Steps in the Desert

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65 years ago, a momentous event occurred.  The funny part is, very few people know it.

On November 20, 1952, a man named George Adamski set off alone into the rocks and scrub of the California desert.  There, he said later, he met a man from Venus.  Chances are, if you follow this blog, you’re already well-acquainted with the story, but in case you don’t, here is a quick primer.

1952 was a particularly interesting year for UFOlogy.  Flying saucers were the biggest meme of the day.  Perhaps most famously, the summer of 1952 came to be known as the “Summer of the Saucers” because it seemed everyone’s neighbor was seeing flying saucers in skies.   Shortly after the formation of Project Blue Book, the summer was capped by the particularly spectacular “Washington, D.C. UFO Incident”.

But until Adamski came forward with his story, flying saucers were little more than aerial curiosities.  Some people said they were little green men, or worried about alien invasions, but mostly, UFOs were lights in the sky.  The coming of Orthon changed all that–and gave humanity some skin in the game.  Contact experiences turned a one-way observation into a two-way conversation.   If one believes Adamski’s tale, and those of the legions of other Contactees that followed in his wake, we see that this interaction is what the Space Brothers were after all along.

This was huge.  First contact with alien beings has to be the single most important event in the history of mankind, right?  The giant statue of Adamski and Orthon in Desert Center speaks to that.

Except there is no statue, or even a plaque.  The closest thing is an Adopt-a-Highway sign down the road, but that’s the only indication you’d even have that the site had any significance whatsoever other than being a quick route between Parker, Arizona and the Salton Sea.

So what happened?  If mainstream UFOlogy believes that these things in the sky are aliens from another planet, and this guy George (actually, these guys George) claims to have met these aliens, why are they so roundly rejected?

This “Georgian Era” of Contacteeism lasted from 1952 until…well, it depends.  Was it 1978, when the last Giant Rock Spacecraft Convention expired with its founder, George Van Tassel?  Was it 1997, when George King passed away?  Or was it 1968, when the Condon Report came out and snuffed out the lights of UFO research and Project Blue Book?  I’d say the most likely candidate is 1965.  That was the year that John Fuller’s book The Interrupted Journeyabout the famous Betty and Barney Hill incident, first saw publication and created a new contact narrative that was, shall we say, “grittier.”  And, much like modern superhero movies, this somehow made the idea of alien contact more palatable for mainstream UFOlogists. But perhaps most significantly, it was also the year that George Adamski died.

That gives us 13 years of classical Contact stories, from Adamski to Van Tassel to Bethurum to Angelucci to Howard, and on and on and on.  If the history of UFOlogy starts in 1947 with the Kenneth Arnold incident, then that means the Contactees had been around for all but five years of the modern era of UFOs. The Contactees were not a fringe movement–they were a crucial to it.  Without the Contactees, would UFOlogy have managed to maintain any sort of public interest between the glory days of early ’50s sightings and the glory days of alien experimentation reports? Their stories were immensely popular, as evidenced by the numerous books written and the conventions attended.  But 65 years later, why aren’t we hearing stories of people meeting jumpsuited Venusians in the desert?

The cynics among us could invoke Occam’s Razor and say it’s because benevolent Brothers are no longer in vogue, and besides, those stories were all hogwash to begin with.   Students of Contacteeism would be quick to point out that the flag is still carried by the likes of the Aetherius Society and the Unarians.  New Agers might say that Contact has evolved toward more nuanced methods of interaction like light language activation, and the conspiratorial could say that we are being deliberately kept in the dark by sinister men and women in black.

I would argue that it’s far more complex than all that, and perhaps a dash of all of the above.

The world during the Georgian Era was ripe for the tales of space brothers: The ’50s found the United States on top of the world with unparalleled power and prosperity, which also made it the biggest target in the world.  The simmering fear in the back of everyone’s mind was that their nuclear family could vanish in a nuclear instant.  So…extreme hope on one side vs extreme fear on the other.

Here we are, six and a half decades down the line, and that power and prosperity has dimmed, along with the constant fear of nuclear destruction.   Our scientific understanding has grown, which cuts right to the heart of many Contact tales.  And most people are more interested in the latest iPhone than they are in spiritual evolution from cosmic sources.  The light at the end of the tunnel seems more distant than ever.  Ironically, this is again something the Contactees warned us about, all those years ago.

They told us to be wary of nuclear proliferation, yet now we’re getting treacherously close to a new cold war with a country formed out of the old one.  Fukushima and Chernobyl have shown us the perils of even the best intentions when it comes to nuclear energy.   Environmental devastation has led to widespread calamities like more potent hurricanes and droughts.  The unstoppable power of the military industrial complex has kept us locked in a semi-permanent state of war.  Intense focus on consumerism has created economic circumstances that threaten the very existence of the middle class, and perhaps most tragically, places us so firmly in the physical world that we have lost sight of the intangible joys of life.

Before the hippies, before the peace marches on Washington, before the Vietnam War, the Contactees were carrying the banners of all these causes, and because their banners said “spacemen” on them, they got a lot of attention at the time.  Sure, not all their prophecies were so successful…. Wayne Aho said the new age would be here by 1980, and George Van Tassel said the Space Brothers would never allow a hydrogen bomb to be detonated.  For his part, Adamski generally steered clear of such specifics, keeping focused on big picture ideals.

I think we need to remember the Contactees.  They were a big part of UFOlogy, regardless of what most UFOlogists would say, but even in the greater society, they deserve some credit for pushing the peace movement forward at a time when the US didn’t think it needed one.  The Contactees were both ahead of–and yet incredibly stuck in—their time.

A frame from the storyboards for the film, depicting Adamski and Orthon’s meeting.

