Paul Villa and the Giants from Coma Berenices

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Paul Villa (Credit: Joe Fex-APEX Research)

Paul Villa’s interactions with otherworldly entities allegedly began in 1953 in Long Beach, California, when he encountered a seven-foot-tall spaceman moseying along the beach.

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One of the many purported flying saucers photos taken by Paul Villa, dated 1972. (Joe Fex-APEX Research)

Villa’s next run-in with the space brothers allegedly occurred on June 16th, 1963, when he was telepathically instructed to drive his pick-up truck to the location of a landed saucer. The saucer, in this instance, was a mothership from the Coma Berenices galaxy carrying nine humanoids—a mix of men and women—ranging from seven to nine feet tall. Included in their arsenal were nine remotely-controlled disk shaped drones (14 inches in diameter) that were used for Earth recon missions, controlled from instrument panels inside the mothership. During this meeting, the UFO occupants “permitted Villa to take photos of their ship which posed and hovered close to the surface.”

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One of the nine purported “remotely-controlled disk shaped drones” photographed by Villa. (Joe Fex-APEX Research.)

On April 18th, 1965, Villa was telepathically instructed to travel to Bernalillo, New Mexico, and it was there he photographed a spaceship that projected a laser beam, igniting a small vegetation fire. (At least that was the claim Villa made; that the craft had started a fire, although what the black mark looks like is a shadow cast by the alien craft, or whatever it actually was.)

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The purported alien craft and the scorched earth beneath it, photographed by Villa in 1972. (Joe Fex-APEX Research.)

A photo of this arsonist spaceship was among several other Villa saucer photos published in Gabe Green’s UFO International. Project Blue Book investigators later determined that Villa fabricated these photos using a miniature model of a flying saucer.

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Paul Villa holding his apparently phony saucer. (Joe Fex-APEX Research.)

For more crazy shit like this be sure to pick up your very own copy of A is for Adamski: The Golden Age of the UFO Contactees.

The Ballad of O.T. Nodrog

In the 1930s, Orville T. Gordon started a lumberyard in Welasco, Texas that remained in operation until the early 1960s when he shut down the business due to an ongoing feud with local government over unpaid taxes. In 1963, Orville purportedly came into contact with a group of extraterrestrials who—after witnessing how humankind was despoiling the Earth—got a bit miffed and informed him of their plans to bring about Armageddon to teach the sinners a lesson. To prepare for the forthcoming apocalyptic flood, Orville founded a group (which some have termed a cult) called Outer Dimensional Forces and changed his name to O.T. Nodrog. (Nodrog is Gordon spelled backwards.)

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O.T. Nodrog (Photo by Douglas Curran)

In his efforts to immanentize the eschaton, Gordon (now Nodrog) constructed a UFO landing strip at his erstwhile lumberyard and christened it the “Armageddon Time Ark Base.” It was here, presumably, the space brothers swoop down at the appointed hour and spirit away Nodrog and his crew.

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With all that being said, a perusal of ODF literature seems to suggest that Nodrog and his group are the actual ETs (or at least ET channelers) and the Armageddon Time Ark Base, of which they rant, is an invisible flying saucer hidden on Nodrog’s property that will be employed in the End Times (with Nodrog in the role of Noah.)  Or something like that.  In addition to selling berries and honey at the Welasco flea market, Nodrog offered seats for sale on his UFO and an ostensible ticket out at the appointed hour.

The United States (in ODF-speak) is known as the “Manasseh Complex”, a reference to one of the Lost Tribes of Israel that once inhabited North America before it went to seed on account of corrupt government agencies and other evil-doers. “Time Station Earth” embodies only three and a half dimensions, whereas the Armageddon Time Ark is a fifth-dimensional construct tuned to a higher vibratory level. If you want to become more confused, ODF maintains a website at http://www.atabase.com which includes the revelation that AIDS is the “Armageddon disease.”

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Douglas Curran’s In Advance of the Landing: Folk Concepts of Outer Space (1986) chronicled an episode that occurred in June 1976 when Nodrog sent a package of materials to John Schuessler, a NASA space shuttle engineer and founding member of the Mutual UFO Network (MUFON). The package included blueprints for a spaceship propelled by “5 D.O. Power!” and a list of charges Nodrog had brought against MUFON in the name of Commander Yahshua Hamashiia of the Positive Section of Outer Dimensional Forces. To conclude his long winded diatribe, Nodrog offered Schuessler an opportunity to surrender at the Armageddon Time Ark Base on July 4th, 1976.

