Subject: The Long John Nebel Story. Sept. 18, 2007.
There once was a all night long radio show called the "Long John
Nebel Show. It was a lot like the "Herb Jepko Show" out of
Salt Lake City, Utah and also like the Coast To Coast Radio Show.
Here is some of his explanations of people he had talked to about
their experiences with different types of space people.
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Subject: The LONG JOHN NEBEL Show
C-NTACTEES I HAVE KNOWN
By LONG JOHN NEBEL As Told to Lloyd M-lian
Space visitors make Earthly contact with only a select few, and
here the famous radio personality discusses a few of their
experiences (of the co-tactees, that is, not the Space Visitors).
Source: TRUE Report on Flying Saucers, Page 44, Vol. 2, 1968
The name "Long John Nebel" is a household word in millions of
American homes. His all-night radio talk show on WNBC reaches out
far beyond the confines of New York City to 35 states. On the N-C
national network he is heard across the nation. He has avid
supporters - and equally avid dissenters. Nobody can be indifferent
to Long John Nebel, which is the key to his huge success. He is
undoubtedly the dean of radio discussion-panel moderators. His
subjects range from surgery and law to psychology and Flying
Saucers.
An affirmation of his broadcasting magnetism was an award
presented to him recently by TV Radio Mirror magazine. The Long
John Nebel Show was voted the "outstanding program in its
broadcasting area."
A man with an incisive tongue and broad erudition, John
Nebel is six feet four inches tall - which is why he became
known as "Long John." He is certainly one of this nation's
foremost authorities on the lore of Flying Saucers.
Sam Vandivert photos of G. Adamski, H. Menger, G. Van Tassel,
A. Sinatra, etc,
http://www.mimufon.org/1960%20articles/ContacteesIHaveKnown.htm
I've had so many people on the air telling me wild stories
about how they have been contacted by the crews of Flying
Saucers that I want to preface this article by saying: " I
don't buy any of it."
However, my personal opinion about Saucers, or UFOs, as they
are now more accurately called, changes from day to day. Some
days I think that there must be something to them. Other days
I am sure they are figments of the observer's imagination. I
must say that I do feel there is something up there in the
air. But whether that something may be pieces of paper tossed
by the wind, weather balloons, meteors, the planet Venus or
simple hallucinations I cannot truthfully say. Yet some of the
strange phenomena that have been reported as seen in the sky
certainly makes me wonder.
So let's look at some of the cases that have been described to
me by the people who claim to have been contacted by
extraterrestrial beings from Flying Saucers - and make up your
own mind about their validity.
Who opened the era of con-actees? I am going to let these men
tell you in their own words - as I tape-recorded them during
personal interviews. The first important contactee was Dan Fry.
His initial experience took place on the Fourth of July back in
the year of 1950 at the U.S. A-my's rocket test range, then called
the White Sands Proving Ground, near Las Cruces, New Mexico. Here
is Dan:
"I was sent to the White Sands Proving Ground to set up
instrumentation for the testing of some very large rocket motors.
On this particular holiday, the air conditioning system
unfortunately broke down and the building I was working in became
very hot. Figuring that it was cooler outside than inside, I
decided to go out and take a hike to breathe the cooler desert
air. And I'd gone about half to three-quarters of a mile when I
judged an object was coming toward me from over the peaks of the
Organ Mountains.
"I couldn't determine much about it when I first saw it -
because it was after sundown and the moon hadn't come up yet.
I merely decided that there was something there - something
that was destroying the light from the stars.
As I continued to watch it, it grew in size and eventually
landed about 70 feet from where I was standing.
"It was completely silent in operation. And I heard no jet
streams, no propellers. There was no outward evidence of who
were the persons or the forces that controlled it. This was
extremely startling to me, because I had been for some years
engaged in the rocket and aircraft industries and I thought
I was at least reasonably familiar with all types of airplane
that we are producing in our country to be used at the time.
And this craft of course bore not the least resemblance to any
one of our objects. It was coming down too slowly to have
been supported by even the most efficient sort of air-frame.
Whoever had built it had solved some problems of which our
best physicists had only commenced to dream at that time.
