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         Ain’t no gray areas when Ufo’s are mentioned. Absolutely no middle-of-the-roaders. The colors are stark, vivid and contrasting. Black and white…true believers and skeptics.

         Skeptics say the crowd who believes aliens are darting across our skies are a bunch of nuts. Ain’t nothin’ up there, and surely not one spaceship has touched down on the surface of our planet. Leastwise that’s what the debunkers keep tellin’ us.

         Nothing up there? Holy cow and Holy Hannah too! How about billions of stars, surely a vast number with planetary systems? I see nothing far-fetched in thinking some have given birth to various life-forms. Although, if one believes eye-witness accounts in describing Ufo crewmen, nothing like anything we know on Earth.

         But all coins have two sides. True believers say skeptics are loonier than a flock of goony birds. A common thread is noted among non-believers of Ufo’s. This breed is leery of everything else they come in contact with, up to and including signposts.

         I’ve watched ‘em stand hours unending, wild-eyed, arms flailing uncontrollably, screaming incoherntly…in heated debatewith locust posts that have been artificially positioned in the ground. Metal signs are fastened thereon, and these cynical morons argue vehemently against the messages they convey.

         For instance, some highway signs are designed to protect wildlife: “Deer Crossing.”

         I have a close relative who skids to a halt at every sign pertaining to deer. He exits his gleaming sedan and loudly voices his objection. No such animal is native to our area, screams my kinfolk. No difference between night and day either, the idiot proclaims. He is the ultra extremist, expresses serious doubt that the Divine Creator finished the universe in 6 days. Needless to say, my kindred strongly opposes the notion of flying saucers.

         But listen, let’s disregard the skeptics and their shallow views. Because flying saucers DO exist!

         T^he modern UFO “flap” kicked into high gear in 1947. In June of that year things really got to buzzin.’ Mr. Kenneth Arnold was piloting his small private aircraft above a mountain range near Olympia, Washington. Looking to his right, Arnold saw 9 strange objects flying in tight formation just above the mountain crests. He described their erratic movements as like flat rocks skipping on water.

         Time to report, Kenneth thought. Radioing the control tower at Olympia airport, he told how he had company in the clouds.

         “Can you give us a description?” requested the tower operator in a tone showing some concern.

         “Yeah, sure can,” Mr. Arnold voiced in amazement. “They look like flying saucers!”…

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         No doubting it, 1947 was pivotal for inhabitants of planet Earth and intergalactic “visitors” who come from…???

         Take your pick from a wide variety of possibilities…the choices are endless. Maybe Tau Ceti, perhaps Arcturus.  THEY might come from Spica, or Deneb.  Procyon rates high as likely having planets with intelligent life. Fomalhaut can’t be ruled out as a jumping off place from wherest aliens come.

         Only the Good Lord knows, and I have a hunch the mystery of Ufo’s will forever remain a secret.

         And that’s fine and dandy. Nothing wrong with mysteries. A pyramid here, a Stonehenge over yonder, ghosts and ghouls rompin’ about, flying saucers zooming all over. Millions of lemmings jumpin’ into the ocean from high cliffs to commit mass suicide. Fairies dancin’ little jigs inside their rings. Such riddles are good for the human soul, a great tonic fer what ails ya.”

         But alas, there are those among the “intellectual elite” who say that man, given time, will unlock all mysteries. I certainly hope not. A dreadful, dreadful thought!

         Certainly the person dumb enough to make such outlandish statements might be both “elitist” and imbecile (many times they’re one and the same ). We  hear these intellects mentioned often these days, but by an entirely different name, “educated idiots.”

         They’re like ants…ya’find ‘em everywhere. Silicon Valley, for example. Washington and other seats of government are heavily infested,   far beyond the capabilities of Otto the Orkin man to eradicate.

         The classrooms of our Universities are saturated with educated morons; the blackboards inside these rooms  cry out in agonized pleas for mercy!

