In July 1961, 18-year-old ham radio operator Robert Renaud was “browsing around the shortwave bands” when “suddenly from the loudspeaker came a very high pitched beep-beep-beep” followed by a female voice: “I am called Linn-Erri, and my associates and I come from the planet Korendor…” After introducing Renaud to the rest of her Korendorian crew, Linn-Erri shared detailed instructions how to modify his radio equipment to better facilitate space communications. 1 Later that year, Renaud received instructions on how to adjust his television set to receive visual transmissions and soon after Linn-Erri appeared on the screen, a beautiful, statuesque blonde possessing the all too earthly dimensions of 37-22-36!

In the early morning hours of December 22^nd, 1962, an average-looking car carrying some average looking dudes (Korendorians in disguise) picked up Renaud and drove him to an isolated area where he was treated to a demonstration of an anti-gravity device that levitated a huge rock one hundred feet into the air and then disintegrated it with a ray gun. On another occasion, a Korendorian named Algran-Eltar demonstrated a bullet-stopping device by shooting in Renaud’s direction and then freezing the bullet in mid-air. These were just a few of the amazing things Renaud witnessed, in addition to the requisite starship trip to Korendor. 2

After seeing a write-up about Renaud in Gabe Green’s Flying Saucers International, ufologist Bob Grise (not to be confused with the former Miami Dolphin QB) tracked him down at his parents’ basement in Massachusetts. Grise—a fellow ham radio buff—inspected Renaud’s short wave set-up and observed circuit modifications that “were all appropriate to extend the receiving range.” What Grise found even more mind blowing were ta series of books about Korendor that Renaud had channeled via “automatic-typing”, each single-spaced and roughly 500 pages in length. Grise noted that there seemed to be no inclination on Renaud’s part to profit from his channeled material, and had it not been for Gabe Green discovering and promoting Renaud’s work, he probably would have remained in obscurity.

Renaud maintained a large collection of Korendorian tape recordings, including communications featuring Linn-Erri who spoke with “a kind of hesitancy in speech patterns suggesting a foreign person doing well in English. It had a singsong, melodious quality.” Grise seemed convinced there was nothing fraudulent concerning Renaud and that “something quite out of the normal was going on, whatever it was.” 3

The wonderful photos and illustrations presented in this piece were lifted from Flying Saucers Close Up by John Dean. (Not the Watergate dude, but some other dude.)

 

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1 Keel, John, 1971. Our Haunted Planet Fawcett. (p. 184).

2 Dean, John, 1970. Flying Saucers Close Up. Clarksburg, WV: Saucerian Books.

3 Clark, Jerome. 2000. . Extraordinary Encounters: An Encyclopedia of Extraterrestrials and Otherworldly Beings. ABC-CLIO Publishers. (p 158-159).

Further reading

The TerraKor Files

A self-professed “Adept at the art of relaxation,” William Ferguson (who, when he wasn’t relaxing, worked a day job as a postman) used the term “absolute relaxation” to describe his astral projection (or out-of-body) experiences, which included etheric voyages to the sixth and seventh dimensions. 1 (And here I thought there were only four.)

In 1938, Ferguson relaxed his way to Mars where he met Khauga who just so happened to be the Chief Uniphysicist of the Solar System. 2 According to Ferguson, he was the very first Earthman to visit Mars and because of this there was “great rejoicing” among his new-found Martian friends.

While hanging with Khauga, Ferguson was treated to a tour of the red planet, which he soon discovered was a virtual paradise. As Khauga related to him:

“How do you like our city, or living spaces, as we call them? They form a great network all over the planet, your astronomers call them canals. For two thousand years we have lived in these enclosed living spaces. We have our cities and countrysides all enclosed, and maintain a constant temperature of 76 degrees. Our vegetation grows continuously. We have made our own weather. The enclosures are tremendous electro-magnetic force fields created by our Uniphysicists.

“In our expedition to the Earth, we intend to release large quantities of expanded elements on the surface of your planet, which will, in turn, speed up the expansion of the elements you are working with. We have waited for this time in the Earth’s development to step in and help our sister Planet Earth. If your scientists will listen to the truth, and stop pursuing selfish interests, and obeying the dictates of the combines, they can have an oasis in the deserts and an abundance of every usable thing man can imagine….”

