by Richard T. Miller

[These events took place in] Detroit, Michigan in the summer of 1954. This fellow, George Hunt (Rick) Williamson, came to Detroit to talk on communicating with space intelligences by short-wave radio. He told a story about how he and a fellow who was a telegrapher with the Santa Fe Railroad in Arizona, also a ham radio operator, had gotten in touch with UFOs using this fellow’s ham radio equipment. They had communicated by International Morse Code and had received intelligent replies.

My ham radio buddies and I went to hear Williamson’s talk. Afterwards, we introduced ourselves and said we were interested. Could he tell us what frequency they had used. He gave us a list of the frequencies. We said we would listen for any type of communication on those frequencies. He asked if we would let him know if anything occurred. I said he would be the first to know; just let us know how we could reach him. He gave us his itinerary, as he was on a lecture tour.

There were about six of us in the group who had heard him that night. The next day, we set up short-wave radio equipment in our cars, office and television shop to monitor the radio frequencies Williamson had provided. Of course, we could not monitor or listen all the time so we rigged a tape recorder that would turn on and off automatically if anything was received. We monitored all the different frequencies.

Two months went by. We didn’t hear anything but static over the short-wave radios. We were about ready to call it quits. Then one evening, on the tenth of September 1954, a radio message was finally received. This being the first message, we didn’t know who it was from. But the message came in, in voice (it was in English) and it was a powerful signal. We noticed an odd choice of words in the message. The inflection of the voice was also strange. We had made a tape recording of it, and went over it and over it afterwards.

Our first thought was that some of our ham radio buddies were pulling our leg. Most ham radio operators are a talkative bunch of guys and we weren’t any exception to this. We had discussed over the air that we were listening for UFOs and, of course, our friends would kid us a lot about it saying, “Anything from space lately?” We all thought that one of our friends had sent us this message and there would be a good laugh the next time we saw him. So we really didn’t pay too much attention to this first message, thinking it a joke someone was playing on us. However, at the end of that first message there was a schedule mentioned. It said that five days later on the l5th of September there would be another radio message and they gave us the time and frequency. All right, we thought, we’ll go along with this and see what happens.

On that day, at the time specified, another message was received. But this time we were ready for it. We were all set up, six of us, with radio direction finding equipment in six different automobiles. If anybody out there was playing games with us, we were going to get them. The message came – the message went – and we drew a blank. We couldn’t get a directional bearing on the signal. We knew it wasn’t the equipment malfunctioning because six units couldn’t all malfunction at the same time. We couldn’t get a bearing. No matter which way we turned our direction-finding antennas the signal was equally strong. We were up in the air and this threw us for a loss.

Along with the second message was a schedule for the next (third) message. Maybe we weren’t doing something right. Maybe we should get some professionals involved. We called the local office of the Federal Communications Commission (FCC) in Detroit. We told them we were having some trouble with a possible illegal radio station and asked if they (the FCC) would come out and help us track it down. Well, the FCC likes to catch illegal stations, so they sent their monitoring truck to help us.

The third message was received and the FCC couldn’t get a bearing on it either. We drew a blank again – well, almost. One of the guys had brushed up against a tree and knocked his directional antenna loose from the side of his car. It was on a bracket attached to the vent-wing window of his car. He was trying to fix it as the message was coming in and it was lying over on its side. The antenna, in that position – instead of looking in a horizontal plane was looking up, and he got a bearing. He noticed the signal was coming from straight up. He called us on his radio and said, “Take your antenna mounts loose and lay them on their side.” We did. We all got a bearing from straight up. Everybody, that is, except the FCC who couldn’t do that without turning their truck over and they couldn’t detach theirs.

