk down to investigate the Rock. A boy is flying high on a big swing that has been anchored securely into the rock up above. People are wandering around, aimlessly, and several are peering thru a window into the room beneath the rock where the experiments take place. This is the place we want to see, too. It is smaller than I had expected. Against the far wall are two tired davenports..and a Morris chair. There is a piano; near our window is a long shelf of books. We cannot see the titles, but I venture to say there are "The Lost Continent of Mu " Children of Mu" and perhaps "Oahspe! Kay has said that the Continent of Mu is rising . "Look at the Saltan Sea" Mr. Van Tassel said" The sea is not rising, the land around it is sinking." Behind the books are a few lovely, fresh water colors. Nearby, sitting on rocks are two sheriffs from Twenty Nine Palms. They are talking about the man who made the room under the rock. I cock my ear toward them, girl reporters from Mars that I am. "The man who built the room" the police are saying" noone knew who he was, or where he came from..he said so the police. "Don't come any nearer or I'll set off this dynamite I have on me." They did and he did. Probably a spy from Rooshia!

Mr. Van Tassel is already speaking. We are late. We find Kay and sit with her.. a fine view of the stand and everything else. "We fed thirty five people" she told us" "Everyone excited and talking about the Saucers. Even hard-headed business men are being convinced by the Adamski book. "Flying Saucers Have Landed." There is so much that can't be told yet...the Saucerians say we must not drop any more hydrogen bombs, for they set off such highly dangerous waves of radio activity...."

Mr. Van Tassel continues. And now hold your hats! "There ARE people here today, right now, in this audience, who are from Outer Space. But I am NOT going to identify them. There are 10,000 of these people on the Earth..." He leans easily on the railing, an earnest young man. He has on a yellow shirt, a yellow billed cap, tan slacks. Fairly usual garb for this part of the country; he speaks with facility, answers questions graciously and is in dead earnest. He believes what he is saying!

Some of the questions and answers were interesting to jot down:

First question: Is it possible to ask the space people to land at a convention?

"It is possible to ask them, but it does not necessarily mean that they will land. They never actually land on the earth..everyone who has contacted them agrees that they hover near the ground, but do not touch the earth. To board them, there is a step up of about three feet.

Can a person of this planet meet Space people if they would like to?

"They are always ready to make a contact with anyone ready to venture."

What is their method of propulsion?

"Electronic instruments. Originally, by thought transfarence; they've been working for years to perfect method. Find 'Omni Beam' most effective." Mr. Scully is asked to give his theory of magnetic propulsion. It is beyond me.

Is there intelligent life on Venus and Mars?

"Just flatly, yes."

Are they friendly?

"Emphatically yes. All are agreed that their purpose is entirely one of friendly interest. They are under a law which is a unit..they cannot and will not harm anyone. But they will not allow us to be harmful either. They've said, if their laws permitted, they could take over our planet at any time. Mr. Van Tassel remarks: "You will remember, in Korea there was a Cease Fire order given and it was observed on both sides and fighting stopped. The order was traced and noone could be found on either side who had given it. There were Saucers flying over the Korean front."

How do they adjust to our atmosphere?

"Same as we do. When we send a deep sea diver into the water, we prepare him for the condition. The atmospheric changes are not as great as they have been made out to be."

Do you think they might take over our world?

Answer: "We have said their mission is peaceful. I don't think we've got anything they want". (Applause)

Why is our planet so behind the times?

"In the Universe, time does not exist. There are only planes of progress. The earth is just below the middle plane."

At what time of day do they usually land?

"Usually at night. The world is asleep and they do not want to infringe upon our rights."Mr. Bethurum says if a crowd was there, panic might occur, and someone get hurt. It seems, however that Mr. Adamski, contacted them in the daytime and the government air force has movies of the encounter."

Is there disease on the planets?

"No, there is none. They live to be about 300 then die naturally..and there is rejoicing and celebrating, no mourning. They have just gone on to a vibration of a higher level."Mr. Berthurum says on Clarion, which is a planet hidden by the moon, there is no disease, no accidents. They drive mutronic jeeps with magnetic equipment wh which makes it impossible for them to collide. Much of our disease is caused by wearing metal on our person..and by sudden changes, from one condition to another. Change should take place gradually."