         Let’s suppose all mysteries were solved…erased. At the same time lets pray for Divine intervention to prevent such from happening ( man, we gotta’ keep a few puzzlers! ) Solving all would mean we, the human race, are “people who know everything.”

         A scary thought indeed. Within five minutes puny humans would “liken themselves unto the Gods ( better the pyramids remain a mystery! ).

          Imagine, if you can, living in a society of “people who know everything.” Words of description come quickly…dull, drab, routine, rut. Blend in loads of tedium, monotony, arrogance ( better we retain a tad of dumbness. Why does it matter if Druids built Stonehenge, or if space-beings landed in Ufo’s to oversee it’s construction? Lets not solve all puzzles         ).

          A society who “knowed” everything would have no riddles, no guesswork, no wonders, no miracles, not a single marvel, not one “what if.” They’d be little more than machines, and we’re already well on the way. Just watch those zombies on TV ( don’t tinker with every anomaly. Leave some for posterity ).

         It’s common knowledge about machines. The durn things have breakdowns. Ya’ gotta’ kick the infernal things, pound ‘em, tilt ‘em at angles to make the bloomin’ contraptions work.

         A society of “people who know everything” would surely collapse. By the millions they’d head for skyscrapers, high cliffs, bridges and other elevated places. They’d jump en masse. Because of sheer boredom!

         Let’s hold on tightly to a measure of dumbness. No need to unravel every enigma we come in contact with. Keep a few “head scratchers.”

          Here’s to all mysteries, including flying saucers. May their longevity stretch across eternity…

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         Until recent years Ufo’s were a taboo subject. Their very mention suggested ignorance at a high level. Folks who professed a belief in “little green men” were generally shunned, given a wide berth, blacklisted, threatened with bodily harm and often incarcerated behind steel bars.

         My, my how things have changed! Today all our top-flight NASA engineers and astronauts who have walked on the moon are openly saying: “We are not alone!:

          Such a statement, 30 years ago, would have been inflammatory, and made ya’ a prime candidate for the nuthouse. A team of doctors would’ve given the “patient” a grueling examination, he’d be pronounced unfit to mingle with the general public and hauled away in a white truck to a “funny farm.”

         People of yesteryear who let the word “flying saucer” roll off their tongues were immediately in big, big trouble. Neighbors viewed them with deep suspicion, whole populations became belligerent when a believer ambled into town: "The nerve of that UFO moron!”

         All across the land special meetings were gaveled to order for the purpose of discussing the latest citizen stupid enough to report: “A flying saucer landed on my front lawn last night!” That utterance made him a branded man forever.

         The chairman of the town hall forum, a look of grave concern etched on his face, told the audience who seemed equally concerned: “He’s a menace to society at large. We need a court order to git him off’n the street!”

         Next morning the airwaves were very busy. Police headquarters from Atlantic to Pacific broadcast terse messages. All-points bulletins filled the air. Dispatchers sent BOL’s by the thousands to other police organizations: “Attention all units! Attention all units! Be on lookout for John Q. Smith.”

         What’s he wanted for?” came the response from inquisitive officers on patrol.

         An irritated dispatcher didn’t like the interruption: “Hey dude, give me time to finish. He’s wanted for spreading wide-spread panic. He inflammed a nervous public with flying saucer reports.”

         “Good Lord man! Another one of them runnin’ loose? Git me some backup out here pronto. I ain’t tryin’ to apprehend one of them lunatics all by my lonesome!”

         A moments pause and the patrolman radioed back to headquarters: “Somethin’ mighty strange out here. A bright orange light in the sky, directly above my cruiser.”

         That cop was relieved of duty within minutes, a panel of his superiors summoned to discuss the matter. He was fired at dawn!

         Several thousand miles out in space a UFO with six humanoid crewmen aboard went through a series of maneuvers that no aircraft built on Earth could duplicate.

         From it’s spooky gray interior came a sound, a combination of cooing and shrill yaps. An alien rendition of hearty laughter…

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         Every American, excepting those who have been in a coma or self-induced stupor for 40 years, knows the meaning of that nefarious term, “cover-up.”

