Are we Alone? - Child from Mars

The first time I heard about the unusual boy named Boriska was from stories of the participants of an expedition to the north of Volgograd Province.

“Imagine, when everyone was sitting around the bonfire in the evening, this little boy, about seven years old, suddenly and loudly demanded silence: he was going to tell us about the inhabitants of Mars and about their trips to Earth," said one of the witnesses who shared his impressions. "Well, someone was still chatting in a low voice, and then the boy

strictly demanded our full attention, or else 'there would be no story'."

And so the other conversations died off. And this is why: the round-faced child with the big eyes, in a summer T-shirt and a cool baseball cap, completely unafraid of the adults, began an unbelievable story—about the Martian civilisation, about megalith-cities and Martian spaceships, about flights to other planets, and about the country of Lemuria on Earth, the life of which he knew about personally, having at some point flown here from Mars to this huge continent in the middle of the ocean and where he had friends…

Many were shocked at two things. First, the unusual knowledge that a seven-year-old should not have had, and, second, the speech of Boriska was not at the level of a child in the first grade. He used such terminology, details and facts from the pasts of Mars and the Earth that everyone was impressed. Only from the emotional outbursts could you tell that this proper and sensible speech was from a child.

"Why did Boriska talk like this?" wondered my interlocutor. "Apparently, he was provoked by his surroundings at the expedition camp. Here were gathered interested people with open minds, pursuing the solutions of the many secrets of Earth and the cosmos, and Boris, listening to the day of conversations, expostulated in his speech what had long been in his memory."

"Could he have made it all up? Watched all the Star Wars movies and started to make up stories?"

"It seems not. This did not sound like a fantasy," argued my colleague. "More like it was the memory of the past, memories from his past reincarnations. These sorts of details can't be imagined; they must be personally known."

The words about the memories of past reincarnations decided everything: I understood that I had to meet Boriska. Now, after meeting with him and his parents, I am trying to put everything together in order to understand the mystery of the birth of this young being.

Boriska's Mother's Recollections

Boriska appeared in the world in the city of Volzhk, in a provincial maternity hospital. His birthdate is 11 January 1996 at 8.30 am.

His parents are good and kind people. Nadezhda Kipryanovich, Boris's mother, is a dermatologist in a city clinic and graduated from the Volgograd Medical Institute in 1991. His father, Yuri Tovstenev, is a retired officer, in his time a graduate of the Kamishinsky Higher Military Institute, and now works as a construction supervisor. They themselves would be happy if someone could help them solve the mysterious phenomenon of their son, but for now they watch their miracle with curiosity.

"When Boriska was born, I noticed that at 15 days old he already held his head up," recalls Nadezhda. "His first word, baba ("grandmother"), he said at four months old and from then on you could say that he started to talk. He made his first sentence at seven months with the words "I want a nail"—he'd seen a nail in the wall—although generally children start speaking much later. The most remarkable of his intellectual abilities were beyond the physical."

"How did they manifest?"

"When Boris was a year old, I started giving him letters following the Nikitin system and, if you can imagine, at a year and a half he could already read heavy newspaper type. He learned to recognise colours in a variety of hues  early and easily. At two years old he began drawing, and at two and a half he could paint. He could draw in different hues."

Boris went to day care after he turned two. All of the caregivers said that he was very gifted with languages and had unusual brain development. They noticed that he had a phenomenal memory. However, his parents noticed that the way their son gathered knowledge was not only through observing his surroundings but, it would seem, from other sources: he picked up information somehow from nowhere!

"No one taught him," remembers Nadezhda, "but he somehow got into the habit of sitting in the lotus position—and just listen to him! He cast such pearls and details about Mars, about the planetary systems and other civilisations that it amazed us. But how could the child know all of this? Space and the cosmic subjects in his stories—these were the constant topics from when he was two."

Mars, Indigo Children and Planetary Catastrophes

Boriska announced that he used to live on Mars and that the planet was habitable but it had survived the worst catastrophe in its history—the loss of its atmosphere—and now a few remaining inhabitants live in underground cities. At that time, he often flew to the Earth on trade and scientific research missions. It would seem that he himself had been a pilot of a space vessel. This was at the time of the Lemurian civilisation, and he had a Lemurian friend who died before his eyes.

"A huge catastrophe happened on Earth, where mountains exploded and a great continent broke apart and sank under the water, and all of a sudden a huge stone fell on the building where my friend was," reported Boriska. "I couldn't save him. And now on Earth we should meet again..."

Boriska sees the whole picture of the destruction of Lemuria as if it just happened, and he suffers about the death of an Earthling as if he himself was guilty of causing it.

Once he saw a book which his mother had brought, Where Do We Come From? by Ernst Muldashev. You needed to see the effect this had on the little boy. He looked at the drawings of Lemurians, the photographs of the Tibetan pagodas, and two hours later he could talk in detail about the Lemurian race and at a high level about their discoveries.