Schuessler decided to ignore Nodrog’s missive and a month later received another package postmarked: “A.T.A. Base, Manasseh Free Territory, Manasseh complex, Area 6, Armageddon Valley.” Among the contents of Nodrog’s next rant, these ominous words stood out: “War Crime 7-A Decree of Judgment!” in addition to an edict that found Schuessler and MUFON guilty of suppressing the ODF’s Armageddon Time Ark Base operation.

Unnerved by the threatening tone, Schuessler brought Nodrog’s letters to the attention of the FBI.  Around this same time, a fellow named Merlon Lingenfelter and his family joined ODF and moved into the Armageddon Time Ark compound. Merlon—it so happens—was a right wing extremist aligned with the Christian Identity Movement and the anti-gov group, Posse Comitatus. In addition to a seething hatred for the International Jewish Banking Conspiracy, Lingenfelter was also skilled at rigging up explosives, which would come in handy as the ODF grew increasingly hostile toward local government.

By the late ‘70s, Welasco townsfolk had grown less than enamored with Nodrog’s apocalyptic lumberyard which was viewed as a massive eyesore holding back development. Part of this planned development included an expressway that would run through a section of Nodrog’s land. There were also plans for a new shopping center adjacent to the expressway that would include a Walmart. To this end, Walmart attempted to purchase the land, but Nodrog told them to go pound sand. Through legal wrangling, local officials condemned this portion of Nodrog’s property as a public safety hazard and awarded him compensation for the land grab, which was then deposited in his name at a local bank—but Nodrog was having no part of the Zionist pay-off and refused the money!

Things came to a head on February 25th, 1985 when a pipe bomb exploded in a car parked in front of a Sherwin-Williams paint store managed by Welasco mayor, Hector Farias. The individual who planted the bomb confused another car for the one owned by Farias and fortunately no one was injured. That same day, a threatening letter courtesy of the ODF arrived at Weslaco City Hall. Afterwards, security was beefed up at the facility in anticipation of more ODF mischief.

On July 16th, 1985, ATF agents raided the ODF compound, seizing a cache of illegal firearms. During a search of the premises, beehives were discovered in the living quarters and there was no evidence of indoor plumbing. (Apparently, the City of Weslaco had cut off Nodrog’s water supply at some point due to his failure to pay property taxes.) In the aftermath of the raid, Weslaco City Hall received so many prank calls that for “two weeks, city officials stopped answering their phones.”

In March 1986, ODF member Mark Alan Lingenfelter was brought to trial for the bungled pipe bomb caper and was represented in court by his father, Merlon, who informed The Brownsville Herald: “Your President, all supporting Bloodsuckers of the United States, plus all Bloodsuckers of Canada and Mexico, have been duly served and convicted in the Outer Dimensional Forces Foursquare Court at Alternate Base, of Triple High Treason!” (Yes, you read that right: Triple High Treason.)

During the course of the trial, U.S. District Judge Ricardo Hinojosa dismissed himself from the proceedings on account of a series of threatening letters he received from defendant Lingenfelter who had been held in contempt of court after several outbursts. The jury found Lingenfelter guilty and he was sentenced to 10 years in prison.

As for Nodrog, he hasn’t been seen since the late 1990s and many locals assume that his physical body is buried somewhere on the ODF compound while his spirit resides in the fifth dimension.

 

The Reverend Robert Short’s Ascent To The Stars

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The late, great Rev. Robert Short

The saucer world was stunned by the passing this week of Reverend Robert “Bob” Short, a beloved and cantankerous fixture in the world of ufology dating back to the halcyon days of the old school UFO contactees. Although Hunter S. Thompson wasn’t speaking specifically about Bob Short, he might as well have been when he uttered those immortal words: “There he goes. One of God’s own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.”

For well over a half century, Rev. Short and his spunky wife Shirley operated the Blue Rose Ministry out of their home in Cornville, Arizona, publishing The Solar Space Newsletter where you could “learn the mystic connection between the Hopi’s, the Pope’s and the UFO’s!”

