ANGELS IN STARSHIPS
GIORGIO DIBITONTO
1951
2006
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DUST JACKET
The dust jacket illustration was accurately painted by Jim Nichols from the descriptions in Chapter 6 of the landed mother-ship and four smaller craft that came out of it and parked on the grass- Three human beings got out of each of the smaller craft and came up to the two witnesses and introduced themselves. The cigar-shaped mother-ship was estimated to be 300 to 350 feet long and the smaller craft were about 20 feet in dianeter. The play of light and color was astounding.
The starships in this case were occasionally observed to surround themselves with a cloudlike white vapor to protect themselves from unwanted observation. The photograph on the dust jacket rear face seems to show this operation in progress. This picture was taken by Mr. Lauersen as he was walking his dog near Viborg, Jutland, Denmark, at 09:00 on 17 November 1974.
Photo Credit: Maj. (Ret.) Hans C. Petersen and Maj. (Ret.) Colman S. VonKeviczky.
Fu11 color reproductions of the original cover painting may be ordered directly from Jim Nichols, 2989 West Orangewood Dr., Tucson, AZ 65741
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Notes from the Book Jacket
This book will, at first reading, be greeted by many with amazement and disbelief. One must read it a second time before asking oneself the question, "—and what if it is true?"
For, in reality, it may all be true. And, actually, it is true!
All that which is described in this book really happened. To be sure, aside from the claim of the author and the corroboration of companions in the adventure, the 'proof' is meager, but it is precisely this that assures that the message will be entrusted to men of good will, because they will sense in their hearts the deep truth of it all.
And now the facts: Giorgio, Tina, Paolo, and other friends have a number of 'eye-to-eye' contacts with space brothers, with rides in starships, and with conversations, in which it is revealed to them that they are the so-called 'angels' of the Bible, or mediators and messengers of those who served God's will, and still serve, to reveal the truth to men of Earth, and to guide them on the path toward higher development.
In the course of such meetings, the group received important revelations and messages of utmost seriousness, which concern all the inhabitants of this afflicted planet. The invitation to follow paths to a better way of life is well advised, for the time of great catastrophies and dreadful happenings about which the Apocalypse speaks is coming nearer; the day in which "one will be taken away and the other left behind."
On the occasion of one of these unusual meetings, the Earthly friends, who had been entrusted with messages and teachings, and had been guests on the flying saucers and the starships, were allowed to have the wonderful experience of visiting a distant planet, just as had happened to George Adamski nearly thirty years before.
These contacts and revelations seem, in retrospect, in many ways similar, both in outer form and in content, to those of Fatima, Lourdes,Garabandal, LaSalette and others of that sort; yes, they represent a translation in the context of present day circumstances, and the reading and, above all, the understanding of this work is important and perhaps decisive for every person.
Eufemio del Buono
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PREFACE
On the 10th of May 1990 I gave a UFO lecture in Rochester, New York, which was sponsored by Bill and Rhoda Sherwood. That was also the first day of an extended three week European tour to renew old acquaintences and to pick up new information in exchanges of data from UFO investigations. That round trip turned out to be a most profitable one indeed in terms of new and astounding information.
Before leaving Rochester, Bill Sherwood gave me a small book which he had translated from German some years before. It was originally written in Italy in Italian. The title was "ANGELS IN STARSHIPS". He had printed up a few copies of his translation some years ago, but it did not get much outside distribution.
The reason for giving me the book had its foundation in the second purpose of my visit to Rochester, which was to interview Bill and Rhoda on their aoquaintence with George Adamski, an early UFO contactee who was successfully put down by the UFO antagonists of the time, abetted by the popular UFO clubs, none of whom ever carried out any real investigation of the man or his ET contacts.
My interest and my convictions about the validity of George Adamski's UFO contacts had been growing steadily since late 1979 when Swiss journalist Lou Zinsstag had given me her original manuscript on Adamski who stayed with her on his trips to Europe. She was personally acquainted with George almost from the time he came to the attention of the press in 1953, and they corresponded and met when possible since that time. Modified parts of that manuscript were used in "GEORGE ADAMSKI, The Untold Story" by Lou Zinsstag and Timothy Good. The gold Papal medal given Adamski by Pope John XXIII is kept today in the safe in Lou's brother's jewelry store in Basel, Switzerland.
My convictions were reinforced after reading Bruce Cathie's report on Mr. Adamski following his personal investigations in March of 1979, the only recognized UFO researcher ever to go to that trouble. He published a report on his findings in the last pages of his book "THE BRIDGE TO INFINITY".
An unusual twist in the Adamski story came out of a UFO landing in England on 24 April 1965, near Scoriton, in Devonshire, where three space-beings in "light-body" got out of a bell-shaped ship and made contact with Mr. Arthur Bryant, a gardener there, and one of the ETs indicated association with the former George Adamski, who left his physical body the day before in death
in the United States of America. That report and its investigation fills an entire book titled "THE SCORITON MYSTERY" BY Eileen Buckle.
We picked up other confirmations of the Adamski story in our loop through Europe during the next two weeks, including his private audience with the King and Queen of the Netherlands in 1959 and his private meeting with Pope John XXIII in the Vatican a few years later. We spoke to witnesses to both events and find them to be highly credible.
On our return to London the end of May we met with Benjamin Creme, who says he is a desciple of Lord Mitreya, one of the mystic masters of the Far East described in the Theosophical literature of the early 1900s, who, surprisingly added several more pieces to the puzzle. Mr. Creme told us that George Adamski was a pupil of one of his masters, and that he met Adamski, a second degree initiate, in his "light-body", before George Adamski came to world attention as a UFO contactee.
Mr. Creme affirmed that George Adamski's contacts were real and that some of them took place in dense physical reality, just as described by Adamski himself.
To a question about Adamski's contactors saying they came from Venus, Mr. Creme readily replied that such was really true. In fact he added the information that there were many Venusians among us then, and even today, and that George Adamski was a Venusian spirit who had taken incarnation here for a very specific purpose, which he had fulfilled before leaving this realm in death of the physical body. According to Creme, Adamski continued in his Venusian "light-body" after that, which does support the Scoriton story.
