LAST NIGHT I STAYED at a little bedroom with a big skylight three feet over the bed, lots of windows and stars. That took me back to the days I used to sleep in the back yard with my telescope and watch the sky.
It was then when I saw (I think) a pair of UFOs. It was at midnight, clear and dark, no moon. It was the Fall of 1951, no satellites, then. I was nodding at my constellations when, south of Lyra, moving from west to east, came two star-colored lights, in formation, about as bright as second magnitude stars, and way up high. No sound, no contrails, and faster than any airplane then or now. They flew some 130 – 140 degrees, from one edge of the sky to the other, in three, maybe four seconds. Then gone.
I haven’t seen any UFOs since that night.
Years later I flew with the Air Force for a while, went through gunnery school southeast of Phoenix, less than an hour by F-86F from Las Vegas. Learned some things I’d remember forever, but wouldn’t even think about till I opened a book two days ago.
Millennial Hospitality Is one of five books by Charles Hall. They are detailed stories of his life in 1967- 1968, when he was an Air Force weather observer in the desert north of Las Vegas. He had quite a few encounters with what he called the Tall White aliens, not far from the gunnery ranges used by the pilots of Nellis AFB.
I’m reading the second of his books now. Fascinating (to me), in spite of the unending details of his stories. Fascinating? Why?
Because he wrote about details that I remembered from the gunnery range. I believed that he had in fact lived some of his story, that he had personally been there. He wrote about skip-bombing on the ranges, for instance, something as far as I know no one else finds important enough to mention. He wrote about picking up bombs to recycle them (who would write about the bombs, except those who knew they were 25-pound solid iron practice bombs, with a shot-gun smoke shell in the nose to mark where they struck the ground). He wrote about the air-to-air targets that were dropped after each session with aerial gunnery pilots. Nobody writes about these things…they were tucked under fifty years of flying for me and they were part of his life at the time. It would have taken days, working on a gunnery range, even to know the details.
He said he was there for two years, and the aliens he wrote about might have been real. It was the first account about the aliens, apart from the stories that they they’re abducting and releasing us from time to time. Those stories are probably true, but they don’t tell us much about who the aliens may be. Nothing about what frightens them, how they protect themselves, who they think we are, what kind of humor they like, what happens when they go to Las Vegas, what they buy, whom they love, their anti-gravity units, what’s in it for them by coming to Earth, what humans they talk with, why they’re kind to us, why they kill us, sometimes.
North of Las Vegas/Henderson, of course, are the supposedly secret Areas 51, 53, 54… and there are some 850 reports of sightings listed by National UFO Reportinc Center.
See http://www.nuforc.org/webreports/ndxlNV.html . We can see reports in any American states by changing the NV (Nevada) in the address to the abbreviation of any state. Click on the date to see the full report. How many people, do you think, see some UFO and then call a number to report it? I never thought to do that, so there could be a few more events than listed there.
Reading Mr, Hall’s recollection takes some patience, but he will tell you his ideas about the Tall White (Nordic) aliens. He said that he was the only person allowed to wander about the aliens resort in the desert. “Wander about” is done with some care. If you see one, he says, don’t you dare try to approach them or touch them (or even worse don’t try to touch their children) without specific permission from them to walk closer. I sense that this much of his books is true. I’m willing to be wrong on that, but I enjoy having a little information now, and I’ll update it whenever I can
It’s easy for me to discount the author’s accounts of his successful experiences, guiding two 707’s and later, a flight of F-105s by relayed instructions to land in terrible weather. Those could be true. Yet somehow I don’t doubt his accounts of the aliens and their human comrades at the high echelons of the Air Force. It’s top secret, apparently, for the military, but the aliens don’t care what we know. They allowed him (I guess by not killing him) to talk about all his experiences to anyone. Once you make an agreement with a Tall White alien, he said, you must never break your word! The Air Force had no choice but to agree with the aliens that Mr. Hall could say whatever he liked for as long as he lived. Not one comment from the military to silence a former weather observer about his top secret life, as he writes, as he talks about aliens (see “youtube charles hall”). Hoping, perhaps, that no one would believe him. I don’t think he’s making it up.
I’m learning much from his books, as gradually decades of official denial erodes by so many books of personal experience, by my days in the Air Force, and by his.
I doubt that I shall ever see a Tall White alien. Of course I may never see a Kodiak bear cub in the wilds of Alaska, but I’m reminded by friends from there not to hug the cute little bears when their mom is in sight. Treat grizzly bear cubs with the same distant courtesy as we’ve learned to greet aliens from other planets, Mr. Hall writes. I think that’s good advice.
And I wonder about the aliens.