Bob Short’s entrée into the wacky world of ufology dated back to 1953 when he had a calling to travel out to the Mojave Desert at the behest of an ET named Jon-Al who directed him to “Go to the Big Rock in the Desert.” That big rock, it so happens, was Giant Rock, and when Short laid eyes on that magnificent 23,000-ton boulder, it was love at first sight.

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George Van Tassel at Giant Rock during the 1960’s. (Photo courtesy of the Bob Beck Collection – Joe Fex, Ape-X Research.)

Short became fast friends with George Van Tassel and was a frequent attendee of the Giant Rock Interplanetary Spacecraft Conventions. One of my fav Bob Short stories was the time he was at Giant Rock hanging out with Van Tassel when a flying saucer landed and, according to Short, Van (as he was known) jumped in his pick-up truck and drove it onto a ramp and into the space brother’s ship then flew away. After about an hour or so, the flying saucer returned, opened up the ramp,  and Van drove his truck back out of the saucer, then the ramp closed and it took off, back into outer space. “George, George, what happened?” an excited Short stammered. “Well, that was interesting,” was Van Tassel’s reply.

Another fond memory I have of Bob Short was during Retro UFO 2 when I was among a group attempting to space out to one of the Karl sister’s Sound Baths up on the top floor of the Integratron, while down below Bob and Shirley suddenly started hollering at each other (as they were sometimes wont to do), which wasn’t out of the ordinary for the pair. Someone had to yell down at Bob to have him put a sock in it, and he finally did pipe down so that our collective group upstairs could return into their mellow meditative happy place space.

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George Hunt Williamson (left), his charming wife Betty, and a third individual (possibly Lyman Streeter) conducting short wave space brother radio communications. (Fortean Picture Library)

Short was an associate of famed contactee George Hunt Williamson with whom he engaged in short wave ET communications in Winslow, Arizona, along with a radio operator named Lyman Streeter. As Reverend Short noted:

“Many times during my association with these two men, UFOs hovered over where we were receiving messages. They (Space Intelligence) would even answer questions we hadn’t asked! We began to contemplate the possibility of bypassing the ham operator altogether and using direct mental telepathy in our communication with the Space Intelligence. However, our efforts to explore this possibility were hampered, when in 1952, the government closed our operation. Their explanation given for this action was that we did not have proper legal grounds for “extraterrestrial” or “alien” contacts. Because of this, I eventually left Winslow, disappointed at the mindset of those “authorities” who sought to limit our understanding of the Extraterrestrial Intelligence and their presence on Earth…” (Source: Short, Robert, 2003. Out Of The Stars: A Message From Extraterrestrial Intelligence. Infinity Publishing Company.)

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Rev. Short channeling the space bros

Like George Van Tassel and a number of other contactees, Bob Short channeled Commander Ashtar and by the mid-1950s (using the non-de-plume of Bill Rose) he started an organization called “Ashtar Command” to monetize his otherworldly conversations.

At the 1967 Giant Rock Convention, “as Short was being introduced to the assembled audience, a reddish-orange craft flew overhead and was seen by all for approximately two minutes. Short then channeled a message from Korton, a resident of the planet Jupiter who had flown over Earth in a mother ship—the light the audience had seen was described as a spacecraft from that mother ship…”(Source: Melton, Gordon J., 2009. Melton’s Encyclopedia Of American Religions. )

The July 9, 1968 Long Beach Independent Press-Telegram featured an article entitled “Outer Space Chef Tosses Bewildering Salad” chronicling a lecture by Rev. Short at the Los Altos Public Library. Staff writer Frank Anderson described Short as a

…outer space chef, [who] cut some green cheese from the moon, mixed it with horse radish and served it up on flying saucers…

Billed as a lecturer of unidentified flying objects, Short confined most of his remarks to communiqués from extra-terrestrial sources which have been published in the Solar Space Letter of his Solar Space Foundation at Joshua Tree.

The audience of 30 persons appeared mystified by it all, for the knowledge by Short flew by faster than the cafeteria line at a tape worms’ convention.

Short was introduced by Rev. Raymond Broshears, pastor of the sponsoring Church of God of Light. After some Hawaiian music, the lecture began with Short telling his audience how outer space beings tune in on earthlings.