Mr. Creme explained that the life wave in evolution on Venus was forced up out of its dense physical level, equivalent to Earth now, by a change in natural conditions there brought on by that humanity itself. They all gave up their physical bodies in favor of higher dimensional "light-bodies" now appropriate to their new world of finer dimensional matter, where they have a form existence with landscapes, trees, plants, animals, water, clouds, atmosphere, buildings, etc., and a society appropriate to that vibrational nature of being. At the same time we see a hot, high pressure, uninhabitable surface at our density of being.
Creme said there is a human life wave in evolution on Mars too, but that they have come to exist in a vibrational realm of being somewhere between ours and that of the Venusians, but closer to the Venusians than us. He also
added that there were other inhabited bodies in our solar system as well, but no others at our same dense vibrational plane of existence.
All of this lent substantial credence to the story in this book, which is our main reason for publishing it now. Even the title is most appropriate. Benjamin Creme informed us that Lord Mitreya had told him that all the angels of all the mythologies and histories of our world were simply extraterrestrials or extradimensionals, or both, and that they have come and gone ever since humanity came into being on this planet. Any serious investigation on your part will also confirm these truths.
Wendelle C. Stevens Publisher
"When we speak of matter we are speaking of the spiritual in a lower state of manifestation, which is very necessary. A diamond could never have become a diamond with all its brilliance without having first gone through its slimy lower stage. But all the time it was going through that stage it had within itself the potential of its purity and beauty. And matter- the slower rate of vibration - must be endowed with a certain form of intelligence to obey higher intelligence, yet there is neither higher or lower..."
George Adamski, 24 November 1951
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
(0) Forward by Eufenio del Buono
(1) The Being with Wings of Light
(2) The Chosen Place for the Meeting
(3) The First Meeting on the Ground
(6) The Mothership from the Stars
(7) A Meeting in the Midst of People
(18) Physical Evidence of My Encounter
(19) Concluding Remarks by Eufemio del Buono
Translated from the German Edition by
William T. Sherwood
"Yes, in time the public will be educated to where the fright or the shock will not be so great as it would have been even a short time ago without the education. Remember, the public fears what it doesn't know."
George Adamski, 24 November 1951
Forward
by Eufenio del Buono
When it was proposed that I meet together with Georgio Dibitonto, I readily accepted; however, I knew the basis for the invitation—to give an appraisal of the credibility of his experiences with extraterrestrials.
The meetings took place evenings in a beautiful house in the center of Rome, and the positive impression that the 'contactee' made on me accompanied me continually as I came to know him better. At first sight, we greeted one another with a hearty embrace, since, subconsciously, we immediately felt like 'brothers'. As I listened to his story, afterwards, I felt a strong sympathy for him, and a distinct impression that I had known him a long time.
Many years earlier I had a similar, spiritually moving experience, when I first encountered George Adamski, the great American contactee of Polish descent, whom I met on the occasion of a conference in the Marignoli Palace in Rome. Adamski was the 'Enoch' of the fifties, who told us about trips in spacecraft from other worlds for purposes of illumination, and gave the most exact details about their structure and function. Furthermore, he told us about the space brothers, their appearance, their habits, their manner of dress and nourishment, and their deep love for the whole of creation and for the inhabitants of Earth. Finally, he brought us a vast quantity of previously unknown scientific disclosures, and all the knowledge of higher cosmic philosophy which he had gained during his numerous trips with the brothers from the cosmos.
After a dormant period of about thirty years, which was necessary in order that men of good will could absorb that knowledge, the testimony which George Adamski had to relinquish because of his death was resumed, and this happened through Giorgio Dibitonto, the 'Enoch' of the eighties.
After unexpected visions, stirring encounters, and unforgettable trips on board extraterrestrial vehicles, he was taken to a wonderful planet where he had one of the most unusual and disturbing experiences. Georgio Dibitonto tells plainly who the revered personality Ramu really is, which Adamski concealed under an assumed name, and his high spiritual purpose. For, together with other space brothers, he has worked diligently and sacrificially from earliest times, to help the sorrowing humanity of our planet.
The author and his friends, who personally experienced some of his contacts with him, all know the difficulties many readers will have in fully accepting this book's message.
In response to the resistance shown by the press and other media toward the recognition of the existence of extraterrestrial life, we would point out the astounding parallel between today's reports of sightings and encounters, and those from ancient times, the Bible, and all through the Middle Ages up to the beginnings of astronomy and space travel. Here are a few examples! In Indian sanscript, space vehicles are generally called 'vimanas' or 'ventlas'. Cicero, in the 43rd chapter of his "De Divinatione", writes of 'balls in the heavens'; Julius Obsequens, in "Prodigia", writes of 'flaming shields', and these descriptions occur likewise in Aschylos, Plutarch, Seneca, and Valerius Maximus. Xenophon, in the 12th chapter of his "Anabasis", designates the objects as 'bells', 'dishes', and 'shells'. The ancient chronicler Lycostenes told of 'crosses and beams in the sky*. Dio Cassius related that, at the first landing of the Romans in Great Britain under Aulus Plautus in the year 43 B. C., a round object flew like lightning from east to west.
The news journal of Old Nurnberg in 1561 wrote about 'balls, discs and tubes in the sky', which held three, four, or more balls inside of them, and were seen over the city. 'Dark globes' were seen over Basel in the Middle Ages, and similarly, there were 'airships' in the skies of the United States toward the end of the 19th century, and beginning of the 20th century. During the second world war, 'balls of light' and so-called 'foo-fighters' followed both the Allied and the German aircraft.
In some of the caves of the Camonica Valley in Italy, in Tanum, Sweden, and the highlands of Tassili, in the Sahara, and in Australia, one can find rock wall drawings of men in 'diving suits', which even today the Australian aborigines refer to as 'brothers of light'.
In the caves of Budhistan at the foot of the Himalayas, an astronomical chart was found which shows the constellations as they appeared 13,000 years ago, with the route between Earth and Venus indicated.
In St. Antonio, in the Susa Valley near Turin, there is an engraved elliptical form, from which radiate outwards other lines, in the midst of which one can detect a neat row of cup-shaped objects, approximately 5 cm. apart, as if the artist wanted to show that it pertained to a mother ship with flying discs on board.