"But Lemuria was destroyed at least 800,000 years ago," I said carefully, "and the  Lemurians were more than nine metres tall— and yet somehow you remember all of this?" "Yes, I remember; certainly no one told me about it," replied Boris.

Another time he began to remember a lot after  seeing the illustrations in a second book by Muldashev, In Search of the City of Gods, about burial chambers and the pyramids. He said that they would find knowledge not under the Pyramid of Cheops but under a different one. But they have not found it yet. "Life will change when they open the Sphinx," he said, and added that the Sphinx will open somewhere behind the ear but he can't remember exactly where.

He talks engagingly, when the inspiration comes, about the Mayan civilisation, feeling that people do not know very much about that fascinating people. But the most striking thing is that Boriska thinks that now on Earth is the time when special children are being born because of some great changes to come to the planet and because new knowledge will be needed beyond the Earthling mentality.

"How do you know about these gifted children, and why is it happening?" I asked him during our meeting. "Do you know that they are being called 'Indigo children'?"

"I know that they are being born, but haven't met any in our city. But, maybe Julia Petrova: she believes me, which means that she feels something. The others usually laugh when I tell stories. On Earth, something is going to happen — therefore these children are being born. They have to help people. The poles will switch."

"You aren't afraid of this, even though it may affect your life as well?"

"No, I'm not afraid: we live forever. There was a catastrophe on Mars, where I lived before. They were the same people as us, but there was a nuclear war and everything burned. Some people survived and houses were built and new weapons. There was also a change of continents there. However, that continent was not large.

"Martians breathe air which is mostly carbon dioxide. If they came to our planet, they would always stay near smoke stacks."

"And you, if you are from Mars, can easily breathe our air or do you need carbon dioxide?"

"Once you find yourself in this Earthly body, then you breathe this air. But we hate Earth's air, because from your air comes ageing. There, on Mars, people are forever young, around 30–35, and there are no old people. With every year these children from Mars will be born more and more on Earth. In our city there will be no fewer than twenty."

"Do you remember your old name or the names of your friends?"

"No, I can never remember names."

"From what age do you remember yourself?"

"From thirteen I remember my former life, and here I remember myself since birth, but I do not forget where I came from. We wore special glasses there, and we fought all of the time. On Mars, there was one unpleasant thing: a station which needed to be destroyed. Mars can be revived, but this station prevents that. It is secret. I can draw how it looks; we were near it. This station is against us."

"Boris, why do our space stations [sic] 'die' more often than not when they are landing on Mars?"

"There is a signal coming from Mars, and it tries to kill the stations [sic]. There are harmful rays on these stations." I was amazed about the harmful P h o b o s rays. In 1988, a man from Volzhsk, Yuri Lushnichenko, a man with extrasensory powers, tried to contact the leaders of the Soviet space program to warn them of the imminent failure of their Mars space probes Phobos 1 a n d Phobos 2, particularly because of the rays and radioactive batteries which were alien to the planet. They did not listen to his warnings. They did not feel the need to respond, even today, although in order to succeed, according to  ushnichenko, it is necessary to change tactics when approaching the surface of Mars.

UFOs and Lost Planets

"Do you know about multiple dimensions? You know, to fly you don't need to follow a straight trajectory but can go through multidimensional space?"

I carefully enquired with an out-of-this-world question from the point of view of mainstream science.

Boriska suddenly perked up and began to explain energetically about the construction of UFOs. "We just launched and we were already near the Earth!"

Then he took a piece of chalk and drew something triangular on the blackboard.

"There are six layers," he  enthused. "The outer layer takes 25 per cent of the durable material, the second layer takes 30 per cent and is like rubber, the third takes another 30 per cent and is again metal; four per cent is a layer with magnetic properties." He wrote the figures on the board. "If  you power  the magnetic layer with energy, the apparatus can fly all over the universe."

We adults looked at each other. In which grade do they study percentages? Of course, they had not got to that in school yet, but it seems Boriska is having serious difficulties at school. They put him directly into second grade after assessments, but then they tried to get rid of him. Who, you tell me, would like it when a child suddenly interrupts the teacher to say, "Maria Ivanovna, you're not telling the truth! You aren't teaching us correctly!" And that happens more than once a day.

"What is Boriska's mission on Earth? Does he know it?" I asked both him and his mother.

"He said that he is guessing," said Nadezhda. "He knows something about Earth's future; for example, that knowledge will be distributed according to the quality and the level of consciousness. New knowledge will never come to vicious people with petty vices—thieves, bandits, alcoholics—and also those who aren't willing to change themselves for the better. They will be leaving the planet. He thinks that information will play the most important role. A time of unity and cooperation will begin on Earth."

"Boris, where do you know this from?"

"From inside myself," he answered seriously. Once, when he was five, he amazed his parents when he began talking about Proserpine, a planet which died hundreds of thousands or possibly millions of years ago. And this word, Proserpine, he said without having heard it anywhere else.