It’s done, he said, by means of a resotron, a device that fits on the head like a hair-dryer and immediately translates earthlings thoughts and language into super space intelligence.

Having cleared up this awesome technology, Short read some documents, the substance of which is that the United Nations just isn’t interested in UFOs and “please stop writing to this office.”

Next came the slides. The first one purported to be outer space lights seen through pink clouds—but if you thought it was a slice of liver left too long in the hot sun, you wouldn’t be far off the mark.

This was followed by what appeared to be a human eyeball the day after New Year’s—or an under-fried egg.

Short —perspiring freely in his royal blue turtleneck, dark blue blazer and canary yellow slacks—got the next slide in upside down and backwards. But his apology was wasted—the audience didn’t know the difference…

Pity the poor Martian trying to decode Monday night’s proceedings on his resotron. He’ll think he blew a fuse.

 

For many years, Bob and Shirley Short were familiar figures on the flying saucer lecture circuit where the good reverend was usually more than happy (for a free will love offering of around $20 or more) to put on a pair of eye shades and perform psychic readings courtesy of Ashtar or Korton or whatever entity was possessing his vocal chords at the time.  As my pal Greg Bishop recalled:

“At the International UFO Congress in 2004, Bob Short set up a TV tray in the merch room (because he couldn’t afford a table) and gave psychic readings. I gave him $20 and he gave me a $20 performance. He went into a trance and began to spout extreme generalities which could apply to almost anyone. I was not very helpful with any feedback to lead him, so he continued in this vein. It was a fun session, mainly because I just wanted to help him out with a few bucks and see how good he might be. I recorded the session, but mistakenly recorded over it with a bootleg recording of a Hasil Adkins concert.”

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Robert Short’s high tech table at the 2004 UFO Congress in Laughlin, Nevada. (Photo: Greg Bishop)

Your humble author had the opportunity to first hook-up with Bob Short at the 2006 Retro UFO Convention, and over pie and suds one night at a local Joshua Tree pizzeria, the Short’s regaled my wife and I with tales of old school ETs—who they referred to as their Sources.

“Bob, how’d you become interested in flying saucers,” I inquired between gulps of beer that formed tiny foam droplets that dripped off my moustache much to the amusements of the Shorts.

Bob Short: “The same way a lot of people did—after I heard Kenneth Arnold’s sighting near Mt. Rainer in 1947—that got me really intrigued and I began working with Ric Williamson.”

Adam Gorightly: “You’re talking about George Hunt Williamson, right, the famous Contactee?”

BS: “Yes, that’s right! I worked with Ric Williamson for a number of years—everyone who knew him called him Ric—I was in on ham radio contacts with Ric up in Winslow, Arizona in the early 50s along with a ham radio operator named Lyman Streeter—that is until the FCC shut us down for ‘communicating with alien unknown sources against the U.S. Government’—as the Feds called it—and they threatened us with federal prison if we didn’t do what we were told! Anyway, we would have UFOs hovering right over us when we received their messages. It was wild! But yeah, I did a lot of stuff with Ric over the years, including a trip to Peru where we learned all sorts of information about the ETs. Anyway, the ham radios weren’t really needed we later figured out, you could do it all with your mind using mental telepathy. I did this first by using automatic writing, which someone had mentioned to me, so I started playing around with automatic writing and eventually began channeling an ET named Jon-al.”

AG: “When’s the first time you went out to Giant Rock?”

BS: “I found my way out there in 1953. They led me to find my way out there—my Sources—absolutely. To this day it just amazes me how they led me out there. Actually I could hear them talking to me just like I’m talking to you sitting here eating pizza. They told me what road to take and the whole thing. I knew how to find Highway 62 because Nora Helms—James Cagney’s personal secretary—came into my mother’s restaurant in North Hollywood, and told her that she’d been out there to talk to this man under the rock near 29 Palms who talked to extraterrestrials…I knew where 29 Palms was, but I didn’t know any big rock in the desert, and that’s what the ETs told me that I needed to find: the big rock in the desert if I wanted to know more of the truth about them.

