Les avions disparaissent bien !
Not long after my publication of the paper a new aspect of my experiences with the saucers developed. On the
afternoon of March 3, 1953 I was sitting alone in the kitchen, reading. I was dully aware of the steady drone of an
airplane which continued for some time. The sound apparently was coming form the west. Gradually it dawned upon me
that the sound was too steady and too unwavering for an ordinary aircraft.
Curiously, I got up and looked out the
door. Coming from the north I saw what appeared to be an ordinary small aluminum airplane. From where I was standing
in the doorway there was nothing unusual in the sound of the craft as it assumed the normal crescendo of direct
approach. I stepped out of doors and watched it fly directly overhead until it was fairly in the face of the sun -
when suddenly and astoundingly the plane was no longer there! Just as mysteriously the sound of its motor ceased
abruptly too. I never saw the plane again. Confused, I went back into the house. Obviously the craft was not a flying
disk, but a conventional type aircraft, for I had not experienced any of the unpleasant physical symptoms that a
flying disk invariably produces in my body.
Four days later about five o'clock in the afternoon I was
accompanying Jane Vanderlick, a neighbor who is employed at the Los Feliz Theatre cafe. We were walking to the cafe
where Jane was going to open it half an hour early that day. We were laughing and talking when Jane noticed an
airplane nearby in the sky, flying south. It seemed just an ordinary airplane of the most common type: "Maybe that's a
flying saucer, Orfeo!"
I thought she was kidding me and replied: "Not you too, Jane!"
But her eyes were
serious. "I mean it, Orfeo. There's something peculiar about that airplane."
For the first time I scrutinized the
craft carefully. After a moment I had to admit there was something unusual about it. It appeared extremely dull and
flat-surfaced and did not reflect any of the rays of the setting sun as it ordinarily should have done.
While we
were both staring at it the airplane suddenly vanished right before our eyes in a clear and cloudless sky! The sound
of its motor ceased just as abruptly. Both of us stood in our tracks. Jane stared at me. "What happened to that
airplane, Orfeo?"
I shook my head and then replied slowly: "I wasn't going to mention it to anyone, Jane, but I
saw the same thing happen four days ago. I don't know what it means!"
We stood there for some minutes our eyes
vainly searching the skies for some trace of the vanished plane. I requested Jane to remember every detail of the
strange incident. She promised that she would. If you ask her about it today, she will verify the experience just as I
have related it to you.
Several days later I was with a group of employees sitting around the Lockheed Plant. It
was about five minutes before four in the afternoon. We were waiting for the shifts to change preparatory to going on
duty. My good friend, but most confirmed skeptic, Richard Butterfield, was with us. While we were talkingidly, an
apparently ordinary two-engine airplane came into view over the hills.
Butterfield's attention was attracted to
the craft. He arose from the bench and stared up at it as though he was spellbound. His behavior reminded me
immediately of Jane Vanderlick's actions a few days previously. Her eyes had been attracted to that particular plane
just as Butterfield's eyes were now drawn to this one. Yet neither of the planes had any effect upon me. The crowd all
noticed Butterfield's deep absorption in the small plane. Some of them started laughing and began ribbing him. I
remember someone shouting: "Look! He ain't never seen an airplane before!" But Butterfield paid no attention. Finally,
almost as though talking to himself, he said: "What is that?"
Several voices helpfully jibed in with wise-cracks
about his being sorely in need of an optician's advice. One fellow remarked scathingly: "Any dope can see it's nothing
but an ordinary two-engine airplane."
I didn't say anything, for I had noticed by then how flat-toned the craft
was and how it failed to reflect the rays of the afternoon sun.
Suddenly there was an instantaneous flash that
appeared to envelope the plane. Wen the flash was over there was no sign of a plane to be seen anywhere in the sky.
The droning of its motors too had ceased. Many of the group had seen the phenomenon. They were startled and confused
and everyone started talking at once trying to explain just what had happened. Others continued to stare into the
skies searching for the vanished plane.
Butterfield dazedly brushed his hand across his eyes. It seemed difficult
for him to come back to the norm of this world. He didn't say much, but for a long time after we had gone on the job
he appeared to be in deep thought. I didn't volunteer any explanations, for the sudden disappearance of the plane in a
brilliant flash was a new development for me. I kept mulling it over in my mind as well as the two previous
experiences in which I had seen airplanes simply disappear into thin air. But I didn't give the incidents too much
thought as I had more than enough to do to try and unscramble the puzzle of my previous experiences with the
extraterrestrials without adding more problems.
