Warnings from Flying Friends
Caption for photo seen on the cover: "Between Chitterne and Tilshead, near Warminster, 2:45 p.m. Taken January 23rd, 1967. Original in colour. Photo by Bob Strong."
A summary of Warminster sighting experiences was offered by Shuttlewood.
We have made a number of interesting discoveries about these elegant spaceships and their crews. UFOs take the vari-coloured shapes of glowing spheres, luminous peardrops, ovular jewels that range from blood red rubies to winking diamonds of flashing light; from lustrous grey daytime pearls of shimmering surface to fiery green emeralds that decorate the nocturnal heavens with fluorescent brilliance, transparent opals to dense white cigar aeroforms.
Seen through a three-inch telescope at night, a hovering spacecraft is a glorious firefly of radiating colour changes, pulsating from centre to outward edges in a continuous stream of flickering and living energy patterns, with white, amber, green, red and blue predominating.
The most common daylight variety is a gunmetal grey that sparkles with silvery majesty when sunrays strike it through lurking fleecy clouds. Basic shapes are round, bell and long or torpedo. Sizes vary, we find, as do conventional aircraft designed for differing tasks and responsibilities on our native planet.
The majority of these phenomena are distant and silent in motion, as are smaller types invariably, unless and until they swoop close to the ground—then a distinctive buzzing or droning is audible, reminiscent of millions of swarming bees in a large echo chamber. On Cradle Hill, we see UFOs very low in altitude about once in every thirtieth clear night, on average.
Crimson bellied monsters that shed bright cones of light over the surrounding countryside are also among lesser seen UFOs. They hover over hilltops and have an odd carrying role. Wingless and massive, they swish over the 'targets' with a peculiar whistling noise, to poise there in lambent glory.
Swaying tentacles are dropped from the underside of the craft, down which slide and writhe smaller brethren that resemble agile ants, usually red or orange in colour. These industrious minions probe hilltops and dance over marshy ground before returning as if on coiling ropes to the main superstructure that gives them birth.
Whatever their primary mission and aim, they are a strange sight to behold, the slender ribbons of red down which the minions swarm and slither of an impermanent quality.
Especially active in speckling the sky over Cradle Hill, the most common UFO is what I can only term 'a thinking light' or 'brain beacon.'
They are tiny, flitting mosquitoes in movement; simply bright lights of circular physique that change direction rapidly, sometimes at bewildering speeds.
Shuttlewood identified 1968 as a significant year for human transformation: "On May 16th of 1968 we left the Piscean Age and entered the Aquarian. The symbolic fish have died, the water of a new cycle now washing our consciousness in cosmic cleansing. . . . marshalled by the Great White Brotherhood, Sons of Light, Archangels, Angeloi or Masters of Interplanetary Existence . . . Man advances the more he sharpens his insight on the psychic, paraphysical, paranormal and superconscious planes of dimension that stem from fruitful and self-effacing meditation on things that count in giving Life purpose. These pursuits are closely allied to religion (The Art of Correct Living) in its richer and broader perspective."
Shuttlewood appraised his earlier failures to comprehend the meaning of the evidence collected with his two companions who dedicated themselves to exploring the UFO phenomena as his "skywatching team-mates" — photographer Bob Strong, previously a Royal Air Force bomber crewman, and "housewife observer" Sybil Champion.
Acute disappointment resulted from early efforts, however, in the main. Instead of UFOs on film, all we ended up with were bizarre shapes—of animals, birds, dish, serpents, pyramids in series of triangles, stone columns and arches, ridges illustrative of stairways or ladders . . . How the 'experts' and cynics would have reviled us, had we shown them these peculiarities, seriously purporting them to be UFOs!
Not oblivious to this, yet extremely puzzled by the odd impressions, we destroyed most of these negatives and prints.