We all got to thinking – this was the third time we had received a message by short-wave radio. We now had a directional bearing from straight up. This couldn’t be a ground-based station, and if any of our buddies were up there renting a plane and flying around sending us these messages, it was sure costing them a bundle to pull our leg. We began to give more credence to this whole thing. It gets awfully expensive to rent airplanes and we didn’t know anyone who was that well heeled. Most ham radio operators are dead broke most of the time. We didn’t think any of them had enough money to hire a plane. We gave up on the idea that this was a hoax.

On the 20th of September, we went out to our office mailbox and found a strange envelope. The envelope was addressed to our company. There was no return address and no postage stamp on the envelope, but the envelope had been canceled at the post office.

The envelope contained a set of plans written on ordinary notebook paper. Ordinary plain white paper. We later found you could buy it in any one of a hundred stores. It was a set of electronic diagrams. The diagrams were for some type of a photoelectric eye circuit that was coupled to an audio amplifier. In other words, it was some kind of instrument designed to receive a modulated beam of light.

We got to thinking, wait a minute – who uses such a device to detect sound? The first thing we thought of was a motion picture projector. That’s how you get the sound off the optical soundtrack. We decided to build this gadget, because down in one corner of the last page (there were three pages of diagrams) there was a name, and the name was Meck-tau. We thought that was a weird name, but interesting.

It would cost us maybe $20.00 to build this thing so we went ahead. We made a light beam receiver. We didn’t know why we were building it, but somebody had gone to the trouble of sending us the plans.

We received a number of radio communications from then on, and after receiving three more messages, our friends from outer space (that’s what we called them) commented on the plans (for the light beam receiver) that they had sent us. Well, now we knew who had supplied the plans. They asked us to modify the device and add additional circuitry so that it could transmit a modulated light beam and stated that on October 17, 1954, George Hunt (Rick) Williamson would be returning to Detroit to present another lecture. They asked if we would tape record his entire lecture and then transmit it to them by the light beam unit the evening of the next day. It seemed like a strange request.

We got hold of Williamson. Sure enough, he was coming back to Detroit and was scheduled to give a lecture on October l7th. We told him what the space friends had requested. He got a bit excited. On that night we taped his lecture. Following the instructions we had been given we were to transmit the tape of Williamson’s lecture, by the light beam unit, at 9:00 p.m. the following evening. We were to aim the beam in the direction of the North Star. The next evening, we were in a friend’s living room with a big picture window and had the equipment set up there. We had a sighting device on the top of the unit and aimed it at the North Star. We then transmitted the taped lecture.

Now it was time to receive their response to our transmission. We thought this was going to be good. The opening to our receiving unit was a piece of ½ inch diameter conduit, five inches long. A beam of light, from them, would have to be precisely aligned to enter that ½ inch tube and reach the photocell. We figured this was going to be a neat trick as they had to be directly in line with our unit for us to receive their transmission.

We placed the unit in the “receive” mode and we got a loud hum on the tape recorder. We suddenly realized that we had a problem in our unit. No message could possibly come through. Out came the soldering irons and screwdrivers and we dismantled the unit and checked it. A half hour later we found a poor connection, repaired it and everything was fine. We said, “Well, we missed the boat.” Our space friends had our schedule set up for 9:00 p.m. and they were going to answer the minute we finished transmitting.

But we thought – what the heck. We did not line the unit back up with the North Star. We just aimed it out over the treetops and said, “Well, friends, if you can read our minds you know where the thing is pointing.” Here we were, ten or fifteen people crowded into this front room, the lights turned down low so there wouldn’t be any reflections on the window glass, so this little unit could see if there was anything out there. Within five minutes the most astounding thing happened, and pandemonium broke out in the front room.

A glowing UFO came down to treetop height, jockeyed back and forth and lined itself up beautifully with our little unit. It hovered just over the treetops, and then did the next most impossible thing, electronically, we could think of; it modulated the glowing force field around the craft at an audio rate, and sent us a message. We could tell. The little neon lights that were the record volume indicator lights on our old Pentron tape recorder started blinking. We knew we were getting something.