Maybe we haven’t achieved the big-picture dreams that the Contactees conjured, but I think we’ve made some strides in the “first steps” category.  There’s a greater awareness of our responsibility to the planet; women and people of color have seen their statuses improve dramatically over the decades; we’ve started thinking in terms of global consequence, rather than limiting ourselves to the borders of our white picket fences.  There’s a long, long way to go, as evidenced by the current sludge pit that passes for political discourse at the moment, but at least the message of the Contactees hasn’t been completely lost, even if their names have come close.

Viewed from the 21st century, the 1952 worldview seems almost quaint, but to me that’s a refreshing contrast to the vitriol spewing out of our newsfeeds every day.  I’d like to think that eventually, we can achieve the Utopian society based on ideals set forth in messages from spacemen and women.   But to make these great strides, we need to start with small steps forward.  Steps like those Adamski took into the Mojave Desert 65 years ago.

The Memorable November Twentieth

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I am George Adamski, philospher, student, teacher, saucer researcher. My home is Palomar Gardens, on the southern slopes of Mount Palomar, California, eleven miles from the big Hale Observatory, home of the 200-inch telescope–the world’s largest.

That’s how George Adamski begins his section of the book Flying Saucers Have Landed, which was mostly written by Desmond Leslie.  Where Leslie’s portion of the book was a rather dry accounting of ancient alien theories and UFOs throughout history, Adamski’s was a first hand account of what happened to him on the afternoon of November 20, 1952–the day, he said, he met a man from Venus named Orthon.

It was about 12:30 in the noon hour on Thursday, 20 November 1952, that I first made personal contact with a man from another world.  He came to Earth in his space craft, a flying saucer.  He called it a Scout Ship.

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 185

Having achieved some notoriety for flying saucer photographs he’d taken at his home on Mt. Palomar, Adamski had made the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. A.C. Bailey of Winslow, Arizona, as well as Dr. and Mrs. George Hunt Williamson of Prescott, Arizona.  (It should be noted that “Dr.” George Hunt Williamson was not in fact a doctor of any kind, and he later became a Contactee in his own right, going by the various names of Michael d’Obrenovic and Brother Philip).  In the wee hours of November 20, Adamski and his associates Alice K. Wells and Lucy McGinnis met up with the Williamsons and Baileys outside of Blythe, California.  They were hoping to spot a flying saucer landing in the desert.  George, it seems, had a feeling that something good might be happening that day.

They arrived at a spot 11 miles north of a town called Desert Center.  George had a feeling that they should stop, and so they did.  They wandered around for a while, and enjoyed a lunch along the side of the road, while some planes flew overhead.

Suddenly and simultaneously we all turned as one, looking again toward the closest mountain ridge where just a few minutes before the first plane had crossed.  Riding high, and without sound, there was a gigantic cigar-shaped silvery ship, without wings or appendages of any kind.  Slowly, almost as if it was drifting, it came in our direction; then it seemed to stop, hovering motionless.

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 188

One of Adamski’s photos of the mothership over Desert Center, taken through his telescope.

The group was understandably excited.  George however, felt that something was missing.

And in spite of all the excitement, I knew this was not to the place; maybe not even the ship with which contact was to be made, if that was in the plan.  But I did feel this ship had a definite ‘something’ to do with it all.

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 189

George felt convinced he was in mental contact with the occupants of that ship. He commanded to his friends “Someone take me down the road–quick!  That ship has come looking for me and I don’t want to keep them waiting!”  They drove down the road a ways until George told Lucy, his driver, to stop.  At that point, he jumped out of the car with his telescope and some camera gear, and headed out into the desert.  Al Bailey and Lucy McGinnis helped him set up his telescope, then George told them to get back to the others, as he had the gut feeling that this contact was to be with him and him only.  They returned to the group, who continued to watch George, now a speck in the distance.

A few minutes later, a flash in the sky attracted George’s attention.  He looked up to see a small flying saucer descending toward the hills nearby.  George snapped several photos of the craft, which he reproduced in the book.


Suddenly my reverie was broken as my attention was called to a man standing at the entrance of a ravine between two low hills, about a quarter of a mile away.  He was motioning to me to come to him, and I wondered who he was and where he had come from.  I was sure he had not been there before.  Nor had he walked past me from the road.  He could not have come from the side of the mountains on which we were.  And I wondered how he might have crossed over and descended any part of them without me having noticed him?

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 194

Thinking it was a prospector or rock hound, George walked toward the man, in case he might be in need of help.  As he approached, he noticed two unusual things: His trousers resembled ski trousers, certainly odd apparel for the desert, and his hair was long and blond, falling to his shoulders.  Not exactly the style of the day in 1952.  Suddenly, a feeling of great peace and calm came over him: “Now, for the first time I fully realised I was in the presence of a man from space–A HUMAN BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!”

The man extended his hand, as if to shake.  George tried to do so, but the man rejected this with a “smile and slight shake of the head”.  He then demonstrated that beings from other worlds greet each other by placing their hands palm-to-palm, without grasping.

The man was slender, about 5’6″ tall, and appeared to be about 28 years old.  He had a round face and extremely high forehead, large but calm grey-green eyes, slightly slanted.  His skin was the shade of an even, medium suntan.  He wore a garment that appeared to be one-piece, chocolate brown, and with a wide belt about his middle, yet the fabric was of a fine weave not similar to any fabric on Earth.

A drawing of Orthon by Alice K. Wells, who claimed she could see Adamski speaking to this man in the distance through binoculars.

The man did not answer George’s questions verbally for the most part, but through sign language and some degree of what Adamski called “thought transfer”, he established that the man came from the second planet from the sun–Venus.  That was the only time the man spoke, to repeat George’s spoken question “Venus?”  The man replied “Venus.”