Thankfully, when we were verging on pulling out from an uneven contest, from investigation of an enigma that gave no encouragement of final success to the serious student, as though sensing our acute dismay and shivering disconsolation on lonely hilltops, the crews of the alien airships changed their tactics and allowed us more convincing glimpses of spacecraft physique on film.
Warnings From Flying Friends chronicles the progression of the diverse phenomena witnessed by Shuttlewood, who also continued to present other people's testimonials that impressed him, including about astronauts' sightings and reports published in the Soviet Union.
Photos in the book show a variety of light formations in the night sky. Due to the wide range of events that he, himself, might have regarded as impossible prior to his own experiences, Shuttlewood continued to expect many readers to be unwilling to accept his data. He acknowledged this while describing a 1967 landing.
After a positive landing of a cone shaped UFO that dropped like a fiery stone to the copse, before veering immediately to a final resting place about 1,000 yards away and near a second wooded belt to our right, as can be supported by over two dozen people with us that early morning, I advised onlookers to stay at a safe distance while I explored the area.
The landed airship was shooting out beams of bright light from a conical and revolving rim. It will tax the credulity of the reader too harshly if I recount, at this stage, exactly what transpired some 300 yards from the glowing UFO, and 'whom' I spoke to near a Rustic gate separating two large fields. Perhaps I can steel myself to narrate this story in another book.
The spaceship blacked out after six minutes and I went along by a hedgerow skirting the edge of both copses.
Right above my head came the awesome sound of a gigantic bird flapping leaden wings.
It was a heavy, thumping noise, so ponderous that the whole hedge trembled under my palms and my hands were lifted by the sheer vibrationary power pulsing beneath them.
The phenomenon passed. My eyes saw nothing to mark the winged monster’s flight. This has been a great mystery to me since, unsolvable. When I suffered another similar experience, a fortnight later, I was in company with another male.
At the same location, Cradle Hill copse, Shuttlewood and his two companions witnessed a 'ghost' light that they first assumed to be a light on a bicycle.
As it left the tree-darkened undergrowth, we saw it was certainly no cyclist, nor was it conceivably of Earth construction.
Sometimes ball-like in appearance, at other times almost cylindrical, it weaved a little from side to side as we hotly chased it along the track by the hedgerow. It went straight through a high gate—around which was barbed wire fencing—without stopping or soaring upward to negotiate the top of the barrier. Straight through! That made us gasp . . .
Sybil came up in rear of us while we stood there, by the gate, puffing and panting from concentrated efforts to catch the glowing circle, now receding far into the distance towards Imber. Bewildered, we shook disbelieving heads and muttered in annoyance at the escape of the small spheroid.
Sybil leaned against the hedge and laughed at our nonplussed attitude. She pointed out: "Whatever it was, it obviously knew us pretty well. I am not a bit frightened. Are you?" I looked at Bob. He gazed askance at me. Then we both burst into peals of laughter.
. . . this lighthearted release of tension did wonders to restore our faith that these UFO occupants are not hostile. They were testing us—and we felt it to be more reasonable to laugh and joke about an inexplicable experience than sob with emotion or cower with fear, which was unjustified.
Unexpected "trifling pointers" such as lost property being invariably found after apparent "conjuring acts" and a UFOlogist finding tape-recorder components "laid in reverse order on top of the mechanizm" inspired Shuttlewood to observe, "Our investigating trio have encountered many mind-taunting puzzles like these, mystifying and challenging in the extreme, confronting us at regular intervals . . . entities capable of manifesting in a duality of physical and spiritual forms, of solid and astral shapes, have been industriously at work to make disbelievers goggle at impossible feats."
Cynics laughed when hearing of a modest claim I was able to make by July of 1966 that I had reached a stage on Cradle Hill where I could persuade UFOs to descend to low altitude with the aid of certain light patterns shone from beams of a torch into the night sky. This small measure of personal contact has been achieved by a mixture of patient and persevering methods, helped by uncanny foreknowledge of UFO appearances stemming from experience.