As I said, pandemonium broke loose in the room. People went tearing out of the room to get outdoors to get a better look at the object. A beautiful floor lamp was smashed as someone tripped over the cord. It was dark in the room and people were running into each other, all trying to get outside at once. I think I ended up being the only one there watching the tape recorder.

After calm returned and the message was completed, the UFO took off – it left. It was the greatest thing that had ever happened to us. We rewound the tape, played it back and sure enough there was a message in voice. Very briefly, the message said that they had approved of Williamson’s lecture, gave him a little compliment; and second, they offered a few suggestions. Then they said, “We would suggest that you call Mr. George Adamski, because within seven days Mount Palomar is going to be shaken.” They also mentioned the San Andreas Fault. At that time, none of us knew anything about the San Andreas Fault.

We put through a long distance call to George Adamski; Rick Williamson had his phone number. Rick said he lived at the base of Mt. Palomar in a little town called Palomar Gardens. We couldn’t get through to Adamski that night. So we thought well, George, whatever’s going to happen, you’ll have to weather the storm.

Seven days later in the Detroit papers, there was a little article mentioning that there had been a mild earthquake at Mt. Palomar, registering such-and-such on the Richter scale. That was all the verification we needed. Williamson was excited and we were excited.

Several weeks later we received another radio message (unscheduled). You have to realize that we kept monitoring the short-wave radios continuously. This message was the most unusual one to date. It was received on Sunday (October 30, 1954) and I was working in the office of our television repair shop. My partner was out delivering some television sets, and the short-wave radio was at one end of our service bench.

About noon, shortly after lunch, a loud signal came from the radio. The message, in International Morse Code, went something like this: “We have need to speak with you. We would like you to drive out to the location where you normally receive our messages and be there as soon as possible. In addition, we would like you to leave a note for your friends to be at that same location at two o’clock in the morning, at which time we will transmit another radio message.”

The place they were referring to was out in the country away from Detroit, about halfway to the town of Ann Arbor and just off Highway US-23. The location they were referring to was an old abandoned cemetery about 200 yards off the highway and out of sight of the highway. The reason we had chosen this spot was two-fold. The first was that we needed a private location away from other people, and especially from the police. The police would have wondered what we were doing at the different odd hours that we’d be there waiting for a message. The second reason was that out in the countryside we were in a quiet radio location. We did not have the snap, crackle and pop of automobile and electrical interference in our short-wave radios, which make radio reception very difficult at high frequencies.

We had gone out to this area on numerous occasions, which, as I said, was about half-way to Ann Arbor, Michigan where nobody bothered us in this cemetery in the middle of the night. It was always pitch black out there at night and the sky was always beautiful. We often took our telescope along and would sit there and look at the stars and maybe hope to see a UFO. We would turn up the volume on our mobile short-wave radio so we could hear when the space friends started sending their message.

Well, anyway, this was the place they had requested that I go. My partner was using my car that day and the only vehicle present at the shop was our company truck; it was a panel truck. I felt a little guilty about using it for this trip, because normally we wouldn’t take our truck out to the country, as it had all types of television equipment, etc., in it. But no other vehicle was available at this time. I left a note for my partner, stating, “I had a message from the boys. Play the tape and hear it. They want you and the rest of the group to be out at the cemetery at two o’clock in the morning for another radio message.” I also let him know I had the truck.

I didn’t have very far to go, maybe fifteen or twenty miles, but with the Sunday afternoon traffic it took me about an hour to get there. I did not arrive at the cemetery until two o’clock in the afternoon. It was a really beautiful Sunday with a cloudless sky, the sun was shining and warm – just a gorgeous day, and everybody was out taking a Sunday drive in their cars.

I pulled the truck off the road into a little roadway that went into the cemetery, far enough so that it was not visible from the highway. The road dropped down into a little gully, so that the truck was out of sight from the highway. The highway was patrolled by the State Police, and I felt they might inquire about a business vehicle parked in a cemetery.