George asked the man why they’d come, and received mental impressions that suggested they came in peace, and were concerned about “radiations going out from Earth.”

I asked if this concern was due to the explosions of our bombs and their resultant vast radio-active clouds?

He understood this readily and nodded his head in the affirmative.

My next question was whether this was dangerous, and I pictured in my mind a scene of destruction.

To this, too, he nodded his head in the affirmative, but on his face was no trace of resentment or judgment.  His expression was one of understanding, and great compassion; as one would have toward a much loved child who had erred through ignorance and lack of understanding.

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 198

After some more conversation in this manner, George asked if he’d come from that saucer he’d seen floating down.  The man turned and pointed into the distance, where George saw that very craft floating there, motionless over the desert floor.  He then got the impression that the large craft they’d seen earlier was a mothership, which carried these “scout ships” from Venus to the Earth.

Remembering a question that had often been asked of me by people with whom I had talked, I asked why they never land in populated places?

To this he made me understand that there would be a tremendous amount of fear on the part of the people, and probably the visitors would be torn to pieces by the Earth people, if such public landings were attempted.

I understood how right he was, and within my mind wondered if there ever would be a time when such a landing would be safe.

– Flying Saucers Have Landed, p. 202

They continued “speaking” for some time, discussing subjects ranging from whether Venusians believe in God (yes), whether the other planets in the solar system are inhabited (yes), and even whether their craft have ever crashed on Earth (also yes.)  For all the questions George asked, he forgot to ask one: the man’s name.  (Later, Adamski attributed the name “Orthon” to this man, but stressed that this was not the man’s actual name).

Orthon pointed toward his feet, particularly to his footprints, and it was at that point that Adamski noticed that the prints had unique markings.

Then they walked toward the scout craft, which was “translucent and of exquisite colour”, and he could discern other forms moving through it, as you might see people moving behind a wall made of glass bricks.  The sunlight glinted off the craft, giving off a prismatic effect.  Though Orthon warned him away, George stepped too close to the craft, and his right shoulder was caught in the “attraction-repulsion” effect of the engines, which threw his arm up, then down and back toward him.  He staggered away from the craft, his arm numb.

Orthon indicated the photographic plates that George had taken of the scout ship, and George gave him one.  Then he asked if he could take a ride in the ship, and Orthon shook his head, and that it was time for him to leave.  Orthon entered the ship, which lifted off, and disappeared into the sky.

The contact group on November 20, observing Orthon’s footprints in the sand.


The article which ran in the Nov. 24, 1952 edition of The Phoenix Gazette, with George’s photo of the scoutship rising above the knoll.

Reuniting with his friends, they examined the footprints that Orthon had left.  Williamson, being an anthropologist (or claiming to be one, anyway), had some plaster of paris in his trunk, and made casts of these footprints.  While they were doing this, they noticed military airplanes circling overhead.  Their presence was later confirmed in Project Blue Book, reporting on a sighting of a craft in the vicinity of the Salton Sea on November 20, 1952.  The group, with George’s permission, submitted an account of the experience to the Phoenix Gazette, which printed a report of it with photos, on November 24.

And the rest is history.

Take Me To Your Laughter

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TV aliens have always been funny, which is not to say the shows were always very good.

We had My Favorite Martian, Mork and Mindy, and the Great Gazoo, and while they were entertaining to some degree, the aliens were little more than wish-fulfillment props that could just as easily have been genies, witches, or superheroes.

But I’m seeing a new trend: humorous aliens who could only be aliens.  No longer props for funny line delivery and wacky fish-out-of-water stories, they are specifically linked to the true-life tales of alien contact.  Take, for example, this short from Chris and Jack:


And then there’s People of Earth, an underrated show with a quiet brilliance.  The plot revolves around reporter Ozzie Graham (Wyatt Cenac) as he travels to upstate New York to report on an alien abduction support group called StarCrossed.  At first, he is completely baffled by the stories the group tells him, until he starts to remember his own experiences.  Though not hilarious, the show is consistently charming.  The creators are clearly familiar with what actual Experiencers describe, exploring topics like screen memories, alien implants, multiple alien species, positive vs. negative encounters, and even the fact that “experiencer” is the preferred moniker, as opposed to “abductee.”

As Executive Producer David Jenkins says, it’s the Larry David version of The X-Files.  Here he is discussing his idea behind creating the show:

While The X-Files wasn’t (usually) humorous, it introduced pop culture to the Grays and alien abduction, giving aliens their own distinctive TV mythology.   Some credit is also due to Twin Peaks, with its explorations of Project Blue Book and the idea of screen memories.  The famous line “The owls are not what they seem” echoes stories Experiencers tell of seeing giant owls, deer, or rabbits after abduction encounters.  People of Earth uses a screen memory of a talking deer as a regular motif.

The aliens of PoE are not ethereal or otherworldly, but quite human in their tendencies to be deeply flawed and petty.  Jeff the Gray is all about procedure and getting things done.  Don the Nordic is innocent and loving. Jonathan the reptilian is manipulative and obsessed with his looks.  While these characterizations are funny on their own, they have their roots in typical abduction tales: grays are the worker bees, Nordics (as described my many Contactees) spread new age messages of peace and love, and reptilians are menacing shapeshifters who secretly control the world.

The Experiencers, ironically, are more alien; ostracized from society because of their bizarre beliefs in aliens, they struggle to maintain relationships in a world that doesn’t believe them.  The show portrays them sympathetically and never mocks them or trades compassion for cheap laughs.  PoE is unique in alien television in that it mines the real life stories of alien encounters for its humor, rather than just saying “aliens can do ANYTHING”.