"A beam sliced through it, and it fell to pieces," explained Boriska. "Physically the planet no longer exists, but its inhabitants teleported into the fifth dimension, which you are calling a parallel world. We observed the death of the planet from Mars," he clarified.

And suddenly he said the unimaginable. He said that the Earth, as a living conscious being, began to accept the children of Proserpine in order to educate them. Therefore, occasionally children are born here who can remember about their home planet and consider themselves  extraterrestrials.

This is what Boris's mother Nadezhda kept in her journal; it is what Boris once said to her:

"You are a forerunner. You have cleared the platform for us. In the highest spheres, you are considered a hero. You have the heaviest burden on your shoulders. I have come to the New Time. A holographic code is already visible and is superimposed on space. Everything will come to light in a new fire of thought, very quickly... The transition from one world to the other will take place through the substance of Time. I have brought the New Time. I have brought the New Information..."

Boriska's Martian Chronicles

About a year later, I went to Zhirnovsk to meet with Boriska and find out the latest details of his life. Of course, first of all the discussion was with his mother. "I looked in to the room, because I heard Boriska talking to someone, but I knew for sure that he was alone," recalls Nadezhda.

"He was in fact alone, and in front of him was a coloured mosaic made of children's constructor toys, and on it was the double spiral of DNA! I recognised it clearly from my studies at the medical institute.

"And he said to someone, 'I'm the pilot of a research ship, a scientist, but I will never perform the cross-breeding of human and reptile DNA! It contradicts the rules of natural selection.'  A few Latin words followed. I was just stunned; and instead of listening more, I started to shake him. 'What is this? Who are you talking to?' And Boriska suddenly came out of his trance, confused, and muttering 'I'm playing'.

"Yet again, I realised that I don't know my son very well. It's true that when I asked him later, he told me that this information is not for people and that when he lived on Mars they had slightly different branches of DNA—a bit different than the DNA of the Lemurian race.

"But basically I understood that if he remembers the Martian period of his life, then it would be from the point of view of different time periods. That is, it seems that he appeared on Mars numerous times and remembers various episodes of his lives, probably over the course of many thousands of years."

"So you don't think that these are simply childish fantasies?"

"Maybe I would be glad to think that, but it doesn't fit. There's  too much completely  unusual knowledge involved here. There's simply nowhere that he could have got it from. True, I don't think that he remembers his past lives in the same way that we remember the day before. Of course  not. His memory is very fragmented and reveals itself under certain conditions, and it's possible that gradually it will fade. Yes, he can connect to external sources of information and be their transmitter, but ten minutes later he can simply forget this information, like a normal child."

Yet their recordings in the past months are curious recollections by Boriska about serious cataclysms on Mars. For example, he insists that in the last hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, there were serious problems with water. Mars began to lose its atmosphere and water catastrophically. Boriska said that there were special ships going to the nearest planet, Earth, to get water. They looked like cylinders and served as mother ships. He talked a lot about his duties and work in space. The boy does not like American movies about space adventures and wars very much, and says that everything there is skewed and made up.

Once he said that the scientists of Earth would be interested to know that there are not nine planets in our solar system but two more. They are located beyond Pluto.

In his words, Mars used to be closer to Jupiter and the Moon then belonged to Mars. But after a giant cosmic cataclysm, Mars changed its orbit, which is how Earth got its satellite, the Moon. However, Boriska can't remember any details about that period.

One time, while watching a TV show on the Discovery Channel, he began to talk with great enthusiasm about the Grey civilisation—small humanoids with huge eyes.

"They aren't Martians," he said, indicating at the screen. "We aren't like this; we're closer to Lemurians and Atlanteans. First, we're tall, and these are dwarves. Second, the Greys are cruel. They are from another galaxy, and let themselves perform any experiments on people. We even had to fight them, because they are aggressors. Our race was kind, less aggressive and the most intellectual, as we could even use psychic energy." Firing out his words, sometimes stuttering, all said in a short speech, the boy then turned his attention back to his normal games, and the "problem of the Greys", in the words of his mother, hasn't come up again. It seemed to be a flare of memory which may never be repeated.

But if there are to be any new statements about life in space, on Mars or in the solar system, there will be doubts. The boy, in the words of specialists, is "closing up". Most likely, the difficulties of our Earthly reality are causing this to happen—as they do for other Indigo children.

Scientific Interest in Indigo Children

That representatives of science are truly interested in Boriska is an unarguable fact. A doctor of physical-mathematical science, Professor Vladislav Lugovenko, of the Institute of Terrestrial Magnetism, Ionosphere and Radiowave Propagation (IZMIRAN) of the Russian Academy of Sciences, met with Boriska and invited him to Moscow for examination.

Some of Lugovenko's colleagues participated in the examination of the boy. Lugovenko conducts research into Indigo children in Russia and other countries, and considers they have been born on this planet over the past 20 years for a reason.

Apparently these children are connected to the development of a future Earth civilisation.

