by Eugene H. Drake

Soon after my first contact with the Venusian Commander Aramia and Estralon, his second flight commander, I had a visitation from the latter who impressed me to go to a certain desert location to be picked up.

The reader will understand that the experience related in the following paragraphs is a journey in the etheric body, not a physical, or a third dimensional, trip. Thus on a pre-arranged date I was reclining on my couch when Estralon came into the room with outstretched hand. Immediately I arose and went with her, and presently we approached a huge spaceship which she indicated to be under her command. Then she pointed upward at the planet Venus where it shone brightly in the sky halfway between mid-heaven and the horizon.

As we enter the vessel no doubt is lurking in my mind as to whether we can actually make a journey of such magnitude in the craft, and besides I did not have the slightest idea of how long it would take to travel there. Once inside the ship, which Estralon had named Eamna—meaning triumphant—I am shown a room in her quarters that is to be mine while I am her guest.

Returning to the front part of the ship I notice numerous bunks in even rows along its sides, presenting a solid surface when folded up and fitting into recesses so tightly that it is next to impossible to detect them. Each bunk is provided with a soft pad but no blanket; the ship is pressurized and conditioned for comfort, so evidently no covering is needed. The bunks are lowered and raised by a control button on the instrument panel; in fact, all the ship’s operations are controlled from this board, including air conditioning.

Estralon is now standing in the control room watching the various panels. The operators have already taken their respective positions. At this point the most unusual spectacle that I have ever witnessed begins when Estralon suddenly inclines her head as though in silent prayer and gradually appears to be growing taller, to a height of almost eight feet; powerful waves of magnetic and electrical forces emanate in all directions from her body. As I glance around me, everyone within range of my vision has become electrified and radiant, standing at attention at specific stations. Estralon raises her right hand, moves it in a wide circle three times and brings her arm down to her side. As she does so I observe the expression on her face changing to one of commanding mien. All at once the entire vessel is filled with a bluish-white phosphorescent light. Officers and crew alike begin to glow in the light, thus becoming more etheric.

Leaning forward and taking me by the hand Estralon lifts me clear of the ship’s deck as though I were no heavier than a feather. In this position I am carried to the room assigned to me, where I am put on the cot like an infant. Bending over me she softly touches her lips to my forehead and then departs. A comfortable warmth creeps through me, making me feel very much at peace, and slowly I drift off into a state of suspended animation. Not until we draw near to Venus am I disturbed or changed from that state. The condition is altered by Estralon who enters the room and touches my forehead with the tip of a finger; its light touch serves to induce me to regain my normal consciousness. Then she gestures for me to follow her. I note that her size has resumed ordinary proportions but none of the magnetism has departed. We enter the control room again and I am led to the space mirror where I stand fascinated by what I see. We are moving rapidly toward Venus. The altimeter indicates 25,000 miles (lows), but it is dropping fast to 20,000, to 15,000, to 10,000, then to 5,000 miles. The cloud formation about the planet is reflecting sunlight. In a few seconds we have passed through this cloud canopy. The ship’s speed is checked to 450 miles as the altimeter shows 1,000 miles. A vast area of sparkling color is unfolded below us.

Estralon reaches over to touch one of the buttons beside the space mirror, making the picture clearer and closer. There appears a beautiful city of buildings of architectural design unlike anything on earth. It is the city of Vemain, she tells me. I can see a huge airport harboring craft of many sizes and types; some of them are in the air, others just landing and on the field. Some are large, like the one we are in, while others are smaller, of oval shape, round, disc-like, wing-like or global.

Vemain is a city about the size of Pasadena, California, as seen from the air. It is laid out in circular form. The principal streets are as spokes running outward from the hub of a wheel. The other streets curve in ever expanding circles until they reach into the suburbs. In the central part of the city there are several levels of thoroughfares constructed with graceful arched freeways reaching out from the center, in many instances, to the outermost borders of the city. Smaller arches join the main one. It is along these that the gravatonic sleds are operated. This type of conveyance is the most widely used; but in going from one city to another they use an aero-car of a different design, more highly powered, much larger and speedier. These travel along the beamed air waves.