On the 12th of August, 1883, the astronomer, Bonilla, observed, from the observatory at Zacatecas, Mexico, a great number of oval flying objects crossing the disc of the sun. As he had just been making photographs through the telescope, he was able to photograph one of the objects which had left the formation and momentarily stood still. The same observation was made simultaneously from observatories at Pueblo and Mexico City. From the trigonometric calculations made possible by these astronomical observations, it was established that the flying objects were in the vicinity of Earth.
On the 24th of April, 1874, the astronomer Schafarich observed an object of high intensity as it left the moon and quickly went off into space. The astronomer who discovered the planet Pluto, Professor Clyde Tombaugh, was sitting in the garden with his wife and mother-in-law, one summer evening a few years ago, resting from the heat of the day. Looking up, he had the good fortune, as he openly declared, to see a large space ship, whose portholes were illuminated with a bluish light. —Detailed descriptions of space ships and of experiences of being taken into them run through the accounts of Ezekiel in the Bible.
"Besides the several types of spacecraft so far observed by Earth men, there are also monstrous sized cruisers of space. None of these have yet landed on this Earth! The cruisers, according to what I have been told, are of the size of a fair sized city."
George Adamski, 16 January 1952
CHAPTER 1
The Being with Wings of Light
That afternoon I found myself at home. As I happened to raise my head, I noticed a light in the room, which grew gradually stronger and finally was much more intense than natural. In the midst of this luminosity appeared the figure of a young man of extraordinary beauty. As I studied him in utter amazement, I saw that his feet were lifted slightly off of the floor. He was barefoot, clothed in a sparkling tunic, and two bright wings. Enraptured with the beauty and majesty of his countenance, I gazed at him a long time in awe and wonder. This manifestation lasted for a considerable period of time, then finally disappeared as if a light were slowly extinguished.
In the days that followed, I could not erase from my mind the beauty of that manifestation, or the sweet feeling of peace that seemed to emanate from that light. It was as if this impression accompanied me silently wherever I went. Since my youth, I no longer believed that visions could be something real; I had always considered them to be the product of stimulated fantasy. But now I thought about the fact that the young person had appeared to me while I was in a quiet and relaxed state of mind, without any cause for excitement.
The sense of tranquility which had accompanied that experience was such that I was able to observe very clearly all details of what had been shown to me. I couldn't comprehend it, but as I thought about the wings of that being, I said to myself repeatedly in awe and wonder, "Perhaps the angels, then, really do exist" !
One evening before Easter I had just returned home and was about to attend to my affairs as usual, when the manifestation appeared to me again, in the same place and in the same manner as before. The whole room was filled with its light, which seemed to penetrate to my very depths. The radiant beauty of this being disturbed me strangely, yet I hoped that he would not depart. Deeply moved by this appearance, I was unable to either compose my thoughts or to think of anything else.
I gathered up my courage and asked him who he was. He smiled, and in a loving voice answered, "I am Raphael". I expressed the wish to learn something more about him and he said to me, "In the holy scriptures you will find the Book of Tobias; by reading that you can become better acquainted with me. You will see me again".
He stood for a while before me, with a look both pleasant and deeply penetrating on his shining countenance. Then he disappeared, and the light that had accompanied his presence also gradually faded away.
Among my books was a Bible which included the Apocrypha. I opened it, and as if by coincidence, came upon a page from the story of Tobit. I was surprised; it was as if an unseen hand had guided me to find this passage so quickly. I began to read and soon discovered that Raphael meant 'medicine', and 'healing from God'. The archangel had once come down to Earth in human form, to accompany the young Tobias on the roads of the world. He had led him to his bride and had healed her and also Tobias' father. Finally, when they wanted to pay him with gold, the angel made himself known to them, whereupon he rose up and disappeared from their sight.
All this I kept in my heart, and cherished the hope that I would see Raphael again, as he had promised.
CHAPTER 2
The Chosen Place for the Meeting
I had lain down for a short rest at noontime. Just as I was falling asleep, a clear picture loomed up before my eyes. I saw a forest, its trees, underbrush, and a meadow with a path dividing it. I felt a deep peace come over me. As I was waiting for some insight into what I had just experienced, I heard the voice of Raphael saying to me, "Mark well the place! You should be able to recognize it in the future; it is the place of our meeting".
Then everything disappeared, leaving me with a feeling of calmness and inner peace. I sought to determine the manner in which the promised meeting would take place, and thought that perhaps the next manifestation of Raphael's presence might take place, not within the walls of my dwelling, but outdoors in a natural setting. That seemed to me an answer, yet I sensed that it was not all. I remembered that Raphael had said, "You will see me again". I decided to wait patiently.
On the night of April 23. 1980, the angel said to me, "In the early afternoon of the day after tomorrow, you will drive in your car to Finale Ligure. There you will learn what to do next. Greetings, in love!" Casting all doubts aside, I set out on the appointed day. The Riviera was crowded with pleasure seekers, out for a weekend holiday at the seashore.
Having arrived at Finale, I no longer had any problems, for the voice of Raphael came promptly to tell me the way.
"You must go to Calice," he said, "and from there continue on toward the mountain. There you will receive further instructions to guide you to the place of the meeting."
As I drove along the winding roads of the valley, I could not be certain whether I was proceeding from my own volition, or if a higher will was urging me on, or a curiosity stronger than all my fears, or the joyous anticipation of a meeting which I sensed might take place. The puzzle remained: I could not understand why I had been invited to go there.
Following telepathic instructions, I had turned to the right, and was now driving through another valley, which widened and narrowed in irregular fashion as I pressed forward in the late afternoon sunlight. I drove until I was told to leave my small car, a Fiat 500, and go on the rest of the way by foot. After finding a suitable spot to park my car, just off the paved road, I set off on a path leading up an incline and continued to follow the inner voice that directed me whenever I had the slightest doubt.
Ascending the slope, I was soon completely out of breath, but whether this was because I was not used to such climbs, or because of the excitement of the unknown, I could not say. My heart was in my throat. I stood still. At that moment I heard Raphael's voice saying, "Do not be afraid. Rest a little while, and then go farther. You will soon feel renewed."
I did as he said, and felt myself as if bathed in a healing stream. Thus strengthened and refreshed, I started off once more along the footpath. The sun was now behind me, and before me was the moon. They seemed to me like heavenly companions, harbingers, perhaps, of things to come. As I hurried onwards, I kept looking up at the sky in expectation. I felt entranced.