Within a week most of those who had seen the plane disappear had
either forgotten the incident or had figured out some explanation that satisfied them. I saw then that the human mind
does not want to believe anything it cannot understand; it will rationalize to any extent rather than face the
unknown.
As the weeks passed I continued to be ribbed more and more. Some of my fellow workers were even
inferring that I was lying just for cheap publicity. I would joyfully have dropped the whole thing like a red-hot
coal, if I had not had the deep sense of loyalty and responsibility to those Greater Beings that neither I nor my
fellows could begin to understand.
As the situation became more unpleasant at the plant, I finally decided to
turn in my notice; for by then my experiences were fairly well-known throughout Southern California and thus I was in
for constant ridicule. I knew I'd either have to shut up about space visitors or else quit my job. I decided on the
latter.
My last three weeks at work were rather memorable. On August 14th Ernie Oxford and I were working on an
airplane part outside the building. He, like all of the others when they got me alone, was harping on the space
visitors and my "wild story in that Twentieth Century Times." He was contentiously declaring that neither he or his
girl friend could swallow such a story.
I told him that it was his right to believe only what he wished to
believe. Then I suggested that we forget the subject and concentrate on the job we had to do. But Ernie couldn't be
stopped. He kept on telling me what a big mistake I was making.
While he was berating me, I looked toward the
Burbank mountains and there directly over a ridge top was a flying saucer. I touched Ernie on the shoulder and pointed
to the saucer. He dropped his tools and stared. Don Quinn, working nearby, saw us gazing into the sky and came running
over.
While we were watching the thing it appeared suddenly to "flip" and vanished. Ernie kept asking: "Where did
it go?" And after that experience he was quiet for a while. Then he began talking about the saucers and nothing else.
He still didn't believe my sstory, but he knew he had actually seen a saucer.
Friday, August 21st, at 9:15 in the
evening, the entire shift was hard at work. My mind was preoccupied and I was busy on an airplane part. Suddenly a
tremor passed over me. I knew it could mean only one thing. I put down my tools and walked to the huge door, which was
open only about a foot. As I looked out into the night I saw a light in the skies which appeared to be approaching the
plant. While I watched, the light stopped in mid-air and changed from amber to red. There was no doubt in my mind
about what it was.
I called to some of the fellows in the plant and beckoned them to join me. A number of them
hurried over and we pushed open the door and went outside. All who came were rewarded. Every one of the men saw the
red disk hanging overhead in the sky. While they were staring I glanced at their faces and I was deeply impressed with
what I saw. Momentarily, they were like changed men. Wonder, awe, and belief were in their faces. Thus I was struck
with the realization of what the mere sight of a single disk can do to the thinking of a number of persons.
While
I was watching their reactions, they all turned suddenly and looked questioningly at me. I glanced up into the sky to
see that the disk had vanished and only the moon and the stars were overhead. I asked where the disk had gone and all
of them started to tell me.
From the many explanations I learned that the saucer had appeared to move until it
was directly below the moon where it began to ascend. As it ascended it changed in color from red to amber and then to
the silvery color of the moon. As it climbed higher its color became indistinguishable from the moon so that they
could not tell what actually happened to it. But it had vanished. All of that had happened while I was watching their
faces.
We trouped back in to work and all of the men were quiet and thoughtful. At the ten minute break I told
them that on the following night at the second break I was going to ask each one of them to tell his story of what he
had seen.
Every man told precisely the same story. In all there were twelve men. I failed somehow to get the
names of two of the fellows but here are the names of the other nine: Dave Donegan, Al Durand, Dave Remick, Michael
Gallegos, Richard Becker, Richard McGinley, Bruce Bryan, Ernie Oxford and Louis Pasko. Every one of these men will
affirm the details of this sighting. The phenomenon did not happen fast; they all had plenty of time to observe and
impress details on their minds.
All of them believed they had seen a flying saucer. Hence, I was enabled to leave
my job with much of the stigma of untruth taken from the account of my experiences I had printed in all good faith in
my Twentieth Century Times.
