Friday, January 10, 2014
Source: Cris Putnam and Thomas Horn, Exo-Vaticana, Crane, MO: Defender, 2013, 433-431.
This story was passed to Tom Horn by Gary Stearman. At the time of this event, he was not a Bible believing Christian. Today he is. The story is slightly abridged to keep it under 1800 words. The full story can also be read at http://www.prophecyinthenews.com/the-story-ive-never-told/. In the story as taken from Exo-Vaticana, which is probably an older version of the telling, Gary is uncertain as to the source of the UFO. In the introduction to the latter posting, he firmly attributes it to a demonic source. Gary has also written a book called Time Travelers of the Bible: How Hebrew Prophets Shattered the Barriers of Time-Space, Crane, MO: Defender, 2011.
As part of an aviation-oriented family, I was literally raised around airplanes from my earliest childhood. I was an airport brat when my father managed an airport. I determined to get my pilot’s license at the earliest possible date…which I did as a teenager. I’m telling you this just to illustrate that flying has always been a big part of my life.
Stearman Aviation was known for having produced aircraft from the late 1920s through the 1940s, ending with the famous Model 75 Kaydet, which was the basic trainer for most of the pilots in WW II. …My father, uncles and cousins all felt the push toward flying and aeronautical engineering. So did I, until in the midst of my college years, I discovered that I was more interested in writing than engineering.
After graduation, with degrees in English and Psychology, as well as minors in descriptive linguistics, radio and television writing and the literary analysis, I went to work, first for Beech Aircraft Corporation in commercial publications, then for Cessna Aircraft Corporation in the Merchandising and Marketing division. At both enterprises, my job was to write corporate publications and sales materials…
It was midsummer in the late 1960s in Wichita, Kansas, and I prepared to take off from the delivery center airfield at Cessna Aircraft to make such a routine trip. On a Saturday afternoon, several of us in the Merchandising Division had spent time loading about a thousand pounds of displays into a brand-new Cessna 207 (rigged for cargo) preparatory to delivering it to a Texas dealer.
The next day--Sunday morning--I departed for my first stop, Love Field in Dallas, TX, about 330 miles south. The trip took a normal and uneventful two hours. I arrived at the Cessna dealership late in the morning, where the dealer and I unloaded about half the materials I had brought for the meetings…Then a little after noon, I departed Love Field and headed west toward Lubbock, Texas, where I was to meet another Cessna dealer and unload the other half of the supplies for him. This leg of my flight, I thought, would be as ordinary as the first.
Climbing to a cruise altitude of 6,500 feet, and leveling off, I relaxed, expecting a 300-mile trip of about an hour and forty-five minutes. Routinely monitoring my nav-com and right on schedule, I was (as always) enjoying my flight. The air was smooth and cool. Then, without warning, a low-voltage warning flashed on my instrument panel!
My first reaction was simple annoyance: this had started as a perfect flight, but now I had to manage a failure. I was somewhat disgusted; this was after all, a brand-new airplane. I noted that the electrical system voltage was steadily dropping and after trying every alternative and discovering that there was no cure, I took one last reading on my heading and position, then shut down the entire electrical system. On an airplane, you can do that, because the engine has its own separate ignition system.
I believed that by doing this, I could save battery power till I got to Lubbock, then turn it back on in time to call the tower and make my landing. Again, I settled down, expecting the remaining hour to be uneventful. How wrong I was!
At this point, I would remind you that all electrical power was shut down, including of course, the radios. Yet, at that moment, I heard a crisp, clear voice that sounded just like a tour guide. It said, “If you look to your left, you’ll see a UFO.” My instant reaction was: “Now, that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not gonna look to my left!”
And I didn’t. Facing forward, I set my jaw and determined to continue as before.
But then it hit me: Although the radios were off, I had heard a clear voice. It was then that I decided for sure I was not going to look to my left!
Then, for the second time, loudly and clearly, the voice said (and I really couldn’t tell where it was coming from), “If you look to your left, you’ll see a UFO.” Its intonation sounded just like a tour guide, and I laughed out loud. Then, curiosity finally got the best of me and I couldn’t stop myself from looking to my left.
And then, slightly below my altitude, and a mile or two away, was a bright light. I watched it for a good while. It was matching my speed and direction. As we continued for a few minutes, it appeared to be slowly drawing closer to me. It occurred to me that if we were both homing in on Lubbock radio, we would be on converging courses…
We flew on together for a few minutes more, still on merging courses, drawing ever closer to each other. It looked we’d get to Lubbock at about the same time, then, something startling happened. We both flew under a high, solid cloud deck that was a few thousand feet above us. Now, at virtually the same moment, we had both flown into shadow. But amazingly, the light that came from this mystery aircraft was as bright as it had been in the sun. It was generating its own light! It was brilliant! Suddenly, I believed the voice I’d heard fifteen minutes ago. It was a UFO!
[The UFO was about 75 feet off Gary’s left wing. It looked like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup turned upside down with edges that were slightly corrugated. Gary felt an energy which he interpreted as some sort of scan. Rather than fear, he felt elation and began to edge closer to the vehicle. He heard no sound, saw no rivets or seams. Alarmed, it zoomed to a mile away. Gary turned his electronics on again and landed safely, but he could still see the UFO hovering in the distance. The dealer who was waiting for him was angry. Gary was over 4 hours late, yet he had used half the anticipated fuel. Oddly, it was years later that these anomalies dawned on him.]
I had intended to fly back to Wichita that evening after dropping off the rest of the load. But now, the airplane was in the shop with electrical problems, and I was forced to stay overnight.
The next morning…bright and early…the dealer picked me up and we headed for the airport to see what they had found wrong with my aircraft. Needless to say, I was quite anxious to fix the problem and head back home to Wichita and the factory. The shop foreman approached us as we entered. He was in an excited state as he almost shouted, “You ain’t gonna believe what we found!”
And he proceeded to show us the brand new V-belt that had fallen off the alternator drive and ended up in the bottom of the cowling. There was not a mark on it. It was factory new. And the pulleys from which it had escaped were still tensioned and safety wired. It was impossible for the belt to have fallen off in this way. Five men, including an FAA inspector, stood around marveling at the sight. At the very least, the belt should have been scarred. Most likely it would have broken. But it was pristine, and what’s more, they had to loosen the fittings to replace. It couldn’t have fallen off the engine.
[Gary then headed back to Wichita and arrived there after an uneventful flight.]
I have many questions. Was the UFO good or evil? Was it from outer space or inner space; perhaps another dimension? Was it angelic or demonic? Did it cause the failure of my electrical system, or did something else cause the calamity, and the UFO came to my aid? One thing is certain: I felt that the UFO had good intentions; contact with it had been both exhilarating and positive. I was disappointed when it stayed behind as I went on to land…
Because of my encounter, I sought biblical answers that could explain what I had seen. I learned of God’s angels in their chariots of fire that flew in the realms just beyond the reach of man’s vision.
And I learned of the, “…principalities and powers in heavenly places…” mentioned by Paul in Ephesians 3:10. They are good as well as evil. The dark forces answer to their master, Satan, called in Ephesians 2:2, “…the prince of the power of the air.”
Like Job, I can say, “For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth” (Job 19:25). Without a shadow of a doubt, Jesus is my Lord and Savior.
…The reality of these beings is beyond question to me. And since I am safe in Christ, I never worry that they might harm me. In the Spirit of the Lord, we are on the winning side of the battle.