Once, when I was talking on the phone with a fellow ufologist, our conversation was interrupted by a "metallic" voice repeating: "Ho-ho, UFO!"
Oddly enough, my buddies also began to suffer from unusual telephone anomalies. For example, one of the retired naval officers with an interest in the mystery once asked me to no longer discuss UFO-related issues over the phone. He found that his personal telephone line at home and at work was “used” by some unknown persons. Twice, when I was talking to him, suddenly a voice was heard, which, after muttering a few words, then apologized. The sailor's wife categorically forbade me to talk about UFOs in her presence, because she had nightmares.
In another city, a businessman who helped me a lot in researching the phenomenon told me how one day he was expecting my arrival. Having picked up the receiver of his phone, he was going to call somewhere, and then he heard the following excerpt of conversation in the receiver: - Well, has he already arrived in the city?
- Not yet.
- What motel is he staying at?
- In… (the motel in which I booked the room was correctly named). Do not worry. Everything is prepared.
At that moment, a friend of mine intervened in the conversation, asking who the hell was using his personal line. This was followed by silence, then something clicked, and there were steady beeps in the receiver, indicating that the line was free.
It can, of course, be argued that all of the above is just a series of rather unusual coincidences. But the next case cannot be easily explained.
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One of my friends was planning to go on a trip around the world, stopping in Vietnam, where he was planning to visit his son, who served there in the army. Before starting his journey, he visited England. As he walked alongside a railway station in London, he noticed three men gazing at him, all dressed in black.
Noticing that my friend, in turn, looked at them, they approached and asked which train could be used to get to such and such a city. My friend calmly said that he was a tourist and that it would be better to ask about the train at the information desk, which was a few meters away.
My friend turned and walked away from the three.
Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed that they were still looking after him, ignoring the information desk. Suddenly worried, my friend took a taxi and drove to his hotel. Entering the room, he felt something unusual on the back of his head and looked out the window. At the corner of the street these three stood and looked at his windows. Puzzled, he tried to get the incident out of his head. One day or two later, one of the three approached him and said, “You are a friend of Brad Steiger. Tell him we'll visit him by Christmas. My friend knew only a little about the troubles associated with UFOs, and, nevertheless, he returned to the room and wrote me a letter in which he gave the above details.
Soon after, I visited another friend of mine who lived in another city and told him about this unusual incident. “You know what,” he grumbled over lunch, “if these monkeys come to visit you on Christmas, send them to me. I dream that one of these types will fall into my hands. I’ll solve this riddle of the people in black that you’re telling me about!”
I laughed and advised him to be careful, or perhaps his wish will come true.
Less than a few minutes after my return home, the phone rang and Marilyn said that Jim was asking for Me. I thought I left something at his work. And indeed - left …
Jim said that as soon as I went home, he was told that a man wanted to see him.
The secretary let into the office a man of average height. However, according to a friend of mine, this man was the thinnest he had ever seen, “He looked like a corpse,” Jim told me. - Just like in the photographs of the concentration camp prisoners during the Second World War. However, he seemed cheerful enough and so absorbed in his work that he did not pay attention to my outstretched hand for greeting. Moreover, when I persistently tried to shake his hand, he refused to touch me. "I heard," he said quickly, "that you want to be the UFO chief in Iowa." At these words, he took out his wallet, opened it and then slammed it shut so that I could not see any identity document. I can't even remember what he said to me - they were all some meaningless things. Soon he was goneand I was left sitting in disbelief.
Hearing his car's engine start, I jumped to my feet, rushed to the window and wrote down the number plate. And I could see the car well, but I can't say what brand it was. It looked like a hybrid of three or four brands and models, but it was not like any other car I've ever seen. And there is something wrong with the license plate: the highway patrol said that such a number was not registered in Iowa. And one of my friends (he works in another sector of the state government) told me that such a license plate is not used by any government employee."
Steve Yankey, who pushed me to investigate the Allende-Jessup case described in the previous chapter, also encountered unknown visitors in September 1966. Ya.nki was working the night shift at a paper mill in northern Michigan when two dark-faced men, dressed all in black, visited him.
“The first thing that came to my mind,” Steve told me, “was the unusual time of the visit - 3 am, and also the rather unusual appearance of the strangers.
