
            "This story is labeled on our content’s page as true. 
            The editors believe what Mr. Vest tells in it. And we wish to point 
            out that Mr. Vest himself believes it. What. we want to caution you, 
            however, is that sometimes everything is not exactly what it seems 
            to be. If Venusians actually are walking our city streets, MYSTIC 
            (the editor of the magazine writes this) 
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            intends to do its level best to prove it. Thus we ask thet anyone 
            who can add to Mr. Vest's story, come forward now with any evidence 
            they may possess. It may be extremely important! The identity of the 
            "flying saucer men" may be absolutely vital to our national safety!
            
            "THE experiences I am about to relate may seem so incredible- so 
            bizarre -so utterly fantastic that I have hesitated to verify them 
            in print. 
            To testify to these facts is not only to admit that we have 
            extraterrestrial visitors, but to assert that beings from another 
            world are walking on the streets of our cities! These 
            extra-terrestrials are familiar with our manners and customs; they 
            speak our languages without a noticeable accent. They dress in our 
            clothes and look enough like earthlings to pass for one of us!
            
            
            
            picture of the timeperiode those contacts happend openly - they 
            worked mainly  on the nuclear threat and their concern on this 
            issue.
            
            "Basically, I have always been something of a skeptic. Hence, despite 
            all evidence to the contrary, it still is difficult for me to 
            declare with absolute certainty that I have met and talked with a 
            Venusian. Therefore, I’ll merely present the facts of my experiences 
            and leave it up to the individual reader to decide for himself 
            whether or not space beings walk among us.
            
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            the visitors are often tall - especially some of them - typical those of 
            the pleiadean/Lyran genetics.
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            the visitors are often tall - especially some of them - typical those of 
            the pleiadean/Lyran genetics.
            "Eight months ago I had but slight interest in flying saucers. Of 
            course, like most other people, I was rather curious about the 
            flying saucer phenomena. In fact I believed I had seen one of the 
            saucers one late afternoon about a year ago out over the Pacific 
            Ocean. I noticed it first as a tiny silver disc high in the sky. I 
            watched it hanging apparently motionless for almost five minutes. 
            Then suddenly it appeared to "flip" in a peculiar manner and simply 
            vanished.
            
            "But even having actually seen one of the incredible things I was 
            still not greatly interested. My personal opinion was that they were 
            secret technical developments of our Government.
            Then in June 1953 the first of an amazing chain of events occurred.
            
            "A stranger phoned me from Los Angeles. He identified himself only as 
            "Bill." He stated that he had come down here from, "a region near 
            Seattle" especially to talk with me. He mentioned in particular a 
            recently published article of mine,  (THE SECRET WISDOM BEHIND THE 
            GREAT RELIGIONS - Fate, May, 1953. See up left)
            
            
            "I endeavored to dissuade him from making the trip out here to Santa 
            Monica, but failed. Finally, - I agreed to meet him at the bus stop 
            at 20th and Santa Monica Boulevard at 6:00 PM. the following day.
            
            "At about 5: 50 I parked my car directly across the street from the 
            bus stop where I had a clear, unobstructed view in all directions. 
            The 6:00 o'clock red bus from Los Angeles zoomed past without 
            stopping. I watched it disappear down Santa Monica Boulevard.
            "Just to make certain "Bill" hadn't arrived on an 
            earlier bus, I got out of my car, walked to the intersection and 
            looked in every direction. But the streets were absolutely deserted. 
            I had just turned to get back into my car when I heard someone call 
            my name. Startled, I looked back and saw a man standing at the bus 
            stop, waving his hand in greeting.
            
            "I was dumbfounded! An instant before the streets had been absolutely 
            deserted. Bewildered, I saw him approach the car, smiling. He 
            introduced himself saying, "I'm Bill - the fellow who phoned you 
            last night from Los Angeles." We shook hands and I recall being 
            aware of the peculiar feel of his hand-as though it were without any 
            underlying bone structure.
            "I can't quite figure it out," I replied. "The Los Angeles bus 
            passed this stop without even slowing down. A few seconds ago you 
            were nowhere in sight. How in the name of Heaven did you get here?"
            