Inspired by his amazing Martian adventures, Ferguson founded the Cosmic Circle of Fellowship,

“…a religious organization of the sovereign State of Illinois, under the complete guidance of Celestial and Immortal Beings from Outer Space. The messenger of these space beings is William Ferguson of the Planet Earth, and other Priests and Priestesses, who have been and will be, elevated to the Priesthood of the Cosmic Circle of Fellowship…

“We worship only the Alpha and the Omega, who are the First Cause, (Everliving). We adore many Celestials and Immortals, who are working with us and guiding us. We invite all people of the Planet Earth to join us in fellowship and the worship of Alpha and Omega.” 3

Khauga instructed Ferguson to construct a device called the Zerret Applicator that could supposedly cure everything from gout to lumbago. This wonder device (selling for the low, low price of $50!) was made of plastic with nifty blue and white vertical stripes. When you held it in your hands, it emitted z-rays, “a force unknown to science.” (At least the part about “unknown to science” was true.) According to the Zerret Applicator instruction manual:

“When you hold the Applicator, it works on your life current, expanding the atoms of the same. As this takes place, it expands all atoms of your being. Expansion of your atoms produces what is commonly called relaxation.”

After receiving complaints about the Zerret Applicator, the FDA brought the hammer down on Ferguson, claiming he’d misbranded the Zerret Applicator as a cure-all—when it was really a cure for nothing. Ferguson was sentenced to two years in prison for medical fraud and the FDA even went so far as to create a PSA featuring actor Raymond Massey with a stern Zerret Applicator rebuke:

“I’m Raymond Massey and I have a special message for senior citizens. Today’s doctors, drugs, and medical devices truly work medical miracles for the young and old alike, but there are some as phony as a three dollar bill, like this Zerret Applicator, for example, which has claimed to cure arthritis with Z–Rays…There are no z-rays!”

 

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1 Ferguson,William. 1937. Relax First. Bronson-Canode.

2 Clark, Jerome. 2000. Extraordinary Encounters: An Encyclopedia of Extraterrestrials and Otherworldly Beings. Santa Barbara, CA: ABC-CLIO. (p. 143).

3 Lewis, James R. (ed.),1995. The Gods Have Landed: New Religions from Other Worlds. State University of New York Press.

One afternoon in April 1961 at his chicken farm in Eagle River, Wisconsin, Joe Simonton’s lunch was interrupted by a noise that sounded like a jet engine over his house. Simonton hurried out to his yard to see what was up, and observed a craft, which he described as a “huge, big thing…coming straight down, just like an elevator.” It looked like “two washbowls turned face to face.” 1 Walking around the object, Simonton noticed an opening through which he could see three normal-looking (albeit short, at about 5 feet) men inside the craft. They were dressed in blue turtleneck knit get-ups with small knit caps made of the same material.

A hatch opened on top of the craft and out popped one of the little men with a jug in one hand; with his other hand the little guy made a gesture like he was thirsty. Simonton accepted the jug and went down into his basement to fill it up, then brought it back, having to stand on his toes to reach up and hand the jug back. The little man saluted as if to say farewell and Simonton saluted back, which is probably what most of us would do if saluted by a little man from a far-off land. While all this saluting was going on, Simonton observed one of the little guys inside cooking something that looked like pancakes on a flameless grill, the latest in Martian technology.

Simonton made a gesture of putting food to his mouth to show he wanted to try one of the pancakes, so the little man handed a few to Joe, then the hatch closed and the saucer took off. As Simonton stood in stunned disbelief, he figured he might as well sample one of the cakes, which he described as “hot and greasy” and not all that great tasting. “If that was their food, then God help them, because I took a bite of one of ‘em and it tasted like a piece of cardboard.” Sad!

While some pegged him as a crackpot, those who knew Simonton considered him as a no-nonsense kind of guy, among them a local judge, Frank W. Carter, who was a member of the National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena (NICAP). Carter sent a sample of a Simonton’s pancakes to NICAP’s headquarters in Washington, D.C., and afterwards Dr. J. Allen Hynek of Project Blue Book traveled to Eagle River to look into the case. Initially Hynek was dubious about Simonton’s claims, basically because they sounded so outlandish, although Simonton remained consistent whenever he related his story, and there was no evidence he was trying to profit from it, or to make a name for himself. One of the pancakes was afterwards sent to an Air Force lab where analysis described the contents as “fat, starch, buckwheat hulls, wheat bran and soybean hulls” and that it appeared to be “an ordinary pancake of terrestrial origin.” 2

This article was a bit of a bastardization of an entry authored by Greg Bishop that is featured in A is for Adamski: The Golden Age of the UFO Contactees available now while supplies last from your finer internet booksellers.

1 Lorenzen, Coral and Jim. 1967. Flying Saucer Occupants. Signet (p. 130).

2 Clark, Jerome, 1996. The UFO Encyclopedia Volume 3 (pp. 168-175), Omnigraphics, Inc

Carl Anderson’s first purported UFO encounter occurred on April 4^th, 1954, while camping in Desert Hot Springs, California. On the night in question, Anderson, his wife Stella and their two kids, Bobby and Betty Ann (names straight out of a Leave it to Beaver episode) were startled from slumber with the sudden dematerialization of their tent after which they were paralyzed by a beam of light:

“We did not know at the time just how long we remained in this paralyzed condition while we continued to watch and listen. We could now hear voices mumbling in a low tone, but could not tell, however, if the conversation was in English, as the sounds were very faint.

