Update/Situation Report for 1988 by William S. English DEDICATION I would like very much to dedicate this to the late Jim and Corral Lorenzen, founders and pioneers in the field of UFO Studies and Aerial Phenomena, and to all the men and women who, over the years have risked so much to gather the evidence and reports that have made this field both controversial and necessary. INTRODUCTION During the past three to four decades there have been a continual stream of reported sightings of Unidentified Flying Objects, alleged abductions of human-beings by aliens, contact of human-beings by aliens, animal and human mutilations by alien- beings, alien bases, and rumors of alien invasion. In addition to the questions that these things alone bring up, there are also the added questions of religious and moral ethics. Was god in fact an alien-being, or was christ constructed by the aliens as a bio-genetic/social experiment? If this is in fact the case, what effect will it have upon the social structure of our world and our race as human-beings? Will we as humans band together as one ? Or will we fall to pieces and destroy one another ? Most importantly, we must ask the question :"what are we as humans prepared to do in the event that all of this is true or partially true? Bearing all of this in mind, we will explore the possibilities and offer up some interesting speculations into these and other questions that we will review and discuss throughout this document. Part One In 1976, while working as a Data Analyst for the United States Department of Defence Security Services Command at RAF Chicksands, England. I had the task of analyzing a copy of what was entitled Grudge/Blue Book Report #13. Ostensively the government published Blue Book Reports #1 through 12 and 14 on to the last report, but claims that it in fact never published a report numbered 13. One of the many excuses given by the Air Force was that there was never a number 13 because of superstitions about the number. One of the many arguments against this excuse is that the government had never before cared one wit for superstition, and why should they all of a sudden do so now??? Several years went by with this being the pat excuse until June of 1977, when the report came across my disk at Security Services with a disposition order to read and analyze. The report was an annotated version, with photographs and various scientific data reports on findings of research that was contained within the publication. Among the photographs were several of Aliens that were being autopsied and some that appeared to be alive. Much of the data it contained dealt with the autopsy findings and a great deal of technological data. Much of the technological data dealt with the research performed on the recovered vehicles or space craft and there was some mention of animal and human mutilation, with the report of several incidents. This in itself wouldn't mean a great deal, were it not for the fact that during the past twelve years there have been several attempts on my life. These attempts, I believe, have been in order to keep me quiet about what I saw. Shortly after my viewing of the documents I was, without warning, released under duress from my job and deported from the country without even being able to say good-bye to my wife and children, who remained in England, and who are still there to this day. MY BEGINNING ASSOCIATION WITH APRO For the record, and also to clear up certain rumors that have been flying around for the past several years the following details certain circumstances that took place from 1977 to 1981. I add this since I am the focal point for several of the nasty rumors that have been flying concerning my validity and the validity of my reported viewing of Grudge/Blue Book Report #13. Very shortly after my forced return to the United States and my subsequent return to Tucson Arizona. I had the occasion to be present at Pima Community College for a lecture that was being given by Stanton Friedman, on the subject of UFOs. Because of my personal experiences it is understandable that I would be extremely interested in the lecture, thus my presence. During the course of Stanton's lecture I found that there were certain things he said that I wasn't to terribly impressed with. Not, mind you, because he was a bad speaker, on the contrary, he was an excellent speaker. But more because the information that he was imparting was inaccurate, based on what I at the time knew to be true. One point did come up during the course of his speech that struck home. His comment that Blue Book Report #13 did not exist. I knew this to be a fallacy as I had read the report several months previously, and at the end of his lecture I approached him and told him so. During the next several hours, Stanton Friedman, Jim Lorenzen, and Allen Benz grilled me extensively at the APRO offices while recording the entire session. Allen Benz, now the president of the Foundation for UFO Research in Tucson will verify this fact. During the interview I imparted everything that I could possibly remember concerning the incident and then left, not to return for several months. I remember this period of my life extremely well as I was approaching my first christmas without my family and shortly after that my twenty-fifth birthday. Which