One of them, calling me Mr. Yankee, asked what my role was in the Allende-Jessup case. I rather cautiously presented the essence of the case, stating that, without collecting essential information, I considered the case closed for myself, and proceeded to investigate other, earlier cases known to me.
It was evident that this couple was satisfied with my answer, they suddenly turned and left the room.
By this point, I had a suspicion of who they were (or rather, who they were not). I jumped out of the chair and ran after them - some 20 seconds after they left.
Opening the door, I paused and looked down the corridor. They 'had only one way - but they were nowhere to be seen. They disappeared. I walked forward slowly. About three meters from the door, I experienced a strange sensation - a sensation of some kind of diffused energy, something similar to the sensation that you experience when you are in a powerful magnetic field. I checked this place every few minutes and noticed that the field gradually loses its intensity, and after half an hour it disappeared completely.
I spoke with fellow workers who were in and around the building - but they did not see anyone. An interview with the plant's security reinforced my confidence - that night, no outsiders were seen on its territory.
And here the mistrustful reader can also chuckle. Again, I am not going to convince everyone that all the messages in this chapter really took place. The point is that, perhaps, in your reality, they did not happen. And, God knows, I do not wish for anyone the reality where these three schemers and their company of fear live.
While I was not as deeply involved in the SLE as some of my colleagues in UFO studies, I found myself on the periphery of the maelstrom of their mind-blowing and nightmarish games. Only from time to time. time I got into the arena where the competition was played. In particular, I had to endure the foul-smelling attacks of some invisible creature who did not care about personal hygiene at all. These smells are related to poltergeist activity in my office.
But then I came across two clues, which, perhaps, will help to guess the riddle, who are these people in black!
The first key. I was sitting in my office that evening, bent over a typewriter. Suddenly heavy footsteps were heard on the landing. Quickly looking out there, I made sure that no one was there.
My favorite painting by Edgar Allan Poe fell to the floor. I felt irritated. I had to work hard to prepare an article for the journal by the deadline.
I didn't have time for games.
Papers rustled beside me. One leaf rose into the air.
All this bothered me. Looking up from the typewriter, looking up indignantly, I shouted furiously?
"Stop it, damn it!"
Everything stopped. I literally heard silence. It felt like walking into a noisy, overcrowded room, when everyone suddenly stops talking. Even the air seemed less filled and less depressing.
I went back to my work, not paying attention to anything else.
Any form of reason - however high and however low it may be - wants to be recognized. No one so quickly silences an intelligent creature as ignoring it.
But I didn’t ignore him. Rather, I was in control of this poltergeist-like force. I refused to follow his construction of reality, and, apparently, this happened due to my changed attitude - the transition from passive fear to rage.
In the weeks that followed, I thought about those less fortunate victims of the poltergeist and the MIB. They simply succumbed to this "game", refusing to consider themselves equal to their otherworldly rivals. The cessation of strange activity in my office was so sudden, as if some lesson had been interrupted. Perhaps some mind had been trying to teach me something all this time - and, satisfied that I had learned this, leaving me, passed on to another student? If so, what was the lesson? What did I do right?
Later, a friend of mine drew my attention to a book that I had read a few years ago, but forgot.
In 1852, Charles McKay published his second edition of Unusual Common Misconceptions and Crowd Madness. He took delight in tracing various cases of human stupidity - and viewed witches, fortunetellers, alchemy, ghosts, and animal magnetism as examples of unbridled fantasy that only such a stupid creature as man can believe.
Of course, one can argue whether these phenomena are completely illusory, but the value of McKay's book lies precisely in the fact that he is such a skeptic to the core. In his efforts to crush, for example, alchemy, he writes about it in the smallest detail. In fact, it is much more detailed than many subsequent authors who set out to prove that alchemy is true. McKay not only wrote and preserved information that even today's most active supporters of the occult are not aware of, but his absolute skepticism does not allow any other skeptic to accuse him of overly lenient questions of orthodox dispute.
