UFOs — Key to the New Age
Arthur Shuttlewood's third book about his experiences and research of unexplained phenomena begins with four photographs of crop "depressions" including "Two 50-feet-long furrows lying parallel to each other in the corn field at Cradle Hill." (shown below) One caption mentioned a "triangular patch swirled around in whirligig style."
Reflecting about his telephone callers from the planet Aenstria and the encounter with the Aenstrian named Karne chronicled in his first two books (reviewed in preceding blog articles 1 and 2), Shuttlewood wrote ". . . it might be worthwhile to consider the words Ka, Karne and inCARNation, also the planet Cantel." He explained: "If we dare imagine that Aenstria is the Alpha planet, could their prime message have been: ‘You CAN TELL (Cantel) the truth of InCARNation to earth peoples now.' Their continual references to the importance of 'Remember—the light from the SUNS shines upon us all' were perhaps even more relevant . . . Their warnings, given in September and October of 1965, before I had personally seen one of their craft, were certainly shrewd assessments of the dangers our planet has accumulated for itself at the present period."
A January 18, 1970 night sighting by Shuttlewood with the former national vice-chairman of the UFO research organization Contact UK, John Roseweir, was called "a singularly unusual experience."
What transpired was singular because it produced the first UFO of this extraordinary type ever seen in our portion of the world and scattered further threads from cosmic cobwebs of complexity at Cradle [Hill], focal point of so many aerial mysteries for over six years.
Silently it glided into view at exactly 9:30 p.m. from the south-west and hovered for a total of twenty seconds almost due south of our position on the approach road to Cradle by the now-familiar metal gates. The ellipsoid was pure gold in color and suspended at a height of about fifty feet above ground level, between the wooded eminence of Cop Heap and the sloping shoulder of the Warminster Downs edged by the greens of West Wilts Golf Club. Over the sun-disc aeroform was a silvery plume which, in face of a stiff and blustery south-east breeze, was motionless and unwavering. It reminded us of exotic plumage from a rare tropical bird; or the plume of feathers surmounting the armoured helmet of a knight in olden times.
From the bottom half of the UFO a dark triangle or pyramid shape was clearly visible at a later phase before blackout. We both estimated estimated the craft to be no more than a mile distant from the viewing base, the ellipsoid probably of thirty feet overall dimension as it met our wondering gaze squarely when we clambered excitedly from the vehicle. Immediately prior to this colourful eruption John and I were seriously discussing megalithic crosses and monoliths, also the recurrence of the figures of '3' and '9' in progressive stages of UFO sightings and research, significance of the Great Pyramid at Gizeh coupled with Stonehenge, why the Buddha consecrated '9' as a sacred number of great importance in the universal scale of things and the eight-fold path his followers take to Nirvana, plus recent haywire and inconsistent scientific instrument readings of whatever power forces are generated beneath the area of the Sphinx, etc., difficult to compute with any degree of finality.
Shuttlewood reported that on February 18 he was attending a dinner at the Old Bell Hotel when a short stroll resulted with another sighting of "the pyramid-carrying UFO." Then a portentous pattern emerged.
. . . Firstly, against a dark backcloth of blue, a silver circle appeared. Then a distinct cross lighted up the centre of the globe. From each terminal of the silver cross the figure '9' flashed with terrific brilliance . . .You will note that it is literally full, choc-a-bloc of nines! Add any two numbers together and the answer is always the inescapable NINE. For example, 360 and 180 total 540=9. Or 270 with 225=495=18=9 . . . Follow the reckoning process?
Shuttlewood's consideration of the incident brought the conclusion, "There is definite evidence of a higher power or intelligence at work in and on our Earth at this vital juncture or crossroad of a changing planet; and it behoves us to make up our minds as to which path to pursue from now on." Later in the book, Shuttlewood wrote:
Remember the pyramid craft in an earlier chapter and the recurrence of '999'? This did not surprise one particular friend of mine, who pointed out that no matter how much and by what quantities the figure nine is multiplied, the remaining or resulting digits will always tot up to nine. You can multiply it by millions, billions or trillions—and always the inevitable NINE will be the final answer in the total.