“So anyway, I drove out there and when I got to the town of Joshua Tree, I got some gas there at what was then the 76 station—where there’s a real estate office now—and the guy said You’re in luck, I was just getting ready to close down and I said By the way, could you tell me where I could find this big rock in the desert and he said Yeah, look all around, Mac, take your pick and I said Well, ask a dumb question, you get a dumb answer

“And so I told the ETs: If you want me to drive off of this road anywhere, you tell me. I got about five blocks down the highway and I heard this voice go TURN LEFT! And I said what do you mean? And it said again TURN LEFT! And I said OK and I did and I turned onto a paved road and I got up to the top of the hill where the school is now, the elementary school—and by the way, Shirley was told by the ETs that she was going to teach all of Van Tassel’s grandchildren, which she later did, including Matthew Boone—which was fantastic. Isn’t that right Shirley?”

“That’s right!” said Shirley in between a large chomp of pepperoni pizza.

BS: “But anyway, I got out to this point where the road forked and I stopped and said OK, now where? And the voice said TURN HERE! TAKE THE ROAD TO THE RIGHT! And I said OK and the road bent around and finally ended up on this kind of gravely road. I looked off to my left and saw what looked like a dry lake bed and I saw this light and I thought, Well, there’s somebody out here, but I didn’t know this for sure, it could have been 50 miles away and I wouldn’t have known it in the cold, desert air. Well, I drove up a bit further and there was Giant Rock, that’s how I found my way there.

“It was about 1 AM when I arrived at Giant Rock and Eva Tassel was there to greet me and said, You’re like all the rest, you came in the back way. There is a front way, you know. And I said I didn’t know that, and she said Well, you know it now—If you’re meant to be here, you will and if you’re not, you won’t—obviously you’re meant to be here, ‘cause you are here. And then I met Van Tassel, he walked into the Come On In restaurant, which they ran that was built beside another big boulder that was just beyond Giant Rock itself…

“Anyway, I was sitting there talking to her. In fact, I went there was because the ET’s had instructed me to, of course, but also because I’d heard of Van Tasselbecause of what Nora Helms told my mother, that he had also made contact with the ETs and all thatso I went there so I could talk to him and and I showed him some of the automatic writings I had at the time and he said Yep, uh huh  he was very pragmatic OK, looks like the real McCoy to me and I said Oh, thank God, I’m not crazy! (laughs)”

AG: “Did you ever come face to face with these ETs?”

BS: “Yes, many times. In 1958, I had my first actual physical contact with an ET that happened in an area between Joshua Tree and Yucca Valley called Paradise Valley. I was out walking in the evening and this ship came down about not quite a football field away from me and this being got out of it and walked to the road where I was standing and I was shaking and hyperventilating and I was scared to death! I mean didn’t know what was going on and he walked up to me and I thought I’d better put my hand out to show him I’m friendly. He did something I’ll never forget, he put his hand where my heart is and swept his hand out as if to say Everything that is happening to you, everything that you are seeing, everything that you are going to, is open to you. And I knew he knew all about me from the word git go and his eyes looked like he was looking right through me and he said, We’ve come down to make an adjustment of our craft. We will see you again at a future time, and I thought, That’s it? Is that all? That’s it?

“He started walking away and I couldn’t hear the creosote or any of the desert brush crunching or crackling, which was incredible to me, and there wasn’t any footfalls I could hear, except in the roadbed. In the roadbed you could hear the gravel crunching under his feet and I thought, Sure, yeah Bob, you just thought this happened. Then I said, Wait a minute, wait a minute, let’s check and see if there’s footprints in the roadbed and I checked that out. Sure enough they were there and when I got back to where I was staying, the lady who ran the motel tried to dismiss it and years later she told Shirley:  Bob’s face was absolutely ashen, he was shaking all over and he was trying to tell me about this and just hardly couldn’t get the words out. It was really quite an experience!”

AG: “Yeah, an out of the world experience! (laughs) Did any of these ETs ever show up at the Giant Rock conventions?”

BS: “Oh, yes, of course. In April 1964 we had a whole family of ETs—including two twins that were just over five feet tall, dark short cut hair, swarthy skin, looked exactly the same wearing the exact same t-shirts, that were standing around our table. And this family of ETs sat down with us and the wife and the daughter never talked, but the gentleman talked to us, he said, We understand  that you get communications. And Shirley said, Well, yes, we do, she told them we get our communications from Venus—right, Shirley?”

