The following taken largely from my
first non-fiction book, The Final Empire,
(C) Copyright 1994, by Walter Robinson II
The Final Empire
of the one world economic system,
one world government, and a one world religion.
Could this be the Last Empire of human history?
Copyright 1994 by Walter T. Robinson II
Induction into the Unknown
Those moderately familiar with the New Age know the theory of evolution
lies at the central core of this ever expanding philosophy. Many level headed
people, who would laugh at certain aspects of the New Age, are staunch adherents
to evolution. Yet, many of these would be surprised to realize they themselves
are New Agers—to a certain degree—simply because they are adherents to
As with most people in my age group (around forty) and
younger, my first involvement with the New Age started with me being taught
evolution in the public school system. This so-called "theory" has often been
taught as accepted fact in the public school system for the last three or four
decades or so. Therefore, I will put my finger on the rewind button and take you
back to this turbulent time in my life.
As far back as I can remember, I have always been intrigued
with the enigmatic bogeyman; glittering stars and planets against a mysteriously
cool black velvet sky; fleeting ghosts; creaking haunted houses; God; outer
space; science fiction, flying saucers and men from Mars; and judgment day.
Personally, I do not think I was so unique in my mental ramblings. If honest,
most would admit to having dwelt upon a few of these thoughts as a child, teen,
or adult—even if it was in passing. A few have even had enough spunk to pursue
their strange wonders openly. However, many prefer to keep their unorthodox
pursuits hidden from those who live in "the real world." They do this to
preserve their outward appearance of being rational and normal human beings with
nominal thinking patterns.
Admittedly, either of the previously mentioned groups can go
to the extreme. So it is probably safe to say both groups have their good and
bad virtues. Think of the people who have made great contributions to mankind by
daring to consider ideas which lie outside the realm of the normal. There was
Copernicus who did not believe the Earth was the center of the cosmos and
Christopher Columbus who did not believe the world was flat. They too were at
times thought to be eccentric or living in a dream world as opposed to reality.
One may wonder what great ideas and inventions mankind has missed out on because
somebody gave in and conformed to the so called "norms of sociological reason."
However, when I was in elementary school in the mid 1960s even the norms of
society were traveling upon turbulent seas of variance.
As a child it was no problem for me to believe in Santa
Klaus—or that God created the world. But when I was in elementary school I ran
head-first into a wall of confusing uncertainties.
The first bit of confusion encountered was when my science
book and teacher began telling me about the "Big Bang Theory" and the "Theory of
Evolution." This was confusing to me because my mother had told me God created
the world and mankind, but the state educational system was now telling me
science had somehow determined an explosion and natural selection did the
creating. I believed my mother would not lie to me but I began to wonder rather
or not if the old book of accepted truth which gave her such information could
in fact be in error. This opened one enormous can of worms for me.
The worms which crawled out of this can led me to wonder from
where the world had come and rather or not if mankind had evolved from apes as
scientists were proposing. These questions carried a lot of weight with me
because I held scientists in the highest regard. It seemed they were always the
hope for solving the great problems facing mankind. Whenever something great was
discovered, scientist were those who discovered it. Looking back, I have to say
I had put scientists on the same pedestal with God. They had become my idols.
To add to the confusion which began to flood me, I discovered
Santa Klaus was a hoax. Man, if Santa Klaus was not real, what about God? Could
God be a hoax as well? If there was a God, was He just as the Christian Bible
said He was—or was God just some misunderstood myth? Or was God something simple
which had been misunderstood all together?
During this same period of my life I was shocked one Sunday
morning by a newspaper headline heralding, "GOD IS DEAD." This only confounded
my worries and wonders about everything in life.
I wondered how somebody could positively say God was dead. If
He was really dead, did this not mean He really existed at one time? Did this
mean someone had found His grave? Did someone actually see Him die? If He did
die, what did that mean for the world He had created? Lastly, was someone going
to replace Him? All these questions where a natural consequence of such an
assertion concerning the so-called demise of God.