Boriska and his mother were invited to a special education camp on Atalsky Lake in Tulskaya Province, where there is a spot where the Earth's energy has  a particular effect on people. I have read a scientific report on the measurements of the causal, ethereal, emotional and mental limits of the biofields of the expedition members. I have to say that, first, the boy has a really strong biofield in comparison with the other participants and, second, after the expedition his biofield expanded more so than that of the others.

Photographs of Boriska's aura also tell a lot about him. To quote a document:

"Before the experiment, the prevailing colour in the photo was yellow, which characterises the intellectual strength of a happy, attractive person. In the bottom left corner, a bright red colour can be seen, which can suggest the activity, unselfish love and energy of the boy.

"After the experiment, the photo changed relatively little: in the bottom left corner, a green light appeared. This suggests the life force, positive tendency and friendliness of the boy."

Lugovenko intends to continue the  observations of Boriska, and recently he went  to Zhirnovsk to familiarize himself with Boriska's life in his home. He also went to the anomalous zone on Blue Mountain, which is a few dozen kilometres from Zhirnovsk.

"I am sure that, in the moral sense, Indigo children greatly differ from others their age," relates Dr Lugovenko. "They have an extraordinary sensitivity to any falseness, a development of intuition, telepathic powers and a connection to the cosmos. We can hope that the boy will fulfil his intended mission on Earth, about which neither he nor we can guess yet." "If evil powers don't prevent him," I would add. Perhaps I want to hope that Boriska's troubles will only serve to strengthen him.

Editor's Note:

This article is provided courtesy of Project Camelot and has

been edited for space. The complete version as well as video

footage taken by the Project Camelot team and other material

related to Boriska can be viewed at http://projectcamelot.org/

indigo_boy_from_mars.html.

A short item about Boriska was published in NEXUS

Twilight Zone, vol. 13, no. 1.

A younger Boriska

MANY YEARS LATER...

We headed to pick up Boriska and his mother from Moscow... with the traffic it took over an hour. When we finally rolled up outside the high rise older apartment building where Boriska is staying they were nowhere in sight. We spent a few minutes in the parking lot when we noticed a gangly youngster peeking around the corners of the building at us... and ducking away when he saw me looking.

He wore a backwards red baseball cap and an impish expression I could see even at a distance. After a moment I realized this must indeed be Boriska... and when his mother appeared she waved us over to meet him. He had run behind the partition and was apparently experiencing a bout of shyness... I quickly went around the corner and stuck my hand out with a smile... telling him in English everything would be ok. He took my hand and smiled sweetly. I knew we would be friends.

Later, during the interview, Boriska exhibited all the signs of a young boy becoming a teenager, reluctant to express more than was absolutely necessary... waving away the details as things he spoke about in his youth, now his mind was on other things. This life had taken a firm hold and no more did his eyes shine with the memories of his past life on Mars or even Lemuria.

In spite of this, his charm and impish personality shone through as he patiently waded through our pragmatic adult questions. His eyes roamed and his imagination searched for more stimulation than provided by this small room with little furniture, crammed with adults and cameras... He squirmed to escape to his video game where he played an Avatar, part cat and part superman... scaling walls and outwitting enemies at every turn.

He was bored with us!! But earnest and polite to a fault.. unusual for a boy of 11. He spoke about the wars that caused the end of the Martian civilization, how they tried to turn Jupiter into a 2nd sun... with what purpose is unclear. He was surprised in the most humble way, to learn that his professor friend, Vladislav Lugovenko, remembered well an incident where Boris tapped into a dangerous event that happened on his way home in the subway. When he arrived home, Boris asked him about the thugs who had approached and threatened him... when the professor had said nothing. "You are a telepath", I told him. "Not yet"... he modestly replied... with a small smile, wise beyond his years, careful and delicate.

When asked what he thought of the humans on this planet he sighed quietly then said he "did not like to speak bad about people".

The understatement said it all. What must he really be seeing through those wonderfully clear eyes? This is not so much an interview as an exploration of the place and time that this 11 year old boy finds himself in, with some surprise. He talks of the future waters coming to inundate Moscow,  matter-of-factly... Will he survive? Will his mother? He shrugs... survival is not so important, he seems to be saying. Life is what matters. Living in the moment... fully and completely awake.. this is what matters when you are an eternal being. -- Kerry Lynn Cassidy

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A Holy Stranger in the Pentagonal Lodge

Extracted from:

"Stranger at the Pentagon"

by Dr. Frank E. Stranges, Ph.D.

1967, Inner Light Publications,

New Brunswick, NJ ISBN 0-938294-66-0

    "When I asked him where he was from, he replied, 'I am from the Planet that is called Venus.' I asked him how many visitors from Venus were presently on Earth and he said, 'There are presently seventy seven of us walking among you in the United States. We are constantly coming and going.'"