My friend read the previous chapters of this book of mine, describing the "extraterrestrial inventors" and was familiar with the problem of the MIS … Therefore, when in the section "Alchemy" McKay he came across the following lines, a fire siren sounded in his head:
“Helvetius, the grandfather of the famous philosopher, claims that in The Hague in 1666 he saw how ordinary metal was turned into gold by some unknown person. He reports that one day a man entered his office … dressed as a respectable North Dutch burgher, outwardly very simple and modest, and said that he had come to dispel his doubts about the philosopher's stone.
The burgher immediately took a small chest out of an ivory pocket, in which there were three pieces of metal, the color of native sulfur and very heavy, and told Helvetius that he could make up to 20 tons of gold out of them. Helvetius informs us that he very carefully examined these pieces of metal and saw that they were very fragile, scraped off a particle of metal with his thumbnail. Returning the metal to the stranger, he demanded that the transformation process take place before his eyes. The stranger replied that he was not allowed to do this and left.
After his departure, Helvetius took out a melting crucible, a little lead, and when the lead melted, he threw the stolen particle of the philosopher's stone into it. However, he was disappointed - the particle completely evaporated, and the lead remained in the same state.
A few weeks later, when he had almost forgotten about the incident, he was again visited by the same stranger.
Helvetius again demanded that he explain the process that would effect the transmutation of lead.
In the end, the stranger agreed and said that a grain of the Philosopher's Stone was enough for transmutation. However, before throwing this grain into the molten metal, it must be enclosed in a wax ball, otherwise the exceptional volatility of the stone will simply lead to its evaporation. They conducted an experiment which, to their delight, was successful. Helvetius then conducted an experiment on his own and turned 6 ounces of lead into very pure gold.
Rumors of this event spread throughout The Hague and Helvetius again conducted an experiment in the presence of the Prince of Orange. Then he carried out the transmutation several more times - until he ran out of the philosopher's stone powder received from a stranger - which never appeared again and did not give his name or title."
Where else have we heard something similar?
Sounds like a story about a powder that turns tap water into gasoline, doesn't it? Sometimes the powder runs out. A person who knows his formula also disappears, or, as McKay writes about it, "these self-styled philosophers will certainly disappear after the first or second experiment."
It is of some concern that this Game has been in progress for over 300 years. But even more curious is how the "respectable burgher in North Holland" dressed in the 12th century. Take a look at the Hals canvases - and you will see that these Amsterdam citizens, especially the "simplest and most modest" ones, are dressed in black!
Over the centuries, over and over again, someone came to us and showed that various "impossible" inventions are possible …
Is it possible that the MIB are like these strangers, and they come to us to teach us that it is possible, purely by an effort of will, to fight various ailments, to control otherworldly forces? Of course, they threaten - but when they encounter a decisive rebuff or, in my case, demonstrative disregard, they just retreat. You might think that they deliberately bully us, use childish, annoying methods so that we rebel, stand up and take responsibility for our lives in our own hands. Is this not the essence of their "lesson", if only this is a lesson?
Perhaps some readers know that the goal of true alchemists was to transmute themselves into a higher spiritual state, and the ultimate goal of higher alchemy was to merge man with "divine energy." Actions with substances, with matter were of secondary importance.
It seems that a similar theory was confirmed one very interesting evening I spent not so long ago on a farm in Iowa. We were reminded of the strange and exciting days of MIB activity. The family in which I was staying experienced the whole gamut of this activity - and also learned to break out of this dizzying dance of death.
It seems that UFOs have become a part of everyday life in this family - after a few years ago, one of the male members of the family became a "channel" for some creature, claiming to be from another world. This invisible being was in a telepathic connection with the family, as they were "chosen before birth" to help in "His" work and to shield the Earth from another group of intelligent beings who seek to enslave humanity.
This creature guided family members in carrying out various "assignments" aimed at saving the Earth and serving this good being and others like him. But this creature always warned that an enemy was nearby with his people in black, who was looking for those whom he could devour.
The family, who became "flying saucers" missionaries, saw mysterious passengers boarding the plane and disappearing in flight. Cars appeared out of nowhere and made it difficult for them to drive.
Someone claiming to be from the state education department came to school and talked to one of the girls in the family for over an hour. He only asked questions about whether she could find the spy. When the adult members of that family decided to check who this person was and contacted the school administration, they were told that no one had heard of this person or any such department in the state education system.
