Another live Alien ?

Here's another great piece of folklore folks. Any questions or comments can be be directed to Grant Robert Cameron

Dan,

Hopefully you can use this item for your site. As far as I know this has never been published before. Only a couple people have even seen it. Could you stick a copy of this article to alt.alien visitors with a forwarding address to your web site.

Grant

As early as January 1982 Bill Moore began to relate stories of a live alien, as related to him by his sources. In 1987 Dr. Eric Walker hinted to William Steinman ,in response to the MJ-12 document, that " your greatest error, of course, comes in the finding of the bodies--there were no bodies; there were four very normal individuals..."

In 1990 in a conversation with Dr. Armen Victorian, Dr. Eric Walker again hinted that there may have been live aliens. " How do you know there were bodies?" Walker stated. " Maybe they walked away. You just assume too many things. Most of the things are wrong...( he laughed ) You jump to the hasty conclusion. Maybe some walked away, maybe some did not walk away. As I say it is none of your business."

Prior to Moore's releases there was no discussion of live aliens, just as prior to Moore's book on Roswell - there was no discussion in Ufology about crashes. Following Moore's revelation live aliens became a popular notion. Stories now abound about their living in underground military establishments relating stories about the history of mankind, while listening to Eastern music, and eating Strawberry icecream.

Was Moore the source of all the stories? Did Walker somehow know Moore's sources, and decide to throw in his own live alien version to the disinformation tales ?

It appears not. The live alien story goes way back to 1952. It is not known because it has never been published -till now.

In 1952 Frank Scully author of " Behind the Flying Saucer " received a letter from New York, from a Francis L. Kelsey. With the letter was enclosed a statement entitled " The Story Behind the Book 'Behind the Flying Saucers.'"

The book " Behind the Flying Saucers" by Frank Scully has a sequel that is just as fantastic as any of the lines in the book, and either bears out his statements if they are true, or adds to the hoax, if hoax it is.

Last July my wife and my daughter Joan and I were motoring from New York to Reno, Nevada, and were in the eastern part of Nevada on the last leg of the trip, in the desert, when we saw a car stopped on the roadside. As it was miles in either direction to any town or even any habitation, we stopped to see if there were any trouble and if we could help.

When I approached the stopped car on foot a young man about 27 crawled out from under it with an open end wrench in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. He was dressed in well tailored slacks and a sports shirt, both of which as well as his face besmudged with dust and muddy grease. I asked if we could be of any help and he replied that he had found the trouble and would be able to correct it himself. I then offered him a bottle of orange ade, with which we were well supplied, and we all had some with him. While we were having the refreshments Joan and the young man were having quite a chat. I noticed that the back seat compartment of his car contained one suitcase, and several black and brown rich leather cases, some with shoulder straps and some with substantial handles. The cases did not look like those carried by travelling salesman, but rather more like cases containing high class photographic or other technical equipment. There was also a very unique looking tripod in chrominm, with elevation and angle adjustments.

None of this seemed important to me at the time.

After we got on our way again my daughter informed me that the young man, whom I shall call Mr.Fee, had learned from her where she was going to stay in Reno, and had asked permission to call apon her during her stay there. Here I might add that we knew where she was going to stay for I had sat in a lawyer's office in Ossining with her while he put a phone call through to Reno to make the arrangements.

I saw no more of Mr. Fee while out West as my wife and I stayed in a tourist cabin on the outskirts of town for the two week period, and then returned to our home in New York, leaving Joan behind there.

A couple of months later Joan returned to our home in New York and got a job in the city. It was then that she told me that Mr. Fee had called apon her several times in Reno, and that he had taken her on tours to various resort places in the vicinity. I all this I was but mildly interested until she mentioned quite casually that Mr.Fee had said that he was formally in Army Intelligence. This information was a little more than mildly interesting to me because I too had been in Army Intelligence way back in the days when our only equipment was a pencil.

Another two months passed and Mr. Fee showed up in New York, and was invited to spend a couple of days and nights at our home. Again he came dressed in slacks and a sport shirt, and although the weather was getting quite snappy, he did not wear coat or tie. During his visit I learned that he was a very persoable young fellow, and willing to talk briefly on almost any subject that came up.. He never seemed to care to talk about himself, and if he did it was in reserved, even restained manner. He had driven here from Nevada, ( or New Mexico ) in his own car, and was on his way to Boston, on business. He had more trouble with his car on his way across the country, and as before, he made his own repairs on the way with his own tools. He still had the very technical looking equipment in the back seat compartment, which I noticed he kept well locked at all times. At meals with us he discussed the possibility of war, its possible course and outcome. To my untrained mind he seemed exceptionally well informed on the subject from every angle, particularly any angle involving military equipment such as radar, airplanes and jets. I learned that he would travel in his car to Boston, and that later he would be required to make frequest long trips in the car in the line of duty, the nature of which I never exactly learned. Casually he mentioned that he had never travelled in any kind of public conveyance. This was easy to believe, because I do not either if I can avoid it.