The First Meeting

March 16, 1957, in Alexandria, Virginia, one of the finest leaders of the planet Venus, operating under the direction of the Central Control and who had been chosen to make the contact as well as direct the project, landed his craft and was met by two police officers, weapons drawn.

A thought transference quickly convinced them that he meant no harm and he was ushered into the back seat of their patrol car. After crossing over into Washington, D.C., they were met by the Secretary of Defense along with six of his staff members. Soon police from every conceivable district and agency had joined in, all trying to claim their right to escort him to President Dwight D. Eisenhower.

Through his own version of the power of positive thinking, he was able to dismiss them all and soon passed through the security posts followed by an Air Force Captain.

Meanwhile, his presence in the area had thrown everyone into a dilemma. The introduction he held from the High Council worried them because, though not written in any Earthly language, their minds were given power to properly translate the inscribed message.

Captain Gould (not his real name) asked him to remain and after downing two plain bourbons muttered...

        "My god, why couldn't this have happened on my day off?"

Suddenly the door opened and six armed guards led Val to what appeared to be an elevator. It went rapidly to the bottom-most level. Maximum security was in place. After transferring to an underground train, they sped toward the White House. Six officials, six armed guards and three secret service men escorted him into the office of President Eisenhower.

From behind the desk the President rose while the secret service men remained nervous and uneasy. As he extended his hand to shake that of the President, the secret service men drew their revolvers and pointed them at Val. Following the nod of the President, they reluctantly lowered their guns.

Standing in front of his desk, the President said,

    "Of course, you know we have suspended all rules of protocol. I have a good feeling toward you. Please, sir, what is your name?" "And where do you come from?"

    "I come from the planet your Bible calls the morning and the evening star."

    "Venus?"

    "Yes, sir."

    "Can you prove this," he asked.

    "What do you constitute as proof?"

    He quickly retorted, "I don't know."

    "Will you come with me to my ship?"

He answered with a quizzical look and said,

    "My friend, I cannot come and go as I please. There are others to be considered. There are committees to be consulted and security measures to be adhered to. Please spend some time with us here ...Let's get better acquainted ...learn more about one another ...and perhaps soon, real soon, well ...we shall see."

Richard Nixon

At that moment, another gentleman rushed into the room. It turned out to be Vice President Richard Nixon.

He appeared to Val to be very sharp, quick-witted, with fixed eyes and an amazing aptitude toward speed and proficiency.

    "My name is Valiant," he said as the Vice President thrust his hand without hesitation.

    "You have certainly caused a stir ...for an out of towner."

The Vice President smiled as he continued,

    "Of course, we are not totally convinced of anything just yet. But suffice it to say we are checking and double checking everything you say and do. When Sergeant Young from Alexandria radioed in and stated that you had just landed in a flying saucer, we thought," he continued, "Sergeant Young had flipped. Say, were you in on that UFO flap over Washington? You certainly had us all in a dither, if you were."

After assuring them that this planet had been under close scrutiny for hundreds of years before the 1945 bomb blast and with his special letter still in the slightly quivering hand of the President, he was requested to follow the Secret Service back the way they had come ...to the Pentagon and into a beautifully furnished apartment where he would spend the next three years.

 Fortunately, he was prepared for such a lengthy visit and kept in constant communication with the Starship. There were many occasions during which he teleported himself in and out of those quarters often exercising "transimagery" to cause the security guards to visualize his face on a nonexistent badge.

Photos Taken

Soon after his arrival, together with three members of his crew, he joined a "convention" in the back yard of the home of Mr. Howard Menger in High Bridge, New Jersey. The month was April, 1957. A certain group of individuals who were interested in UFOs were meeting that day.

Val and his crew members, Donn, Jill and Tanyia, had changed into the same type of clothing worn by their Earth friends. The meeting was very interesting and these people were on the right track. He was dismayed to learn the undignified manner in which these people were treated by the press.

Nevertheless, these people were pursuing their beliefs and this was good. A curious young photographer, August C. Roberts, snapped several pictures, thinking he was doing so without Val's knowledge. The photographer seemed to be greatly troubled when he attempted to talk to him. Yet, it was those very photographs which were to bring me together with this unusual man on that cold December day.

Help Unaccepted

Holding the message from the High Council in his hand, the President stated that Val's offer to help the human family would upset the economy of the United States and could plunge her into the Abyss of Chaos. In brief, he politely told Val that the people of this planet were not ready to cope with such conditions as would come into existence if the recommendations of this unearthly visitor were put into action.

Nevertheless, he was invited to assist a number of scientists who were out working on medical projects directly associated with the space sciences. His allotted time to acquaint the leaders of the United States with his suggestions was limited to three years.

During this time, he refused to advise them regarding a certain "bomb in the sky" which we now know as the Star Wars system.

1959 was fast drawing to a close. Chiefs of State were in a constant turmoil and confusion was the rule of the day. Indecision caused delay after delay. Economists and industrial giants conferred with politicians and military heads daily. The Government leaders could not reconcile Val's being in a position to force their hand if he so desired. Several scientists attempted to learn the secrets of interstellar travel... without success.