The girl with whom the stranger talked also became a "channel" for this contacted being (the very patron of the family. - Ed.) And soon several family members began to use the method of automatic writing (writing messages by hand without mental conscious effort. - Approx. Transl.).
UFOs flew low over them at night. Strange lights danced in the fields. The invisible men grabbed keys from their seats and threw them around the room, frightening the children.
Invisible hands raised a mattress on which a couple of people slept, and under which lay "secret papers" dictated by the main contacting being.
They stopped working on the farm. Their life turned into some kind of nightmare, when every stranger was suspected, every night sound seemed a sign of danger, every unusual coincidence was regarded as some kind of terrible and weighty symbol.
Finally, they realized that they were being deceived, that they were involved in some other people's game - and this pushed them to action, And together they said something like “Stop it, damn it!”, And their life again acquired meaning.
I heard about the theory that if you are invaded by outsiders, and you start baptizing and reading prayers, then by doing so you block the brain frequency on which these creatures are trying to establish contact with you and take control over you.
It may well be that the insistent and confident demand: "Stop!" has the same frequency-suppressing effect that allows the percipient to regain control of their brain.
Interestingly, this family of farmers, with whom I shared my impressions of the MIB, is still connected to the very being who used to often send them to do various stupid tasks. “But now the control is ours,” one young man who is the “channel” told me. "We told him to compensate for the financial losses that we squandered, and recent years have been very successful for us." They have become one of the most prosperous farm in the state.
“I don’t regret those times and I don’t hold a grudge against 'him' for making us do all those stupid things,” the woman - the head of the family told me. - All these things have brought us together. Maybe for the first time we acted as one family, and we still continue to do so.”
When I think of the days of the "Men in Black", I invariably think of a mythological figure common to all cultures and commonly known to ethnologists as the Deceiver (Trickster). The deceiver usually plays tricks on people, but at the same time often teaches them.
Most cultures view the Trickster as the primordial creature that appeared in the world shortly after the creation of the world. Many American Indian tribes call this Deceiver figure "The Old Man", as they considered him a being without age as old as Time itself.
Usually, the Trickster is considered a supernatural being who can change his appearance at will.
Despite the fact that he is inherently very cunning, he often behaves very stupidly, in a childish way, and in the end he himself is deceived. The deceiver lies, deceives, and steals without any remorse. Often he appears as the embodiment of truly animal immorality. Often the Deceiver is credited with the responsibility for bringing Death and Pain into the world. But in some legends, as a result of this, his own son dies first.
Due to the fact that they brought death into the world, as well as because of their immoral attributes, the Trickster is often identified with the devil or considered the embodiment of evil. Carl Jung viewed the Trickster as a mythological dark figure serving as a reverse reflection of a saint or angel. The Animal Deceiver is also a dark, devilish opponent of the light creative mind and the counterweight without which mental equilibrium cannot be achieved. Of course, it looks like a poltergeist or a MEL.
Yet most cultures do not conceive of the Trickster as the devil. Often he is considered as one of the Gods, who held a high position, but was thrown from the heights of the divine. Usually he is credited with giving fire to humanity (in the legend of Prometheus, he pays for this priceless gift to Homo sapiens with pain inflicted on him from outside).
In an article on the Deceiver, Douglas Hill writes in Man, Peace, and Magic that many of his roles mix and blend. The trickster is a cosmic belief: he is a psychic catharsis on a deep and vital level; he is a hero whose evolution reflects, perhaps, the evolution of humanity towards higher consciousness and social maturation. And, embodying these qualities, he is immortal - not an exhibit of an ethnological museum, but alive and prosperous today, as in the distant past."
If we ourselves want to play the Game of Reality, then we must concentrate on the positive aspect of the Trickster - or poltergeist, ufonaut, MHF.
And we can start the Game immediately! Of course, fire existed even before Prometheus brought it to people.
He just offered us the knowledge of fire. In the same way, I believe, the forces of telekinesis, teleportation, etc. already live in us. And the Deceivers are simply trying to convey to us the knowledge or awareness of these forces. This may sound like an overly bold statement … until you read the next chapter, where we meet our fellow citizens who find themselves playing the Game of Reality without any prior training.
Brad Steiger - "The Mysteries of Space and Time"