for some reason was extremely traumatic for me. In short, it was one of the worst years of my life. I had been forcefully separated from my family, and had very little communication with them. I was reaching an age when most men had a home, family, and all of the mundane problems that go along with it, and I wanted very much to have a piece of the same thing. I was extremely confused because I didn't know or understand why all of this had happened to me. I came very close to committing suicide that year, so my recollection of it is very clear. It wasn't until several months later that I began to realize just exactly what was happening, and as a result I began to seek out answers. Occasionally I would stop by the APRO offices and talk with Christine Panter, the secretary that worked there, and go digging through the files trying to learn everything that I could on the subject of UFOs. While contending with my own problems of trying to find the answers as to why I had lost my family, and slowly discovering that the government was in fact responsible for everything, I was inadvertently fighting for my own life. On several occasions, without realizing the true cause of it, I began to experience a series of potentially fatal accidents and the loss of several extremely good jobs. On one occasion my apartment caught fire, destroying everything that I had, and killing a pet hamster. At the time the fire started, I would have normally been asleep as it was my usual habit to stay up until the early hours of the morning working on various projects for a small leather business I was in the process of starting. That day however, I was spending the night with a friend, taking care of work that he had offered me at his home. A lucky circumstance? I suppose it would have been except the Tucson Fire Department determined that it was arson. On one other occasion I was driving to Sierra Vista, Arizona, on the back of my motorcycle, to visit with my father at his office. While driving down Interstate 10, a big black limo (a continental I believe) began pacing me at the edge of town, and followed me almost the whole distance until there was no traffic for several miles in either direction, whereupon it began trying to force me off of the road by pulling up beside me and in front of me. In this case I was extremely lucky and was able to ride into the desert where the car was unable to follow. On the return trip, my father followed me closely in his car to make sure that it didn't happen again. Over the years that have been over 15 attempts on my life, the most recent being in December of 1988. THE TROUBLE WITH APRO/BILL ENGLISH THE GOVERNMENT AGENT It was over a period of four years that this continued off and on. During all of this, Allen Benz and myself became friends and on occasion I would do some work for APRO and at the same time help myself financially when the opportunity arose. One such occasion resulted in my having to travel to Los Angeles to act as consultant and representative of APRO for Barry & Enwright Productions. Barry & Enwright were in the process of Producing a pilot program for television entitled "Strange as it Seems." This was to be their answer to the then popular program, "That's Incredible." Unknown to me at the time, they had also contacted Dr. J. Allen Hynek of the Center For UFO studies, and who's name figured so prominently in the Grudge/Blue Book Report #13, as it was he who had also read the report and stated that although he had not seen the evidence first hand, felt that everything in the report was true. Dr. Hynek and I sat in the green room for the better part of an hour while waiting for our appearance on the stage, and I asked him about the report and why it was that he and the government denied it's existence. At first he tried to tell me that I didn't know what I was talking about, and told me not to bother him. It wasn't until I became angry and told him that I had seen report #13 and analyzed it for the government while working for Air Force Security Services in England, and that his signed initials and signature was all over the damned thing, so not to even try denying it to me. that he finally admitted to it's existence. But, he also said that he would never admit to it publicly, and would call me a liar should I try to get him involved in anything. I asked him the standard question ;"why me? Why was I the one to have to analyze it and lose everything? His answer...."Somebody had to do it" Very shortly after this, Allen Benz and myself became embroiled in an internal conflict with APRO which resulted in several law suits. Contrary to the belief that Coral Lorenzen would have had people believe at the time, we were not government agents, and we were not trying to take control of APRO. During the course of his duties as APRO Librarian, Allen discovered that the organization was in serious danger of losing it's non-profit status and that the then listed board of directors were in danger of losing considerably more than that if APRO were ever sued. When Allen approached Jim and Coral Lorenzen with this problem he was completely ignored. After it became apparent to him what the situation was he came to me. After carefully reviewing the documents and the records of APRO, we discovered that the organization was in