Great show?  No, but eminently watchable.  I’d much rather watch this than a little green be-helmeted Martian granting wishes.  I am sure there are many who would argue that there are better comedies with aliens in them, but I feel this is the first one that stands on its own as an alien comedy.  Let me know if you agree or disagree in the comments.



Film Status Update

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As the audience for the They Rode the Flying Saucers grows on social media, I’m getting asked this question more and more frequently: “when will the movie be available?”  This is a logical question, and it’s one I find myself asking repeatedly.  The answer is a bit more tricky.

The Integratron

I have been in production on this film for close to nine years.  Originally,  I intended it to be a short doc using animation set to archival audio of the Contactees; but then it took on a life of its own.

At the beginning of production, I lived in Los Angeles, and in close proximity to me were a number of the historical Contactee sites: Giant Rock and the Integratron were a two hour drive away in Landers, Desert Center three hours away.  Mt. Palomar, where Adamski lived, was two hours away near Vista, California.  Just down the road from me was the Empire Center mall, which was once the Lockheed factory that employed George Van Tassel and Orfeo Angelucci.  The empty field where Angelucci had one of his contact experiences is now an apartment building where I briefly lived.   The Aetherius Society’s US headquarters were five blocks from my office.  I couldn’t ignore the opportunity, so I started shooting footage of these areas to use in the film, which was the gateway drug to shooting interviews.  And soon I had way too much content for a short documentary.  This was now a feature.

L to R: Myself, Glenn Steckling of the Adamski Foundation, and Alan Tolman, a friend of George Adamski’s, before our interview at the Oak Knoll Campground on Mt. Palomar, formerly Palomar Gardens.

In the intervening years, after I’d gone to conventions, met more people connected to this story and conducted more interviews, the project has bloomed into something that could potentially sustain a limited series.  I have dozens, if not hundreds, of hours of content.  Not all of it is golden, and some of it is quite academic and would only interest the dyed-in-the-wool fans of the subject.  In the last year, I have committed myself to paring this down into a manageable format with all the best stuff.  I have completed a rough cut and am on the way to a finished second cut of the film.  While it is still too long for the average person to sit and watch, it’s getting there.

But there are a number of steps yet to accomplish: animation and graphics, music, sound mix, rights and clearances, acquisition of stock footage, etc.  Without going too much in depth as to how the sausage is made, suffice it to say that my original goal that I established at the beginning of this year of having it completed by November 20 (the 65th anniversary of Adamski’s meeting with Orthon at Desert Center) is looking more and more unlikely.  This is also the reason for the lack of recent updates to this blog: time spent writing blog posts could be spent finishing the film.  For that, I apologize, but hopefully this will explain why.

The good news is, I suspect most of the production will be accomplished by then.  It is just a matter at that point of the various hurdles of securing distribution, fundraising, etc., to get this all finished and off to the races.

Desert Center, a few miles from Adamski’s infamous 1952 meeting with Orthon.

Which is really my way of saying, stay tuned: I’m going to be begging for money at some point, and I’d love for the fans of this blog and the various outlets on social media to be part of this process.  I want this movie to be the best it can be, and it will take a significant investment to finish this film and get it out to you.  But it will happen.  I’ve stuck with this film for the better part of a decade, so don’t worry that it will never see the light of day.  I’ve put too much time and energy into it to do that to you.  Or me.

Contact in the Desert and an Anti-Contact Conspiracy?

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One feels that anything can happen in the Mojave Desert, making it the perfect setting for the increasingly popular UFO convention Contact in the Desert.

CITD is nestled between key landmarks in Contactee lore: 13 miles south of Giant Rock and the Integratron (the lands of George Van Tassel), and 70 miles northwest of Desert Center, the site of George Adamski’s famous encounter with the Venusian Orthon in 1952.  It’s also a who’s who of UFOlogy.  This year, I met Giorgio of Ancient Aliens, reconnected with Mike Bara and Kathleen Marden, spoke with Richard Dolan on the subject of Edward Ruppelt vs. the Contactees, and watched a couple of fascinating lectures by the legendary Jacques Vallee.

I’m not saying it’s Giorgio, but it’s Giorgio.

Jacques Vallee

But other than those Vallee lectures, I didn’t attend many of the talks.  I was more interested in meeting and talking with the researchers and with attendees who’ve had experiences.  However, I’ve noticed a pattern over the years that bothers me: Whatever happened to these guys?

George Adamski, George Hunt Williamson, George King, Orfeo Angelucci, Dana Howard

Contact in the Desert is, as the name suggests, a convention about making contact with ET intelligence.  Every year, there are lectures about the Annunaki creating the human race to mine gold; conspiracy theories discussing UFO coverups; the latest evidence of bases on the moon or Mars.  Generally, they’re great lectures, but at no point is there a mention of Adamski, King, or the other mid-century Contactees–save one: George Van Tassel.  His Giant Rock Spacecraft Convention of the 1950s-1970s provided a template for CITD, and his Integratron is a draw for many of the attendees.  But even then, Van Tassel is referred to only in relation to Giant Rock and the Integratron; no recognition is given to the messages he conveyed as a Contactee.

And it doesn’t seem to be an oversight.  I’ve heard several complaints from the representatives of the classic Contactees that they’ve been shut out of CITD: their requests for booths or lectures are rejected.  While it’s possible this is part of a larger trend, CITD is the only convention I’ve heard such complaints about, and perhaps that is because it is the most similar to the old Giant Rock Conventions.  If these allegations are true, one wonders why a contact convention that hearkens back to the original contact convention would shrug off any identification with the very individuals who started the movement.