I got out of the truck and was standing there debating with myself, wondering what was going to happen. I had the radio in the truck turned on in case there were some additional instructions, but there was nothing but the usual static coming in on the radio.

I had been there maybe five minutes when something shiny, up in the sky, caught my eye. I glanced up. A large object was coming down like a bat out of —. Within three or four blinks of my eyes it was hovering over this little hill, right alongside me. The ship (UFO) descended so rapidly that it startled me. I have never seen anything in my life move as fast as it moved – from just a speck in the sky to a huge spaceship hovering over the top of the hill alongside me. There was no sound whatsoever, no displacement of air. You would have thought anything moving that fast through the air would break the sonic barrier or create a big whoosh from the air being pushed out of the way. But, it was absolutely silent. There were no humming sounds, nothing. Suddenly, it was just there.

It hovered, absolutely motionless. It didn’t rock or sway – it didn’t move at all. It looked like it was anchored over the top of the hill.

In evaluating the size of the craft (which I did afterward) I estimated that this particular spaceship was about 150 feet in diameter. Unlike some of the other saucer pictures that you see, particularly the Adamski type spaceships that have round things sticking out of the bottom, this one was absolutely flat on the bottom. There wasn’t anything sticking out of it. Its height was about 45 to 50 feet from the bottom to the very top. The outer perimeter of the ship was round.

I found out that the things that looked like they might be some sort of windows on the side, may have been windows, but later I could not confirm that impression. I don’t know what they were and for some reason I didn’t think to ask about them.

What looked like a bright light at the top of the ship was a half-round circle of what appeared to be some type of crystalline substance like glass. There was a detectable glow coming from it. (I found out later that this was where the force-field was exiting the ship. I imagine it radiated outward from other places around the ship and spread out around the rim when they were in movement. But, at the moment, it was just hovering and was glowing at that one particular point.)

A strange thing happened. I made the decision to get a closer look, so I walked up the side of the hill. As I got under the edge of the ship, I noticed that even with the light jacket I was wearing, and particularly on the backs of my hands, that the hair just stood up. I noticed a prickling sensation on my skin. I could associate this with being around a high voltage source of electricity; where you notice this thing occurring. Apparently, there was an electrical discharge in the air around the ship, because its power was still turned on while it was hovering. I wouldn’t have any estimate as to what the ship would have weighed, in terms of gross weight.

As I was standing there looking up at the ship, there was a slight noise and then a doorway opened on the bottom side of the outer rim of the ship. I was fascinated because it looked like it was a tongue-and-grooved type opening. Then a stairway descended from the opening. (I looked at the mechanics of it later and this stairway was not flexible, it was rigid. Somewhere there was a pivot point so it slanted down, came out a little way and then dropped down.)

The stairway came down to where it was hovering about a foot off the ground. It did not touch the ground.

A moment later a man appeared, dressed in what appeared to be a one-piece suit of coveralls or a brown jumpsuit. He was standing up at the top of the stairs and then he stepped down one step and waved to me. He motioned for me to come up, to come aboard.

I thought for perhaps a second, and then jumped on the first step and raced up the stairs. No sooner had I reached the top of the stairs when he motioned for me to step sideways, away from the stairway. We moved over a foot or two from the hatchway and stood there for a few moments watching the stairway retract and then tilt as it slid into a little compartment. The only thing I could ever think of, that came close to describing this, was a drawer sliding back into a filing cabinet. The stairway was on noiseless bearings or something, because it didn’t make any noise. Then the hatchway in the floor closed.

I noticed that we were standing in a circular corridor that apparently went all the way around the outer rim of the ship. Next to us was a hallway that led directly into the center of the ship.

This man in brown clothing did not say anything and I was busy watching everything going on.

