In the first issue of MYSTIC, November 1953, I told of my first eerie contact with the flying saucers and subsequent trip in a saucer hundreds of miles into outer space.
But in neither of those astounding experiences did I actually have personal contact with a saucer being. In the first incredible instance I saw their images projected on a kind of vast, luminous screen which appeared above an open field, between two small fluorescent green discs. During my entire trip in the saucer I was, I believe, entirely alone and heard only the voices of a space being apparently transmitted from a huge mother ship.
Since that first article appeared I have received a great number of encouraging letters and many phone calls from people who assured me of their whole-hearted belief in my story. Also, as a direct result of my story in MYSTIC, I was asked to give a series of talks concerning my experiences, in the Eastern States, which I did. Everywhere I found people tremendously interested and receptive to the message of the saucer beings. But everyone wanted further knowledge and more information about our mysterious visitors.
Hence in this article I wish to tell you of my first strange meeting here on earth with an extraterrestrial being—a meeting that has left me fully convinced that they are of an evolution so advanced beyond ours that it would be utterly impossible for us to understand or comprehend them.
Following the emotional shock of my profound and bewildering trip in the flying saucer, I went about in a veritable daze for weeks. I returned to my job at Lockheed and resumed the routine of my daily affairs, but I was like an automaton—a dweller in two worlds and at home in neither. It is almost impossible to explain my state of mind. Suffice it to say that, during my trip in the saucer I was granted a spiritual initiation by the saucer beings which in all truth left me something of a stranger to my own planet, earth. Only those aware of the inner secrets of nature will understand what I mean. In the illusion of Time I was expendable. In simpler words, I had prematurely attained a degree of enlightenment and hence could never again find contentment upon earth.
I longed to tell the world—to blazon out the truth of my discoveries; yet I knew that for the greater part I must forever remain silent. Among other glimpses of Truth, I attained the realization that TIME IS NON-EXISTENT. What we call time exists only in the physical world and is an illusion of the senses. Also I know now that our conception of space is entirely erroneous. But who could I convince of these and other truths—who would believe me?
But because THEY had requested that I tell earthlings of my experiences, I told many persons about my trip in the flying saucer. Outside of my family nearly everyone laughed and ridiculed me. I was the butt of numerous jokes. Someone was always wise-cracking, “Are your saucer pals going to show up tonight, Orfeo?” Or, “Tell one of the saucers to land over at the Drive-In Theater, Orfeo, and then we’ll all believe it!” Such remarks invariably brought forth gales of laughter at my expense. But I no longer cared—I KNEW, and that was enough!
But as the days and weeks passed following my fantastic trip in that saucer and nothing more happened I began to feel a little uncertain. The constant ridicule and laughter created even more doubts. My insistence upon the truth of my experiences finally appeared to be alienating my friends and even my family from me. My story was unbelieved upon earth and the mysterious visitors were doing nothing to aid me. I actually began to doubt my own sanity. To wonder if the bizarre experiences had been an illusion or hallucination of some sort. And yet an inner tribunal of Truth assured me that such was not the case for with THEM I had SEEN and KNOWN REALITY—and I could never forget that.
On the night of August 2nd I was helping out Mabel, my wife, at the Los Feliz Drive-In Theater snack bar where she is employed. About 11 o’clock I went outside for a breath of fresh air. Over the hills to the west I noticed a fuzzy green light apparently hanging suspended in the sky. I watched it for several moments; then went inside and called Mabel and some of the others to come out and see it. Mabel and seven or eight others saw the mysterious light hanging motionless in the sky over the hill. Unable to explain it, some of them declared it must be a helicopter hovering in the air. Others thought it might be a high street lamp of some sort.
But when after four or five minutes the “street lamp” climbed slowly and silently into the heavens and suddenly vanished, no one had much to say. But for some perverse reason none of them wanted to admit that it was actually a flying saucer.
As they trouped back into the cafe laughing about “Orfeo and his flying saucers,” a depressing wave of discouragement passed over me. It was useless, I thought—absolutely useless to talk anymore to anyone about the saucers or my experiences. Feeling greatly disheartened and very much alone, I decided to leave and walk home.