Another momentous sighting occurred on April 9, 1968. "I went for a walk that night along Vicarage Street, Warminster . . . Call it an intuitive summons—for everyone has doubtless felt an unexplainable urge to do something or go somewhere without knowing why—but there was a surprise sequel at journey’s end for me on this occasion."
At first nothing was visible in the darkened sky except swirling cloudbanks, brought into relief by a small light near the wall. As I had done during my walk, I pondered on why I had not gone up Cradle Hill in my restless mood instead of turning unhesitantly to the right when leaving the house. As I so mused, and barely seconds after my arrival in the lane, a shape resembling a giant bird with wings outstretched (though not moving or making a sound) came from the south-west and hovered immediately overhead. It was amethyst in hue, pulsing from bright to dull at brief intervals, a vivid crimson at its midsection. Not only could I discern the unmoving wings of the "bird" fuselage: the head, beak and fantailed rear were all present in the aeroform.
It was a weird UFO, uncanny and otherworldly in the extreme. Never before had I seen anything so strange and awe-inspiring in flight.
Then—accept or reject, as you will—an insistent buzzing voice echoed in my very brain. It throbbed and surged through my mind . . . All it said repeatedly, in unison with each succeeding pulsation of the craft glow, was: "Phoenix, phoenix." After which, total sighting time no more than three minutes, it sailed forward like a long-prowed ship of the air towards the downland near Cradle Hill . . .
. . . I looked in a dictionary to find the precise meaning of the word "phoenix," which tinkled a far-off bell in memory from schooldays. I had heard the name before somewhere, sometime, associating it with the unreal and legendary. The book told me it was indeed a fabulous bird that "rose again from the ashes."
It is also a symbol of immortality, of life everlasting. This is profound and mysterious. After a unique experience that I naturally hesitated to publish in my last UFO work, I took the most simple and direct route to truth, here.
Here is how Shuttlewood described a sighting on June 7, 1969. He asked, "What can one sensibly construe from the following episode in the long UFO sighting saga at Warminster?" He reported: ". . . five persons were atop Cradle Hill . . . The sky was blue and clear. It was far short of dusk and only the huge planet Jupiter rode high above our heads with its lovely silver-crystal texture of light."
During a lull in our talking, an object which outshone and excelled Jupiter suddenly came towards our group from the direction of Cop Heap, where Robert Chapman of the Sunday Express enjoyed his startling Warminster sightings as described in his book on UFOs.
It was apparently no more than thirty feet in altitude and soundless. When level with where we stood, it probably measured a few yards maximum in length. At one juncture, slowing its speed rate near us, we felt instinctively that we could have thrust out our hands and literally grasped it. The object was then much lower in height, limned against the sombre backcloth of Battlesbury yet so very close to us. Here is the most revealing detail, perhaps: it had the clearcut image of a long, silver sword, flying blade foremost and its gleaming hilt discernible in soft light as it temporarily hovered before racing towards Imber. The instant effect on us was one of intense warmness, surprise, mild shock. What precisely had we seen? Excalibur? The Sword of Mikaal or Michael?
Was it a prevision of the Sword of Holy Spirit to be wielded by Christ at the Second Coming? Your guess is as valid as ours, although it was probably a portent of something profound, highly spiritual, we agreed in retrospect. Gwen, Ernest and I definitely decided it was swordlike in form; but Jean and David beheld only the coolly glittering length of it as it lanced through the air with silvery splendour. It did not match any previous sightings mentioned in Warnings from Flying Friends or The Warminster Mystery.
As with his previous books, Shuttlewood's metaphysical pondering and speculations in UFOs: Key to the New Age encompass diverse areas of worldly involvement and esoteric lore, along with some accounts that Shuttlewood was willing to consider although I found them dismissible. A letter in Shuttlewood's possession "written in 1922 from Port Elizabeth, South Africa" was "from one who fifty years ago opted for 'the ordeal of choice through which it is necessary for certain highly-placed members of the Inner Circle to pass before attaining the right to share in the government mentally of the millions who belong to the Brotherhood and who are the channels through which mental control is directed.'"