The thing that caught my attention was the fact that everything there was metallic. There was no other material of any type. There were no decorations on the walls, nothing on the floor — no carpets or anything like that; it just looked like you had walked into a submarine or something similar. It was purely functional and immaculately clean. I looked at the floor and there were no scuff marks on it, nor did it look worn from any type of foot traffic.

No lights were detectable anywhere. There were no lights or lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling nor on the sides of the walls, and yet everything was well lit. It was just like outside in bright daylight, it was that brightly lit. It was impossible for me to detect where the light was coming from.

The thing that also amazed me was the fact that with him standing there beside me, there were no shadows, which showed that whatever the illumination was, it was very even.

We were standing in a hallway that seemed to curve around the outer rim of this ship. There was a hallway, opposite to where we were standing, which seemed to lead into the center of the ship. It looked like a long metal tunnel. It was about 45 feet long with a doorway at the far end that was closed. It was a very plain looking door.

Another thing that struck me was that there was no sound, none at all. The silence was getting a little embarrassing to me because I didn’t know whether I should say hello to this fellow or what. I decided I wouldn’t say anything. I would wait for him to make the first move.

All the metal that I saw had a satin finish on it. It was not highly polished, but had a dull satin shine.

After the stairway retracted and the door closed, he motioned to me again (he still hadn’t said anything) indicating that I was to follow him. He turned and walked down the length of the corridor toward the center of the ship, with me behind him. He came to the door at the end of the corridor and it slid sideways. (I did not notice him do anything to open the door. He made no movement whatsoever.) Naturally, I was quite startled.

He led me into a room that was apparently the main central room of the ship or the control section of the ship. (I found out later that all the area between the outer corridor and this inner room was compartmentalized). There were quarters and rooms in these sections, but I never was able to see what they were like. All the time I spent aboard this ship I remained in this one huge room that I estimated was 90 feet in diameter.

As I stood there facing into this room I noticed what appeared to be four large curving sections of equipment that seemed to encompass the entire circumference of the room’s walls.

These were in the form of a circle broken into four quadrants. This equipment appeared to be about five feet away from the wall so you could walk behind each section very easily.

There was a desk in the middle of the room and a man was seated there with his back to me. In the meantime, the fellow who had walked in with me, and who still hadn’t said anything, turned around and walked back out. The door opened and closed after him and I was left standing there, not knowing what to do.

The ceiling in this room was domed and curved, obviously following the outer contour of the ship. It was a very dark blue color at the top and gradually faded out to a lighter blue as it met the top of the walls. The walls were about eight to nine feet tall, and had a pink mother-of-pearl finish on them. This room was also well lit, but I could not detect where the light was coming from.

The man at the desk in the center of the room, approximately 20 feet away from me, was busy doing something. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there by the doorway looking at everything inside the room.

The lighting was perfectly normal; the temperature was normal or what I would consider to be a normal room temperature, there weren’t any drafts of any kind. The gravity seemed normal; I didn’t feel any change in my weight. There wasn’t any sensation of motion and yet I knew the ship could not stay where it was because it was in plain view of the highway, and that was a busy highway. I assumed they were busy moving the ship out of the area, moving it to another location.

About that time the man in the center of the room finally finished whatever it was he was doing. He stood up, turned around and walked toward me. He was smiling.

When he got very close to me, I saw his arm start to come up and I thought he was going to shake hands. Instead, he put his hand on my shoulder. He smiled again and that was the first time he spoke, and it was very simple and in perfect English. He said, “Come sit down. We have much to discuss.” It was just that simple.

He led me to an area in front of one of the curving banks of equipment. There were three chairs that had a rather strange design. The only thing I could compare them with would be a typist’s posture chair, but they were different in that they had gimble mounts on the sides.

He identified himself right away. He said, “I am Soltec.” (I remembered the name instantly because that was the name that had been on some of the radio messages we had received.)