            "Oh, I came from up the street,” he replied vaguely. I didn't press 
            him further, but his reply certainly didn't satisfy me. For I knew 
            he couldn't have come from "up the street", for I could see for 
            blocks in all directions while I was out of my car.
            We drove to my apartment a short distance away. I didn't say much, 
            but he talked at random of his impressions of Southern California.
            
            "When we were seated in lounge chairs in the living room, I made a 
            few mental notes. He was about six feet tall or slightly over and 
            appeared to be about twenty-eight years old. His eyes were dark - 
            almost black, and his hair black and wavy. He was dressed in 
            ill-fitting sport clothes in which he didn't seem to be very 
            comfortable.
            
            "A casual observer would certainly not be startled by his appearance. 
            In a crowd he would pass as a rather unusual appearing person. But 
            as I studied him more closely while he talked, I was aware of 
            certain strange characteristics in his physical appearance. His skin 
            was exceptionally white – so white in fact that it appeared to have 
            an odd bluish tinge. His cheek bones were unusually high and his 
            eyes and brows had a peculiar Oriental cast. Yet in no way did he 
            resemble a true Oriental. And I noticed that his ears were oddly 
            pointed and appeared to be more delicate and complex than any I had 
            ever seen. 
            
            "I recalled how odd his hand had felt in my grasp. Looking at his 
            hands, I noticed that his fingers were long and tapering and so 
            smooth that they seemed to be without joints or underlying bone 
            structure. He spoke slowly and clearly with no trace of an accent, 
            but he seemed to be choosing his words with great care. I noticed 
            too that his voice had a peculiar resonant quality.
            
            "As I mentioned earlier, I've always been something of a skeptic. I 
            have met swamis, yogis, mediums, clairvoyants, mystics and 
            self-styled messiahs by the score, but I have never been duped by 
            any of them, even those who were sincere but self-deceived. Also, I 
            have met several persons whom I know without any doubt to be true 
            spiritual adepts; even as I have known several sensitives, or 
            mediums, who are honest, sincere and able to produce authentic 
            para-normal phenomena. From years of research and experience in 
            occult and psychic phenomena I now can usually discern the true from 
            the false almost at a glance.
            
            "But my strange visitor had me deeply puzzled from the moment I first 
            met him. HE WAS LIKE NO PERSON I HAD EVER ENCOUNTERED BEFORE! 
            Perhaps ESP (extra sensory perception) entered into my awareness of 
            his strange psychic and spiritual qualities. In his presence I was 
            immediately acutely conscious of a completely foreign and heretofore 
            unknown vibration. I didn't know who he was, but I did know my 
            visitor was no ordinary
            man!
            
            "We had been more or less making conversation on subjects of general 
            interest up to this point when he turned and abruptly asked, "Did 
            you ever hear of Orfeo Angelucci?"
            
            "After a moment's reflection, I replied, "No, I'm sure I haven't,"
            "Angelucci is living in Los Angeles," he explained. "Recently he has 
            had a most unusual experience - he is the first earthling ever to 
            make a trip into outer space in what is popularly known as a flying 
            saucer."
            
            "At first I wondered if he was joking, but it was obvious he wasn't. 
            "I don't believe I understand," I replied dubiously. "The actual 
            existence of flying saucers certainly hasn't been authenticated - 
            now you tell me a human being has traveled in one."
            
            He half smiled. "Oh, I'm not a fugitive from a psycho ward," he 
            replied as though answering the sudden doubt in my mind. "And 
            neither is Angelucci, although some people consider him 
            psychoneurotic since he has started telling of his experiences with 
            the saucers."
            "You mean you believe this Angelucci actually has traveled in a 
            flying saucer?"
            