Christmas week was now upon us. I had been busily presenting a series of scientific lectures and speaking at a number of Churches in Washington, D.C. Earlier that month, I had returned from Cuba where I met personally with Fidel Castro.

Unbeknownst to me, Val, working with "Nancy Warren" (she was one of only a few since his arrival at the Pentagon in whom he was able to discern an honest and open heart and who loved Almighty God, her country and her fellow man), formulated a plan whereby I would be contacted.

Inside the Pentagon

Many Earth people live one life openly while in their hearts and minds, they live quite another. Double mindedness seemed to be a way of life in the Pentagon building that served as the busy nerve center of our nation. Val once remarked to me that he had never witnessed in one central location such concentrated confusion.

"Nancy" attended the lecture/service which I conducted at the National Evangelistic Center, pastored by Dr. John Mears, in Washington, D.C. Following the conclusion of my talk, she approached the platform and asked to speak to me. Strangely enough, the photographer in New Jersey had given Val's photographs to me and I had been displaying them at my lectures ever since. I had no personal knowledge of them, other than what I had been told by the photographer. When she was unable to "grab" my attention while I was signing copies of my book SAUCERAMA, she showed her Pentagon ID and that got my attention quickly to say the least.

We borrowed the Pastor's study and she asked me if I would like to meet the man in the photographs personally. Of course, I answered her with a resounding yes. She then asked if I could follow instructions to the letter, to which I replied that I could, and she told me to meet her at the curb in front of my hotel at 8:00 am the next morning.

"Nancy" arrived precisely on time and thus began the journey which at times would seen unreal, but which later would prove beyond doubt that there is truly life in God's Universe.

Those of you familiar with the Pentagon know that the normal traffic flow approaching it is to the right. We drove to the left. I knew then that something strange was going on. We had to stand in line to pass by a security guard. First one, then the second, "VISUALIZED" an identification badge on my lapel. This utterly amazed me and I felt that at any minute, I would be picked up, handcuffed and thrown into some jail somewhere. This of course was only my imagination and anticipation of what was about to take place. "Nancy" left me standing in front of a door which contained no markings.

As the door opened, I walked in and stood on the threshold. My stocky form shifted from one foot to the other as I cleared my throat. The three men in the room were completely unaware of my presence and ignored me. I was puzzled to say the least. Later, I would find out that Val had clouded their minds and rendered them oblivious to the entire session.

They continued with their work.

The Stranger Appears

Being a minister of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, as well as a student of the Bible for many years, coupled with my experience as an special investigator, I felt as though my senses were functioning properly and that I knew exactly what I was about to do. I was on my guard for fakes and frauds. In walked a man, about six feet tall, perhaps 185 pounds, brown wavy hair, brown eyes.

His complexion appeared normal and slightly tanned. As I approached him and he looked at me IT WAS AS THOUGH HE LOOKED STRAIGHT THROUGH ME.

With a warm smile and extending his hand, he greeted me by name.

        "Hello, Frank. How are you?"

His genuineness astonished me, but quickly I understood.

As I gripped his hand, I was somewhat surprised to feel the soft texture of his skin... like that of a baby but with the strength of a man that silently testified to his power and intensity.

His voice was very strong and mellow. It was filled with purpose and character. I again looked around the room to see whether the other men would say or do anything. They were still working as if I weren't there.

I noticed that he was wearing the same type of clothing as I. When I asked if he possessed any other clothing, he said that he had given several officials a garment so that they could run tests on it. He then proceeded to a closet and produced a one- piece "suit" that glittered as the sun which streamed in through the window hit the fabric.

I thought that it looked like liquid sunshine. I asked him about the material from which it was made.

        He answered, "It is made of a material not of this Earth."

The general appearance of the suit was all one piece ...even down to the boots. It contained no buttons, zippers or snaps. I asked him how it held together. He demonstrated by holding the front together and passing his hand over it as if to smooth it out. I could not even locate the opening. It was held together by an invisible force.

"Miracle" Garment

In his apartment, he was able to maintain communications with his ship and was kept informed of the growing world tensions. His uniform underwent rigid tests at that time. By today's standards, they would now be obsolete. They attempted to penetrate the material with a diamond drill bit, but it snapped under pressure.

Acid rolled off the uniform and burned a hole in the floor.

They fired a high-velocity rifle at the uniform but it failed to pierce it.

The report to the President read:

        Physical appearance -- Soft silver and gold lustrous

        Fabric -- Unknown

        Weight-Six ounces, total, including boots

        Cut -- Close fitting like a tunic; no cuffs, pockets, buttons, zippers, clips or hooks

        RXT-2 Tests -- Indestructible

Finally, a bright-eyed Colonel escorted him to a place where the final test would be performed. Val looked at the laser instrument amusingly. Upon command, the laser aimed a fine line of intense light amplification by stimulated emission of radiation. The Colonel began his discourse that this device contained a crystal-synthetic ruby in which atoms, when stimulated by focused light waves, amplify and concentrate these waves, then emit the beam. As the Colonel continued to speak, his smile gave way to utter dismay... the ray being totally ineffective against the garment.