"I almost became convinced that it was - and must be - an
aircraft from some place other than this Earth.
"Understandably enough, I became considerably perturbed -
not to say frightened out of my wits. Well, not quite out of
my wits - because I didn't break into a run or anything. I
remained frozen to the spot. Instead of telling you that
this was canny thinking on my part, that I didn't want to
attract attention to myself by breaking into a run - the actual
truth of the matter is that I was scared stiff. I couldn't
move.
"I saw it come in and touch down about seventy feet from
where I was standing. I heard a very definite crackling of
the brush as it settled. And this of course removed the last
possibility that it was in fact a lighter-than-air craft. The
object was an oblate spheroid, a sphere that is considerably
flattened at the top and bottom. It was about thirty feet in
diameter at the widest point and about sixteen feet in height.
On the ground it had a silvery color.
"After observing it for some time and not knowing whether to
approach it or get out of there, I found myself approaching,
a step at a time, very cautiously. I walked up to within a
step or two of it and then made a circle about to see if I
could see any doors, windows, or openings of any sort. I didn't
see any. It was just a smooth, unbroken sphere, or spheroid."
In other words, Dan Fry was the first man actually to have
physical contact with a Flying Saucer - as far as the White
Sands Desert was concerned. Mr. Fry claimed that the Saucer
crew took him aboard and gave him a spin through space before
returning him to Earth.
On Sunday, July 7th, 1952, one Truman Bethurum, a truck
driver, claimed to have been contacted by a Saucer some three
hundred feet in diameter. At the time he lived in Prescott,
Arizona. He told me that he had been driving a truck across the
desert out of Mormon Mesa, when he fell asleep at the wheel.
He ran off the road and the jolt woke him up. As he opened
his eyes he saw this polished silver metal object a hundred
yards in diameter and six yards high. Around it were a number
of little men and a gorgeous woman. "She was a real swinging
chick," Truman Bethurum told me. "I left the truck to join
this crowd of extraterrestrial people. The girl was captain
of the ship and she spoke to me in English. She said that
she and her crew came from beyond the moon, from a planet
called 'Clarion.' Her name was Aura Rhanes. The space ship
was just hanging there, about three feet above the ground."
So went the story of Truck Driver Truman Bethurum.
Then on November 20th of that same year, the late Amateur
Astronomer George A-amski saw a Saucer land and he met the
pilot, a Venusian. Here's how George described that meeting
to me:
"A man was up there and waving to me, so I come up to this
fellow and he had a funny suit on him, sort of a ski-type
suit. And I thought it was one-piece. Well, later I learned
it was two-piece. He was a man of about
five-foot-seven-to-eight inches. And I would say he weighed
about 135 pounds. He had quite delicate hands with tapered
fingers and beautiful, very sharp eyes.
Looked like they looked right through you. Sometimes you
couldn't hardly tell what he was really - a man or a woman.
"His long hair was waving while it rested on his shoulders.
He had a kind of half away smile. He put his hand out to shake
mine and it was a palm-to-palm contact that away - and he
smiled. He started telling me things and I couldn't understand.
And finally I got an idea: I wanted to know where he's from.
"I pointed to the sun and I made one orbit with my hand,
called it planet Mercury, named it that way. Then I made two
orbits, called it Venus. And then three orbits and pointed to
myself on Earth. And then I said: `Where are you from'?' He
got the idea. He finally pointed to the sun and he made one
orbit. He didn't say anything. He made a second orbit and he
pointed to himself and to that orbit. Then, that meant Venus.
That's how I knew he was Venusian."
But he couldn't talk with you? I asked George.
Adamski nodded. "He could talk. He was testing my ability
to receive impressions, he told me later. So he could
understand everything I said except I didn't understand."
When you say impressions, I asked George again, are you
referring to t-lepathic impressions?
"That is correct," George told me. "All information we
received silently.
George, you seem to be a little bit doubtful of his s-x.
Did he tell you he was a man?
"He did. But even then I was a little bit doubtful. But
you know, when Nature calls them, Nature calls them that
way, same as us."
I laughed. So that's how you found out he was a man!
Part 1.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: The Long John Nebel Story. Part 2. Sept. 18, 2007.