fact in violation of the non-profit status as there had not been an election of new board members for over a period of five years, and that the annual report that was required by the Arizona State Corporation Commission had not been filed for an even longer time. This clearly was a violation and APRO technically had lost it's non- profit status. At that point, if APRO were ever sued by anyone, anyone at all, the members of the listed Board, under which, APRO continued to operate would have been held personally liable and any and all of their personal assets could have been forfeit should a suit gone against them. It was because of this, and the fact that the Lorenzen's refused to take any action on the matter, that Allen and I decided to push the issue and force a vote of a new board of directors. With this in mind, Allen and I began to send out proxy forms to the general membership to force a board election. It was never our intention to take control of APRO, but rather try and force the organization and the Lorenzen's to meet the regulations as set down by the ASCC so that there could not be any repercussions on the governing body. Unfortunately we got beat at our own game. Unknown to us Jim had gone to the Post Master in Tucson and managed to convince him to route all of the Proxy forms back to him rather than to Allen and myself as they had been addressed. When it came time for the meeting Jim voted the proxies that he had in his position and we were left with egg on our faces. Not content with that, Coral then started publishing defamatory statements in the APRO News letter concerning Allen and myself, saying that I was an agent of the government who's only purpose was to destroy APRO, and claiming that Allen was duped by me, which in turn forced us to seek legal counsel and bring suit against them for slander. I was unable to continue with the suit as other problems arose at that time that forced me to leave Allen pretty much taking care of the whole thing and shouldering the financial burden as well. In the interim, Allen's lawyer apparently got them to retract their statements under the threat of suit, but at the same time Coral then got one of her cronies in California to file suit against Allen and I in a California court. All of this was unknown to me at the time as I was then on the run. Additional details of what took place after that are with Allen Benz. I GO ON THE LAM While all of this was going on there were other matters taking place that I had to deal with. Most notably that of Col.Robert Black, and his former Operations Sgt. from RAF Chicksands. Apparently, shortly after my forced departure, they to were forced to leave under pretty much the same circumstances. Some how or other they were able to locate me and we, after much suspicious repartee, agreed to take a serious look at the situations that had arisen. Black had gotten information that some where along the edge of the White Sands Missile Test Range there was an alien craft that had been buried because it was simply to big to transport. We didn't know at the time whether or not it was true, but being the fools that we were, we decided to check it out. I sold my business and the others put up their share of the money to purchase a van and have it specially equipped with such things as ground radar (marine radar system for private boats), magnetometers, gravitometers, sound detectors, and infrared sensoring devices. We also carried in the van metal detectors, water, food and camping equipment. After linking up with them in Belen New Mexico, we traveled in the van around the entire perimeter of the Test range, going up to the Trinity Atomic Test Site and working our way down to Alamogordo, New Mexico, where we then entered through the White Sands National Monument late in the evening. We proceeded to the northern most boundary of the monument where we then entered the test range. We had been on the range approximately an hour and a half at the time. I was outside of the van, about 500 to 1,000 meters in front, with a metal detector checking to see if I couldn't find any kind of metallic object that would give any indication as to the possible finding of the alien craft. We did this as some of the information Black had, indicated that the craft had crashed somewhat closer to Holloman Air Force Base than any other place. As I was walking in front of the van, Black and the Sergeant were riding in it, following me with the headlights on so that I wouldn't step on anything without seeing it first. It was here that I heard a familiar sound that instinctively made me scream incoming and hit the dirt face first without even thinking. It was an incoming rocket that hit the van, blowing it up and killing the two of them. There can be no mistake that they were killed as there was absolutely nothing left of the van except debris. At this point, after assessing the situation quickly, I took off in a westerly direction, not wanting to be next on the hit parade. For the next several days I avoided helicopters and what appeared to be search parties, traveling only at night until I made it off the range and onto a highway, where I hitched hiked back to Tucson, and ultimately to the home of Wendelle Stevens. When I arrived at Wendelle's I told him everything that had taken place and