The residences appear more wonderful and exquisitely beautiful as we glide in toward the airport for a landing. Later I hope to have the opportunity of a closer inspection.

We are now coming in for a landing. Those on board are excited and alert, happily looking forward to seeing friends, relatives, and just being once more in their homeland. On the ground the Venusians appear to be watching us with a great deal of interest, having recognized Estralon’s ship. They are looking up at us, waving their hands. As the ship’s motion stops and it settles quietly on the field, the crew is relaxed at their stations. I observe that Estralon’s face is radiant, her eyes flashing; she is becoming taller again. I feel out of place in my garb of tan slacks, light green, semi-sport flight shirt with sandals on my feet. Estralon instantly picks up my thought, shakes her head, smiles sweetly, and in a projected thought assured me that the Venusians will be greatly interested in greeting me regardless of how I am dressed.

We leave the ship by a short ramp, followed by some of the officers. Several people gather around Estralon to greet her, showering her with rose petals, then turn to welcome me, placing leis of flowers about my neck. They are tall with blond to golden hair, beautiful blue eyes sparkling with great kindness. Their faces radiate smiles as they move their arms and hands gracefully. Some of the women are wearing flowing garments of shell pink, others of light blue, light green, pearl white, lemon, orange, light purple, lavender and orchid, blended with colorful designs. They have beautiful ornaments of gold and jeweled clips in the form of butterflies, birds and flowers for their hair and gowns. Many are wearing real flowers in their hair. Some of the women have garments with sleeves only to the elbows, others to the wrist; some are low-necked with bare arms. Still others are not wearing much clothing. The children are dressed like their elders, except young boys who wear a type of uniform, the trousers fitting tightly to the leg with what seem to be zippers on one side of the calf. They have on close-fitting sandal-type shoes. The few men that came forward to greet us are uniformed, also in a variety of colors but the design is similar; this seems to be the garb generally worn in the cities, although in their homes they wear a loose tunic and sandals, with legs bare. Sometimes they go almost nude and think nothing of it. The Venusians keep their bodies in splendid physical condition, clean and symmetrical that I am reminded of early Greece when physical grace was truly personified.

These people appear to be highly advanced spiritually, mentally and physically. Being so pure in thought they seem to be almost angelic. Their love power is intense and blends harmoniously with the vibrations of electrical waves of energy sent out and pulsating in all directions. The women are shy, retiring, very spiritual and lovable in their gentle ways, expressing themselves in a delightful manner. The Venusian language is the most musical and pleasing spoken. The various affairs of these people are conducted with poise, grace and harmony.

I am conducted to one of the gravatonic sleds about 14 feet in length, five feet wide and with sides at least three feet in height. It can be operated either open or closed as desired. A sort of plastic curtain in a recess at the rear can be pulled out and fastened to the frame of the sled. What an experience to be zooming upward at close to 200 miles an hour and hovering along one of the arched freeways! At such speed I wonder how collisions are avoided. Estralon explains that automatic devices put into operation the instant the sled takes off guide it accurately at a safe distance from any other conveyance or obstacle.

A control panel with dials and buttons is affixed to the dashboard of the sled, which has no wheels and no foot throttles or brakes to manipulate. Push buttons release gravatonic energy picked up for motivation as well as to guide the sled and control its speed. Energy is beamed along the freeways for each car to pick just what is needed for its operation. No gasoline, oil or batteries are required. The comfortable seats are made of a soft plastic-type material set into a metal form shaped to the contour of the body.

After speeding along for some 100 miles, as I should have judged on earth, we leave the elevated freeway and zoom down to ground level onto a wide courtyard-like space beside a spacious dwelling. Its central part has two stories with the rest single-storied in the shape of a crescent. The center section extends forward about 20 feet beyond the curved lines of the adjoining wings. The extreme tips of these wings, forming the outer ends of the crescent points, extend out at least another ten feet.

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