This talks about a very good tasting drink.
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George continued: "While we were standing there talking, trying to get
some understanding between us, I saw a flash of lights go out. And I
wondered
where that came from and just like a mirror would reflect light, you know.
And I looked around fast and that's when I spotted the ship amd that same
ship that I photographed and that he was hiding in this little cove. And I
pointed to him and I said, `That your ship?' That's what I said. He nodded
his head and we walked all of 75 to maybe 90 feet from where we stood, to
this place, and that's where he finally told me to stay away from the ship,
not to get too close to it because it's on fire.
"There was somebody else in it. You could see this, you know, a shadow,
somebody else in it. But talking I forgot all about it, his warning, you
know, and I somehow pushed over and this arm got caught under the flange
and the magnetic force, or whatever you want to call it, pulled the arm
up suddenly and slammed it back down. And even now, unaware, sometimes
this arm goes limp.
"He finally went in the ship. He went up this hill, see, and went up
on a flange in a door in there - and he went in there and away she took
off toward her Mother Ship. Later I've learned how they get in and out
of their spacecraft. They have hatches at the bottom, or they come out
through the side where certain openings are which appeared to be
port-holes. They come right out the side or out of the bottom. They
usually return on the top, like a flat top, like a carrier, and then
slide in down a chute."
So much for George Ada-ski. The second of the famous Flying Saucer
Georges is George Van Tassel. This George Number Two was first brought
to my attention about the first week of October in 1956 by Virginia
B-lmont, of the Be-mont Bird and Kennel Shop in the RC- Building at
Rockefeller Center. She told me that Mrs. Roosevelt was giving a
cocktail party for this Van Tassel person and she inquired if I would
be interested in interviewing him on my show, which was then being
broadcast from Carteret, New Jersey, by W-R. I said, yes, I would be
interested. So George Van Tassel came out to my studio that night and
told me a wild story - at least I thought it was wild. But you be the
judge. Here's what he told me:
"This occurred on August 24th of 1953 at approximately 2 o'clock in
the morning. The wife and I were sleeping out in the open in the desert
because of the heat in August. I woke up and looked around and there
was a man standing there at the foot of the bed. I said: `What do you
want?' He smiled at me and said: `My name is Solganda and I would be
pleased to show you our craft.'
"After I said, `what do you want?,' I never uttered another word
during the whole course of this contact. Every time I thought of
something to ask, he was answering me before I got the first sentence
out, the first word."
I should mention here that George Van Tassel is the owner of a small
desert airfield and lives with his wife in the Mojave Desert of
California at a place called Giant Rock - which gets its name from a
rock that is about four stories in height. Today it is the site of
annual Flying Saucer conventions, mainly because of George's professed
experience there as a c-ntactee. But I was curious about the way this
creature from another world could anticipate questions before they were
even asked. In what manner did he answer you? I queried George, who
told me that the answers came in spoken English.
"The only English I can compare to his speech," said George, "was
that of Ronald Colman - who I think spoke the English language as near
perfectly as anybody ever did."
As an aside, it appeared to me that George Van Tassel was trying
his best to speak also in the cultivated tones of Ronald Colman.
But let's allow George to have the floor again:
"I tried to waken the wife and she seemed to be under some spell.
So I got out of bed and walked with him down to the ship, 100 yards
away. It was a bell-shaped type of craft, with portholes up near the
top, and was roughly 36 feet in diameter at the rim and 19 feet
high on the outside and inside was circular with a cage in the middle
through which a shaft went up into the dome from a rotor in under
the deck.
"As I approached this ship with this man, I became very nauseated.
And this feeling became greater as I got closer to the ship. However,
after I passed underneath the ship and stepped on this spot on the
ground which had turned a butter-color, almost, I started to rise
up into the bottom of the ship. This man followed me on an
anti-gravity beam.
"I stepped inside. And as he walked along this wall, he appeared
to snap his thumb. And I don't know whether it was a sound that he
made, but seats came out of the wall and curved into a lounge. And
he did the same thing on the top part of the shelf. And four doors
opened with instruments mounted on the bottom of the doors and in
this open position the instruments were placed before the port-holes.