The small path now opened into a clearing. To the left I could still see the valley, and to the right, the mountain. I recognized it as the very place I had seen in my vision! Looking more closely, I was amazed to realize how familiar it appeared to me. My excitement quickened. "Breathe deeply and keep on going," said Raphael. I obeyed, and once again felt a flood of life-giving, refreshing energy. A soft, pleasant breeze caressed my body. I felt serene and full of joy. The breeze caused a slight trembling among the leaves, and it seemed to me that all nature shared my sense of expectation.
Once more I heard the voice of Raphael, "We are very near now, coming from the direction of the sun". I had heard it very clearly, as if it came from a point in the sky behind me. I turned around and saw, in front of the sun, over the valley, a small patch of cloud, which grew in size as it moved rapidly toward me. I heard a light humming sound coming from it.
I felt afraid, but, in spite of my fears, I kept my gaze firmly fixed on the mysterious object before me. It came ever nearer, reducing its velocity all the while, and began to descend to a point about one hundred feet above me. Now I could see it quite clearly. It looked like a large silver plate, in places like molten glass mixed with molten tin. Around it were lights of different colors, and underneath were three large spheres. All my fears left me and I felt my spirits rise to new heights.
The object again moved through the sky to a point where it hovered over a group of trees. Now I could observe it better than before. On the upper part was a large dome, on whose highest point burned a dazzling white light that illuminated the disc and its surroundings completely. The dome had small round windows around it, from which a similar light shone, as if the interior was illuminated from all directions. This light was stronger, but, rather than blinding to the eyes, it seemed to evoke an overall pleasant feeling within me. By comparison, the sun seemed now to be but a pale yellow glow. I was drawn to this light as if under a spell, and felt an unaccustomed joy within me which bestowed a blessing.
From this luminous disc I heard the voice of Raphael speaking to me. "It is not the first time," he said, "that we have met with men of Earth in this manner. From everlasting, we have spoken with mankind from our space vehicles, flying discs and starships. In your holy scriptures you have read that the Lord spoke to men of Earth from out of a cloud; your present encounter is no different from that which was experienced by your forefathers throughout the ages."
My astonishment grew as I sought to comprehend the fact that this experience was one which many others on this planet had had before. Again, I heard the voice of Raphael, "Welcome from the countless dwellings of the Heavenly Father," he said. "Our worlds belong to the brotherhood of universal love. Among us, a degree of harmony and higher understanding prevails, such as is unknown to your world. Through the ages we have come to you from the heart of space to offer you help and salvation."
The place where I was seemed as if transformed, not only by the light of the flying disc, but also by the things I was being told by that great being. A feeling of boundless freedom and grandeur, such as I had never known before, overwhelmed me. It was as if the narrow limitations of my spirit had been torn away.
"We have long wished for this meeting with you," said the voice. "Our joy is great. Be assured always of our love for you and your Earth brothers. We will come again. We greet you in the name of the Father of all."
I understood that he was also speaking for others who must have been with him inside the craft. I had wanted to ask him about so many things which were on my heart, but it seemed inappropriate, and I could not find the right words to express my thoughts.
"We will see each other soon again," said Raphael, "but then you will not be alone. Hail and farewell!"
The light which surrounded the flying disc suddenly changed color from white to violet and then a deep orange. There was a flash like lightning, in that moment I saw clearly the interior, as if it were nearby and transparent. The angel stood upright under the dome with his arms outstretched toward me. He was dressed in a garment which reached to his ankles, and there were other persons around him that I could not see clearly.
The hovering disc now became a ball of light, and I could hear a soft humming sound. Then all at once it sped away in the direction of the moon and vanished from sight in the twinkling of an eye. Over the trees a kind of mist remained behind, which gradually dissolved in the fresh mountain air.
CHAPTER 3
The First Meeting on the Ground
Raphael was there, about fifty meters away from where I was standing. He was about six feet, three inches tall, and of indeterminate age. His countenance was the same as when he had appeared to me at my house. He looked just the same, and radiated the same beauty. He stood there among the olive trees and smiled at me.
I felt myself drawn to him, and I was filled with an unaccountable joy in his presence. He greeted me warmly. I told him I was overjoyed to meet him, and wanted to say much more, but was unable to, out of sheer excitement.
He bade me to remain calm and said there would be plenty of time and opportunity to clear up all the questions that lay upon my heart. I began to understand how great a sense of concern and responsibility, for the good of the Earth, filled the souls of these great beings from other worlds. I knew not what they did, but I knew with an absolute certainty that they worked for the good of mankind on Earth. Therefore, a profound sense of heartfelt gratitude dominated the feeling of excitement that had almost overcome me at that first meeting with the flying discs.
"I showed myself the first time in my light dimension," he said with a hand movement to indicate himself. "And now you see me in my cosmic form. We will help you to gain a better understanding of these realities. You will remember my telling you that the scriptures record one of my Earthly missions. Many persons believe this to be merely a fable. You, however, can testify to its reality. So many of the reported events in the Bible are seen as abstract or symbolic; nevertheless, they actually did take place, and others will yet occur in the future. If men of Earth will but open their hearts and minds, they will gain much knowledge and learn many truths that are now hidden from them. The moment in history is coming, when your planet collectively will enter an era such as it has never before experienced in all its many thousand year history."
I noted that this great being, for all his simplicity and naturalness, possessed an inner nobility of character and a great depth of understanding of our condition. With sorrow, I reflected upon the overweening pride and arrogance of Earth dwellers, myself included. Who can tell what pains of growth lie ahead of us, before we can attain that degree of goodness and humility!
"How beautiful it is!" exclaimed Raphael, turning toward the scene before us. "Your Earth is one of the most beautiful in the cosmos. But, in spite of that, it is in danger, because of the pride and egotism of those who would risk a destruction of unimaginable proportions. Since earliest times, we have endeavored to help you, to prevent the catastrophe that you are now preparing for the Earth, and to influence you and your actions for the good. However, we can only do that in a way that provides for your own development with complete freedom. Among us there is no desire to use force over other people; we do not lust for power."