Are there really some Space people here today? Will you have them come forward?

"I will tell you there are several here today. I will not identify they. One or two have made themselves known to me."

Is there physical evidence of their landing?

"Yes, but we have to maintain secrecy."

By this time the sun is going behind the mountain. We are grateful for our coats and sweaters and begin to think of finding Frank and starting for home. On the high platform are Mr. Scully, Mr. Van Tassel, Mr. Williamson, Mr. Berthurum, Mr. Angellucci (whose story we have not heard), Mr. Adamski, Mr. Leslie, Mr. Arnold are not present. The people remain, they still stand, sit, mill around, buying milk from an enterprising man with a truck; the mountain is still lined with eager listeners.

The talk goes on, each man on the platform seriously giving his contribution to the extraordinary subject. They say there are a hundred people who have been on the saucers. The Space people do not use the word Saucer, but call the craft Ventlas. Where are the ventlas that have crashed and have been taken? Mr. Scully replies that for two years he has asked the Air Force, in a book, often in a syndicated column and there has been no energy. ..Mr. Van Tassel tells his story of contact with them right in this area. Conversation and communications are in excellent English, altho they seem to read thought and answer questions before they are formulated...Religion? We all worship the same creator, although on this earth, which, by the way, they call Shan, we worship in word but not in deed. The people of no planet die. Life is eternal!

The sun is setting. Mr. Van Tassel says the main purpose of the convention is to get the approval of those gathered, to address a telegram to President Eisenhower. "Project Flying Saucer" should be taken out of the hands of the military..these space people have made no act that would involve the military..we, the people of this country have a right to know the truth. To have a right evaluation by a proper investigating committee...It is so unanimously voted.

That has been my thought from the first! Why the assumption that these people if indeed there be these people, are enemies? It is Mr. Scully's earnest desire that some body in authority shall take hold of this thing, which, in suppression, is taking on monstrous proportions. Out of the debris of conjecture and hearsay, should be ferreted the grain or grains of truth. If there be truth, it will withstand the bombardment of skepticism and ridicule, for Truth, crushed to earth WILL rise again. The Space People are friendly,the Giant Rock men are friendly and earnest. There should surely b be a friendly and earnest hearing, and what facts are found, placed before 'us..the people.'

Now Alice and I go over to join Frank who has descended from the platform. We are stopped in our tracks by Mr. Van Tassel saying..'Frank! here's a dark horse! Every convention has to have a Dark Horse:'another man who has contacted a Flying Saucer A new man has joined the group; he might be a technician of some kind..and is. A radio technician from White Sands Proving Grounds. He is Dan Fry..he is not a speaker he says, he was a member of the Cup and Saucer Club, a few ham radio operators who get together over coffee and discussed the flying saucers....

The incident occurred on July 4th 1950. Now it can be told... He takes out a composition book, which is filled with his pencilled story. "Diary" he reads! Tonight I joined the realm of the F.S.B's. The Flying Saucer Believers. It was nine oclock in the evening, all the others had taken the bus to town......".

The rapt attention with which he was regarded was as fresh and complete as when the first speaker started hours ago. I knew that another Saucer book was being born and that I would be the first to try to buy it.

Mrs. Van Tassel thanks Mr. Scully graciously. As one housewife to another I suggest that she ask for a few volunteers to pick up the litter of cans and cartons. We make our departure and are back on the dusty road, going toward home, which is "Elsewhere" as our badge has it.

Up in the sky ahead of us is a most unusual cloud formation. "Like a bird in flight without wings" says Alice, "I've like a smashed frankfurter" says Frank, who is in the back seat, tired to the bone, but alert when any of our conversation interests him. "Oh look" from me," There is a wonderful rainbow in the bottom of the cloud. I have never seen anything like it, It must be for Frank, the Space child! " And Alice replied, with her carressing way with the [?] sound, "It is for all the World". It was for all the worlld like a sweet and lovely blessing.

The next morning at the breakfast table I had to report that all night I seemed to be dreaming of CUPS. Just rows of thin blue cups. No saucers. Of course the Scullys said no psychiatrist would have any trouble working that out.

But lets end the story with the beautiful rainbow in the cloud and say with Alice "It's a rainbow for ALL the World".

