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Brad Talks About A
Personal UFO Sighting

By Brent Raynes
Brad Steiger's The Aquarian Revelations revolved mainly around the incredible UFO contactee accounts described by Robin McPherson and her mother Aileen Steil of Burnaby, British Columbia. Brad had met them in New York City, where they claimed that they had been directed by the Space Brothers. A being identified as OX-HO, supposedly a resident of a nearby galaxy, communicated to a young Robin McPherson that the Cabot Fault in Newfoundland was losing much stability and that they needed to go to that region to warn the people that the land there was in danger of sinking into the Atlantic. Aileen and a friend named Carol Clark set out for that part of the country.
They weren't there long when they were suddenly instructed to catch a flight for New York City where Aileen came to understand that the ET intelligence felt that they should go to get the message of OX-HO published. While staying at the Tudor Hotel none other than the noted UFO journalist Brad Steiger had flown a thousand miles to reach the Big Apple and interview the contactees. A New York editor had tipped him off to the story. Brad got a room also at the same hotel when early one morning he was offered proof of the alien reality that his own eyes could behold.
Here is Brad's fascinating account as detailed in his book of what he saw on December 14, 1969:
At 3:30 a.m. Sunday morning Aileen called my room. "You asked if we had brought any flying saucers with us. If you come up here now, you will be able to see them out our window." Commingled with the excitement in her voice was a distinct note of triumph.
Since I am basically a night person, I had been lying in bed reading, rather than sleeping, but I was tired and I did not feel like getting dressed. Besides, even though our intentions were honorable, the bellboys might not think so if they saw a man in pajamas entering the room of two women at nearly four in the morning. Would even the most open-minded bellhop really believe that I was going in there to watch flying saucers out the window?
"My ears are just ringing with alerts," Aileen gasped, as if in pain.
"What are the alerts about?" I asked.
"I don't know! How I wish Robin was here to channel! I've tried automatic writing, but nothing seems to come tonight. Oh, it has to be something about the fault. They must be working terribly hard to keep it together. Come up and see them!"
"Tomorrow night," I told her. "Have them come back tomorrow night."
The UFOs, or whatever they were, did come back the next night.
How I wish I could really be certain of what I saw on that Sunday night in December. Suddenly in the night sky a red globe would appear. Bam! It did not visibly come from anywhere. It was all of a sudden there. Another would appear. Bam! The same way. Where there had once been darkness there was a fiery ball of light. There were never more than three UFOs at one time. They would travel slowly downward in an erratic, swaying motion. Rather, I guess, like an autumn leaf falling from a branch in slow motion. The sky would be empty of light for a moment, then, Bam! Another red globe would appear.
I know that they were not airplanes. We were looking toward La Guardia airfield and we were able to compare the UFOs' motion and size with numerous types of aircraft as the conventional vehicles came in for landings. They were not flares, because the lights could remain absolutely stationary for several minutes. At other times they would appear to dart about in a motion that reminded me of waterbugs skimming across the surface of a still pond.
They were not any kind of gigantic neon light display, because I only saw the lights on that one night. Aileen and Carol, as I recall, only reported seeing them on Sunday morning and Sunday evening, or within the same twenty-four hour period and nearly twenty-four hours apart.
I will not make any kind of estimate as to the size of the lights or how far away from us they might have been. Anyone who reports the dimensions and reams of pertinent data about an object he has seen in the night sky is either sadly mistaken or deliberately faking. Unless there is an identifiable object very near an unidentifiable object, in either the sky or the sea, one has absolutely no basis of comparison as to how large the strange object might be.
Apart from the objects themselves, whatever they might have been, there may have been a physiological effect worth recording. The three of us had stood at the window watching the unidentified lights for quite some time when Aileen excused herself to go to the bathroom.
"The same thing happened to me last night," Carol told me.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"Dysentery. Diarrhea. After I watched the lights for awhile, I had to go quickly to the bathroom. Aileen watched longer than I last night, and she has gone several times today."
It was not long after Aileen had rejoined us at our narrow watchtower that Carol excused herself to enter the bathroom.
There is a great deal that we do not yet understand about the effects of the light spectrum upon both our minds and our bodies. And there is a considerable amount of research currently being carried on concerning the positive and negative effects of certain sound waves. Is it possible that their staring at the lights had in some way brought about their loose bowels? Or had they simply been drinking too much tea and undergoing a bit more excitement than their intestinal tracts were accustomed to dealing with back in Vancouver?
Editor's Note: I am most grateful to Brad Steiger for giving me full permission to quote this intriguing account here.
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