His words had an earnest tone, yet I could detect no trace of superiority or condescension, only a deeply felt sorrow, together with great love. Although I did not feel competent to converse on such a weighty topic, I gathered up my courage and asked him, "Does this mean that you would help us in the event that great calamities should befall the Earth?"
"We are all brothers," he answered, "and children of the one universal Father. Our love is unconditional toward all, including those who have chosen to follow paths that lead to misery and death because they stand in opposition to the Creator's universal laws. They do not understand that 'freedom' means to travel the paths of love in their limitless diversity. For only in this direction may true life be found. To misuse the generosity of so good a Heavenly Father is a great evil, and a challenge to that which we revere as godly."
His countenance had assumed a thoughtful expression, though the majesty of his appearance was in no way diminished. Then it again brightened to an affirming smile and he said, "There many things we wish to impart to you. We want you to realize that, in the whole creation, love is stronger than any other reality. This is the magnanimity of our Father-God. Mankind on Earth will have to understand how dangerous it is not to conform to the universal teachings given to them through His great love, and to go against the fundamental laws that govern throughout the cosmos, allowing life to come forth and be sustained. If they do not wish to learn this, then they will experience, in measure corresponding to their error, the purifying power of suffering."
All this was said with sadness and deep concern. Now he added, "But you must go now and seek shelter, for a storm is coming." At that moment, I became aware that the weather had indeed worsened and the mountains of the Tuscany Appenines were already shrouded in low-hanging clouds. It began to rain, and soon there was such a downpour that I could scarcely see my surroundings any longer.
I hastened to find shelter in a nearby chapel but it was almost in vain; my leather jacket was soaked through and through, and my hair likewise. My shoes, socks, and all my hiking gear were thoroughly drenched. It poured mercilessly, and my discomfort grew so great that I was tempted to give up the venture and to look for a dwelling where someone might supply me with a change of clothing. I felt abandoned, and fought with myself, for I was divided on whether to trust Raphael and wait at the appointed site, or seek some other way out of my predicament. I was chilled, tired, and soaking wet. In my miserable state, I turned my spirit toward my celestial visitor, with a plea that he might somehow help me, insofar as was permitted for him to do so.
Then I heard his voice answering me from above. "You are a person of weak faith," he said to me. "Within a short time the clouds will part and the sun will warm you again." The rain began to subside as though in response to his words. Gradually I could see the trees and hills more clearly.
A few minutes later, the sun blinked through the lattice-like openings of the shifting clouds, and the skies grew quickly brighter. It was as though nature had come to my rescue after a hard period of testing. Nevertheless, I was still shivering with cold, and I could not imagine how the sun, which was now close to setting, could possibly dry me off. Again I directed a plea to Raphael that I might be delivered from harm. Then I was still and waited patiently.
Before long, I saw a light coming from the direction of the sun which, as it drew closer, assumed the form of a flying disc with a dome above. It was high above the plain and moved quickly forward until it was hovering above me. Then it began to slowly descend, coming to a stop just overhead. I estimated the distance to be about seventy-five feet.
"Other brothers from Earth," said the voice, "will join you for the next meeting, and also I will have other brothers with me. Soon we shall meet again. Until then, farewell."
The glowing object then rose up high, tipped at an angle to the horizon, described an unbelievably swift trajectory through the sky, and disappeared from sight, I looked at my clothing and discovered that I was completely dry, as though not a drop of water had touched me. I felt renewed in every way.
Suddenly, there appeared high above in the blue sky three groups of flying saucers, clearly visible, undulating in motion, and oval-shaped from my perspective. They soon vanished behind the distant mountains.
It was the twenty-seventh of April, 1980, two days after my trip to Finale.
CHAPTER 4
The Valley of Contact
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Tina, my betrothed, described to me the events of my recent meeting exactly as they had occurred. She explained to me that she had been together with some of her friends on the previous Sunday afternoon, when all of a sudden these things were shown to her in a clear vision. At the same time, a voice within her explained the meaning of the vision, and told her that she would be with me when the promised meeting took place. None of those who were with her at the time were aware of what was going on. A feeling of great happiness and inner peace came over her. She described to me the place where I had been, the subsequent course of events, the encounter that took place, and my great annoyance with the weather. Nothing was left out. I was overcome with amazement, and, above all, I was impressed with the swiftness with which events were unfolding. Most certainly I was happy to have a "witness" to what had happened to me.
I told Tina all about the man from space and how I had first seen him in a great light in my home. Then, she too became interested in looking up the story of Tobias, even as I had done.
We shared our experiences with a few close friends. At night, however, I was tormented by the fear that I had not kept the secret that Raphael had wanted me to. For a long time, I tossed to and fro in bed and told myself now I had surely made a mess of things, and that perhaps Raphael would not want to have anything more to do with me. In the midst of my anxiety, Raphael again let his presence be made known to me.
"Nothing happens without purpose," he said reassuringly. "Don't be fearful. What has happened was forseen. You will invite Tina as well as your friends to the next meeting, and you will accomplish what we then ask you to do." My fears were swallowed up in joy and consolation. In the middle of the night, I telephoned Tina, and finally fell into a deep sleep as morning dawned.
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On the afternoon of May first, we were on the highway going toward Finale. When we arrived at Calice Ligure, we turned off the main road and began ascending the mountain.
At a certain time, Raphael told me that the four friends who had accompanied us should wait at a place several kilometers from the spot where the meeting would take place. I indicated to them where they should stop, and drove on farther with Tina. We came to the place where I had seen the discs the first time. Raphael asked us to continue on until we came to a very steep road. My Fiat 500 had a great deal of difficulty making the climb. It bounced all around because there was no longer an asphalt surface and the road was full of stones. We had to slow down to a snail's pace.
Now and then Raphael would say something, but we could also hear the voices of other brothers who were with him. "That is the valley of contact!" Tina exclaimed, with a shout of irrepressible joy. "I seem to hear voices everywhere." She showed not the least bit of fear, but instead only an eager desire to meet these beings from other worlds.
Just as Raphael had done with me earlier, I now cautioned her to stay calm, remain quiet, and wait patiently. We arrived at a meadow beyond which it became impossible to go farther, and there I parked the car. For the first time I became aware that the day was windy and the skies were gray. But I had no time to dwell upon that, for suddenly we heard footsteps behind us.