then got him to drive me to a girl friend's house where he dropped me off a couple of blocks away. It was then that I determined that they, whoever they were, knew who I was and where I was at. It was time to disappear. To accomplish this, I began by breaking off my relationship with my girl friend at the time, and moving to a small trailer on the west side of town, where I then packed all of my belongings or sold them off. I then, after a period of several days took a bus to Phoenix, where I arranged to have myself arrested by the phoenix police on some outstanding traffic tickets, and put in the Phoenix municipal jail. I then paid the fines and returned to Tucson, by private car. I was establishing a trail at this point in order to throw off anyone that might be following or trying to trace me. Within twelve hours of arriving back in Tucson, I took a back-pack with clothing and limited food supplies and struck out across the desert toward San Diego. Traveling at night and sleeping during the heat of the day. When I arrived in San Diego I then made my way up the coastal highway toward Los Angeles, stopping at the camping sites along the way that are available by the California Parks and Recreation Department. When I arrived in Los Angeles I then spent the night in a shelter for street people and then the next day looked for a better situation in which to live for a while. I found it in the form of an establishment called Hudson House. Which I must say was an inspired stroke of genius on my part as it was most likely the one place that no one would think to look for me. Hudson House was and I suppose still is a halfway house for gays trying to make it away from their families. And I must say, much to their credit, for those who are not gay but are in need of help. As I'm not gay and had made no bones about the fact that I was extremely heterosexual, I felt that this was the one place no one would think to look for me. I was right. After finding a job at one of the many local restaurants in the Hollywood area, I lived there for a three month period, where upon I then contacted my mother who by this time had retired to a farm outside of Lynchburg, Virginia, and then moved on to Virginia, where I spend a year working on the farm for her and then moving into town where I began working over a seven year period at various radio and television stations as an announcer and cameraman. From this point on, until my re-emergence into the public eye in Sept of 1988, there is not a great deal to tell other than on two occasions I was once again made aware of how precarious my position was when someone unloaded several thousand rounds of machine gun fire into the home I was living at in a small town in Virginia, and when some one tried to run over me on the streets of Lynchburg. Twice! I COME OUT OF HIDING In July of 1988, I received a rather nasty note from my father saying that a John Lear had contacted his office about me. He said in the note that he had not told him anything about me nor where I was at and left it up to me to decide whether or not I wanted to contact Mr. Lear. I did nothing for about a month and a half. And at that point I had no intention of doing anything at all. Then one night, while working at the radio station I was employed at, a news clipping from the ABC pre-feed wire service came to my attention. It was a statement by Walt Andrus that there were in fact Aliens from space on the planet earth. This surprised me greatly as I felt that it was extremely out of character for some one of Walt's renown and status within the UFO investigative community. After giving it much thought I decided to place one call to Wendelle Stevens, who I had not spoken to since my disappearance. Wendelle, needless to say, was extremely surprised to hear from me as he assumed that I was dead. I asked Wendelle to keep my where abouts private for the moment, and he offered to send me a copy of Bill Steinman's book "UFO Crash at Aztec", where, he said, I played a fairly large part in one of the appendixes. Several days later I received the book from Wendelle and sat down to read what was said. At that point I wasn't quite sure what to think, but decided that perhaps it would be a good idea to come back out in the open in order to test the waters. I then contacted John Lear, posing as an Attorney representing "Mr. English's interest", in order to find out what it was John wanted with me. After talking with John for a few minutes I hung up and began to consider the possibilities and what to do about it. After several more weeks I then contacted John and he ultimately came to see me in Virginia, where we Discussed Grudge/Blue Book Report #13. The UFO Legend "In the thirtieth year, in the fourth month, on the fifth day of the month, as I was among the exiles by the river Che'bar, the heavens were opened, and I saw visions of God." "As I looked, behold, a stormy wind came out of the north, and a great cloud, with brightness round about it, and fire flashing forth continually, and in the midst of the fire, as it were gleaming bronze. And from the midst of it came the likeness of four living creatures. And this was their appearance: they had the form of men, but each had four faces, and each of them had four wings. Their legs were straight, and the soles of the