Visitors Now And Forever
Part 3
By Alfred Lehmberg

UFO's are ink and stone to demonstrate we're not alone, and in a record written plain, we see continued this refrain. Something's seen in Earthly skies that won't be seen by those despised -- those that have the facts, they know, would open DOORS through which we'd go; those that know a piece of truth and put it in their vests, aloof, smirking over ill got gain they make in mists they help maintain. We don't hear this in our schools, but from the fringe most played for fools. None the less -- it is the record, writ by those who are detected in a search of ALL the data pertinent to futures fated. We'll continue *marching* time and listing dates of cosmic rhyme. Come along, the ride is thrilling, awe inspiring, a little chilling -- perhaps it's also (likely) truth . . . that we could put to gainful use.
The eighteenth century saw its end, and UFO's were seen again. French police were vexed with sightings they could not explain -- they're frightened. "A large red globe" is testified -- a dozen people saw it fly. And landing in a crowd of folks, a man steps out to talk, and SPOKE! Police Inspector Jan Lebeuf could make no sense of it -- you know? He scratched the fleas tormenting him and wondered. "What the hell's this, then?! The globe *explodes*, to add confusion -- spacemen disappear . . . illusion? We can't know what those folks saw, but plainly, they were struck with awe.
Captain Banner captained ships. Steady, he was good with it. Late one night there is a panic! Sailors kick a fuss and racket! Pointing fingers, gaping eyes, across the water *something* flies!!! A maze of circles, curving shafts, circular in form -- it's DAFT! Was it cloud or *manmade* object? What nation flew (?) though not the subject. It came up hard against the wind, and very nicely settled in. They saw it, plain, for a half an hour; the captain, serious and dour -- wrote it down within his log the like of which wakes up your dog!! 1870 was the year; the future's quickly drawing near.
The term itself of flying "saucer" -- provided by a Texan farmer . . . watching one, described it so. It flew above his farm, we've known. Ten times seven years would pass before Ken Arnold watched aghast, and looking for a plane in trouble saw them once again -- their double. "Skipping saucers on the water," words he *coined* were coined beforehand. "Flying Saucers (?)" -- an invention by the press with tongue in cheek, then. Still, and all, these men describe what they have SEEN in words denied. It is NOT a silly dream, this written gift of what they've seen.
The Persian Gulf in 1880 (?) -- British steamships *steam* it *greatly*! Written in the Patna's Record, Captain Avern logs his reference. "[Glowing wheels, building sized, hovered with my ship]" -- he writes! "[Vivid spokes of glaring light reached out to touch his ship that night]"! The wheels spun for twenty minutes. Mr. Manning was a witness. Mr. Brace was there to SEE the wonder of what this could be! So it was, in legal writing, with a captain badly frightened. So it was with loyal mates in qualifying future fate. They wrote down what we would read to drag our OWN conclusions free!
Photographed (?) at Zacatecas, 1883 -- prestigious! Joe Bonilla sighted several -- several HUNDRED, flying level! Flying fast across the sun these glinting disks were on a run! Seen again ANOTHER day, a run it was I'd have to say. But photographed? It's new to me. I don't remember it, you see. If photographed would someone share? Let's see it, please, if you would dare.
We must stop and end the show of mysteries that move and glow. More is coming on the heels of your delighted shrieks and squeals. Ain't it wondrous? Ain't it grand, this *kingdom* now so near at hand? A kingdom made to suit the one who sets it up and makes it run. And not Jehovah, Emanuel, or Gods and imps -- the usual. But YOU, believing, testing *faith* that MAKES it happen -- sets the pace. If you think it, then it's real. That's truer than we know, I feel. If you wish it, it can happen? What prevents it? YOUR distraction. We have records spanning time, and filled with wonder, shock, and rhyme. You don't hear it, but it's there, and won't be heard unless you care.
Do you care?
-- EXPLORE Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his Fortunecity URL. **<Updated 13 November**
"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, burned at the fundamentalist's stake.