I turned around and saw three men coming toward us. I was afraid that Tina would become panic-stricken, but, on the contrary, she got out of the car and went toward them as if she were greeting old friends. I followed after and found myself directly facing Raphael, who was wearing a loose-fitting, silver colored space suit.
He greeted us joyfully, as did also the other two, who were dressed more or less the same way as Raphael, except that their space suits were tighter fitting and darker in color. They were of normal size, and their beautiful features expressed great beneficence and an inner depth of spirit.
They introduced themselves, and said that their names were pseudonyms that were given to them by an Earth brother, George Adamski, who had met them some years ago.
"I am Orthon," said the larger of the two. "My name is Firkon," said the other.
Raphael took me gently by the arm and led me to a small overlook. There he sat down on the grass, and I sat down beside him. The other two space brothers remained a short distance away from us and talked with Tina. I could see their hair moving in the wind, and also Tina's long hair, and her clothing. Great clouds scudded across the darkening skies. Raphael and the others seemed to pay them little heed.
"I, too, was given a pseudonym," said Raphael. "I was named Ramu, but it is well that it should now be known who I really am. What Earth brothers must know is the role that the Heavenly Father has entrusted to us from the dawn of time, in order that their salvation on this planet might be brought about."
I was impressed with the magnanimity and simplicity that radiated from this person. A perfect balance was manifest in all his actions; wisdom and knowledge in all his thoughts. His amiability was sincere and natural.
"The brothers who are waiting below," he added, referring to our four companions who had accompanied us to the foot of the mountain, "will receive adequate reassurance that our meeting took place."
He spoke in perfect Italian, without any trace of an accent. I knew that he need not speak in order to communicate, but it pleased me greatly that he did so, as this made him seem more like one of us.
"The message which we give you," he said, "is for all men of good will on earth. This will be costly for you, for not everyone will believe you, understand you and love you. But we will stand by you and help you. It is an undertaking of love and salvation."
I had no doubt of the kindness and sincerity of his words, although the full import of all he said escaped me. I felt it was right to be concerned with love and salvation, and wanted to do all that I could for the good of others, whatever that might necessitate.
"We wanted to meet with you up here in the mountains, far from the physical and spiritual pollution of the city, in order to tell you that we are now beginning to become manifest to an ever increasing number of Earth people. Some see us only as a lightning-fast streak crossing the heavens; others see lights or signs, or have dreams or visions. To a few we show ourselves, as is now your experience. The result is that the news of our presence and mission is gradually made known to those who have not seen us. There is not much time to lose. If mankind does not see the folly of his behavior, then it is certain that very difficult times lie ahead. This was forseen in the Scriptures, and some people know this to be true; unfortunately, most people do not believe it, thinking that what was written was only a fable."
He was silent and thoughtful for a while, and then resumed, "Today there is a strong wind blowing, but soon there will arise from the four corners of the Earth a much stormier wind that will sweep all clouds before it. The confusion that reigns over Earth today serves to convince but a few persons that all the prophecies which we have given mankind to lead them toward a better life are about to be fulfilled. They have been ridiculed, misunderstood, despised, and even repudiated. And yet, their words have always been fulfilled."
"So much sorrow," he added, with a sigh, "sorrow that Earth brothers could be spared if they could set aside their pride and their reliance on destructive force. If you would renounce the use of evil to fight evil, then your way would be shortened, and you would make enormous strides toward the good." www.universe-people.com www.cosmic-people.com
The wind stormed about in gusts of fury that at times almost took our breath away. It shook the trees and furrowed the grass in the meadow. It seemed a harbinger of the stormy future of our planet that Raphael had been speaking about. Now he looked me directly in the eyes and said, "If you do not become simple and good, and if the spirit of pride and power which is so dominant among you is not conquered, you cannot gain the true knowledge which a proper development allows. It is important that each individual open his heart and mind to an understanding of these truths. Many would deny this, out of insolence and arrogance. By their attitude they make it impossible to allow themselves to be released from spiritual bondage."
I expressed my doubts about the possibility of being able to persuade people to accept such a message from the space brothers, and to change their ways.
"All of this has been said many times before to the people of this planet," said Raphael in answer to my protests, "but it is necessary to speak the truth loudly and clearly in order that those that are ready to hear it can receive it and do likewise. For those who will not believe and accept it, there are other ways of learning, which are all a part of the Heavenly Father's work, and still other, more difficult lessons to follow, in order that no one might be lost or sacrificed to evil. Many of us have come down to Earth since the earliest days, and sometimes have been born in earthly bodies in order to fulfill some particularly difficult assignment, and to confront evil directly. One must first save oneself, before one can carry out the work for which one was born on Earth."
I was astounded at what I had just learned. "Tell me," I asked him, "do people come to Earth from the higher worlds in order to learn how to become good, or to help those who must learn? For it is as if one went into the trenches; first, one must take care not to lose his own life, and then one can fight the enemy, in order to help save one's comrades-in-arms."
"Yes," said Raphael, "but in this battle the weapons are love and wisdom, which require God's grace and patience, and the confidence that the Father's plan of salvation, which is set forth in the Holy Scriptures, will be perfectly fulfilled, in spite of the growing disbelief of mankind. God is called Lord of Hosts. The Bible tells you of a battle between the heavenly hosts and the powers of evil. It is good that the Hosts of the Lord are always present, working diligently for the triumph of the good on Earth,—an invited army in a 'battle' of love and salvation against evil. Our numbers grow ever larger now in this time of our coming to Earth for this great mission. We are many."
"And are they all aware that they are here on mission?" I asked. "Many are not," he answered, "for a veil of forgetting comes over their. so that they have no clear memory of their past. This forgetting is necessary, in order that the lifetime they spend on the planet is not too difficult for them to bear. But afterwards, any soul that belongs to Universal Love and has completed his time on Earth has full knowledge of who he is, what his work was, and the never failing help we gave him from cur side."
I asked, "Does the Scripture speak of this also?"
"Certainly," replied Raphael. "The book of Genesis relates that the sons of God were born on Earth to bring healing to the society of that time, which was already full of evil, and took unto themselves wives from daughters of men of Earth that pleased them. Great efforts toward purification were made in those days in order that the good might gain the upper hand over evil."