Among those twelve men there are two who are still deeply perplexed. They are Ernie
Oxford and Michael Gallegos, for they had seen me drop my tools and go to the door as though beckoned by an unseen
force. They said I behaved as though I were under a spell. Both of them started involuntarily to follow me, but on
second thought remained on the job until I called them to come out.
Both of them insist that I must have received
a message of some kind from the disk. When I told them that it was only a physical reaction and a deep intuitive
feeling that space visitors were near, they believed i was holding something back from them. For they said that for a
moment they too had felt something indescribable. With that I agree fully and I was happy that I was no longer alone.
Friday, Aigist 28th was my last work night at Lockheed. I was outside working on an airplane part. That night Don
Quinn was my partner. He was among those most skeptical of my saucer experiences and like the others he always
insisted upon talking about them when we were together. He was telling me what a big mistake I was making in giving up
my job and getting myself generally ridiculed. But I was used to such talk, and let him talk on. I glanced up into the
sky and saw a silvery disk moving southeastward along the mountain rim. I immediately called Don's attention to it. He
dropped his tools and stared and immediately began demanding to know what it was. "Why does it behave that way?" "How
cna it hang in the air like that?" I didn't reply to any of his questions.
Suddenly, it too just disappeared.
Poor Don stared at me incredulous and bewildered. He admitted its flight characteristics were like nothing he had ever
seen or heard of; yet he would not fully go along with the flying saucer explanation. Actually, he could not quite
believe his own eyes. Thus seeing is not always believing. For I have seen other persons actually see a saucer and
refuse to believe the evidence of their own sight.
It was during August that many of the strange events included
in this chapter occurred. I was also in August that a revealing press release came through International News Service
which recalled to my mind those cases of the airplanes which mysteriously vanished in thin air. The news item follows:
PLANES SEEN OVER ARCTIC
Washington, Aug. 1 (INS). An Air Force spokesman disclosed today that roughly twelve
unidentified airplanes have penetrated the U.S. defense perimeter in the Arctic within the last year.
The
spokesman said that the "invaders" were not identified as Russian so no protests could be made to Soviet authorities.
Some of the planes were tracked on radarscopes while others were seen to give off white vapor streaks. But before
U.S. fighter pilots could give chase, they would myssteriously disappear out of radar range, the spokesman said.
He asserted that the "raiders" crossed the edge of the U.S. radar perimeter in Greenland and Alaska, but added they
also flew elsewhere over the North American continent.
The Air Force has given pilots strict orders not to fire
upon any unidentified plane unless a "hostile" act has been committed or is about to be, such as a bomber flying over
U.S. territory with its bombbay doors open.
Could it be that those mysterious "disappearing airplanes" I had seen
had penetrated the U.S. defense perimeter in the Arctic?
On the following day a counter-release came through
International News Service. This counter-release negated all of the information given out in the first release.
These contradictory reports followed an already definitely established pattern. fficial news releases of a mystifying
nature concerning the saucers are invariably followed up by counter releases or actual retractions of previous
statements.
As irritating and confusing as such contradictory reports are to the public, nevertheless this method
of handling UFO information by the authorities is best for everyone concerned. For with a little thought, it is clear
that such mystifying news stories without an official damper placed upon them immediately, might easily flare up into
a nationwideonflagration of panic and hysteria. Official headquarters would be snowed under with avalanches of
telegrams, letters, phone calls and personal inquiries. Thus only further confusion would result.
The story of
the extra-terrestrials is one that no one can or will ever beable to finish with any degree of finality. It is my
sincere personal belief that the Air Force and other responsible offices have responded to and handled the problems of
space visitors precisely as sthose visitors have anticipated and desired them to do. As more and more thinking persons
realize this significant fact, we will be prepared for greater revelations to come.
Perhaps it would be well to
state here that in the cases of disappearing aircraft I do not believe the ships dematerialize or dissolve into
nothingness, as it would appear. Being composed primarily of a crystalline substance the ships may give the illusion
of complete transparency or, if so controlled, they can be rendered entirely opaque. Thus, also, they can manifest any
color or combination of colors, depending upon the energy employed and its control on the molecular substance of the
crystal body.
It is no problem for the crystal disks to project visual images of ordinary aircraft and similarly
to produce the auditory vibrations of aircraft engines. These projections may be easily picked up on a radar screen.