As I cut across the vacant lots, the Hyperion Avenue Freeway Bridge loomed huge and dark ahead of me. The sky was overcast and the dense, oblique shadows from the vast concrete structure were heavier and eerier than usual. Yet in the shadows of the dark archways of the bridge I had come to feel a kind of warmth and welcome—a spiritual communion with a vastly greater and more kindly world. For it was in the shadows of the huge bridge that I had come upon the saucer which had carried me out of this world.
I was thinking of these things when I suddenly became aware of someone approaching from out of the darkness. I was startled for I’d never met anyone before so late at night taking the shortcut beneath the bridge. I was about to call out a word of greeting when it dawned upon me that the stranger was coming from a dead-end of the bridge. My first thought was that someone had been lying in wait for me—possibly to rob me. But before I could become alarmed, I heard the stranger call, “Greetings, Orfeo!”
My heart almost stopped beating for immediately I recognized the vibrant, beautiful voice of the Being who had spoken to me in the saucer. I stopped dead in my tracks, utterly speechless, and stared at the approaching figure. But then a wave of joy and gratitude flooded over me, and I finally replied falteringly, “Greetings to you.” He laughed pleasantly. “I know that in your mind you have given me a name—I who have remained nameless to you,” he said gently.
“You may call me by that name, Orfeo—it is as good as any other and has more inner significance to you than any name I might give you.”
“Neptune,” I spoke the name slowly and reverently. For it was indeed the name I had given to this great and mysterious being. Then I added, “At last you have come to give me strength and faith.”
He was near enough then for me to see that he was several inches taller than I and similar in outline to a well-built man. But the shadows were so heavy that I couldn’t make out the details of his figure. But just to be in his presence once more was to sense again a tremendous uplifting wave of strength, harmony, joy and serenity.
“Come, Orfeo,” he said gently, continuing on past me. “For we have many things to discuss tonight.”
I followed him as he strode ahead of me through the dense shadows. I could hear his solid footsteps upon the graveled path which convinced me beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was no phantom or illusion.
He led me to a better lighted area near the bend of Glendale Boulevard where it goes up and over the Bridge. I was actually trembling in anticipation of my first actual look at the mysterious visitor from another world.
When he turned I saw his face—the same wonderful, expressive countenance I had seen on the luminous screen. I again noticed especially his extremely large, dark and expressive eyes and the nobility and beauty of his features which actually seemed to radiate warmth and kindliness.
Then I noticed that he was wearing a kind of uniform—bluish in color, perfectly tailored and tightly fitted to the outlines of his body. But it was a strange kind of uniform apparently without seams, buttons, pockets, trimmings or design of any sort. In fact it fitted so perfectly that it was almost like a part of his body.
But as I studied him I became aware of an astonishing phenomenon—I could see his uniform and figure clearly but it wavered occasionally, as though I were viewing it through rippling water. And the color did not remain solid and uniform but varied and changed in spots, which reminded me of an imperfectly tuned television set. Only his face and hands remained immobile and stable as though not partially obscured by a film of rippling water.
Headlights from approaching automobiles fell upon us from time to time and I remember wondering what manner of being my companion appeared to be to those in the passing cars. Did they see him at all? If so, did he appear as solid and substantial as myself?
Utterly overcome with awe, I was unable to speak. For in those momentous few minutes I knew that I was in the presence of an intelligence as far above me as I am above an animal.
He moved forward again, motioning for me to follow him. Without speaking he led me down the sharp concrete declivity into the bed of the dry Los Angeles River. There he sat down upon a large stone and motioned for me to do likewise.
For a time he was silent and I was acutely conscious of a tremendous vibrational field about him—a tangible emanation of serenity, brotherly love, and ineffable joy. In all sincerity, I say that in his presence I felt like a grub that had momentarily and miraculously crawled up out of the muck and mire and experienced the wonder of the sun.
At last he said quietly, and I was struck again by the depth and vibrational quality of his superb voice, “You sense and understand intuitively many things I cannot say directly to you, Orfeo. You have just fully realized that we are not like earthmen in that WE function in dimensions UNKNOWN TO YOUR WORLD. Earth is a three-dimensional world and because of this it is preponderantly false. I may tell you that to the entities of certain other worlds earth is regarded as ‘the accursed planet’—‘the home of the reprobate, fallen ones.’ Others call your earth ‘the home of sorrows.’ For earth’s evolution is evolution through pain, sorrow, sin, suffering and the illusion of physical death. Believe me, all evolutions are not similar to Earth’s, despite the present beliefs of your scientists.”