            "Yes, I can affirm that he has," he continued. "But Orfeo needs help 
            now! That's the primary reason THEY sent me. To request that you aid 
            him in telling his experiences to more people. THEY are well aware 
            of your deep interest and unusal experiences in the field of 
            metaphysics, religions and the supra-normal."  
            (link to info on the contacts of Orfeo A. at bottom here below).
            
            I made no reply. But I pondered his strange words and studied his 
            face intently. His absolute honesty and his sincerity were apparent. 
            Also, I was again acutely conscious of that unearthly awareness 
            about him. At last I said slowly, "You speak of a mysterious THEY - 
            may I ask who are THEY?"
            His eyes held a detached, faraway look as he replied, "In the brief 
            time we have known each other you have realized many things about me. 
            Actually, none of that information was gained from our conversation. 
            I shall not now verbally reveal to you my true identity, or the 
            identity of those who sent me - for you would doubt me. But I 
            promise that before I leave tonight you'll know who I am and also 
            who THEY are."
            
            As I listened to his portentous words indicating that he had 
            telepathically read all that was in my mind, I recalled previous 
            meetings with several of earth's genuine adepts. I remember how they 
            too had revealed their true identity to me in utter silence. 
            Realization of their true spiritual status had to be gained entirely 
            through extrasensory-perception, or not at all.
            Words later served only to verify the para-normal communication. 
            
            Thus I knew that the man who openly proclaims himself an adept, a 
            master, or a guru, usually is not one, while the true spiritual 
            adept goes unknown, often in humble garb. As these thoughts passed 
            through my mind, I saw a peculiar change come over "Bill" His body 
            appeared to grow rigid; his expressive eyes dulled, as though his 
            body had suddenly become an empty shell. It was at that moment the 
            incredible knowledge came to me in a flash of intuitive 
            understanding.
            
            - I knew with absolute certainty that my visitor was not of this 
            earth - BUT A BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!
            
            An icy shiver ran down my spine. as they appeared to you today."
            I felt my muscles tense. My conscious mind recoiled with a kind of 
            psychic shock! So bizarre-
            Fantastic - so wholly unanticipated was the revelation that I could 
            not immediately adjust to it.
            
            Silence, like a tangible thing, hung in the room between us! As in a 
            daze, I saw the animation coming back into his face. Then he looked 
            directly at me and smiled warmly. As my eyes met his I felt a deep 
            bond of friendship and understanding that seemed to reach out across 
            millions of miles and somehow touch an unknown world. Intuitively 
            the realization came to me that here indeed was a man from another 
            world - but certainly he was no stranger! Rather, a fellow being - 
            the spark of light that lighted my being burned more brightly within 
            him. In the moment of revelation I knew he was a much wiser, gentler 
            and more highly evolved being than I - and with infinitely greater 
            perceptive ability - but basically I RECOGNIZED HIM AS A SPIRITUAL 
            BROTHER! And beyond that nothing else was of much essential 
            importance.
            
            He closed his eyes and rested head on the back of the chair as he 
            said quietly, "•Brother of earth, tell me all your troubles- they 
            are really not nearly so serious as' they appeared to you today." A 
            feeling of awe passed over me as I recognized again his supra normal 
            abilities. And in the light of his understanding the problems that 
            had worried me for weeks seemed suddenly to be petty, trivial and a 
            little absurd.
            
            After a moment's silence, he said, "Now you KNOW who I am with a 
            deep inner conviction that no words on earth could ever give you. 
            Also, you realize too that THEY who sent me are far wiser than I who 
            am but their INTERMEDIARY."
            "Yes," I said slowly, "I believe I comprehend." But even as I spoke 
            the words my conscious mind couldn't quite grasp the tenuous, new 
            understanding that had come to me. After a moment I added, "I would 
            never have dreamed a meeting between planetary stran gers could be 
            like this. Actually, the thing that surprises me most of all is a 
            most simple thing - the strong feeling of kinship . of mutual and 
            basic understanding between us."
            
            "Yes," he agreed in a low voice.
            