Shuttlewood admitted having withheld some of the details of his experiences: "When true narratives of personal experience were laughed at and unwisely scorned by the obtuse 'experts,' we withdrew and kept certain information strictly to ourselves in future . . . I may relate these landing details (we saw several spacecraft touch down on Earth in April, May, August and September of 1967) in a future book, when space visitors have impressed their presence more strongly on people's minds. . . . our team are inclined to forget the vital point that we have been active in close studies of UFOs at Warminster, and so favoured by contacts impossible for an unseeing majority to place absolute trust in, not having experienced them."
Shuttlewood began a chapter entitled "Bizarre Changes of Form and Dimension" by asking the reader to carefully study the story presented by a well-known Warminster couple before judging them. He noted that, "They do not hanker for notoriety or dubious fame. Their character and standing in Warminster are high." The account begins with an initial UFO sighting that occurred as their car engine began to seize, choke and sputter. The woman was in the passenger seat as she saw a spaceship swoop down to the front of the car and swiftly upward.
The man, however, felt two terrific stabbing pains, high up on either side of his chest. He collapsed at the wheel, slumping over while managing to break the vehicle to a halt.
Shortly after this, he "received a strange phone call, urging him to be at Heaven's Gate, on the Longleat Estate of Lord Bath, at 9 p.m. three days later. He and the woman went on the Thursday, not knowing what to expect, staying in the car park opposite."
At three minutes past the appointed hour, the female espied a UFO. It tilted from side to side, overhead, then flew straight to Heaven's Gate and dropped with the suddenness of a stricken bird. The two companions keeping a weird assignment with the unknown clambered over chainlink fencing and tore across the grass.
They sped along the avenue, between trees and bushes, and on the downward slope just beyond the 'gate' proper (one has a glorious view of stately Longleat House from here) was the saucer. Shocks were in store for the middle-aged couple.
It ceased to spin, the glow lessened in intensity, as it virtually lay on the sloping ground. They found it difficult, almost impossible, to grasp an amazing fact which staggered them in that tense moment . . . The craft was literally no larger than a soup plate! The two rendezvous keepers gasped.
Then a golden ladder, fine in texture as gossamer, appeared from the base of the miniature spaceship, down which climbed tiny elfin figures no more than four inches in height. There were more than two dozen of them altogether. Stepping away from the landed craft, now blacked out, each in turn zoomed up to the height of the man and woman standing there, dumbstruck, aghast and refusing to credit the testimony of their eyes.
They shook hands with the two Warminster people politely. They were perfectly normal and friendly, as though knowing them well. After a few minutes of small talk, inconsequential yet enlivened by broad smiles from the 'visitors,' they invited the male to take a journey with them in their machine to see some of the hidden wonders of his own world.
Staggered still, yet no longer fearful in face of their warming presence, he agreed. The woman was left behind, holding the car keys and personal effects. To her further amazement, all were dwarfed in size—including her companion, this time. They ascended the golden ladder, cobweb fine.
A whistling noise accompanied the lift-off, the craft rising with a spinning and slightly agitated motion until in free flight. It became larger as it soared up, stopping momentarily well above the treetops before continuing its flight. It soon faded from sight.
The woman, alone in the darkness, waited there for eight hours until past 5 a.m., when her friend returned, dismounted in pygmy stature from the reminiaturized craft and assumed normal height of almost six feet on nearing her.
I will quote what she told me, descriptive of her mixed emotions as he went into the shining spacecraft with the occupants at about 9.10 p.m. "Arthur, you may think me mad—that is up to you and makes no difference to me. But I swear it is true.
"I could have stooped down, plucked the saucer from the ground and held it in one hand, everyone aboard, it was so small. When I saw B— reduced in size, the same as the others, before he went up the ladder into the machine, my heart almost broke in two. I could have cried over him!"
Frankly, in spite of the quiet and sombre way in which she gave me the bizarre story, I laughed at loud at this remarkable revelation, until the man—who had not spoken at all, leaving it to his friend—released one specific piece of information which I had already gained from a contact.