As I heard these strange words, my heart and mind cried out, “But why must it be so—why should earth’s people know pain, suffering and death?”
He looked up into the heavens and in the soft light I saw deep compassion in his face as he said slowly, “The answer to that question is one of the mysteries of the illusion of time. But I can tell you this—such conditions did not always prevail among the entities who now inhabit earth. Once there was another planet in your solar system—the fairest and most radiant of all the planets. That planet was the original home of earthlings. In their native home they knew not pain, sorrow, suffering, sickness or physical death. But in the glory and wonder of their world they grew proud and arrogant. They made war among themselves and finally turned against the Great Giver of Life. Ultimately they destroyed their own planet which today exists only as a sterile and barren ring of asteroids and debris in the solar system. In order that those entities might gain understanding, compassion and brotherly love they were born into the animalistic, material evolution of a lesser planet, Earth. Suffering, sorrow, frustration and death became their Teacher. Their symbol became the man-beast. Each man must work out his own destiny and salvation. In the illusion of Time and through repeated births and deaths each entity slowly and painfully evolves spiritually toward its former glorified state of divinity. Eventually all the entities of earth will again attain their lost heritage. They will have learned understanding, compassion and true love for God and their fellows.”
I pondered his strange words thoughtfully, thinking as I did so that what he had said explained many apparent mysteries about man and his lot upon earth. But soon my attention was distracted once more as I saw the figure of Neptune strangely “waver” again. Suddenly the question was in my mind, “Was the Being really THERE in the truest physical sense—or was he a kind of mysterious projection into the physical world from other dimensions? Did I see him in his true form and ordinary state of being—or, to simplify matters, had he merely projected an approximation of a man’s appearance?” These strange thoughts frightened me a little and carried me into too deep waters.
A reassuring smile lighted his face, “Don’t be alarmed, Orfeo,” he said gently. “The answer to the troublesome question in your mind is both yes and no. On earth, form, color, individuality and the material aspect of things is all important. In our world these illusions are of practically no importance at all. Suffice it to say that for you I am an approximation of myself as I really am. I can’t make it any clearer in three-dimensional terms.”
His words convinced me that I had been right in my intuitive perception of him. As the full import of his greater wisdom and vision came to me, I thought about my own troubled fellows of earth. Impetuously, I asked, “What about earth now? On the surface all seems calm, but I know we are drifting on dangerous and treacherous waters. Many people are troubled and afraid about the hydrogen bomb, the creeping menace of Communism, and so many other things.”
When Neptune spoke his voice was calm and dispassionate, “Communism, Earth’s present fundamental enemy, masks beneath its banner the spearhead of the united forces of evil. Along with good, all men have evil in their hearts to a degree. But some are much more evil than others. Communism is a necessary evil and now exists upon earth as do venomous creatures, famines, blights, tyrannies, cataclysms—all are to be combated, understood and ultimately vanquished. Evil is eventually self-destroyed!”
He paused and once more I noticed his “uniform” darkening and lightening in spots, as though it were made of restless pale-bluish clouds and patches of moonlight. Then, I held my breath as he continued, “Yes, war will come again to your earth. We are powerless to prevent it. Millions in your land will fight to the end for their cherished ideals and freedom of the human mind. The clouds are on the horizon—dark and ominous, but overhead beams the rainbow—infinite and eternal. Mankind will survive a Armageddon and awake to a new more glorious day of fellowship and honest brotherly love. In the great new Age of Earth, all will forget their bitter hurts and build constructively together upon the solid foundation of the Brotherhood of Man.”
He stopped speaking and turned his radiant eyes full upon me. In the half-light his countenance was truly resplendent. As always in my encounters with these incredible Beings I again felt infinitely humble, lowly and somehow false and hypocritical.
“There is not much more I can tell you now, Orfeo,” he said. “Since the first publicized modern sighting of our discs by Kenneth Arnold thousands upon earth have come to believe in us. Many have actually seen our discs. Some have seen us clairvoyantly. Others have communicated with us clairaudiently. Still others recognize the truth of our existence and greater scope of our being, through intuitive perception. But as far as official proof of ourselves, which so many clamor for, we cannot offer that. Official proof of the existence of our discs will come. But for us to attempt physically to contact mankind through any so-called authoritative source would be only useless and possibly disastrous for them. Nearly all three-dimensional beings have no concept of, nor could they possibly understand extra-dimensional beings. Tonight in visiting you I have broken a Divine Code—the Code of ‘Hands-off,’ as regards any interference in the affairs of Earth. Active Cosmic Law will see the necessary amends made.”