            "It is the same throughout the cosmos - no matter what the material 
            objectification or etheric individualization, the spark of eternal 
            being is always identical. For all are essentially one and a part of 
            the infinite and everlasting spiritual fire which is the Father."
            
            As the psychic shock gradually diminished, thousands of questions 
            teemed in my mind—questions about his world, its civiIization, the 
            flying saucers - their purpose here .. ? But I realized that he 
            would impart what information he wished me to have on those subjects.
            When I spoke again, I said, "This man Orfeo Angelucci, you mentioned 
            - does he know you?"
            
            "I've met him briefly only once.
            But if you'll allow me to use your telephone I'll call him and 
            arrange for you to meet him and hear his story."
            
            'With that he phoned Angelucci and set a time for me to visit him at 
            his home on Glendale Boulevard later in the week. Following the 
            phone call "Bill" talked freely about many things that were puzzling 
            me. He stated that the extraterrestrials who had contacted Orfeo 
            were extra-dimensional, etheric beings of a high spiritual order. He 
            stated definitely that was not one of THEM.
            
            He explained that the Venusians from our neighboring planet were of 
            a more material evolution; that though they differed from us in 
            certain basic physiological principals, still many Venusians could 
            pass for earthlings. He also mentioned that our present theories 
            concerning the atmosphere and surface conditions of the planet Venus 
            were entirely erroneous. He stressed the idea of reincarnation and 
            the inevitable law of compensation as regards the inhabitants of 
            earth. I recall in particular an illustration he used that startled 
            me.  
            He said that to the etheric beings who have evolved far beyond 
            the infantile perceptive states of form, color, sex, conflict, time, 
            space and material illusion, which is the present erroneous state of 
            earthlings, our planet is comparable to a huge vat (or barrel) of 
            broth for production of penicillin. To the senses of man such a vat 
            is a rather ill-smelling, offensive thing, but nevertheless it 
            produces the precious golden-colored penicillin.
            He said the vat is comparable to earth and its peoples while the 
            comparatively few spiritually evolved souls of this Age represent 
            the precious golden product of the vat. Eventually, however, every 
            human being upon earth will evolve into the higher consciousness.
            
            Later, he gave the names, addresses and telephone numbers of over a 
            dozen persons in the Southern California area. Some of these 
            persons, he asserted, had been contacted by space visitors in 
            various ways, while others would aid in piecing together the 
            confounding puzzle of the saucers. He said numerous Venusian 
            contacts had been made with earthlings by means of "ham" radio sets 
            and tape recordings (he furnished names and addresses). Other 
            contacts, he declared, had been established through sensitives, or 
            mediums, by means of clairvoyance and clairaudience. He also gave me 
            the names of persons who had met and talked with extra-terrestrials.
            
            When I asked him why the necessity for secrecy and mystery 
            surrounding contacts, he replied; "At this time it is the only 
            possible way. Also, we are to a great extent under the direction of 
            the Etherics - the Great Ones who contacted Orfeo. Earth's people 
            are woefully emotionally immature and their prison-like 
            three-dimensional world is preponderantly false, as compared to 
            reality.
            Men's minds are crystallized in error and filled with violent 
            prejudices. Upon your earth the mere color of one's skin - a slight 
            difference of religious belief – merely belonging to a different 
            race or country - in fact, the most trivial deviations precipitate 
            animalistic belligerencies, (warlike?), hideous brutalities and the 
            bloody slaughter of millions of fellow creatures.
            Can you then truly be surprised when I tell you that the beings of 
            certain other worlds view earth as earthlings might look upon a den 
            / hole of deadly serpents, stinging each other to death. Much of 
            that stinging is done with words, attitudes, discriminations, 
            intolerances and a host of other lethal psychic weapons. Mankind's 
            greatest Teacher - the etheric Sun -Spirit, whom you know as Jesus 
            Christ - who took upon himself the error of humanity to teach men 
            simply to LOVE ONE ANOTHER – was crucified and tortured by those He
            came to save. And yet today men self-righteously demand that 
            Etherics land their craft openly at one of your airports. But – like 
            children you are learning – slowly and painfully. 
            Eventually ALL will attain their lost heritage. In the meantime we 
            will help insofar as we are permitted to do so."
            