There are other vague references to such diverse topics as the Pastor [Charles Taze] Russell sect, people remembering previous lives in hypnosis, and Amen-Ra. One chapter considers aerial phenomena observed in North-east London from December 1969 to February 1970 with a brief mention of superstitious perspectives of ouija boards and black magic. Another chapter offers a reference to "the ley line findings of Jimmy Goddard and the orthoteny ideas of Aime Michell." Shuttlewood also divulges his own research into "legends that abound around the Cradle Hill area of Warminster."
Here are some of Shuttlewood's comments about "the infamous Men in Black" as he wondered, "Are they figments of overheated imagination and fear of the unknown, or do they really carry out oddly sinister roles and experiments as recorded by so many UFO authors, particularly in the States?"
From a distance it is difficult to judge their authenticity, so it would be unwise to brand them all as concoction to provoke Earth wrath—the "invasion impending" scaremongering—or sops to sensationalism that sells more books of ordinary writers who reap extra dollars in consequence. All we do know, with certainty, is that many of the so-called hostile actions just did not occur; and that so-called testifiers of maltreatment from Ufonauts simply do not exist in fact. As a reporter I have to check facts very carefully and can but stress that truth begets truth and lies beget lies. Where antagonism has taken place, it is usually primitive fear and suspicion of Man of Earth that has triggered off negative reaction.
. . . hostile and malevolent behaviour from the air has been notable by its very absence, unless one excepts attacks on Bob Strong and Sybil Champion in late 1966. Although the burly young man responsible was dressed in airman's blue, we do not for one instant think that our Air Ministry were behind-the-scenes culprits. Bob was out with me one night, sky-watching, when the stranger clad in blue, with a rucksack on his shoulders, called at his home in Queensway. He was undoubtedly aware of Bob's absence from home and anxious to take away and destroy UFO negatives locked in the former bomber crewman's room upstairs.
Then aged ten, a daughter of my team-mate answered the door, telling the caller her father was not at home after he had mumbled something about photos. He brutally pushed her to one side, cracking her head against the hall wall. Then the intruder began to climb the bedroom stairs, just as two husky teenaged sons of Bob came on the scene—one from the kitchen, one from a bedroom. Summing up a nasty situation, they roughly bundled the Man in Blue (or Black?) from the house and tended to their injured sister. At the house of Sybil, a tall man in blue called and asked for her several times. So persistent was he that Sybil finally threatened to call her father, big-shouldered Alfred Cope, to the house to deal with the big man. He took the hint: there were no further calls, nor attempts to break into either home. Apart from a number of foolish "lay off" phone calls that I ignored, and japers playing silly tricks by sending me to alleged landing sites that have obviously not been disturbed by anything more alien that a contented herd of cattle, there had been no such trouble at my flat.
If there are Men in Black on this planet, intent on scotching and suppressing all news about UFOs and pictorial evidence of spacecraft, they are mainly Earth-inspired minions of the hush-hush boys. A silencing group, as hinted by several leading pioneers in this exciting if materially unrewarding research sphere, undoubtedly is controlled by Big Business interests.
M.I.B. stories have aroused controversy and a little alarm among UFO stalwarts. It is better to ignore them as generally exaggerated and untrustworthy at this time.
Shuttlewood included anecdotes about dreams in his third book, chronicling another facet of his personal experiences.
I rarely dream, but one sleeping experience is remembered with startling clarity because it occurred three nights running. I was living in a country cottage. It was a perfect summer day. Suddenly the whole sky blackened and I thought a storm was brewing. It began as thin slivers of darkness that spread into uniform opaqueness. Then as I gazed upward at the swirling eddies of darkened movement, they resolved into starkly defined bodies of UFOs. There were literally thousands of them coming down to land on every inch of meadow land for miles around. Aghast at first, then overcoming fear that raised painful lumps in stomach and chest, I rushed into the kitchen and warned my mother and eldest sister, Irene, to get the kettle on: we would be entertaining strangers. . . .
In a long line, the visitors came towards the cottage door, having dismounted from their machines. I went out to meet them and—strangely—recognised each and every one. All were clad in close-fitting brown suits, hooded around head, neck and shoulders. Even so, I noted blue and brown eyes, fair, dark and auburn hair, the women’s locks tucked into the hoods. "Come in and have a cup of tea," I invited, although dreading the disclosure that we only had six cups and saucers among our kitchenware. They all managed to cram into the living-room, how I do not know, and all faces bore a gentle smile as I rushed out to see if the promised tea was ready for the unexpected guests. Surprisingly, my sister and mother came in with trays full of cups and saucers, former filled with steaming tea. Everyone present had a cup immediately with no waiting. I was relieved, pleased, reminded even in the dream of the story of the few loaves and fishes that once fed a multitude. . . .