Rejecting the Contactees is a well-worn tradition in UFOlogy, started by the likes of Edward Ruppelt of Project Bluebook, Donald Keyhoe of NICAP, and Isabel Davis of CSI.  Keyhoe was irritated by the lack of evidence from the Contactees, while Davis flat out accused them of being “mentally imbalanced.”  But many UFOlogists have a different take: Greg Bishop, host of Radio Misterioso and author of a number of books on the broader subject of UFOs and the paranormal, has made the point that the Contactees were an important movement in UFOlogy because they were mavericks who dared to think outside accepted UFOlogical dogma.  Richard Dolan said he was glad I was making this film because it is a subject of historical interest that has been largely ignored.

This year’s convention, as is the case every year, focused primarily on conspiracy theories, modern day contact/abduction encounters, and above all, Ancient Aliens (both the show and the concept).  This year, I got to meet this guy:

That’s Erich von Däniken, the man who created the ancient astronaut theory in 1968 with this book Chariots of the Gods?.  Except…wait a minute…

In the early 50s, George Van Tassel spoke of the “Adamic Race” of ETs who colonized the Earth and created modern humans.  George Hunt Williamson published Other Tongues–Other Flesh, focusing on his discoveries of ancient ET contact in 1957.  George King of the Aetherius Society claimed that our great religious figures, such as Jesus, Buddha, and Krishna were ETs sent to Earth to guide us through our spiritual evolution.  All of this happened years before von Däniken wrote a syllable on the subject of ancient astronauts.  As hundreds of people sat in the amphitheater listening to lectures about astral projection and channeling ETs, I imagine very few were thinking about King encountering the Logos of Mother Earth in his astral form, or his channeling of the Cosmic Master Aetherius.  At workshops on various conspiracy theories like government cover-ups, I imagine very few thought about Van Tassel’s concern that we were being kept in the dark about the impending catastrophic flip of Earth’s magnetic field.  And while the overall message of the conference was largely love one another, I suspect very few attendees were familiar with the principles of Universal Law espoused by George Adamski.  For all the love of the Giorgios, why no love for the Georges?

It certainly doesn’t appear that there is an objection to the original contactees based on content alone.  So what’s going on?  Is it just general ignorance of the subject matter?  How aware are people of the original contacts in the desert by Adamski and Van Tassel?  Contacts that allegedly occurred a short drive from this very conference.

So, I asked a number of attendees if they had heard of the Contactees of the ’50s.  A few people were savvy, but most had only a vague idea of “that guy in the desert”, or “the people who talked about Venus”.  No one had heard of George King, or Hunt Williamson, or Dana Howard, or Orfeo Angelucci, or Dan Fry, or any of the others who laid the groundwork for the very convention they were attending. Whether there is a concerted effort to pretend Adamski et al never happened, I cannot say.  But whatever the cause, it seems to justify one of the key reasons I’m making this film: to fill a gap in the popular awareness of UFO history, and to let people make up their own minds about the subject, instead of brushing the Contactees under the rug the way UFOlogy has been doing for decades.


New Poster

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There’s nothing like a deadline to give you a kick in the pants to get things done.  I will be attending this year’s Contact in the Desert in Joshua Tree, California, as I’ve done most years.  It’s a great time, a lot of fun, and gives me a way to meet the people in the UFO “biz” as it were.

This year, since I’m aiming for a release of this film this fall, I wanted to do some promotion, and so I created a new poster for the film.  Here ’tis.


Special thanks to Gerard Aartsen for letting me swipe the title of one of his books as the tagline for my film.

I will be handing out postcard versions of this guy at the conference, so if you attend, find me and get one!

Illegal Aliens?

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A few days ago, I posted a link on Facebook to an article about the White House’s new “criminal aliens” hotline.  Though the hotline was intended to be a place to report undocumented immigrants dashing across the border, it has been flooded with calls reporting space aliens.  It is the latest in an increasingly long line of actions aimed at protesting the Trump administration’s draconian policies regarding immigration.

Then, reader Loren (thanks Loren!) directed my attention to these two articles, which go into the legalistic particulars that pertain to the arrival of extraterrestrials on Earth.  I’m no legal expert, so while I find them interesting reading, I can make no claims as to the soundness of their logic.  In the first article, the author explores the three possible types of first contact: Remote (contact via radio telescope, such as was depicted in the movie Contact), Direct (a craft landing at a site that is well-suited for the purpose, such as an Air Force base), or surprise (a ship landing in a park or in the middle of a major city, as in the film The Day the Earth Stood Still.)

There are only vague ideas of jurisdiction in these events, though the author does say that due to the state of emergency declared by Truman in 1950 and also by Nixon in the 70s, the President has broad authority to deal unilaterally in an alien contact scenario.  It is likely that in the last example, a surprise contact, that the being or beings would be detained and whisked away to a safe space in order to protect national security (and, presumably, to extract advantages in technology that could be used over ones enemies).

These legal arguments make certain assumptions; namely that they are “alive, three-dimensional and physically detectable, intelligent and possessing a ‘will to live'”.  Indeed, if Douglas Adams’s Hooloovoo, the “hyperintelligent shade of blue” were to show up, I feel there is little we could do about them.

However, there is precedent for just this sort of occurrence–a surprise contact by a being meeting all the above criteria–in Contactee lore.

In his book Stranger at the Pentagon, Dr. Frank Stranges tells the story of Valiant Thor, commander of the Victor-1, a ship from the planet Venus.  According to the book, Victor-1 landed in the outskirts of Alexandria, Virginia in 1957.  Immediately upon landing, he was detained by police.  (Granted, this was at Thor’s request)

Valiant Thor and friends speaking at Howard Menger’s UFO convention.