         But let’s touch all bases here. We probably have a number of Rip Van Winkle’s out there, and these sleepy heads are no doubt in the dark about “cover-ups.”

         What the devil is a cover-up? Instead of taking the politician’s route, evasiveness, let’s give a direct, straight -forward answer (never in the 200 year history of this nation has a politician answered a question You’ll get a mouthful of mush and malarkey, but never an answer )

So I’m gonna’ tell this thing like it is. A “cover-up is an out-and-out lie! Told on a grand scale and to millions of listeners. Usually the culprits are authority figures who are supposed to obey the law and be truthful. Note the key word in the previous sentence …supposed!

And neighbor, it’s easy as taking a peppermint stick from a baby in a cradle. A shrewd politician, crafty in salesmanship , can easily convince the masses of  “the big lie.”

         A UFO cover-up has been goin’ on for 46 years now, since 1947. The United States Air Forcthe main culprit, and for good reason. More about that later.

         But the fly-boys have plenty of help. Every intelligence branch of the government  is deeply involved in this gigantic deception. The FBI, CIA and all them other sneaky creeps dressed in long trench coats and Bogart hats pulled low to conceal their grimy features are guilty of the “big lie “ ( I’ve always wondered why those hats were worn in such a manner. So they could remain incognito? Or maybe them dudes are just God-awful ugly ).

         I can understand why our Air Force so vehemently denies the existence of flying saucers. No need to have a diploma from a prestigious Ivy League school to figure this scam.

         The U.S. Air Force is responsible for keeping our sovereign air-space free of intruders, especially over-flights by foreign powers. Seems to me that alien spaceships coming to our solar system from distant galaxies might be regarded as “foreign.”

         My assessement ( that Ufo’s are obviously “foreign” ) will bring instant disagreement. If for no other reason than to be non-harmonious. Man, in this here modern day and age ya’ gotta’ be a mal-content, a rebel.  Anytime and anywhere.  Don’t do anything worthwhile for society. Be a mal-content, be a part of every “cover-up” you possibly can. And find favor in the eyes of your fellowmen!

         A few simple procedures can allow you to become a rebellious rabble-rouser. Just paint yerself a cheap cardboard sign, hang it on yer back and walk up and down Main Street America. No matter it’s message, millions will fall in behind and follow you over the edge of the world. It’s vitally important to remember one thing during that extended freefall…hang on dearly to yer sign and cause!

         Yeah, the Air Force oughta’ pooh-pooh the notion of flying saucers. They’ve no choice. Ufo’s are hovering above the White House, touching down on the Pentagon grounds, zooming over our most sensitive installations, and abducting thousands of  American citizens. In a nutshell, alien spacecraft have been committing hanky-panky for nearly 5 decades. The elusive flying machines, originating from an incomprehensible realm quintillions of miles from here, come and go with impunity. When they want…where they desire. Our latest jet-fighters are powerless to prevent these blatant intrusions.

          Little wonder the Air Force and all other government agencies are proclaiming: “ Ain’t no sitch thing as flying saucers”…

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         Forty years ago I began filing away sheets of paper, notebooks, etc. in my cluttered closets. This material, a really voluminous accumulation, deals with one subject, one alone…extraterrestrial flying machines coming to Earth. The world-renowned Ufo’s…flying saucers!

         Several days ago an idea struck home. Why not pull this secret cache from it’s dank storage, brush off the dust and compile it into a series of paperback books?

         I believe such books would generate some local interest. This area where we reside seems to be a “window”, a place where Ufo’s enter our atmosphere from their interstellar origins. This has resulted in a 46 year flurry of activity in the skies above Giles County , a fact which few natives seem aware of.

         Long-time residents of this area might be disturbed to learn that an official cloak of secrecy , instigated by the United States government, has been in place here lo these many years. Local agencies say we’re not yet ready for the shock of overt contact with an alien intelligence would surely bring. With my books I hope to expose these phonies and their “big lies.”