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	First Interplanetary Spacecraft Convention
	" . . . The Flying Saucers Have Landed Underpinned the New Age Movement"
	Self-Proclaimed 'Alien Contactee,' George Van Tassel On KVOS Webster Reports | UFO CHRONICLE | VIDEO | 4-22-1967

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Flying Saucers Enliven ''Doodle Bug' Trial

Flying saucers whisked into the “doodlebug” confidence game trial under way in District Court.

Herman A. Flader, Denver industrialist, told of the flying saucers, little men three feet tall and the powers of the magnetic force around the earth.

By Al Nakkula Rocky Mountain Date 11-17-1953

Flader is the complaining witness against Silas Newton and Leo GeBauer. They are accused of bilking Flader of $50,000 through the use of electric divining “doodlebugs” to locate oil.

$250,000 INVOLVED

The 68-year-old wealthy complaining witness testified Monday the figure involved in the alleged swindle was approximately $250,000.

Flader said the story of the Flying Saucers and little men was told to him by GeBauer while the two were driving to Carbon County Wyo., to look over oll sites owned by GeBauer.

According to Flader, GeBauer told of having seen a flying saucer from outer space and the bodies of little men three feet tall near the machine.

UNKNOWN METAL

GeBauer aso sald he had some gears of an unknown type of metal which came from the flying saucers, Flader said.

“GeBauer claimed the flying saucers operated on the magnetic force around the earth which was the principle that operated the doodlebugs," Flader said.

The flying saucer testimony was admitted by District Judge Frank Hickey over strong objections of Defense Attorneys Isaac and Gerald Mellman and Theodore Epstein.

300 CHECKS SUBMITTED

Dist. Atty. Bert Keating submitted approximately 300 cancelled” checks which he claimed Flader paid to GeBauer and Newton for oil lease interests and three "doodlebugs."

Keating said the checks represented $25,000 invested in the divining machines, $152,000 invested In Dove Creek, Wyo., oil fields, $47,000 in Mojave Desert fields, and $1500 In Newhall oil fields in California.

Keating asked Flader:

“Did you collect any dividends on these investments? Interest? Refunds?

“Not one penny,” was Flader's stock answer.

Asked to open one of the “doodlebugs” in the courtroom, Flader pried off the lid on a machine, withdrew a small dry cell battery, waved it at the jury and declared, "This is the joker that ..."

Keating stopped him from speaking further.

Defense attorneys will begin cross-examination of Flader at 9:30 a.m. Tuesday.

See Also:

	Plane Towed 'Doodlebug' Hunts for Ore & Oil | 67th ANNIVERSARY of THE AZTEC UFO CRASH
	Sixteen 'Little Bodies' Found in Spaceship Crash | The Aztec UFO Incident 71st Anniversary
	The Aztec UFO Incident and The Fog of Time (1)

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Two Women Claim Alien Contact with pilot of Grounded Craft (1954)

Two Norwegian women claim they not only had a close look at a flying saucer but they talked to its "dark-skinned, long-haired" pilot. Skeptical police have launched an investigation.

By Sarasota Journal 8-25-1954

The two women, Mrs. Aasta Solvang and her sister Edit Jacobsen, said the saucerman popped out at them from behind some bushes last Friday near Mofjell, in northern Norway.

Their story was published yesterday by the local paper Nordlands Folkeblad.

This was the sisters account:

“We were picking berries when suddenly a dark man with long hair — but otherwise looking very much like an ordinary human being — came out from behind some bushes.

We were frightened at first, but the man appeared very friendly, and stepped toward us."

One of them addressed him in English. French, German, and Norwegian. "He didn't seem to understand a word.”

The stranger then attempted to communicate by drawing “circles and what looked like pictures of heavenly bodies” on a piece of paper. The stranger finally led them to his craft, which looked like “two deep saucers sandwiched together,” about 15 feet Across.

The mystery man opened a hatch and crawled into the disc. Moments later the craft "rose from the ground and began rotating, first slowly, then increasingly faster.” Then, suddenly, it disappeared at an "incredible speed.”

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	The Fishersville UFO Landing ...
	MEXICO: Luminous UFO Lands at Cerro Pie de Minas
	Former Soviet Union Reported That Scientists Confirmed Landing of Alien Craft!

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