“We do not know whether or not any people alighted from this craft. We did not see any. But we did hear voices. After what seemed like hours we began to hear a slight humming sound like a generator running.

“A low droning, pulsating hum. The dim glow surrounding the saucer slowly took on an orange cast, then a bright red color. It glowed like a huge ball of red fire. Then it started to rise straight up, very slowly at first, then faster and faster as it got higher and higher. The red light changed to a brilliant bluish white. Then slowly the tent began to reappear and once more we were aware of its presence. As the tent became a reality we were once more free to move about. We now realized that we had been paralyzed for our own good. It was not meant for us to go near or touch this wonderful craft from another world.”

On the evening of June 27^th, 1958, Anderson was taking a stroll in Fullerton, California, when a Martian named Kumar appeared out of nowhere, offered him a lit cigarette, then lit another for himself. After exchanging pleasantries, Kumar said he had to be going but would soon return with a squadron of rescue ships to evacuate “enlightened” humans in advance of the forthcoming atomic war. Kumar then pressed a button on his belt and disappeared into thin air.

Over the next few years, Kumar visited Anderson and on those occasions levitated and performed other Jesus-type feats. On one visit, Kumar brought along an “adorable” seven foot tall Venusian princess named Nirvana, who served the men a sparkling elixir from crystal goblets.

Anderson’s final meeting with Kumar occurred on May 4^th, 1963, when he was taken aboard a spacecraft and given a demonstration of its propulsion system. At this time, according to Anderson, he was instructed to travel to Germany to share this Martian technology with German scientists.

Although one of the lesser known contactees in the U.S., for some reason Anderson became a hit in Europe and his book Two Nights To Remember was translated by a Swedish publisher. Anderson and fellow contactee Reinhold Schmidt were featured speakers at the Fourth International UFO Congress on October 22th–24^th, 1960 in Wiesbaden, Germany, which evidently allowed him the opportunity to share Kumar’s Martian technology with German scientists attending the event, including famed physicist and space flight pioneer, Dr. Hermann Oberth. According to some accounts, Oberth was less than thrilled to share the stage with the likes of Anderson and Schmidt, whom he considered a couple of quacks.

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On November 5^th, 1957, Reinhold Schmidt was cruising through the rural landscape of Kearney, Nebraska, when he came across a cigar-shaped object that had landed in a field. Driving toward the craft, Schmidt’s car engine suddenly stalled as two humanoids appeared, who then led him aboard their startling ship from the Saturn. The crew inside consisted of four muscalar men and two curvaceous women from who spoke “high German.” (As opposed to “low German”). After a brief conversation about the U.S. space program, the crew bid Schmidt a fond farewell and presumably returned to their home planet.

Schmidt subsequently reported his encounter to local newspapers and, soon after, Kearney law enforcement officers responded to the scene of the supposed saucer landing where they discovered three sets of footprints and a “mysterious green residue.” When the cops learned that Schmidt had previously served time for embezzlement, they grew suspicious of his claims. During a follow-up investigation, an empty can of green motor oil was discovered near the “landing site” and some of this same oil was found in the bed of Schmidt’s pickup truck.

The following day, a psychiatrist examined Schmidt’s head and concluded that he’d been suffering from delusions. Afterwards, Schmidt was committed to Hastings State Hospital, only to be released a few days later.  Schmidt later claimed that his confinement at the facility was an attempt by the Silence Control Group to discredit his Saturnian saucer encounter.

In the years to come, Schmidt enjoyed many more visits from the crew of the Saturnian starship and was treated to several trips into outer space. The Saturnians—it was revealed—enjoyed a damn good cup of Joe, their preferred brand being MJB. To ensure coffee supplies never fell to perilously low levels, the crew kept a Volkswagen Bug stored in the cargo hold of their ship in case they needed to travel incognito to the nearest town to resupply their caffeine fix during Earthside visits.

On May 28^th, 1961, a cinematic rendition of Schmidt’s encounters entitled Edge of Tomorrow premiered at the Wilshire Ebell Theatre in Los Angeles, a film produced by Ron Ormond (of The Little Green Man fame.) The June 1961 edition of Saucer News described the film as “hopelessly boring, technically inadequate, poorly photographed hodge podge of inanities.”

Around this time, Schmidt partnered with Major Wayne Aho and John Otto, and the three men rolled out a tripleheader UFO show they took on the road. This partnership eventually ground to a halt when Schmidt was convicted of swindling little old ladies (who attended his lectures) out of their life savings.