I recall saying to one Ufonaut: "You kept the grocery shop at the corner of Brown Street in our old home town. Do you remember me coming in for groceries when I was about eight?" He simply gazed back and smiled, a sweet-sad smile that expressed neither yea nor nay. (After waking, on all three occasions, I simply did not know Brown Street, a grocery shop, or such a "home town" as existed in my dream.) I asked a number of visitors, male and female: “Why are you here? Why have you come in such numbers to this Earth?" And, apart from that perpetually wistful smile on every countenance, the same reply was given in each case: "We have travelled back in Time to help you." The fact that this vivid dream sequence was repeated thrice must mean something? Bob Strong, too, has had unusual and rather frightening dreams—almost nightmares—from time to time. A recurring one was a meeting on jungle path with a black leopard. The animal seemed friendly at first—then sprang at Bob and clawed his arm. This dream recurred for three months before he fell sick, taking an outdoor job at Longleat because of dreadfully cold extremities, eventually diagnosed as diabetes.
One memorable day he was sitting beside the driver of an open-backed safari van at the Longleat Lions enterprise, ready to distribute chucks of raw meat to the animals in the reserve on Lord Bath's estate by casting it from the rear of the moving truck. On this occasion everything went haywire. The path of the van was blocked. It was unable to keep moving because of a larger vehicle in front—and before Bob knew what was happening or could take measures to protect himself a huge hungry beast hurtled into the back of the wagon and clawed for a joint of meat near Bob. My companion on hundreds of sky-watches felt the flesh of wrist and hand ripped apart. He suffered many stitches in the bleeding wound during hospital treatment later. The driver managed to accelerate and throw the lion off before the damage worsened.
These dream incidents bring to mind some of my own experiences, including one mentioned in a previous blog post. Theoretical associations of space visitors with time travel has become a theme found in many UFOlogy books; however, experiences of my own indicate that it may be more appropriate to postulate that what becomes discernible through considering manifestations of 'paranormal phenomena'—similar to Shuttlewood's conclusion of a "Supreme Universal Force"—is a 'Life Force' intrinsic to human nature that is not constricted by our individual earthly physical limitations relating to space and time. Shuttlewood professed:
We must adapt our thinking processes, mental machinations, attitudes and detective instincts to fresh scientific possibilities, when dealing with beings from other worlds more advanced than our own, even if one of the latter is an invisible planet that interpenetrates our own sphere as is signified by lights "dissolving" near to ground level.
Here are entities or life forms that—by their very modus operandi—obviously originate from vastly different planes, dimensions and existences. They stimulate our unused faculties of reasoning and deduction, spurring us on to cast our nets of imagination into a sea of future discoveries whose depths are limitless. They present logic which to our mundane minds is totally illogical and confront us with mysteries unsolvable that are plain common sense to them.
Are our flying friends endeavouring to illustrate to our limited faculties the indisputable fact that for every "solid" world there is a matching "invisible" one, whose denizens guard and guide in periods of acute emergency the evolution of the backward physical sphere and its more materialistic peoples? Because they are endowed with power they are trusted to use creatively and constructively, having earned that privilege, they watch over us and our impulsive actions with diligence and loyalty, compassion and love if you prefer, of a very noble order: a parental care that tries to steer our world away from catastrophic disasters of our own manufacture, concerned and mutely watching, waiting, praying . . .
. . . it is "they" who could be the Wise Ones of Reality, the Ancients of Days and the Giants of Past, Present and Future; we the miniature "images" or "likenesses" in embryo of their radiating power and knowledge, until we become as they without eternal prompting from great teachers. "The Kingdom of Heaven is Within . . ."
A salient lesson to learn is that there is no dividing line between Natural Science and Universal Spirit. Both are inseparables essences of Truth. God, or any preferred alternative in name fitting the perfect pattern of all Creation in Nature, is not a grand old man with a beard.