            I sighed and bowed my head as I said slowly, "What you say is 
            probably only too true - but believe me, man's lot is not easy. 
            Imprisoned in error as we are, ruled by our animalistic emotions, 
            and living in uncertainty and insecurity with death and decay as our 
            final material conquerors, it is difficult indeed to rise above the 
            animal - man and attain any true realization of spiritual reality."
            
            He nodded his head as he replied in a deeply sympathetic voice: 
            "Yes, we understand, earth, the planet of sorrows, is one of the 
            hardest and most difficult paths of evolution in the entire cosmos.
            And to make it even more severe mankind must work out their own 
            salvation - this is the Law."
            
            There was a pause as I pondered his words. Then he abruptly changed 
            the subject. "After I
            leave you, you may begin to doubt much of what has passed between us," 
            he continued. "Therefore I want you to contact the persons whose 
            names and addresses I have given you. In particular I want you to 
            get in touch with a newspaper reporter on a large Los Angeles daily 
            (he gave me the name of the newspaper reporter, the name of his 
            newspaper and two telephone numbers where he might be reached. But 
            as the reporter has since requested that I not use his name or the 
            name of his newspaper, I will refer to him as ’Max Morton’ and his 
            newspaper as the ’Los Angeles World’). 
            "This reporter, Max Morton," he went on, "has been contacted by two 
            Venusians and from an earthly factual standpoint his contact is 
            highly significant."
            "But, I don't quite understand," I remonstrated. "Why didn't the 
            ’Los Angeles World’ print Morton's story? I'd think it would rate 
            headlines around the world."
            "Bill" smiled. "The reporter and his associates still can't quite 
            convince themselves that the whole thing isn't a big hoax of some 
            sort. They have factual proof of something highly extraordinary in 
            the metal plate, but they're still dubious as the idea of space 
            visitors is a rather touchy subject now."
            
            I promised to phone ’Max Morton’ the following day. At about 10:30 
            that night I
            drove "Bill" to the bus stop and watched him board a Los Angeles 
            bound bus. He said he was leaving the following day for the North, 
            but promised to see me again after my story of Angelucci's 
            experiences appeared in print.
            
            Later, I contacted ’Max Morton’ at the ’Los Angeles World’ as I was 
            eager to hear what he had to say about the two Venusians. In brief, 
            here is the fantastic, but true story he gave me:
            
            In February, 1953, a strange –appearing man, dressed in a tweed suit, 
            came into the newspaper office. He told the receptionist that he was 
            from the planet Venus and stated that he wished to see the City 
            Editor. She, of course, thinking it was a gag, rang the City Editor 
            and quipped, "A man just dropped in from the planet Venus to see you."
            "Oh yeah," remarked the harassed editor. "I'm busy. Let ‘Max Morton’ 
            talk to him. He's interested in characters."
            
            The receptionist, still certain it all was a huge joke, sent the "character" 
            into the press room to see Max Morton. I asked Max for a description 
            of the person, and the minute description he gave tallied in every 
            detail with the mysterious "Bill" who had visited me. Max said the 
            fellow had looked at him with a serious face and stated in a 
            forthright and direct manner that he was from the planet Venus. But 
            as a more or less hard-boiled reporter, Max was familiar with 
            screw-balls and was not too surprised - as he frequently met 
            "Napoleons", Peter the Greats, etc. In reply he made some wise-crack.
            
            With that the Venusian ran his thumb nail lightly across Morton's 
            desk. Genuinely startled, Max saw that the glazed, hard surface of 
            his desk was gashed to the depth of about half an inch. He began to 
            wonder about the fellow and attempted to duplicate the feat. But, he 
            declared, he couldn't even make a slight dent in the desk top. He 
            was puzzled, but still thought it was just some trick the odd-ball 
            had learned.
            