He babbled on long after the laser has been turned off. He reiterated how powerful the US had become since the splitting of the atom. He gave Val a lesson in atomic fusion. He went on to state that when a chain reaction of nuclear fission is set off by a neutron bombardment in the atoms or a charge of plutonium or uranium isotope with an atomic weight of 235 (U-235), an immense quantity of energy is suddenly released. The good Colonel finally talked himself out and Val was conducted back to his quarters...along with his uniform.

To Help Mankind

He told me that his purpose in coming was to help mankind return to the Lord. He spoke in positive terms...always with a smile on his face. He said that man was further away from God than ever before, but there was still a good chance if man looks in the right place. He told me he had been here nearly three years and would depart in just a few months.

Claiming that he would not use force to speak with men in authority in America, he was happy to consult with them at their invitation. He further stated that thus far only a few men in Washington knew of his existence in the Pentagon.

And few leaders had availed themselves of his advice during these past three years. He felt there was still so much to do and yet his time of departure was getting near. He told me that Jesus Christ would not force men to be saved from their mistakes, even though He had already made a way for mankind to be redeemed through His shed blood.

    When I asked him where he was from, he replied, "I am from the Planet that is called Venus."

    I asked him how many visitors from Venus were presently on Earth and he said, "There are presently seventy seven of us walking among you in the United States. We are constantly coming and going."

During the next thirty minutes, he told me things about myself that even I did not know. Later, I was able to verify them with my parents and grandparents. He gave me information regarding the gravitational pull of Venus in comparison to Earth. I was informed that the abdominal muscles hold flesh firm against the mild gravitational pull, which is three-twentieths less than that of Earth.

He gave me information which would be revealed to others over a period of years.

No Fingerprints

The only thing he said that troubled me was his use of the expression "when the time is right" in response to my question as to whether or not I would see him again. His lack of fingerprints intrigued me as I had been involved as a private investigator for quite some time, even working at times on loan to some of the Government agencies.

I had learned the science of fingerprints ...with the impression of the lines and whorls on the inner surface of the last joint of each finger on the human hand. He told me that all Earth people were thusly marked since the fall of Adam in the Garden of Eden, during the very dawn of civilization as we know it today.

He began to prepare me for the road which lie ahead. It would not be an easy one. There would be adversities, organized attempts to both discourage and discredit me, but the rewards have proved to outweigh these trials which continue even to this day.

We discussed the merits of Jesus Christ ... how He gave His Life freely... so that men could enjoy the benefits of eternal life. I questioned him about a Bible on Venus and he assured me that a personal unbroken fellowship with the "Author" did not necessitate the printing of a "book". He found it amusing that many theologians attempt to discredit both Jesus Christ and The Bible. The very God many have said is "dead" continues to lavish them with all good things. Perhaps they will, in time, permit the spark of Divine Light to again illuminate their troubled hearts.

In answer to my question of what he thought of Jesus Christ, he said,

    "I know that Jesus is the Alpha and Omega of yours and everyone else's faith. He today has assumed His rightful position as the ruler of the universe and is preparing a place and a time for all who are called by His Name to ascend far above the clouds to where His Power and Authority shall never again be disputed.

     

    "I believe that Jesus Christ is the wonder of wonders and changes not. No, not forever and forever."

As he spoke these words, my own heart burned within me and tears filled my eyes. He turned to the window and said, "Frank, it will not be long. Contend for the faith, and you will never miss the mark."

I asked him if there is life on other planets.

Life on Other Planets

His reply was,

    "There is life on many other planets of which people on Earth know nothing. There are more solar systems for which man has not even given God credit. There are many beings that have never transgressed the perfect laws of God. Man does not possess the right to condemn the whole of God's creation because he himself has broken the perfect laws of God through disobedience."

I asked him what he would do if the military prevented him from leaving on the appointed day.

    He simply stated, "Frank, do you remember one day after Jesus arose from the dead, He had gone in search of several of His followers? They closed themselves in a locked room and suddenly they saw Jesus standing in the very midst of them?"

    He then smiled and looked at me as if to imply, "Need I say more?"

    As I turned to leave the room, he said simply, "Please keep your faith and leave the same way that you came in. Continue to seek first the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness and all other things will, in time, be added to you and yours. Good-bye for now and God bless you and keep you always."

I left that meeting astounded, greatly encouraged, and yet with a heavy heart, not knowing what the future would hold. I began to wonder who would believe me if I ever told of this strange encounter with a man from another planet. I first considered not repeating this extraordinary story, but the more I thought about it, the more I prayed about it, the more I felt that it would bring a great blessing to those who would hear and read it.