At the time of publication for UFOs — Key to the New Age, Shuttlewood expected this to be his final work on the subject yet this didn't prove feasible considering his understanding of the importance of his experiences. He later published three more books, beginning with The Flying Saucerers in 1976.
The previous anecdotes presented in my reviews of Shuttlewood’s books about UFOlogy might be dismissed as foolishness or insanity by readers who are unfamiliar with the scope of 'unexplained phenomena' as presented in innumerable books from different countries and epochs. The opportunity to understand the examples being shared will become clearer for readers who have considered case studies described in previous series of articles at this blog about 'visitors from the ascended realm,' 'spiritual healing,' 'channeling,' 'flying saucer contactees,' 'Instrumental Transcommunication,' Madame Blavatsky, the 'Michael Pattern,' Spiritualism and mediumship, and 'Talking Poltergeist' cases. The gamut of 'paranormal phenomena' considered by Shuttlewood show the futility of those clamoring for proof without first considering what aspects of reality are of greatest significance in discerning the meaning of the evidence.
While Shuttlewood mentioned in his third book ". . . it is too premature to present individual findings about the '9' and '3' portents," other books about transcendental sources of communication offer information concerning the significance of the number 9 (among a variety of pop culture references that include the 1959 movie with Bela Lugosi "Plan 9 from Outer Space" and the 1968 Beatles composition "Revolution No. 9").
Andrija Puharich's case study Uri: A Journal of the Mystery of Uri Geller (1974) begins with an account of Dr. D. G. Vinod going into a trance and a voice unlike his own saying "M calling: We are Nine Principles and Forces, personalities if you will, working in complete mutual implication." Other books dealing with Puharich and 'The Nine' are Memories of a Maverick (1998) by H. G. M. Hermans, Briefing For The Landing On Planet Earth (1977) by Stuart Holroyd, and The Only Planet of Choice: Essential Briefings from Deep Space (1993) compiled by Phyllis V. Schlemmer & Palden Jenkins, who present observations compiled from Schlemmer's many years as the channel/trance medium for the entities presented in this work as the 'Council of Nine' with the spokesbeing for the Nine known as 'Tom.' While both the Schlemmer and Holroyd books feature some of the same transcript material, Holroyd's offers a biographical account of the sequence of events involving the key participants in the channeling sessions: Puharich, Schlemmer and John Whitmore.
One of Tom's most repeated observations is that Earth is unique in all of the universe for upon this planet there is freedom of will. A statement in the Schlemmer book attributed to Tom regards the possibility for atmospheric collapse as soon as 1998: "If the peoples upon your planet Earth do not come into sensibleness, they will eliminate themselves."
Tom identifies the Council of Nine as "nine principles of the Universe that in collectivity are one." A publisher's website for The Only Planet of Choice includes a background article about the book that begins with the question, "Did you know that Gene Roddenberry researched background material for his Star Trek series with a distinguished international group, using a medium?"
In Chapter Six of his book, Holroyd describes unexpected synchronicity observed by Puharich, Schlemmer and Whitmore when the three are on a mission to Israel assigned them from the entities they nicknamed 'the Management' ("the extra-terrestrial intelligences" communicating with them). A visit to Amirim, a village in the hills of Galilee, resulted with the three accepting an invitation to watch a special Hannuka entertainment in the village hall.
One item in the entertainment made a particular impression on John, Phyllis and Andrija.
A painted screen was brought on stage. It had a twofold frame and therefore consisted of three panels. On the lower half of each panel were painted three figures, curiously slant-eyed and unearthly looking beings. On the top half were mushrooms of the Amanita muscaria type (the 'Sacred Mushroom' that Andrija had written about in his book of that title). The symbolism was so obviously apt to their situation that John, Phyllis and Andrija all registered it independently while the screen stood on stage and they were waiting for the sketch to begin. It was not only the way that the nine figures were arranged in three groups of three, but also the fact that they each had over their heads this mushroom, for in recent communications Tom had referred to the umbrellas they now regularly used as 'mushrooms.'
Then, as if to reinforce the already staggering impression made upon the visitors, when the sketch began nine children danced out from behind the screen carrying umbrellas. Once again, it seemed, synchronicity was at work, and the three could not help wondering whether their visit to this place was as accidental as it seemed.
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