            With slight urging the fellow commenced talking about himself.
            Briefly, his story was that he and a companion had arrived on this 
            planet in a flying saucer. They landed their craft in the desert 
            near Barstow, California and concealed it there. In Barstow they 
            were able to get some old clothes and hitch-hiked into Los Angeles.
            Max; still sure it was all a hoax being perpetrated on him, jokingly 
            asked them how they learned our language. The Venusian replied that 
            the inhabitants of his planet monitored our radio and television 
            broadcasts and thus had easily learned our, languages and customs. 
            He said that he and his companion had come here specifically to 
            study earthlings at close
            range and to gain a better understanding of our minds and thought 
            processes.
            
            The reporter was by no means, convinced that the fellow was anything 
            but a crackpot, but he was getting curious. When he had to leave for 
            an appointment at the Court House, he agreed to see the "Venusian" 
            and his companion the following day. When the fellow arrived the 
            following afternoon he had his companion with him. Max said the 
            second one appeared to be almost an identical twin of the first.
            
            In the meantime, Max had procured or obtained heavy plate of the 
            hardest alloyed steel. He suggested that the Venusian attempt to 
            mark the metal as he had the desk surface.
            With apparently no effort the fellow ran his thumb lightly across 
            the steel. Dumbfounded,
            Max saw that the metal was gouged across its entire surface in a 
             
            streak over half an inch deep. 
            
            Max was beginning to feel rather uneasy, but was certainly not convinced 
            the fellows actually were Venusians".
            
            Both of them stuck firmly to their story, however, and later 
            requested Max to help them get jobs in Los Angeles. They said they 
            were without funds and found they couldn't get around here without 
            money. Max skeptically agreed to see what he could do.
            
            Through a friend in the newspaper's Department of Investigation he 
            was able to get the first one a job in that department. But he made 
            the fellow promise to keep his identity secret. Hence only three 
            persons on the newspaper's staff knew who the Venusian really was - 
            or claimed to be!
            
            The fellow worked for several weeks in the Missing Persons office 
            and succeeded in astounding all of his co-workers with his baffling 
            and amazing abilities. Max declared the so-called Venusian could 
            locate missing persons within an hour in cases that had baffled 
            their best investigators for months.
            In fact Max was beginning seriously to wonder if the Venusian might 
            actually be telling the truth. For it was obvious to everyone that 
            the fellow possessed incredible extra-sensory perception. 
             
            Max talked with him and asked the Venusian for permission to write 
            an article about him for publication in a magazine. But the Venusian 
            steadfastly refused; in fact he said he and his companion wanted no 
            publicity whatsoever as it would negate the true purpose of their 
            visit here.
            
            Nevertheless Max went to work on an article about them. But before 
            it was completed the Venusian and his companion suddenly disappeared.
            Investigators have not been able to find any trace of them since. 
            Max said a full report was given to the F.B.I. along with an 
            analysis report of the piece of gouged steel.
            
            The report, by one of the foremost laboratories in Los Angeles, 
            states that the mark gouged in the steel plate would require 
            pressure of over 1700 pounds to produce.
            Further, that such pressure exerted by any known force would shatter 
            that particular type of metal before marking it. Even more startling, 
            THE ANALYSIS OF THE INDENTATION REVEALED, THE PRESENCE OF OVER A 
            DOZEN ELEMENTS NOT PRESENT IN THE REST OF THE METAL.
            
            Max says he is now convinced the two strange fellows actually were 
            from the planet Venus. He declared that neither of them appeared to 
            have any earthly knowledge except what could be gleaned from our 
            television and radio broadcasts.
            He told me his article about the two Venusians would appear in a 
            foremost national magazine this year, (1954). In the meantime, he 
            requested that I refrain from giving his name or the name of his 
            newspaper; otherwise, he gave me full permission to write this 
            account.
            