He looked at me; his strange eyes suddenly saddened. For a moment I had the uncanny feeling that in his greater vision I appeared to him only as a fleeting, insubstantial shadow, utterly without reality as he knew it. In that revealing instant I knew that we of earth are as far removed from THEM as the Earth is from the Sun.
After a while he said, “I would shake your hand in token of our momentous meeting here tonight but I cannot. I have gone too far already. For my transgression WE must now recede an equal degree from you. The immutable law of Cause and Effect upon Earth will be governed accordingly. As a result, but few will believe or even hear your account of our meeting. In the over-all picture your story will in no way change conditions upon earth. Neither will any actual earthly event be either hastened or retarded because of our meeting. At most your story will give only greater faith and inner conviction to the FEW—but it is an important FEW! The ways of God are immutable and apparent only to those who have spiritual discernment. In the illusion of Time all things will be fulfilled in their proper time.”
I found that I was trembling and my nerves fairly quivering. Whether from sheer emotion or actually from being within the vibratory range of “Neptune,” I don’t know. I longed to thank him—to express the great feeling of gratitude in my heart, but I didn’t know quite how. Falteringly, I said, “From the bottom of my heart I thank you, ‘Neptune.’ I pledge my very life to you and the Beings of your world—that greater understanding may come to mankind.”
“We know you will not fail us, Orfeo,” he replied. “No other contact may be made at this time. But have no further doubts about the reality of your experiences. The Road is open now—walk it as you will. Your failure will be my own. But I smile upon you for the increased numbers who will come to know us in a truer aspect and to believe in us because of you. Strength and encouragement will be given to the millions who will rise courageously to meet the fiery trials ahead. I tell you this—the fury of the next war will break when it is least expected—when all talk is of peace. I cannot say more.”
With these prophetic words, “Neptune” extended his hand to me. But recalling his words, I turned away and did not grasp it.
He smiled and his face actually seemed to radiate light. “Orfeo, my brother!” he said with genuine affection. “For my sake you refused to break the Code. My trust is forever in you, Orfeo. In your simple action you have cleansed me from my contact with this ground.”
He paused; then added, “Soon we shall recede from Earth, Orfeo—and yet in reality we shall never be far away. Later, we shall return, but not to you, beloved friend.”
When I made no reply, he said, “I’m thirsty, Orfeo. Perhaps you know where we might get a drink of water?”
“Oh yes, yes sir,” I answered eagerly, getting quickly to my feet I remembered a small, nearby store that remained open all night. “Please wait here—I’ll be right back,” I added as I left him and clambered up the embankment.
As I hurried toward the store, I turned and looked back at the Hyperion Bridge. Beneath the high center arch I made out the hazy outline of a kind of ghostly “Igloo” which I immediately recognized as a saucer similar to the one I rode in.
At the store I bought two bottles of lemon soda and hastened back. But as I approached I was disappointed to see that the ghostly saucer was no longer beneath the arch of the bridge. Quickening my pace, I almost ran to the spot where I had left “Neptune,” but he was no longer there. Actually, I wasn’t too surprised for I’d had a premonition he wouldn’t be there when I returned.
I tossed the sodas away and sank down upon the ground. The place was appallingly desolate without him. I felt so acutely alone—so helpless and deserted—like a child left alone in a dark room when the light is suddenly extinguished. I looked upward and my eyes hopefully searched the skies. High in the western heavens I saw a soft, fuzzy green light which hung for a moment—then shot away and vanished.
“Farewell, ‘Neptune’” I said softly as I felt my eyes grow moist. “I know now earth is not yet ready for a meeting with the beings from your world. But in the dawning of Earth’s great New Age, that day will come, friend. When we have learned the meaning of true brotherly love; when we have overcome to a greater degree the evil inherent in our selfish hearts, then perhaps we will be worthy to meet the infinitely wiser and gentler brothers of your world. In those days your fellows will visit us openly and joyfully—no longer will earth be ‘the accursed planet—home of sorrows.’”
Excerpt from MYSTIC Magazine, May 1954