To the best of my knowledge, very few others knew of it at that time. It concerned the state of the inner core or central ball of Earth. The man knew of this, now; that was all he was 'permitted' to tell me to substantiate the fact of his journey. It was enough to convince me that the couple had indeed undergone a chimerical and unnerving experience that was more than a vague imprint on their minds or a traumatic experience.
Shuttlewood commented about this anecdote:
. . . one Warminster man claims to have accompanied a UFO pilot, crew and passengers to buried cities and mountain ranges lying between the mid-Atlantic and mid-Pacific oceans. There is one valid reason why I am forced to accept his bizarre story. He was warned of the Earth inner core dangers by his new friends; and this confirmed what I learned from an unusual and surprising source nine months before his journey.
There are numerous stories of UFOs seen hurtling into the sea off our coastlines, or emerging as 'spinning wheels' from the wave-caps. Sir Francis Chichester, intrepid sailor and airman, mentions one instance in an early book he wrote describing his experiences as a pilot.
. . . consider that, because of radically changing conditions underground, the magnetic frequency of the Earth core is altering too.
To maintain equilibrium and continuing harmony, faced by this situation, what more obvious than that spacecraft and crews must of necessity be juggling with polarity adjustments of an inordinately skilful and delicate nature at this critical period?
Shuttlewood considered "that odd natural phenomenon known to geo-physicists as the Fair Weather Variant" to postulate there could come a time when "the ground level count of the Fair Weather Variant will render the operation of electrically worked devices impossible."
Furthermore, it is now believed that the detonation of a high yield thermo-nuclear device in Operation Umbrella (1959), by American A.E.C. technicians in an altitude of seventy miles, coupled with the reversal of polarity evinced by the sun and recorded by the Greenwich Observatory in a recent year, has resulted in a steady increase in the incidence of low level static interference along the shortwave bands as well as in the very high frequency band; and may be a major contributory factor in the increased rate of descent of the Fair Weather Variant.
These paragraphs show the theoretical nature of many of Shuttlewood's comments. He also reassured the reader of his spiritual understanding about individual existence transcending an Earth life: ". . . the Supreme Creator never destroys a single member of his Universe; never blots out the light of Life from any one of His children or creatures."
In the chapter entitled "Interstellar Visitors Furtive and Secretive?," Shuttlewood contemplated "inspiration presented freely to Man in the form of mathematical creation, musical composition, chemical research, etc., to advance a backward civilization to the required spiritual and cultural momentum . . ." He reasoned, "There is purpose behind the UFO manifestations which we find great difficulty in understanding or determining if measured by the yardstick of Earth concepts alone."
Shuttlewood related an incident that occurred two days after the May 26, 1967 publication date of his first book. He was working at home sorting out notes on a news event he covered at midday when the telephone rang and a family member told him, "It is one of those people from Aenstria again. He says his name is Karne. He says he must speak to you, as it is very important."
The caller began their conversation by stating, "Shuttlewood, this is Karne of Aenstria. We are disappointed that you persist in calling us hoaxers in your book, which we have read. You have faithfully reproduced much of that which was told to you for the good of your peoples, and should know by this late hour that we speak only truth to you, for their sake and cantel Earth’s."
Shuttlewood described his response to the words of the mysterious caller: "Look—if you Aenstrians had the guts and courage to come up to my flat in person, there to be interviewed properly, even if you wear horns on your heads I would have had no hesitation in calling you genuine." Shuttlewood further declared, "The sensible thing to do is come and see me personally, to answer my questions and give me your messages. I am a reporter of news, with a reputation at stake. I cannot afford to take anyone's word for anything, over the phone." Shuttlewood then slammed down the receiver.
Within seconds of the call, as Shuttlewood reported, the doorbell rang and a family member advised him that the visitor at the door said he'd just spoken with Shuttlewood and insisted on seeing him.