         I well remember a Mr. Frank Scully. His book, “Ufo’s Over The Americas” hit the shelves and bestseller lists in 1950. Sold by the millions!!

         Just this past month I completed a quartet of books relating to the same subject. The first in titled “Ufo’s Over Narz.”

         The second is called “Flying Saucers land in Lurich.”

         Third is a voluminous work with a striking cover: “Little Green Men Terrorize Thessalia.”

         Just this morning I completed a work entitled: “Martians on Rampage in Pembroke.”

         I’m working now on a series that will follow…

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         I simply don’t know why every man, woman and child can’t see the obvious truth. That our night skies are indeed crowded with machines of an alien technology, capable of flying rings around the latest jets we can scramble. Our planes go up to check ‘em out, but always the results are the same…we are outperformed!

         Usually the flying saucers take on a cloak of invisibility, vanishes like a light being switched off. Needless  to say our pilots ain’t  trained to deal with invisibility. Durn it, a fella’ can’t fight what he can’t see!

         I have solid grounds for believing in Ufo’s…personal encounters!!  I’ve had hundreds of  harrowing experiences with beings from beyond the stars! Such meetings leave one shaken to his innermost core, for it exposes the undeniable weakness of  humanity. Shucks man, ufonauts can take over in mere minutes if they so desire. They’d zap us with paralysis, exert control over our minds, float right in and take over the entire planet.

         Looking around at the world situation…maybe they don’t want it!!..

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         Tons of written material pertaining to humanoid “visitors” from the stars coming to see us have been printed since the late 1940’s. Millions of pages, volume upon volume. Really mind-boggling stuff. I’ve read ‘em all.

         That’s how I know that great movie “Close Encounters of The Third Kind” is an accurate composite of all UFO sightings, smack-dab on the money. Those fantastic flying machines from the intergalactic voids and their equally amazing crewmen depicted in that movie are exactly as described in all UFO literature. Mr. Spielberg’s technical advisers did their work well. Give ‘em an A-plus ( did I say crewmen? I should’ve said crewaliens ). Cause podnuh, these beings at the controls of flying saucers sure ain’t men!

         In those early days, 1940’s and 1950’s, our hemisphere played host to a wave of strange vehicles comin’ down from the sky. The traffic from afar hasn’t stopped since. Quite the contrary, the “jams” in our airspace gets worse with each passing year. Newer model Ufo’s, brighter colors.

         UFO buffs in those earlier times were viewed as cranks, weirdos, lunatics, publicity seekers  and con-men out to make some fast cash.

         They were slick con-artists, glib of tongue. I got hooked early, became a believer while yet a teen-ager. A belief which led to a lifelong fascination into the alien mystery. It’s raised provocative questions which, after a half-century, remain unanswered.

         Is something really up there? What if we’re not alone? If not, where do THEY come from? Why are THEY here? Why don’t aliens openly declare themselves to our civilization?  (tis often reported that, upon arrival on Earth, the first demand of aliens is: “Take me to your leader.”).

         Thus in 1950 I said aloud to myself: “I’m gonna’ keep a record of UFO activities over Giles and surrounding provinces.” And so I joined all those other knuckleheads and began writing about flying saucers.

         My closets in this humble hut are filled to overflowing with yellowed sheets of paper, some more than 40 years old. Rumpled, wrinkled, torn and covered with dust. A complete chronology of flying saucer incidents that have occurred not in faraway places, but right here in our neighborhood.

         My curiosity about Ufo’s and their strange occupants is responsible for these mountainous piles of paper relating to this subject. They've remained hidden these many years for an obvious reason…fear of the ridicule and public scorn their existence would bring.

         But now, having reached the age where ridicule and scorn no longer matter, this material will be made public. Those previously mentioned paperbacks will soon be available all over America.

         Due to their high degree of “strangeness” many readers might find it difficult to place credence in the contents of those pages.
         But so help me…

The End

M. L. Wilkinson

November, 1992