According to Stranges, Valiant Thor was then taken into custody at the Pentagon, where he lived for three years.  While this was portrayed in the book as more of an asylum situation as opposed to detention, what was made very clear is that Thor was not detainable.  He remained in a suite in the lower levels of the Pentagon for three years out of the goodness of his heart.  He had arrived on Earth to spread a message of love, to give secrets both scientific and philosophical to the upper echelons of government in order to raise the evolutionary level of the planet.  Specifically, Strange says, he met with President Eisenhower and Vice President Nixon.  They were less than receptive, saying that such secrets would destroy the stability of governments on the planet.

And so, Val just left.

There was nothing to hold him down, nothing we could do.  The only thing compelling Valiant Thor to abide by human laws was his willingness to do so.  Once that willingness no longer served his purpose, he chose to end his incarceration and simply vanished.

This example is a clear demonstration of the distinction between what the Contactees tell us the Space People believe and what our own human tendencies are.  On Earth, when faced with people of a slightly different cultural background or shade of skin, many people call for stronger laws and border walls and deportation squads.  There is fear and a desire to keep full communion with our fellow humans at bay, leading to an ever-expanding cycle of distrust.  The space people, from their “flying saucer’s eye view”, do not see such petty distinctions.  Their philosophy is summed up, ironically, in the words of Richard Nixon, speaking to the astronauts of Apollo 11:

Because of what you have done the heavens have become a part of man’s world, and as you talk to us from the Sea of Tranquility, it inspires us to redouble our efforts to bring peace and tranquility to earth. For one priceless moment in the whole history of man all the people on this earth are truly one—one in their pride in what you have done and one in our prayers that you will return safely to earth.


Why I Prefer “Flying Saucers” to “UFOs”

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Words are important.  In 1947, after pilot Kenneth Arnold claimed to have seen several crescent-shaped objects flying like saucers skipping on the surface of a pond, sensationalistic journalists coined the term “flying saucers.” (Notwithstanding the evidence that the term “flying saucers” was in use for years prior to that to describe clay pigeons used in skeet shooting) And a phenomenon was born.  Reports of flying saucers soared, leading up to the 1952 “summer of the saucers”, in which thousands of reports hit the news.

Despite journalists having originated the phrase, most journalists back in the day seemed unable to utter it unironically, and usually added “so called” before it, as in “Mr. Jones saw a so-called flying saucer over his house.”  The phrase rolls so easily off the tongue now, after sixty years of cultural programming, it’s easy to forget that it is actually conjuring an image of dishes soaring through the sky.  That said, it is usually said in reference to 1950s sci fi movies, because it’s not a term that people use much anymore.  It is, really, a silly term.

But the US government was compelled to investigate. Obviously they can’t investigate flying dishes, so they had to look at it from a more distanced and one could say distinguished perspective.  Thus, Edward Ruppelt, director of the USAF’s Project Bluebook, coined the term “UFO”, for Unidentified Flying Object.

Ruppelt sought a new term that could be used to describe objects that were of any shape and size (not just saucer-shaped), as well as to describe objects which were completely mundane but just not readily identifiable. After all, a weather balloon is a UFO if you don’t know what it is.  But if you hear someone use the term “UFO”, you know they are talking about a spacecraft that carries little green men.  It will still be a UFO if it’s on the ground, and it will still be a UFO if it’s ethereal and not a solid object.  Though the term UFO was intended to distance these sightings from the sensationalism and foregone conclusion that they were aliens from space, it now means exactly that.

To address this, the term UAP for Unexplained Aerial Phenomena has come into vogue. Even Hillary Clinton, on the Jimmy Kimmel show, corrected his usage of “UFO” by saying “You know there’s a new name….unexplained aerial phenomenon.”

So “flying saucers” was a joke, and “UFO” became saddled with cultural baggage.  Will “UAP” be any different, or will it too become a perjorative?

“UFO” does not describe the craft the Contactees saw.  UFO is (literally) a military term, a clinical way to describe some unknown other.  In the book pictured above, The Report on Unidentified Flying Objects, Ruppelt begins with a story of an F-86 fighter that opened fire on a UFO because the pilot didn’t know what else to do.  Consider how Ruppelt pronounced “UFO”, as well:  “You Foe.”  It means these things are to be feared, to looked at with suspicion.

In other words, precisely the opposite of the Contactees.  They regarded these craft and the beings within them as objects of wonder, things to be in awe of, things to revere.  They also knew that these things were not “unidentified” at all.  Adamski knew that the scoutship he saw was Venusian.  Menger’s similar, but slightly different scouts were Saturnian.  Aura Rhanes came to earth on a ship from the planet Clarion.

“Flying saucers” evoke a simpler time, and while it isn’t the most precise of descriptions (as it can be attributed to disks, crescents, triangular, or cigar-shaped craft), it doesn’t leave room for mystery.  These are vehicles that bring our alien visitors here.

Some UFOlogists could arguably be called saucerologists, as they’re more interested in proving that these phenomena are alien visitors, rather than coming up with other things they could be.  Stanton Friedman, for example, frequently uses the term “flying saucer”, presumably for similar reasons to mine.  I would argue that Friedman is the spiritual successor to Major Donald Keyhoe, the former head of NICAP, who used the term “saucers.”  Both of these men would be horrified to be lumped in with the Contactees, and that’s not what I’m attempting to do; rather, I’m just saying that, basically, if you know what something is, and you know it’s a spaceship, why would you call it “unidentified”?

I, for one, think it is time we bring this back into the lexicon.  When modern UFOlogists talk about “UFO disclosure”, aren’t they really talking about flying saucer disclosure?  They’re not looking for the government to release the secret files of weather inversions or swamp gas…they want acknowledgement of the existence of alien visitations.  The Secret of the Saucers, as Orfeo Angelucci put it.

How to Hoax a Contact

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It’s pretty simple.  All you have to do is say that you had a contact experience.