This remarkable being was telling me things which I could not possibly fully understand at that time. But I knew that they would stay with me in my thoughts and in my heart. Now, more than ever, I was sure of his goodness and understanding. I was silent and thought about all the things he had told me.
"You will ask," Raphael resumed, "why we don't show ourselves to the inhabitants of Earth openly, or do something great or unusual in order that the truth might be made known to all, that everyone's eyes might be opened, once and for all. These are questions asked by a great many Earth people, at least since the time that Earth became a planet in need of rescue. I tell you now what has already been said and demonstrated to you before: This is not possible, as long as the brothers of Earth will not open their hearts to the Heavenly Father in humility and love. We work for your highest good, and we discern things which escape your error-blinded judgment. We understand when to take action and when to wait.
In other epochs, when things stood differently than they do today, we showed ourselves and led mankind quite openly. However, we cannot use coercion against the gift of free will, which God the Father has given to all his children, and we can state with certainty that the strength of your determination to probe the limits of rebelliousness will bring you even worse troubles than you have already experienced in the days to come.
Throughout the cosmos, it is not permissible for higher developed brothers to violate the freedom of those who still have a long way to go in their own development. So much that is bad can best be fought against after its devastating effect has been experienced by the people themselves, as a consequence of their hardness of heart. This is not because the good has no power to solve problems; on the contrary, it is the shorter way, and the way blessed by the Father."
Raphael stood up, and I did also. "Now we must part," he said.
Tina and the two space brothers, with whom she had been conversing, came over to us.
"We work by every means that we can," said Raphael, "in order that the good will eventually blossom on the Earth. This necessitates on our side a choice of action, always in harmony with the universal laws which are the Heavenly Father's will. Many times these are scarcely understandable to you, because you follow a logic of human might which is opposed to universal love. As a consequence of the limitation of your human understanding, you err when you judge us. Therefore it has been said and written, "Judge not." And yet you do pass judgment on God, on us, and on your brothers. Your judgment is in measure to your own prejudice. When you have arrived at a true understanding, the error of having been judgmental will be revealed to you. For in love lies the true understanding. The planet Earth has less love than the air which the inhabitants breathe."
The wind began to storm again and cause everything to tremble. I thought, when such a kind and amiable brother shows so much concern over conditions on this planet, the situation must be even worse than I, in my ignorance, imagined it to be. We bade one another a loving farewell. Raphael assured us that we would see each other again before long.
They made their way to their craft, which was hidden amidst protective foliage. I had the impulse to follow them. Raphael turned around, and without moving his lips said to me, "not yet. The time will come when you may board our spacecraft, but not at present."
For a moment I stood still. Then, once more, I wanted to go on, but a force held me back so that I had to give up the attempt. Tina waved goodbye, and the brothers turned and again signaled a friendly farewell. Then we saw the disc rise up over the green countryside in a tremendous burst of velocity. It ascended to the clouds in an instant, and disappeared in their midst.
When we arrived at the place in the valley below, where our friends were waiting for us, they told us they had seen the flying discs, and they repeated to us certain parts of the conversation that we had had with the brothers, which they had received telepathically. In a relaxed and happy mood, we turned again homeward, stopping for the evening at a little guest house in Finalboro. We talked about our encounter for many hours before finally going to bed that night.
The next day we set out on the return journey to Genoa.
CHAPTER 5
The Heavenly Being
Raphael spoke to us many times after that meeting, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes during the day. He told us that that method of getting in touch with us was called "cosmic contact," and that by properly directing our thoughts we could be in communication with him any time that we wanted to, in the future.
He also gave us a few rules of caution: whenever we wanted to be in cosmic contact, we should first ask the archangel Michael for his protection.
"Call upon Michael," he said, "and you will have nothing more to fear!" And that is exactly what we did.
One evening, just before going to bed, Raphael said to me, "Let yourself fall into a deep refreshing slumber. You are going to have another visit soon."
I lay very still, thinking about what he had said. I thought about the great gift which I had been vouchsafed, namely, to be in contact with the brothers. I knew that every soul on Earth could speak by means of his mind and spirit to other souls throughout the universe. I became aware that no one in the cosmos is alone, and that the brothers never abandon those who live under the difficult conditions of our planet Earth. They follow, help, and work for the good of those who allow themselves to be helped and guided. Sometimes they do this quite openly, at other times they merely give evidence of their activity, and on still other occasions their help is given in secret ways so that no one is aware of it at all.
I recalled the advice Raphael had given me and stayed as quiet and relaxed as possible. The hours went swiftly by and sleep almost overtook me, yet nothing happened. Then I thought, perhaps the promised visit would come in the form of a dream. Raphael had, in fact, told me that dreams are some times the participation in the life of another cosmic or spiritual dimension within us, and that our seemingly disconnected and senseless dreams may not in reality be that at all.
Now I knew that the brothers from higher worlds revealed themselves to us also in dreams, thus conveying to us real messages singularly appropriate to our need. Moreover, the scriptures are replete with instances in which the Lord God makes known His will to man by means of a dream. Under such circumstances, one is actually far more sensitive than in the conscious state, to the reception of promptings and warnings from above.
I thought about these things and became quite convinced that this would be the way my visitor would come. But just then I caught a glimpse of a soft, many-colored flash of light. Looking more closely, I noted that it seemed to pulse with life. It was as if the hand of some great artist was drawing, in lines of light, the face and form of a man about thirty years of age.
When this masterwork was complete, there before my eyes was the figure of a man of exceptional grace and beauty. I was completely entranced. He was clothed in a white tunic, with a braided cord about the waist. His countenance was lovely beyond description. His brow and all the lines of his face possessed a harmony and peaceful majesty such as I could scarcely before have imagined. He had blue eyes and chestnut brown hair, which fell to his shoulders. A good-looking beard completed this image of light.
This heavenly being radiated a secret deep life-force and an infinite grace, which gave peace. I felt in him an absolutely pure love, and, in his presence, this gradually permeated my whole being.