Some time later we received word from our friend in Boston that he would like to return here for a short visit. Of course such a pleasant and informed young gentleman was perfectly welcome. He came, and in his car, which still possessed the leather case locked in the back. During this visit we discussed everything from the latest vitamins and sulfas to the intricate working of hydamatic drives. The conversations certainly included flying saucers, and Mr. Fee did most of the talking, but as I was not extremely interested, I cannot remember to this day just what he said.

But now a story was getting ready to break. During the discourse on flying saucers, my daughter was unusually quiet. I thought at the time that her reserve was due to a lack of interest. I found out later it was no such thing, but a determination not to betray a trust ( at the time).

Sometime later Joan presented me with the book " Behind the Flying Saucers " by Frank Scully. I read the book twice before laying it down, and then wrote a letter to Mr. Scully, mentioning some of the possibilities which I suggested that he may have overlooked. However, after studing the book for several days, I came to the conclusion that it was a hoax. Although very interesting reading, I could note swallow it hook line and sinker without more substanial evidence than had been presented, and I think that a large part of readers felt the same.

During our friend's second visit Joan invited him to return here for Christmas Holidays and he accepted. So it was all set, but just as we were getting ready to start the decorations she received word from him that he would be unable to be with us as he had to return to New Mexico at once, but that he would be here again in about two weeks.

At this time I suggested to Joan that I felt our friend had not only BEEN in Army Intelligence, but in my opinion, still was. She replied that she did not know but thought that he might be a very high class accountant. I then commented that all F.B.I. Agents are lawyers or accountants, or they have some other special training; that they are versatile, and can shoot accurately from speeding cars, make repairs under adverse conditions, contrive and install secret starters, instantly render criminals cars inoperative, and perform other various tricks that would have interested Huidini.

Her eyes suddenly sparkling with enthusiasm, and her face twisted into a peculiar sort of cunning, she began to slowly and hesitantly unfold a story. It seemed to me that she was proud because I had been clever enough to get Mr.Fee on a line, and that she just had to tell the story to satiate the vanity of both of us. ( I was really working )

Mr. Fee was still working on highly secret assignments:

Mr. Scully did not get all the facts. The ship from outer space which the lecturer at Denver College had mentioned as the " one that got away " had not gotten away completely, with all its cargo -- and passengers. The little men had landed and left the ship and set up an elaborate signal system, with which they planned to signal there home planet. Two of the little men were operating the signal set, and the rest of the crew had started back to the ship. Surprised by our field party, they embarked and took flight, leaving the two little men behind.

The field force had found them after Mr.Scully's Mr. Gee had left the area, and had captured them with all the signal equipment, and had taken them to a headquarters building for examination. The little men are still alive and triving.

Mr. Fee was not a field man, but spent his time in the building assisting in investigations after the field man had produced the evidence. There were ten scientists on the staff. Each was a specialist in his work. The little men were shown a drawing of our solar system, and asked by sign language if there home was among our planets. They denied this and illustated that they came from another solar system. Their radios could not be used over such a great distance, and were only used to communicate from ship to ship when in flight. They did not use nor understand our nods and shakes of the head. Their eye expressions and facial movements served them for all ordinary conversations, which they spoke much as we do, but almost in whispers, because they have very keen hearing.

They were astonishingly brilliant, and mastered our language in a few days, so that it became easy to exchange thoughts with them. ( author's note: consider what Dr. Eric Walker said in his Sept 23,87 letter to Steinman " they were highly intelligent. they learned the English language in a few hours..." ) Compared to them our own Einstein is a moron. They know the age of our planet, and the age of the planet from whense they came. They have a full understanding of atomic, and used it more than ten thousand years ago, but discarded it for magnetic power, which they have mastered completely. Magnetic power, they said, is easy to harness and is inexhaustible. There never were any wars on their planet, there being but one people and no differences.

They were allowed to complete the signals to their planet, and were requested to invite visitors from there to come and land at a designated secret spot. ( Probably Nevada ) Although brilliant, they seemed unable to understand government as we know it. It was learned from them that they could not approve a Communistic State, nor even our type of Democracy. Our investigators could note understand just how they live, but thought perhaps in some sort of Anarchy, which wouldbe possible among a people with the character and disposition of those little men.

This story was told to my daughter Joan in confidence, and she was pledged not to repeat it, but she did, and I do, and I will repeat it again and again, true or false.

Francis L. Kelsey

Scully made a number of markings on the original letter. It is not known how many other letters were involved after this one.



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