"And we passed behind the three men who were on the ship, who
never got off. The center man was apparently controlling the ship
and the other two were standing beside him. And after we passed
the crew, he again flicked his thumb up on the higher wall and a
door slid open - and in this compartment were a number of their
uniforms, which appeared to be very similar, at least the blouse
appeared to be very similar, to our sweatshirts. They were of a
very close-knit material and so were the pants, which would be
only snug around the ankles. He explained that this compartment
cleaned and deodorized their clothing by a density-of-light
process. I thought to ask him if all their people were the same
height - and before I could get the first word out of my mouth,
he answered me."
At this point I interrupted Mr. Van Tassel. Do you think that
was a coincidence? I asked. Or do you think he was reading your
mind?
George was emphatic: "Well, I know he was reading my mind." But
you did not receive his statements te-epathically?
"No. He spoke in the finest English I've ever heard. And then
without any further information on the clothing, he walked to a
hole in the deck. He just jumped down and remarked, `Stoop, so
you don't hit your head.' In the center of this catwalk was a
big rotor turning. And on the outside of the catwalk was another
rotor turning in the opposite direction. Well, I could see where
these two rotors were apparently geared together underneath the
catwalk in order to coordinate their speeds and counteract the
torque so the ship itself wouldn't spin. And this was apparently
figured out so that the mass of both were the same - and
therefore there would be no torque relative to the structure.
"This reminded me. . . I mean, I got the thought at the time
of Ezekiel's wheels within wheels. Because you couldn't describe
a planetary gear system any better than by saying wheels within
wheels, or gears within gears.
"He stepped by me and climbed up through the hole and I
followed him. And then he walked over to the entry port and he
just stepped into that hole like there was something there to
hold him. Well, when I got to the edge of the hole and looked
down at the ground - which was about, I'd say, fourteen feet
down - I figured I was going to have to light with the normal
impact of a jump from that height. So I squatted down on the
edge of the hole and then just dropped in a squat position, ready
to take the shock when I hit the ground - which would be normal
to anybody that wasn't used to this antigravity beam.
"And then he walked back to bed with me and he said they
would return. And he walked back to the ship and apparently
got aboard. The ship took off on about a fifteen-degree climb
and in about seven seconds, it just faded out in the distance."
I reminded George Van Tassel: that was three years ago and you
mentioned that Solganda said he would be back to see you again.
Has he ever contacted you since that time?
George's answer was elegantly simple: "No."
From my viewpoint the most completely amazing and exciting
Flying Saucer tales are told by the charming Orfeo Angelucci.
Mr. Angelucci claims that his original sighting occured even
before Saucers were made popular in 1947 by Kenneth Arnold.
His first sighting took place back in 1946. But his first
actual contact with Space People didn't happen until 1952. The
wildest and most beautiful of all the stories told to me about
the Flying Saucer phenomenon is the one recounted by Orfeo
Angelucci. Nothing compares with it for pure, lovely imagination.
Here it is in Orfeo's own words:
"I entered the door and at the table nearest the door was a
very, very handsome man. And as I approached, he said:
`Greetings, Orfeo. Sit down.' And I said: `You have a third
glass here. Is someone with you?' He looked at the glass and
he was surprised. He said: `I don't know how that happened. I
only ordered two glasses.' He asked me to order. Then he asked
me if I wanted a bottle of beer. I said: `No. Not tonight.'
So he says, `Good.' And he lifted the pitcher of water from
the table and poured it into my glass.
"Then he went into his pocket and he says, `Then how about
some of the best champagne in the world?' He took out a little
pellet and dropped it into my glass. And it started to fizzle
like his own. See, he's told me to call him nothing but `Adam.'
Part 2.
John Winston johnfw@mlode.com
Subject: The Long John Nebel Story. Part 3 of 3. Sept. 18,
2007.
This shows a person's reaction to meeting a space lady.
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"Two months ago he discovered he had nine months to live. He had c-ncer.
And it's incurable. Anyhow, he says, `Eat up. Let's talk and just get
acquainted for the time being.' I noticed that his glass was filling itself
with water - that no one had poured it in there. So we talked for awhile and
as the dessert approached I heard music coming from the glass, a subdued
music. He said: `Wait a minute. On this pitcher here the water was up to
this
black spot. Now it's down here.'