“Yup!” said Shirley.

BS: “…And he said, Well, we get our communications from Mars, and he kind of smiled and he wore this lumberjack shirt and lumberjack cap and had a pipe in his mouth but no tobacco in it and he sat discoursing with us and I was standing there watching these two twins at the table—and Bill Hamilton was standing close by and I recalled it to his mind years later and he remembered that—and anyway, suddenly Shirley called me and said Robert, Come here right now! And so I did and she was psychometrizing this man’s ring.”

AG: “Psycho what?” I asked.

“Psychometry!” Shirley interjected. “It’s a form of ESP that allows you to pick up psychic impressions from somebody by scanning an object that belongs to them, like this ring the ET man was wearing.”

BS: “Right…So anyway, Shirley was doing her psychometry bit and discovered that his hands were blank! No fingerprints, no lines at all! And I said Holy Cats, I’ve never seen anything like that! And so he said, Why don’t you and your wife walk around and talk to your friends and visit people and I said Wait, that wouldn’t be right and he said No, go ahead we’ll take care of everything here and so we did and after about 20 minutes or so we came back to our table—near the rock itself—and they said See, everything is fine, everything’s OK. And I said We want to take a picture of you and he said No and I said, But we need this for our files and more sternly he said No and I asked Why can’t we take a picture? and he said Because it won’t come out—but we want to take a picture of you and your wife. So they did and then they said Well, we have to be going now, and they all started walking away towards this aircraft that was parked near the north edge of the airfield there at Giant Rock, and as I looked on I was distracted for just about a minute or so and I looked back and they were gone! So I ran out there and said Where did they go, where did they go?! Where did they go?! They just disappeared, vanished!”

AG: “To Mars, perhaps?“

BS: “Yeah, could be, could be…I don’t know…but that really happened!”

Lee Childers: The Intergalactic Baker with Bad Teeth

Lee Childers was treated to his first spaceship trip in 1955 courtesy of an extraterrestrial named Commander Marcosan. This included a stop-over on Mars—revealed to be a “dead planet”—in addition to a jaunt to the moon, which featured cities that could be raised or lowered in and out of moon craters. Commander Marcosan’s spaceship—which travelled at the astounding speed of 250,000 miles an hour!—caused Childers to become so space-sick that one of the crew members (an 8 foot tall fellow) held him out of a porthole to allow him to throw up. All in all, Childers was taken on a total of twenty-one such starship trips, which he claimed to be a space-faring record. On one such voyage, Childers rode in a spaceship that was 100 miles in diameter called TREJEDOM.

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Lee Childers, otherwise known to this and other worlds as Prince NEasom. (From the Bob Beck Collection courtesy of Joe Fex, Ape-X Research)

Childers burst on to the ufological scene in a big way in December 1958 when a saucer club called the Bureau of UFO Research and Analysis (BUFORA) arranged a press conference in New York City where Childers announced to the world that—in addition to being a baker from Detroit, Michigan—he was also a 250 year old interplanetary traveler (otherwise known as Prince NEasom from the Royal Family of Planet Tythan.)

At his press conference, Childers unveiled a rejuvenation machine which had allegedly brought him back from death on three separate occasions, each after tangling with some unruly Men-In-Black who kept killing Prince NEasom on account of his efforts to alert mankind that we’re doomed for nuclear annihilation if we didn’t heed the space brother’s dire warnings. Or something like that.

Accompanying Childers were a couple of female assistants, Beth Docker and Fannie Lowrey. It was later revealed that Childers had ditched his wife and five children for the tender charms of the aforementioned Miss Docker, who in time adopted the name “Princess NEgonna.”

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Lee Childers pictured here with his main squeeze, Beth Docker aka “Princess NEgonna”

During the same weekend of his press conference, Childers—along with his female posse—appeared on Long John Nebel’s Party Line and before going on-air predicted that a fleet of flying saucers would show up on cue and rebroadcast the program to a worldwide audience using advanced saucer technology!