Contact experiences, as scientists and UFOlogists alike will tell you, are problematic because of the lack of evidence behind them.  Though there are some exceptions to this–various people from George Adamski to Howard Menger have offered up photographs and other artifacts–most of this evidence is rejected out of hand, because Contactees are the unwanted stepchildren of UFOlogy.

Adamski offered a number of photographs; in fact, that’s how he became famous, by presenting photos of flying saucers with unprecedented detail and clarity.  Over the years, these photos have been generally dismissed as being the lid of an egg brooder or the top of a Coleman lantern, as a man named Joel Carpenter notes.  But of course, no direct evidence of fabrication or hoaxing was ever found.

The chicken brooder I found on the family farm. I was shocked to see it at first because it did resemble a flying saucer so much.

Howard Menger’s photographs seem almost painterly in comparison.  Which is tricky, considering he was, in fact, a painter by trade.  But again, the only evidence we have of Menger’s hoaxing his evidence is his saying that he did so. (Which he later recanted, saying he was part of a government campaign to test the waters of how the public would handle a UFO Contact).

In both of these cases, these men could have told their tales without changing them at all without providing evidence.  But they chose to back up their claims with photographs and artifacts, which perhaps increased their visibility and gave them more attention, but also made them more controversial figures.  Because it’s one thing to fabricate a story in a public forum, but it’s another thing entirely to fabricate evidence.  Whether Adamski’s claims are true or not, I think his reputation as a polarizing figure is largely derived from this distinction. If a skeptic analyzes the claims of, say, Orfeo Angelucci, they will likely dismiss his stories.  But to dismiss Adamski’s story requires also rejecting the accompanying photographs and the corroborating statements from others.  If that additional evidence is perceived as fake, the effort that went into them becomes somewhat more dastardly, leaving a sort of bad taste in the mouth.

The average modern person definitely finds it difficult to stomach the claims of the Contactees of the 1950s.  Beautiful blond humans from the planet Venus fly in the face of what NASA tells us about the surface of that planet, for example.  So, the tendency is largely toward labeling them as hoaxers or as insane.  And some Contactees, undoubtedly, were mentally unstable or hoaxers, and a few were even convicted of criminal offenses.  But the same could be said for almost any group out there–butterfly collectors, graphologists, census-takers, and IT personnel.  To wipe away entire groups with a simple brush of the hand is, to me, missing the point.

Just looking at the four Georges–Adamksi, Van Tassel, King, and Hunt Williamson–all of these men have been dogged by claims of being con artists, out to make a buck, delusional, and demagogues in training.  Generally speaking, when I’ve met with Contactees and their representatives, I’ve found them to be some of the kindest, most sincere people I’ve ever met, and describing them as outright frauds doesn’t jibe with my experience.  Perhaps I’m naive.  Even if I’ve not always been convinced of the truthfulness of their stories, I have been convinced of their sincerity.  But who really knows?  Without evidence, anything is possible.  It’s also possible that their claims were totally or partially true, a story that started with a germ of fact that became a big fish story.

Regardless, the Contactees are not so easily dismissed.  Strange phenomena seemed to follow Adamski in his wake; people around him saw craft in the sky.  The Integratron, allegedly given as mental blueprints to Van Tassel via mental channeling, is a marvelous building with fascinating construction and peculiar acoustics.  The Aetherius Society, still running, is the spiritual home of many kind and wonderful people.

Some of their stories may have been exaggerated.  Others may have been totally fabricated.  Others may have been legitimate, or perhaps involved interpretation that others would not agree with.  In my experience, too much emphasis is placed on the literal truth or falsehood of these stories.  What is lost is the message and implications behind them, which is a message that can seem quaint, but is becoming ever more relevant; that the world is headed for a major disaster, and it is up to us to do something about it.  The Space Brothers, whether real or imagined, serve as a role model towards which we can strive as a species.  To overcome conflict and the foibles of human evolution; to raise ourselves both spiritually and technologically; to concern ourselves deeply with the welfare of our fellow beings…these are the important things to take away from the Contactees, not whether Adamski’s Venusian scout ship was the top of a Coleman lantern.

It is not the intention of this film to give any solid answers to these questions.  I am not going to comment on whether Adamski or Van Tassel was telling the truth, because I have no way of knowing.  I want merely to present the information in a way that lets people decide for themselves.  Perhaps that’s a cop-out.  But I honestly feel that too often in this world, we’re told what to think and feel, and I don’t want to contribute to that.  So I allow and welcome comments from believers and nonbelievers alike on this blog.

Movie Review: This Island Earth

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The late Bill Warren (who I interviewed for my film) called This Island Earth “the best and most significant science fiction movie of 1955.”  I will defer to his judgment on that, but I will say that it’s probably the best movie ever to be spoofed by MST3K.  Here, you can see it in all its glory:

But why review this movie?  It’s not a Contactee film at all.

The last time I saw TIE, I took it for what it was probably intended to be: an entertaining sci-fi film capitalizing on the popularity of flying saucers.  Since working on my own film, I’ve noticed a few Contactee-eque elements in TIE that make me suspect the filmmakers had at least a passing familiarity with the stories of Adamski et al.  Or I would think that, were it not for one inconvenient fact: The story predates the Contactees.

Though the movie came out in 1955, well into the Contactee craze, it was based on a novel by Raymond F. Jones that was originally published in serial form in the late 1940s, only a couple years after the modern era of flying saucers began.  There are many differences between the novel and the finished film, so is this an example of life (being the Contactees) imitating art, or were the filmmakers perhaps influenced to adjust things from the source material to make it a little more similar to Contactee tales?

In the film, Dr. Cal Meachum (Rex Reason) is a renowned scientist with a square jaw and clearly overdubbed superhero voice.  He’s also an experienced pilot who casually flies jets like going for a Sunday stroll.  On one of his flights, when his instrumentation goes out, his jet is in the process of crashing, only to be saved by a mysterious green glow which gently sets his plane on the ground.