Beholding Karne of Aenstria, Shuttlewood estimated his height at 6 feet, two inches. Behind thick spectacle lenses with silvery rims and sidepieces were eyes described as "a brilliant blue or grey-green set wide in a long and narrow face." Shuttlewood stated, "Slender, pointed fingers of his hands were meeting in a repeated movement in front of him as he stood there, immobile. He pressed them together as though making a personal power circle or circuit around him and between us. I find it difficult to convey in words, but as soon as the hostile thought flashed into my mind it froze."
Karne wore an ordinary gaberdine mackintosh coat, beige in colour; brown boots about size ten; and a muffler or silk neckerchief was wrapped close to his shirt collar. "His thumbs were upbent and formed a triangle over touching finger tips." On Karne's left wrist was a wafer-thin, pale gold disc with a glistening crystal and mother-of-pearl surface. "His lips were a bluish tinge, rather like those of a patient suffering a weak heart or chronic asthma. On each cheekbone, high up, were similar blue blotches or contusions . . . just before speaking, he drew in a deep breath with a low whistling sound that puckered his lips and mouth . . . Karne had a high and long forehead, not particularly wide. Two startling tufts of pure white hair were brushed back to either side from the front . . . the remainder of his hair iron-grey, satin smooth in texture despite the unruly frontal tufts." Shuttlewood estimated his age to be fifty-three. One of the things said by the visitor was that if they were to meet again in coming years "It will not be in this present form."
Shuttlewood explained: "Although I did not take verbatim notes during our interview, I can rely on memory pretty well to recapture certain things Karne talked of in those nine minutes." Here are some of Karne's statements as quoted by Shuttlewood.
"Greetings to you, Shuttlewood. We bring great love and peace with us. You must learn fully to trust us, before it is too late."
"All indications are that there will be a third World War on the Earth cantel. You cannot revent it and we must not, for that would be contravention of Universal Law which decrees one cannot interfere with freewill and liberty of others in any galaxy.
"Nor may we actively seek to influence the affairs and vibrations of any other cantel."
"Remember—the light from the other suns affects us all."
"Man must learn to use his faculties."
The latter comment constitutes a proverb if one appreciates how the word "faculties" may be perceived as having a double meaning.
Shuttlewood asked if contacts alleged and related by the late George Adamski were genuine and whether his photographs could be relied upon as authentic.
"We are not permitted to give you that information. Adamski was not truly of your cantel—for the rest, you must look within for the answer."
Shuttlewood appraised that after pondering this, he concluded there was substantial truth to Adamski's claims. My own estimation based upon what I have read about the George Adamski case is that Karne probably was indicating that Adamski hadn't represented himself in a true way.
One of Karne's ruminations concerned the finer instincts of man.
Man has the answers to all problems that beset him inside himself, plus the key to correct living and the great importance of love, if only he searches for Truth diligently. We speak truth as we know it. Final truth, however, must come from His Divine Majesty, from Whom all Love and Wisdom flows in an unceasing stream of Light.
Warnings From Flying Friends includes some comments where a source of information has not been elucidated. It's easy to see how Shuttlewood could consider all possibilities after his own experiences. A mention of the planet 'Maldek or Lucifer' (p. 22) seems a variation of some of the information offered by George Hunt Williamson—like Adamski, another dubious contactee—as I have heard a Faded Discs Archive CD presenting an audio recording on this subject. The planet Maldek is a topic included in Shuttlewood's book with a source mentioned as "a peculiar piece of literature" in two parts entitled "Anatomy of a Holocaust." Williamson's information about the destruction of the planet Maldek/Lucifer may have derived from Angelucci’s reports of what had been communicated to him about the planet Lucifer. An account of the planet Lucifer's destruction may be read in Orfeo Angelucci's The Secret of the Saucers (1955) published by Ray Palmer’s The Amherst Press, the same company that published Williamson’s Other Tongues — Other Flesh (circa 1953). In that book, Williamson mentions two of the three Mystic Magazine articles about Angelucci. One of the statements recalled and attributed to the Aenstrians by Shuttlewood in his first book is "'Remember the terrible, tragic and needless end of the cantel Lucifer,' they warned."