"He said, `But the pellet. . .' He went into his pocket and said, `Wait.
I'm supposed to have four.' But he took out the pellets and there were only
three. He said what they were doing was sublimating the water or evaporating
it from the pitcher into the glass by remote control and sublimated the
pellet
in his pocket over into the glass so that no one ever actually saw the
process.
"Of course, I know now that he had had either an experience with Space
Visitors, or that he himself was one of them. And then I looked up at him
and I noticed that he was looking down intently into the glass. He had a
little smile on his face, yet tears were streaming down from his eyes,
landing right on the table before him. I thought: `Golly, what is it that
he ... what is going wrong?' I looked at the glass and now there was the
... well, the figure of a girl dancing in it, a girl with blonde hair. A
little miniature woman. Just dancing to the music.
"And the music itself became more spirited as she danced. I had
never seen such dancing before. And immediately I thought: `Well,
Adam is either recalling someone or he's had an experience out of
this world, literally out of this world.' She never looked at me.
She always looked toward him. But in the finale, she suddenly
whirled and went on her knee and looked toward me. But she had a
very grim aspect on her face, as though to say, `You don't know
now, but you soon will, why and what Adam is experiencing now.'
"And with that gesture, that is, when she got down on her knee
and bowed like a curtsy and presented that grim look toward me,
as much as to tell me, `You too will know what Adam is now
experiencing, someday,' she disappeared. She completely disappeared.
And that was the end of the dance. And the music ceased."
At the other end of the spectrum is Co-tactee Dan Martin. His
claims are all really unbelievable. What happened to you in 1955,
Dan Martin?
"I guess it was midnight. I was driving alone throughout a
remote section of Texas. Suddenly I began to tingle. So I pulled
off to the side of the road. Just as I come to a stop, an object
came up from behind me and on the opposite side of the road. And
it came to a stop. Pulled just ahead of me. The back end of the
thing was just about even with my radiator.
"Now this thing had very much the appearance and was about the
size of a diesel railroad locomotive, possibly 50 feet long. And
I could see what appeared to me to be two men through glass or
windows. When I walked to within about four feet, I'd say, the
door opened in the stern of the object. A lady stepped out on the
ground. Now this lady weighed around 120 pounds, maybe. She was
wearing a mask, had glasses over the eyes, and she hooked her thumb
under this thing and she peeled it back over her head and held it
in her hand "She looked at me and smiled. Now I know that you're
going to say, `Oh, she was a gorgeous beauty!' But I didn't say
that. But she was a very nice-looking girl. And she said: `Hello,
there, Mr. Martin.' She didn't say, `Hello, thee,' or she didn't
use any B-ble terms. She said: `Hello, there, Mr. Martin,' I said:
`Hello, you.' Then she told me that I would be contacted later
and taken aboard a space ship.
"And she told me that they were from the planet Mercury. I asked
her why it was that she, being a lady, came out to talk to me when
I could see that there were men aboard. Her reply was that she
was the only one aboard who could speak my language. Then I said
to her: `Our scientists tell us that Mercury is too close to the
sun to afford or permit animal life, much less human life.'
"At this she smiled and she said: `Well, you see me. Am I alive?'
Then she repeated that I would be contacted later, but she didn't
say when, and that I would be taken aboard a space ship. At that,
the door opened exactly as it had before, the lady stepped back
inside and it took off. And in a matter of a couple two or three
seconds, it was out of sight."
That's about it for now. I don't mean to imply that there are not
a tremendous number of other conta-tees whose stories I could have
told. Obviously, space-limitations of this magazine do not permit
an endless number of anecdotes. So I have chosen only the key
figures among the con-actees of this Flying Saucer Age. Whenever
this Age is remembered, these will be the men that historians will
talk about. These men and, may I firmly hope, the man who originally
introduced this incredible period to the American public by radio -
yours truly, Long John Nebel.
So that is "thirty" for the moment.
http://www.mimufon.org/1960%20articles/ContacteesIHaveKnown.htm
Part 3 of 3.
John Winston. johnfw@mlode.com