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04 Alfred C. Bailey: His Story

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Submitted by George Hunt-Wil... on Sat, 02/22/2014 - 13:41

4 Alfred C. Bailey: His Story

During my school years, and for reasons not known or understood, I was at variance with my instructors and textbooks. I had a strong tendency to argue and disbelieve both the teachers and their many theories that they taught as `fact.'

As I look back now, throughout my entire life, I can see where man-made ideas and opinions have been relegated to the back of my mind. However, it was always easy for me to accept ideas of a universal nature, and to reject or disregard effect ideas that were being taught.

Perhaps during my grade school years this unknown factor was the thing that made my life so hard. After entering high school I found it much easier to get along even if I did not completely agree with my instructors.

In 1933 I met Dr. F. E. Dewart, a chiropractor, of Peru, Indiana. Until this time my concept of chiropractic was as hazy and biased as most young people's. Dr. Dewart explained to me in concise and simple language the theory of his profession. It was so natural and reasonable that it immediately intrigued me. From his simple explanation of how and why the human body worked I decided to study this science.

In the fall of 1933 I entered the Palmer School of Chiropractic. I did not complete the prescribed course of study, but did learn enough of it to know that certain Universal Laws as taught there apply to almost every phase of scientific research and to life itself.

The philosophy is based upon the understanding and the acceptance of the existence of a Universal Intelligence. It starts with that great universal principle of cause. As long as that part of their philosophy, upon which their science is based, is kept in mind, they or anyone else following a line of scientific research cannot be far wrong.

Any scientific study based on that great principle of the universe studying effects proceeding from cause instead of trying to arrive at causes by studying effects cannot but be well based in fact instead of theory.

Even though I did not finish my chiropractic study and failed to enter practice, I am glad that I attended their school. I learned to understand the Laws of the Universe a little more. Six or seven years ago I broke with a dogmatic religion. From that time until now I have in no way felt lost but learned that no religion offered all the necessary answers to the universe. At least, none of them answered my inner-most feelings.

I liked the American Southwest. It had an exceptional climate and good employment was to be had in my field of railroading. Winslow, Arizona, is a typical railroad town. I have worked for the Santa Fe Railway Company for many years, and now serve them as a conductor.

Although I had little formal education in science, I read many books on various subjects. Several of these books spoke of the flying saucers. Soon I began to believe that these strange sky objects might be space craft from other inhabited planets. The writings of many others then began to fill a gap in my mind to help me understand our universal belonging.

Many of my friends and co-workers in the past few years have been surprised by my positive statements that these saucers were space ships or observation craft from larger space ships. Since I had never placed much reliance on scientific pronouncements of the uninhabitable nature of the planets in our solar system, it seemed only proper and reasonable that they were visitors from neighbouring planets.

Everything went along in this manner for several years. I was in no way a flying saucer fanatic. I had accepted them for what many people now know them to be.

One day last summer (1952), we received a letter from George H. Williamson, an anthropologist living in Prescott, Arizona. He knew our mutual interest and said that if we were ever in Prescott we should come to see him and his wife. This letter was ignored for almost two months. Then, one day, we decided to take the time to make the somewhat long drive through Flagstaff and Williams to the small, mountain town of Prescott. We enjoyed a fine drive through some of the most beautiful scenery in the Southwest.

We found Mr. and Mrs. Williamson to be very interesting young people. We discussed the legends he had collected amongst the Indian people and we mentioned the flying saucers. We then looked over many clippings and numerous reports of this strange serial phenomena.

After our dinner, we decided to play a few parlour games. I had heard of automatic writing but had never actually tried it or even seen it done. Since my knowledge of it was small, I had never really formed any opinion regarding it. After all, we were just performing a parlour trick. Or were we? Two people were supposed to grasp a pencil held over a sheet of paper. The moment we started our stunt, the most amazing and incredible information began to appear on the paper!

My wife Betty and I had hardly ever mentioned saucers and certainly we never discussed automatic writing. At once, she was confused and somewhat upset. Before she had met the Williamsons she thought she had married a crazy man because of my weird interests. Now she was certain she had just met two more candidates for the State Sanatorium. But she was courteous and waited. We didn't have long to wait to see proof of the reality of our contact.

As I stated, I had always believed the saucers to be interplanetary in origin, but like everyone else I only knew what could be found in the daily papers and magazines. After discovering that Mr. and Mrs. Williamson had found ancient legends and accounts dealing with strange sky objects in the lore of primitive people, I really sat up and began to take notice. It was most interesting to know that these people of a bygone age had preserved knowledge of the very thing that today was causing such world-wide attention.

We realize that mature people do not take the results of parlour tricks very seriously. At first, neither did we; but the nature of the messages demanded that we investigate more thoroughly.

I feel that many ideas and impressions come to certain receptive minds that could only have their origin in that vast storehouse of all knowledge: The Universe. Perhaps many of our great discoveries came about in this way. It is the explorer in man that drives him ever onward to new knowledge of this Universe.

There are many things in this report that will not be readily acceptable to many. This is to be expected of any publication dealing with the flying saucers. The term saucer itself is a laughter-provoking word. How ironic this is! The greatest happening in the history of mankind and it was ushered into the world as a joke by many.

These saucers that fly in our skies come to us from that great beyond that we have not yet begun to explore. What could they teach us? We anxiously awaited their answers!