He came closer to me, with an expression of perfect amiability in his gentle smile. My soul felt completely overpowered, and yet it could recognize its true self in him. In his fine, noble face I saw myself, and I felt within myself the pure, all-consuming love that streamed forth from this being. The feeling of exaltation that I experienced is impossible to describe; I was in a state of perfect inner purification and spiritual wholeness. This luminous presence penetrated every cell of my body, and his radiant beauty evoked a deep sense of peace and longing for goodnes and love.
The vision receded, but it left within me a feeling of indescribable joy. I wanted desperately to know who it was that had visited me. One name rang within me like a sweet melody, but I did not dare to presume it was right. Then came the voice of Raphael: "You will see him again, but in a different guise," he said, and to that he would not add another word.
I spoke with Tina about it. We knew that another meeting with the brothers was supposed to take place on the following Sunday. Our instructions were to start out on the expressway in the direction of Rapallo. We told our friends about it and they said they would be happy to accompany us. Their unfailing and enthusiastic support seemed to me a further gift from the brothers, who by now had become a very real part of our daily lives.
We left the autos at a place in the foothills near Zoagli. Paulo, Anna, Gianna and Roberto remained behind in a meadow. Tina and I went on farther by foot, since the road was no longer passable beyond that point. We climbed the upward sloping path, happy as two children setting out on a vacation together. In spite of the misty weather and cool air, we were perspiring because of the effort of the climb. We noted that that year, 1980, was having more than a normal amount of inclement weather.
We continued on around the hillside until, suddenly, we found ourselves standing before a valley with steeply sloping sides. In the distance we could see the sea and a good stretch of coastline. We decided to sit down and rest awhile, in order to catch our breath. The grass was wet and it looked as though it might rain again at any time.
We put up the umbrella that we had brought with us and began once more to climb. We had gone only a few steps when our attention was caught by a soft, low-pitched humming sound. We looked up and saw a large disc circling high above us as if searching for a place to land.
The agility with which the flying object moved was truly remarkable. It had no burning lights, and seemed to be dark silver in color. We felt oppressed, as though our whole bodies might be crushed. Tina cried out, "Raphael, what is the matter?" I tried, by means of cosmic contact, to ascertain just why we had this strong feeling of pressure, which by now was causing us no small amount of anxiety. The stifling feeling grew more intense. Then the disc withdrew into the distance, and immediately we began to feel well again.
The voice of Raphael spoke to us, "We wanted to let you experience this sensation of pressure, in order that you might better understand how you must undergo a certain amount of purification and reorientation of your life energies with each new meeting with us. Your planet is in an impure state because the heart of man is impure. The Earth is out of harmony, and disintegrating vibrations, like the scourges that lash her sorrowing multitudes, create ever-widening zones on the planet where the life energies are undermined. One day you will comprehend the reality of these conditions which are beyond the grasp of your limited science. Those few who have begun to realize the true situation are misunderstood and left alone."
I heard what Raphael was saying to us and was fearful, lest the sensation of stifling oppression overtake us again.
"Now we are going," came the voice of Raphael from the disc. "Follow the path. We will meet again farther up."
Because of the rain and the mud, we continued the climb with considerable difficulty. The wet grass was slippery, and we grasped at the lush growth to pull ourselves forward. At last, we came to a broader footpath that led to a little meadow. We had scarcely arrived when we saw the disc, standing there on the ground just a few dozen meters from us. I was surprised to see that it seemed level in spite of the sloping ground on which it rested. This was apparently accomplished by varying the lengths of the supporting members between the disc and the three-ball landing gear, thus maintaining perfect balance.
"How wonderful!" Tina cried out.
Between us and the disc, a few meters distant, stood Raphael. The rain had noticably decreased, but this man from space did not seem to be the least wet. He greeted us heartily and came closer.
"It is good to be able to meet with you up here," he said. "What a beautiful spot on planet Earth this is!"
Tina called our space farer's attention to the fact that our visits almost always seemed to take place in the rain.
"That won't always be the case," answered Raphael, "but the Earth must be cleansed. Much water will yet have to flow, and not that alone."
Tina then said that she was really very happy, and that the rain seemed to be quite a normal part of our meetings; that she understood the idea of a needed cleansing very well, which this indispensable natural element illustrated so perfectly.
Raphael invited us to listen closely to the voice of the rain. He said that mankind was more and more losing its sense of oneness with nature. "To regain this perspective," he continued, "would be the key to being healed of many of the evils that now plague mankind."
We stood in silence. Only the whispered patter of raindrops falling on leaves and grass could be heard. Yet, in the drenched surroundings and the gray atmosphere, there was a quality of vibrant life because of the presence of this being.
"If the people of Earth do not return to a state of peace with creation, and do not learn to relate harmoniously with nature, she will not reveal her heart to them. They will not be able to develop further, in spite of all their scientific discoveries."
"True knowledge, which the higher development of the Creator's children brings with it, includes the reality of the infinitude of worlds within the universe, which reaches far beyond the realm of only material dimensions. Your science, which researches matter only, and does not concern itself at all with that which goes beyond it, can lead you only to a knowledge of the superficialities of creation, with the great danger that the most important part will be overlooked. This is the reason why your achievements are constantly misapplied."
By this time the rain had ceased falling and we had again put down our umbrella. Raphael was leaning lightly against a tree, and every so often he would sweep the scene with a look of keen intensity, as if in wonder at the blossoming plant life all around us. We suspected that our meeting might be drawing to a close.
Raphael invited us to come with him a little way in the direction toward the spot where the disc was resting on the ground. "Your science," he continued, "must learn to recognize its limitations. Matter cannot be master over matter. When man is awakened to the fact that true knowledge comes in other ways as well, science will also be a help on the chosen path. So, as you now are, and wish to remain, we will never be able to give you higher knowledge. You would want to use it for your purposes of human power, and therefore in dangerous ways. To that end you are even prepared to bring about disorder and pollution in the region of space surrounding the Earth. You will find us vigilant, however, for it will not be permitted that you should unleash death and destruction over the whole planet."
We walked slowly together across the meadow. Raphael, tall and majestic, was between Tina and me. His step was light and sure; his shoes seemed to be made of a material that was copper-colored and as light as a feather. He wore a fairly tight-fitting space suit, also of a coppery tone. "You belong to the brotherhood of universal love," I said. "What, then, is the meaning of your statement that you would not allow dangerous Earthman to expand his activity unchecked into outer space?"