Schmidt’s scam included the fanciful yarn that—during one of his many spaceship flights—he observed a unique form of quartz crystal (while flying over Earth) which could cure cancer, but to be able to extract these miraculous mining deposits he’d need investors, of course, and that’s how the little old ladies got roped into the caper. When all was said and done, Schmidt bilked his marks to the tune $30,000. On October 26^th, 1961, he was sentenced to 10 years in prison.

Read the complete amazing story of Reinhold Schmidt here!

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During the 1950s and ’60s, Ron Ormond directed a slew of exploitation films that are now nearly impossible to find, including such gems as Mesa of Lost Women and The Monster and the Stripper. Another obscure and impossible to find film Ormond produced was called Attack of the Flying Saucers, a UFO documentary featuring contactees Reinhold Schmidt and Daniel Fry.

In the late 1950s, Ormond co-authored a number of psychic phenomena/self help books with a fellow named Ormond McGill (now what’s the chance of writing a book with someone whose first name is the same as your last name?) These titles included a book on psychic surgery called Religious Mysteries of the Orient/Into the Strange Unknown, in addition to a series of books on hypnosis.

In 1959, Ormond assumed duties as editor-in-chief of Ray Palmer’s Flying Saucers From Other Worlds magazine and in the August issue penned the curiously titled “I Found A Little Green Man” under the byline of Colonel Ron Ormond (Member United States Air Force Auxiliary). According to the article, Ormond claimed that a prospector from Arizona had given him a mummified little green skinned man, roughly 15 to 16 inches tall. The prospector allegedly discovered the creature in a cave nearby his mining claim that had been frequented by flying saucer overflights. A photo from the period features Ormond carrying around a beat-up cardboard box supposedly carrying his little green man, although there’s nothing to suggest he ever publically displayed the creature. Ormond claimed that his Little Green Man was similar to a photo that ufologist Robert Coe Gardner was presenting at UFO conferences at the time, alleged to be an ET in the company of German scientists.

A private pilot, Ormond survived a plane crash in 1968 that led to his conversion to Christianity, after which he devoted himself in the following years to producing a number of somewhat bizarre and gory religious films as a testament to his new-found faith.

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A gal with classic good looks coupled with a classic martyr syndrome, Gloria Lee was among the more tragic figures to emerge from the Golden Age of the UFO Contactees. A former childhood actress, model, and airline stewardess, Lee began receiving communications in 1953 via an entity from Jupiter going with the initials of J.W.

1959 proved to be a very productive year for both Lee and J.W., which included the publication of Why We Are Here!, a channeled collaboration between the two that read much the same as other cosmic messenger books of the day, filled with a lot of universal wisdom and the Coming-Of-A-New-Age proclamations, although on a sadder note it predicted that England would be swept under the sea. That same year, Lee founded the Cosmon Research Foundation to further promote J.W.’s teachings, an organization that at its height reportedly boasted 2000 members.

Like many contactees of the era, Lee was a speaker at the Giant Rock Interplanetary Spacecraft Convention. During her presentation she shared J.W.’s words of wisdom that “Earthlings have misinterpreted the purpose of their sexual drives” and that marriage was a human conception that didn’t exist on other planets, which allowed for greater sexual freedom throughout the cosmos. It was the dawning of the Age of Aquarius.

In the fall of 1962, Lee approached the United Nations with a plan for world peace that included construction of a space station, but officials rebuffed her. Steadfast in her resolve to bring peace and harmony to the galaxy, Lee took up residence in a Washington, D.C. hotel on September 13^th and a short time later began a hunger fast to bring attention to her cause. As Lee informed journalists: “I’ve heard from J.W., and they’re disturbed up there because of fighting in the world and the fact that nuclear bombs might upset their planets. The space people are going to invade the earth and establish a peace program. J.W. has ordered me to go on a fast for peace until he sends a ‘light elevator’ down to take me to Jupiter.”

On December 3^nd—sixty-six days into her fast—Lee fell into a coma and died at the tender age of 37, leaving behind a husband and two young children. As tragic as this story may sound, a short time later there was some good news from the spirit realm courtesy of psychic medium Nada-Yolanda (real name Pauline Sharpe): “Hello everybody, this is Gloria. Yes, it’s really me. I’m really finding out how this thing works.” What “this thing” was, we can only surmise—unless, of course, Gloria Lee’s spirit was referring to J.W.’s “light elevator” having transported her to a far better place. 

Gloria Lee’s messages from beyond were later compiled into a staggering five-volume set of books published by the Mark-Age Meta Center, Inc., a non-profit corporation based out of Miami, Florida, that was operated by the aforementioned Pauline Sharpe along with her companion and fellow channeler, Mark (aka Charles B. Gentzel.)