            (The true identity of "Max Morton" and his Los Angeles newspaper 
            have been given by me to the editor of this magazine and have been 
            verified by him.)
            After my talk with Max there was certainly no longer any doubt in my 
            mind, but that "Bill," my strange visitor, was also a Venusian.
            He had indicated to me that he was from another planet, but he did 
            not state which one; also he had stated that he was not of the high 
            spiritual order of Etherics, who had contacted Orfeo. But the 
            physical description of the two Venusians, as given to me by Max was 
            similar in every detail with the physical appearance of "Bill".
            Several days later I met Orfeo Angelucci and made plans for writing 
            an account of his incredible experiences with the space visitors.
            
            (This article appeared under the title I TRAVELED IN A FLYING SAUCER, 
            in the November 1953 issue of MYSTIC magazine.See 
            up right.)
            I asked both Orfeo and Mrs.Mabel Angelucci, his wife, about the 
            mysterious stranger "Bill" who had arranged our meeting.
            Mrs. Angelucci spoke up quickly and said, "Oh, that man gave me the 
            creeps. He rang the doorbell one day and introduced himself with an 
            odd name I can't remember. He seemed to know everything about us. It 
            frightened me - there was something so strange and downright weird 
            about him'.
            
            In the last several months I have met and talked with others whose 
            names and addresses "Bill" gave me. Several of these had met him 
            only briefly. Others didn't even know who he was and were startled 
            to learn of the data he had given me about them in connection with 
            the saucers.
            
            True to his promise, "Bill" visited me following publication of the 
            Angelucci article in MYSTIC magazine.
            Our visit was brief, but he told me THEY were well pleased with the 
            general reaction to the piece. Also, that everything was developing 
            as anticipated, but that it would require considerable time and the 
            efforts, understandings and experiences of many persons before 
            earthlings would be able to attain even the haziest understanding of 
            the true nature of extra-terrestrials and the saucers. In addition 
            to Orfeo Angelucci, he mentioned in particular the work of George 
            Van Tassel, Meade Layne, Donald Keyhoe, William Pelley, Ray Palmer, 
            E. L. Gardner (The Theosophical Approach), Max Miller, Desmond 
            Leslie and Criswel1. A few others, he stated, had been carried away 
            by their own burning enthusiasm and had literally "made mountains 
            out of a mole hill" Nevertheless, in the overall picture their work 
            too would prove generally helpful.
            
            Before we parted he asked that I re-read the book, A DWELLER ON TWO 
            PLANETS, by Phylos. (see below).
            I have the book open before me now and this is the prophetic passage 
            that meets my eye: "But as the Poseid age was stricken, this one 
            must also be which has just passed. Shall America, together with the 
            rest of the entire world, meet similar woe or story? Alas, worse,
            though not by water-but by fire!
            
            Shall all be wiped out of existence, leaving a planet in ruins? Unto 
            the end of coming into full obedience with the harmony of divine law 
            shall the lash be applied; words may not portray the scenes. This is 
            the message of the END OF THE AGE."
            Thus I have endeavored to give you details of my unearthly 
            experiences with an individual I have every reason to believe may be 
            from another world. In pondering the matter over in my mind, I have 
            come to the conclusion that he was doubtless more or less "playing a 
            role" here, as I sincerely believe the two Venusians, were who 
            contacted the Los Angeles newspaper reporter.
            In other words, they undoubtedly presented themselves to us in a 
            manner that we with our lower perceptive abilities might understand 
            and interpret according to our limited three-dimensional standards.
            It is my understanding that as of this date twenty-four Venusians 
            are in our cities mingling with our people-in practically all cases 
            they are unknown and undetected.
            Undoubtedly with time and the testimony of more persons concerning 
            their experiences with extra-terrestrial, we will be able to gain a 
            clearer understanding of these much more highly evolved and 
            intelligent beings - WHO ARE HERE ON A MISSION OF FRIENDSHIP AND 
            LOVE!
            
            - end - .