This interplanetary traveler possessed a wealth of knowledge, not only about science and God, but also about me. He stated that my book SAUCERAMA could not have been written without Heavenly guidance.

Val's instructions were to leave Washington, D.C., no later than March 16, 1960. That meant that there were less than three months during which he could confer with scientists, politicians, military men and the like. All missed his point entirely. They were all filled with self-ambition and cared little for the pressing needs of mankind. His efforts to bring about an end to the sickness and disease that plague this planet were met with pathetic refusal.

He was told over and over that his presence and his ideas were a threat to the political and economic structure. Certain religious leaders were also fearful of losing a grip on the people in the event that his presence was admitted on an official level. It was very disheartening that the administration failed to lay hold of such information that would change the course of human activities for the good... because of economic reasons.

Security regulations were very tight, but despite the fact that they knew he would come and go as he pleased, they delighted in playing their game. Val had vowed not to use force and so another course of action would be necessary if the information which he had to relate were to be disseminated. This is the reason why he contacted men of Godly character and strength around the world. Many are presently working in close contact with Val and other members of his crew.

Meeting with the President

His last meeting with the President did not reap any lasting results. He wanted to let the world know of Val's proposed plan, but the Secretary of Defense, the head of the Central Intelligence Agency and the Military Chiefs of Staff were opposed to his suggestion. The President attempted to effect a Joint meeting before the General Assembly of the United Nations.

But this plan too was rejected. He was informed that the U.N. would receive a special "press release" in the form of a memorandum to the Secretary General no later than February 7, 1966. These leaders of the U.S. Government argued long into the night, fearing that if the people of this nation learned of the plan Val was offering, they might choose to follow him instead of them.

When a man feels that his personal peace and tranquility may be threatened, the human reaction is always that of swift self- preservation. At one point, the Vice President insisted that the "pressure boys" allow the President to make the choice. He was vetoed without even a chance to complete his statements.

World conditions were not growing any better. Much international pressure was being brought to bear upon the administration. They fought diligently and enforced rigid regulations with stiff penalties for revealing Val's presence. Even a major newscaster who inadvertently learned of his visit through one of his paid informants was silenced by none other than the Central Intelligence Agency, which has consistently disclaimed all knowledge concerning UFOs. Meanwhile, they maintain secret files that could actually prove the existence of intelligent life in the universe beyond all doubt.

The morning of March 15, 1960 saw Val meeting with "Nancy Warren" who would continue to work inside the Pentagon and be one of his contacts in the Washington, D.C. area. She would continue communication with others who would become part of his Earth contacts.

There are still to this day many adversaries to human freedom. These parasites have imbedded themselves in all phases of human society and will never be exposed except by extraterrestrial intervention. There are confused individuals who have perfected a saucer-type aircraft. Some of these are the result of an attempt by some to institute a master race. Remnants of this group still exist.

These craft which they designed are still seen from time to time in areas of South America where some of those involved in the original plans still reside. These should not be confused with the spacecraft originating from other worlds or those coming from the interior of this planet. Nor should the occupants of craft originating from other worlds be confused with those "evil messengers" who do not originate from Earth but were cast INTO it after the first "war" ever recorded.

They are in league with Earthly low-grades who have condemned themselves because of their own choices.

   

The Spaceman Departs

On March 16, Val dematerialized and departed from this phase of his Earthly mission. His next stop was the outskirts of Alexandria, Virginia where his ship and his crew awaited his arrival, hidden by a wooded area. It was no problem for him to reassemble the atoms of his body inside his ship.

As his craft rose slowly, a number of people stopped and pointed excitedly in his direction. Others stood motionless, transfixed by the sight which they beheld. He felt such a tremendous feeling of love for all of them. There was no panic in them... just curiosity and a strong desire to know more. Then, as the USAF jets were scrambled, and with the force field now in full use, the planes darted past the ship unable to see them now. Even ground radar lost them on their equipment. Confusion once again reigned.

On the way back to Victor One, he meditated on his home planet, the low, heavy, colorful clouds, the even temperatures, the perfectly diffused sunlight that made shadows almost nonexistent, the lushness of the rich green grass surrounding his home. He was informed of several Earth people with whom he would maintain contact for a long time into the future.

Strangely enough, those who knew of his presence, yet who claimed disbelief, were those who feared the most. Others figured THEY should have been the ones contacted and not those who were.

Upon returning to his home planet, he advised the Council of Central Control of the results of his Earth visit including the failure of the leaders of the United States to "take him up" on his offer of advice and assistance to the human family.

He was given the following instructions:

        To mingle with and become as Earth people

        To work and labor in Earth enterprises

        To help those who encounter possible threat or danger while striving for world peace

        To give them advice and guidance

        To entrust with superior knowledge those who have proven themselves

        Divulge the essence of their mission to the collective national leaders of Earth, only when the time is right.

As of this writing, he continues with this mission, at the same time assisting in preventing our "civilization" from being the cause of orbital chaos by the destruction of our planet.

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