Dr. Meachum is then given mysterious instructions for creating an “interociter”, which proves to be a fantastically powerful and rather nonspecific machine.  Is it a communications device or weapon or tractor beam or spy machine?  Or all of the above?  With the interociter, he makes contact with Exeter (Jeff Morrow), a friendly-faced and giant-foreheaded fellow who invites him to a scientific retreat called “The Club”.  Once there, Meachum finds himself surrounded by the best and brightest scientists of earth, and grows suspicious of Exeter’s motives.


It turns out that — SPOILER — Exeter and his fellows are actually aliens from the planet Metaluna, involved in an interestellar war with the Zahgons.  Their planet is on the brink of destruction, and they need our nuclear technology to save themselves.  Exeter takes Meachum and another scientist named Ruth Adams (Faith Domergue) to Metaluna, where he encounters a Mutant (pronounced “mute ant”), an insect-like being (“larger of course, with a higher degree of intelligence”) that acts as a security guard. Meachum discovers that the Metalunans intend to invade and take over the Earth, and it is only the intercession of Exeter and the timely explosion of the entire planet that stops them.  Meachum and Adams are returned to Earth, and Exeter dies a noble death as his flying saucer runs out of gas, becoming a fireball somewhere over the Pacific.


While the Metalunans are far from the peace-loving Space Brothers (they do, after all, intend to conquer the Earth), the Space Brother “feeling” is personified in Exeter, who defies orders from his superiors in order to save two human beings.  His actions earlier in the film showed him to be a rather ineffective middle manager, but near the end, he is redeemed when he says “Our universe is vast–full of wonders.  I shall explore, perhaps find another Metaluna, a place inhabited by beings not unlike myself.”

There are a number of further correlations with Contactee lore.  Dr. Meachum wasn’t just some random Joe who got abducted; he was sought out by the aliens and given special access.  “I don’t remember applying for a job,” Meachum says to Exeter.  “You didn’t,” says Exeter, suggesting they’ve been watching him for some time.  “We’d like you to join our…team, you might say, at once.”  Being “chosen” is a core element of Contactee lore; the people chosen by the Space Brothers are chosen because, they’re told, they will be able to carry out a mission effectively.  (One could argue that the Space Brothers really need better sampling practices).

When they come to pick up Dr. Meachum, they do so by sending a self-flying airplane.  He is the only occupant, and it takes him to their secret hideout in the middle of nowhere.  This sequence echoes a scene described by Orfeo Angelucci, in which an egg-shaped craft descended in an empty field and shuttled him up to the mothership in orbit.

Once chosen, the Space Brothers give their contacts a mission; usually this means to spread the word of the Space Brothers, but in some cases, it means to build machines that will change our world.  Much like how the Metalunans gave Dr. Meachum instructions for building the interociter, which would potentially advance human technology immensely.  This is not unlike George Van Tassel constructing the Integratron at the bidding of the Space Brothers, and has the added bonus of having a similarly cool sounding name.

Dr. Meachum was taken aboard the Metalunan craft and given a brief tour, much like in many a Contactee tale.  The detail I found interesting is that Meachum and Adams had to enter “conversion tubes” that adjusted their physiology to withstand the Metalunan atmosphere.  In his book From Outer Space to You, Howard Menger describes an incident in which he was first invited into a flying saucer.  His guide fired a beam at him, which caused him to feel a warm tingling sensation over his entire body.


When Howard asked what this was for, the man said:

“We projected the beam on you to condition and process your body quickly so you could enter the craft.  What actually happened was that the beam changed your body frequency to equal that of the craft.  Thus you felt entirely comfortable inside the craft and suffered no ill effects.”

Then This Island Earth puts a new twist on the typical Contactee tale:  it is the aliens who need help from the Earth, rather than the other way around.  Their planet is dying, not ours.  They are the ones who need nuclear energy to save their world.  The fact that nuclear energy enters into the equation and it is not something to be feared, but rather a savior technology is unique in many ways.   And how would it be a savior technology?  By creating an impenetrable shield that the cold, calculating Zahgons cannot pierce.  Could Metaluna be a symbolic version of peace-loving America, beset upon by monstrous Soviets, forced to use nuclear energy to save the planet?

Also worth mentioning is the Mutant: a lumbering insect-like being with an exposed cerebrum and giant, staring eyes.  It appears to be a brainless automaton slaved to the will of the humanoid Metalunans.  While its presence in the film is jarring, there is a cultural significance to it.  Most Contactees described only human-looking extraterrestrials; but later Experiencer tales feature alien crews composed of both the human-like and the more “alien” aliens, such as Grays, Reptilians, or Insectoids.  The Mutant is a nice blend of all three: the eyes and roboticism of the Grays, the bulk and power of the Reptilians, and the physical appearance of the Insectoids.

Whether the makers of This Island Earth had any familiarity with Contactee tales is unclear, and certainly the Metalunans are not Space Brothers.  The Contactees told of Space Brothers coming to Earth in friendship and with our best interests at heart.  But in the movies, as Bill Warren says in his book Keep Watching the Skies!:

Benign visitors from space are few in the 1950s; the best we can hope for is indifference (It Came from Outer Space) or well-intentioned but stern policemen (The Day the Earth Stood Still).  The choices we are presented with aren’t between invasion and friendship, but between invasion and exploitation, and invasion and indifference.  The wonders of the universe seem to be for those other than human beings.  This Island Earth reverses the message of the novel, which is that we must be admitted to the congress of the planets, and instead seems to be claiming that we should just be left alone.  Everyone out there is fighting, and too much intelligence isn’t good for you.