He was wearing the same type of jumpsuit except that his was white. It was snowy white, and there was no insignia of any kind on his clothing. Whatever was holding his clothing closed was not visible. It looked very plain. This is what amazed me about everything I saw; its simplicity and plainness, almost spartan appearing. During our conversation I found out that no women were aboard this ship. There was this fellow Soltec and four other men; a total crew of five. These different individuals, who comprised the crew, came in and out of this room at different times and I was introduced to them. Each of them wore a different colored jumpsuit. The suits were brown, orange, green and a purple/violet color. I asked Soltec what this meant and he explained that it was just a way of designating what they did, their job on board the ship. There were no other indications of rank, insignia or anything.

I asked him what the white color of his clothing meant and he said it designated that he was, what we would call, an astrophysicist. The fellow in the brown suit was a flight engineer and a communications specialist. His name was Meck-tau. That name rang a bell. It had been the name on the plans for the light beam equipment we’d received in the mail.

The fellow in the orange suit was a geologist; the one in the green suit an ecologist; the one in the violet/purple suit was a cultural sociologist. These definitions were all equivalents of the work they performed, in our language.

I asked Soltec where he came from, what he was doing here; that type of thing. He explained that this crew were all members of the Universal Confederation. I asked him what that was. He explained it was an organization of inhabited worlds of MAN, then consisting of some 680 star systems. All the crew members on board this ship were from different areas of the Confederation. Soltec said he was from Alpha Centauri. (Of course that stunned me because I thought nothing could move faster than the speed of light, and I knew that Alpha Centauri was about 4-1/2 light years away.)

The one in the orange suit was introduced to me by the name of Boreal and he was from Altair, which was even further away.

The man in the green suit was Tomeck and he was from Uranus. The fellow in the purple/violet outfit was named Garold and he was from a star system called Dorado.

I found out that both Garold and Boreal were members of something called the Galactic Survey, a department of the Confederation. I had to have that explained to me as well.

This particular spaceship was named the Phoenix, and was usually based at a planet named Trantor. This was a Galactic Survey scientific ship and they were visiting the earth for scientific purposes.

Soltec explained that one of the things they were doing was measuring magnetic field anomalies at different places on planet earth. They were also checking cosmic radiation in this sector of space, which encompassed our entire Solar System and out beyond. In addition, they were surveying the planet Earth attempting to locate Earthlings who had the potential for telepathic communication.

This was not the only spaceship that was involved, at the time, in this type of work. Their survey work included the Moon as well as the Earth. They were interested in something on the moon as well.

I asked Soltec how long he had been doing this type of thing, because I was thinking back over all the prior flying saucer type information, clear back to Ezekiel in the Bible. He said that this particular task was a current mission, but that the Confederation had been studying and observing the earth for millions and millions of years.

I asked, “Besides the things you’ve mentioned, what caused the Universal Confederation to be interested in the planet Earth in the first place?”

He spoke then about the Earth’s uniqueness, how different the Earth was from other worlds. He mentioned that the Earth had intrigued them when the Confederation had first discovered our Solar System. The Galactic Survey had made a survey of all the planets in our Solar System and when they surveyed the Earth, they were amazed, because they had never found any planets like it anywhere. We were extremely important to them, in that sense. The thing that really threw them was the combativeness and competition between life forms on the planet, and what he described as the irrational conduct and behavior of these life forms.

I asked him if he meant just people? He said, “No, all the life forms that are present.”

He said another reason they were here was that the earth was approaching the end of a cosmic cycle; rather, our whole Solar System was approaching the end of a cosmic cycle and there was going to be a form of transition into a new state.

Much of what he was saying just didn’t make sense to me at the time. I was just listening to the man talk. I just listened and thought to myself that I would try and remember what he was saying.

I then asked him why they were trying to reach us and talk to the people of Earth.

He said they were primarily attempting to reach as many people as they could. They had instrumentation on board their ships that, as they flew around the planet, could pick up on individuals who had telepathic potential. The main reason they were here was to help raise the general level of awareness of all the life forms on the planet Earth.