Shuttlewood revealed that in August 1967 after lecturing in London he decided to cease nocturnal observations from Cradle Hill and was on the point of finishing with UFOlogical research through frustration at lack of tangible evidence. He changed his mind after a visit that he was wary about articulating too precisely: "Readers might adjudge me guilty of blasphemy if I say too much about my 'visitor' on this occasion." This is how Shuttlewood described the man.
Long hair flowing gently down to white-robed shoulders, parted in the centre from the crown and a rich copper beech red colour. Face and eyes—glorious eyes!—truly 'out of this world.' Violet blue, glowing lamps of eyes, beautiful and blazing a mute appeal: unlined skin a soft pink; great majesty and strength, a noble spirit, in the set of the high yet broad forehead, slightly jutting outward over finely chiselled features. He had no beard—and that puzzled me . . .
After initial shock, I simply could not bear to look for long at those marvellous eyes, knowing myself to be in the presence of a unique 'person.' Had he been the devil, I would have 'stared him out'—in the final glance before tearing myself from his captivating radiance, I noticed the brilliant light shining from and around him, illuminating the room more brightly than the largest chandelier in faceted reflections.
Another event identified as an indelible experience occurred in April 1968 when Shuttlewood was watching the sky with several women. A UFO was described with "its pulsating halo giving it a silver-ringed magnificence. It was what happened after it vanished that churned us all up, emotionally . . ."
Bright searchlight beams flickered from the heavens over the two copses, lighting them clear as day. Everything was bathed by their brilliance. Then, what one can only describe as 'tremendous angel forms' appeared in the sky, radiant robes billowing above the trees, a peculiar shade of red and violet admixture prominent in the twin pattern of aerial-formed figures.
The vivid glow of the twin robed figures persisted for several minutes, while we stood in dumbstruck wonder and feasted our eyes upon a truly memorable phenomenon. Then the outlines faded, to leave two dull-red heart-shaped aeroforms that gradually faded also, one above each copse. The hour was not very late, yet apparently we were the only witnesses. No reports came in from the district. It could have been a traumatic impression only, purely psychic, apart from one indisputable fact: Not one of us saw these wonders, but four.
A transcript of a portion of a lecture by Wilbert B. Smith of Canada is included in the book with Shuttlewood commenting that Smith's views are "very much in line with information I have received from Cosmic entities." Here are some excerpts of the Wilbert B. Smith lecture transcript provided by Shuttlewood.
"There have been many published instances of contact between those from outside and the people of Earth, and a very great many more that have not been published. As is always the case in any new and romantic field, there are those who prevaricate and exaggerate, but it is not too difficult to establish that the vast majority are honest and authentic.
"For instance, when a dozen or so independent contacts, having no common connection and each alone believing that he or she has been favoured above all to receive this message, and tell the same message even to names and descriptions that tally perfectly, one has little choice but to believe that they are telling the truth."
"These people tell us of a magnificent Cosmic plan, of which we are a part, which transcends the lifetime of a single person or nation or civilization, or even a planet or solar system."
"We may ask, if all this is known, why has it not been publicized? Why are not these matters being studied instead of atom bombs? The answer: It has been publicized. Books have been written and hundreds of thousands of copies sold.
"There are available many periodicals containing this material, which may be had for quite a nominal sum. Reports have been prepared by serious investigators and presented through the proper channels, but it is truly said that one can lead a horse to water, but one cannot make him drink!"
Warnings From Flying Friends was published in the United States a decade after its publication in Great Britain, appearing with the title in paperback as UFO Prophecy in 1978 from Timothy Green Beckley’s Global Communications.
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