Nebel—famous for accommodating all manner of kooks—found Childers’ claims so preposterous that he kicked Prince NEasom and his crew off the airwaves  and out of the studio just a few minutes into the program, the first and only time that Long John had used the hook on a guest. Needless to say, the fleet of predicted saucers were a no-show.

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Lee Childers and Beth Docker at one of the Giant Rock Conventions during the 1960’s. (Joe Fex, Ape-X Research)

Even George Van Tassel—who hardly ever had a harsh word for his fellow contactees—denounced Childers as a fraud on the grounds that he had bad teeth, something Van Tassel considered an impossibility for someone purported to be a true interplanetary traveler.

For more startling revelations just like this one, check out A is for Adamski: The Golden Age of the UFO Contactees available now from your finer internet book sellers.

And as an extra added bonus, here’s some astounding audio featuring Lee Childers!

 

 

The Amazing Adventures of Chief Frank Buckshot Standing Horse

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Chief Frank Buckshot Standing Horse

On the evening of July 12th, 1959, Chief Frank Buckshot Standing Horse (1891–1977) of Sulpulpa, Oklahoma, was listening to his transistor radio when it suddenly exploded with a shotgun blast sound followed by the electricity going out at his house. When Chief Frank went to check his fuse box he encountered three average-looking fellows who informed him that they weren’t so average after all, and in fact had travelled all the way from outer space to pick up Chief Frank for a cruise around the cosmos.

After climbing aboard the spaceship, Chief Frank encountered a beautiful woman, which is always a welcome sight regardless of what planet you’re visiting. The space gal introduced herself as Captain Mondraoleeka from the planet Oreon. (On the flying saucer lecture circuit, Chief Frank was always quick to point out that the planet “Oreon” was not to be confused with the star system “Orion.”) As for Captain Mondraoleeka, Chief Frank described her thus:

The lady was tall with pitch black hair and big beautiful blue eyes. She had no rings on her fingers. She had a well shaped head and well-featured mouth. She was dressed with a blue sort of jacket with an insignia on her right shoulder. I noticed a belt that looked as if it was jeweled, with a long dress.

Mondraoleeka, it should be noted, was 417 years old, although she didn’t look a day over 30. The other ETs that Chief Frank encountered on his trip possessed equally unpronounceable names, and came from a variety of planets that were part of an intergalactic space brother federation like on Star Trek.

With his comely space captain at the helm, Chief Frank was flown around the galaxy to check out several planets, including Venus, Orean, and Clarion, the very same planet that Truman Bethurum had waxed so eloquent about. On the way they listened to the music of Connie Francis over KRMG radio station out of Little Rock, Arkansas, the sound of which was crystal clear even though they were an astounding 100,000 miles from Earth!

At one point, Chief Frank was summoned by the call of nature. After relieving himself in a restroom constructed of shimmering green walls, a flush from the space toilet sent out a wispy blue vapor that filled the air with a wondrous aroma. But that wasn’t all. The Orean spaceship was apparently a top of the line, full-service facility that provided Chief Frank with a soothing bath, a sumptuous meal, and also the opportunity to catch some quality shut eye in a futuristic revolving bed that made Hugh Hefner’s Playboy Mansion set-up look like a cheap army cot.

On subsequent spaceship trips, Chief Frank was treated to a flight to Jupiter on what was called an “Arrow Ship” that was an astounding two and a half miles long!

Apparently spaceships weren’t the only things that grow large in outer space. On one occasion Chief Frank took the speaker’s podium at the Giant Rock Spacecraft Convention to deliver the astounding revelation that “the figs on the Planet Oreon are as big as the watermelons we have on Earth.”

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Further reading

http://ufologie.patrickgross.org/ce3/1959-07-12-usa-sapulpa.htm

 

Woman From Another Space & Time (The Illustrated Version)

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I recently re-discovered some artwork my friend  Victoria Grimalkin sent me around 2011, which included this stunning illustration above. At the time, Vickie and her husband Jim contributed artwork to an album I produced called Psychedelic Secret Agent and one of the songs on the album was Woman From Another Space and Time, which inspired Victoria’s wonderfully wacky illustration of an alien lady with an extra pair of eyeballs.

 

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I recorded this uplifting little ditty a few years back and its basically been gathering dust until I recently convinced my buddy Floyd Anderson to put it to video. Kind of my take on “After the Gold Rush”