He kept using this term ‘life forms’ and I kept thinking he meant people. It wasn’t until later that he pointed out to me that he meant all the life forms, not just people.

Soltec said the reason they were doing this was to help people pass through this transition into the new awareness state which Earth, as well as other planets in the Solar System, would shortly experience.

One of the results of all of this would be that because of this ‘ending of an era,’ there was going to be a meeting between the space people of the Confederation and the people of Earth. An effort was underway to bring this about without creating panic in human society.

I then asked the big question — why had they decided to meet with and talk with me? He said they had detected some telepathic ability in me and that others had also been contacted.

The only other people that I knew of then, who claimed to have been contacted or communicated with, were George Adamski, Rick Williamson and Dan Fry.

He said quite recently they had taken one of our people to New York and back in just a brief interval of time. Immediately I thought of Dan Fry and then Soltec hesitated in the middle of his sentence and said, “Yes, in a small, round craft, a remote-controlled craft.” He did not say he was confirming Dan Fry’s experience, but he did, because that is the way Dan Fry had told his story.

He said that besides talking to me they had talked to many other people; some political leaders of various nations around the world, scientists, etc., but the results had been very disappointing. Now there was a new effort underway (this was in 1954) to reach the people themselves, rather than the political leaders of various nations and members of the scientific community. Apparently, they had landed and talked to some of these people.

We then had a discussion regarding how long they had been observing us. He said they had been studying our world ever since it had first been discovered; and they discovered what a really strange place Earth was.

I asked him how far back that went. He said about two million of our years. Back then there were no human life forms on Earth, but there were animals and different types of vegetation. The thing that intrigued them was what he described as the crudeness and ferocity of the life forms toward each other; the struggle that was going on between them. They just could not understand this, even to this day. It presented them with a tremendous puzzle.

Soltec explained that the Galactic Survey was responsible for colonizing some of the planets in our Solar System millions of years ago, with the exception of Jupiter, which already had a highly developed race of people. They (the race on Jupiter) were contacted by the Confederation. But when it came to Earth they didn’t know what to do, so they decided they would proceed with a very limited colonization. They went back to the people on Jupiter, who at least were natives of this Solar System, and asked them about it. Apparently they were able to obtain some volunteers who were willing to undertake the risk, as they said, of putting an experimental colony on Earth.

Normally, when the Confederation colonizes a planet they bring in one million people or more at a time. So when they said that it turned out to be just one man and one woman for the Earth colony, you can see how cautious they were being.

So Jupiter supplied the volunteers. They were a man and a woman. They were brought to Earth and encouraged to have children, etc. Maybe that is the basis of the whole Adam and Eve story that we read about in the Bible. I asked him if they called themselves Jupiterians and he said no, they called themselves members of the Adamic Race.

Of course, the Galactic Survey hung around to observe all of what was going on, and the minute the first children were born they noticed that these offspring did not have the same mental abilities as those possessed by their parents. The new-born on other worlds usually have a complete recall of their prior lives. The children of Earth had no such recall or any of the other abilities present in children on other worlds. And, whereas the parents could engage in telepathy for normal communication between themselves, the children couldn’t. There were so many things that the children couldn’t do that they thought they had two malformed children. The children reacted very strangely to their parents and with each other. This puzzled everyone.

A while later they brought more volunteers and the same thing happened when they had children. Then they knew that it had to be something in the environment that was causing this. They had been cautious in the first place because they had noticed this animosity, combativeness and competition between all the other life forms on this planet. Suddenly, the offspring of their people were exhibiting the same characteristics. They were very troubled over this whole situation.

As a result of all this, they quarantined the planet Earth for an extended time. They would allow no further colonization of this planet and they discouraged others of the Confederation from coming here.

Excerpt from Star Wards: Welcome Home Earthman

See Part II here.