The Secret History of Extraterrestrials: Advanced Technology and the Coming New Race Read Online Free Page B
Author: Len Kasten
Tags: UFOs/Paranormal
drove into town for some breakfast. After a leisurely repast, Adamski had an urge to drive back in a westerly direction, and the others agreed to follow him in the Baileys’ car. Adamski had a strong feeling about a particular road they had passed on the way, near Desert Center, which led to the base of some nearby mountains. This was actually the road to Parker, Arizona, now called Route 177. They drove down 177 for about eleven miles, and then Adamski suggested they stop and look around for a while. At this point, they would have been near the base of Eagle Mountain.
What happened next was exceedingly strange, and yet at the same time somehow very reliable. Adamski says they stopped there at about 11 a.m. They amused themselves by taking pictures with movie and still cameras, eating a picnic lunch, and just sort of walking around, all the time scanning the skies. They stayed there for the better part of an hour. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. There, hovering between the highway and the mountains, was a large, cigar-shaped craft with a shiny, metallic hull. It seems that Adamski’s inner radar was right on target. It took a little while for the sight to penetrate the collective consciousness of our intrepid seven. At first they thought it was an airplane fuselage. Then they got so excited that they couldn’t even work the cameras, and they passed two pairs of binoculars back and forth. Williamson noticed a black insignia on the side, and the top of the craft seemed to be orange in color.
Adamski now experienced an inner certainty that the occupants of the craft were doing this for his benefit and that they were going to let him get some good pictures, but not at that particular spot. He blurted out a cryptic plea. “Someone take me down the road—quick! That ship has come looking for me and I don’t want to keep them waiting! Maybe the saucer is already up there somewhere—afraid to come down here where too many people would see them.”
Lucy McGinnis, Adamski’s secretary, jumped into the car and got behind the wheel. Al Bailey said he wanted to go too and got in next to her. Adamski got into the backseat and directed her to turn around and go back toward Desert Center. As she drove, both men watched the spacecraft following the car, high above them. Adamski decided to have her turn off the highway onto a dirt road to a spot he had picked out near the base of a nearby plateau. The spaceship stopped too, almost directly overhead! There Adamski set up his telescope and camera in the teeth of a strong wind and told the others to go back to the road and to watch him closely so that they would witness whatever happened. At that point, the spaceship departed and disappeared over the mountains just in time to avoid several government aircraft that were attempting to circle around it. Just then a saucer appeared, hovering in a low rise between two hills. Adamski quickly snapped the seven shots left on the roll of film loaded in his old Hagee-Dresden Graflex-type camera without taking time to focus, “praying . . . that Lady Luck was with me and that the pictures would turn out well.” He then took out his Kodak Brownie and snapped one more, just as some planes roared overhead. Then the saucer flashed brightly and sped off, and Adamski just stood there deflated, in a sort of reverie, Brownie in hand, wondering who was in it and where they came from. At that point, he thought it was all over.
“A HUMAN BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!”
Adamski’s melancholy mood was broken when his attention was drawn to a man standing about a quarter of a mile away, at the entrance to a ravine, who appeared to be motioning for Adamski to come over to him. Adamski thought his eyes were playing tricks on him because he was certain the man had not been there a minute ago, and he could not figure out how he had gotten to where he was. He concluded that he might be a prospector or someone who conceivably lived in that
What happened next was exceedingly strange, and yet at the same time somehow very reliable. Adamski says they stopped there at about 11 a.m. They amused themselves by taking pictures with movie and still cameras, eating a picnic lunch, and just sort of walking around, all the time scanning the skies. They stayed there for the better part of an hour. Then, all of a sudden, it happened. There, hovering between the highway and the mountains, was a large, cigar-shaped craft with a shiny, metallic hull. It seems that Adamski’s inner radar was right on target. It took a little while for the sight to penetrate the collective consciousness of our intrepid seven. At first they thought it was an airplane fuselage. Then they got so excited that they couldn’t even work the cameras, and they passed two pairs of binoculars back and forth. Williamson noticed a black insignia on the side, and the top of the craft seemed to be orange in color.
Adamski now experienced an inner certainty that the occupants of the craft were doing this for his benefit and that they were going to let him get some good pictures, but not at that particular spot. He blurted out a cryptic plea. “Someone take me down the road—quick! That ship has come looking for me and I don’t want to keep them waiting! Maybe the saucer is already up there somewhere—afraid to come down here where too many people would see them.”
Lucy McGinnis, Adamski’s secretary, jumped into the car and got behind the wheel. Al Bailey said he wanted to go too and got in next to her. Adamski got into the backseat and directed her to turn around and go back toward Desert Center. As she drove, both men watched the spacecraft following the car, high above them. Adamski decided to have her turn off the highway onto a dirt road to a spot he had picked out near the base of a nearby plateau. The spaceship stopped too, almost directly overhead! There Adamski set up his telescope and camera in the teeth of a strong wind and told the others to go back to the road and to watch him closely so that they would witness whatever happened. At that point, the spaceship departed and disappeared over the mountains just in time to avoid several government aircraft that were attempting to circle around it. Just then a saucer appeared, hovering in a low rise between two hills. Adamski quickly snapped the seven shots left on the roll of film loaded in his old Hagee-Dresden Graflex-type camera without taking time to focus, “praying . . . that Lady Luck was with me and that the pictures would turn out well.” He then took out his Kodak Brownie and snapped one more, just as some planes roared overhead. Then the saucer flashed brightly and sped off, and Adamski just stood there deflated, in a sort of reverie, Brownie in hand, wondering who was in it and where they came from. At that point, he thought it was all over.
“A HUMAN BEING FROM ANOTHER WORLD!”
Adamski’s melancholy mood was broken when his attention was drawn to a man standing about a quarter of a mile away, at the entrance to a ravine, who appeared to be motioning for Adamski to come over to him. Adamski thought his eyes were playing tricks on him because he was certain the man had not been there a minute ago, and he could not figure out how he had gotten to where he was. He concluded that he might be a prospector or someone who conceivably lived in that
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