All this took place in the mid to late sixties. Admittedly,
some of my confusing "worms" became licenses of convenience. I reasoned if God
turned out to be an archaic hoax then the Bible itself could not be true as
well. If the Bible was not true then certain concepts contained in the Bible
were not true also. To be specific, I hoped hell and judgment day were possibly
Now, if I lied, cheated, or stole for a good cause—i.e. my
cause—there was no longer a God who was going to punish me. Being sneaky and not
getting caught was a part of life I found challenging anyway. I was beginning to
enjoy this new found "freedom" from being held accountable by an all-knowing
However, there was another side to this new found freedom. I
could no longer count on God to help me in those impossible situations. I
started counting on "luck" as a helper to fall back on in emergencies. Thus, I
no longer saw any need to thank an ethereal and intangible God for helping me to
accomplish something considered worthy of praise. Thus, I became quite good at
patting myself on the back.
Due to my continually inflating "inner-self," I began to
consider my thoughts, ideas, and theories to be just as good as anybody else’s.
I specifically considered any concepts about God I came up with to be as
plausible as anyone’s. At this point, my basic rule of thumb in life was to keep
an open mind while giving secret preference to my own yet unsubstantiated
As most others my age, I soon found myself traveling through
junior high and high school life dealing with the wonders and complications of
adolescence. Some people my age even began having "deep philosophical
discussions" about such things as sports, current events, the future
In my schools it seemed if one was not into sports you had
better have some pretty deep or mature ideas and opinions about something. I say
this because those not into sports could possibly be looked upon by others as
wimps or persons who had been given heads just to have a place to rest a hat.
However, if you were good with the books you were excused, especially if you
helped some of those who were participating in sports. I will not say how you
helped, but I will say some of the "macho" into the sports scene were not hip to
being tutored. You figure out the rest.
During high school I began to get active in religion, and I
do mean active in—but not interested in religion itself. It seemed a lot of good
looking and decent girls went to church. They were the kind of girls most level
headed guys would have been proud to have as a steady. I figured I was a natural
for the religious scene since I was afraid of cancer sticks and booze, did not
care to use profanity, and prided myself on treating young ladies with respect.
It seemed all I had to do was keep my nose clean and I would fit right in.
What ever I was doing seemed to be working. I was elected
president of my church’s Baptist Youth Fellowship chapter. I called it my church
because it was were I had "joined" and been "baptized" at age twelve.
Baptism was something very serious with me for two reasons.
First, I was afraid of drowning in any amount of water. Every time I rinsed my
hair after shampooing I could have sworn I was smothering to death when the
water drained down across my nose and mouth. This was not an exaggeration.
Secondly and foremost, baptism seemed to be the only thing I heard I could do to
earn favor with a God who may exist.
At age twelve my visualization of God was of a shrouded old
man setting on an old Victorian styled throne while looking down at me from a
cloudy, gray heaven with a furrowed brow. I thought He was always ready to
punish me for something bad I was either doing, thinking, had done, or was
getting ready to do—which for me seemed to be a constant state of affairs.
It was this concept of God I feared more than drowning,
because this Character could send me to a fiery Hell if I didn’t get baptized—at
least I understood it as such.
"Have you been baptized? When are you going to be baptized?
You need to be baptized! You better get baptized!" These were all very familiar
and frightening questions and statements I remembered hearing which encouraged
me to get baptized.
One thing was for sure. Even though I had braced the theory
of evolution, I still was not sure there was not a God. Being the type of
person who liked to play things the safe way and never took dares, I figured on
covering all bases—just in case.
Furthermore, if there was a God, I figured my being baptized
would entitle me to some fringe benefits. To be specific, I thought any God who
could create the world in six days could surely find one good looking girl who
would find me attractive. And if that request was beyond God’s scope of power I
would settle for a car. I could have explained to God how a car could be used to
get me and my friends to church in rough weather. That was the type of reasoning
I could use with God—so I thought.
It seemed whatever my concept of God was, I somehow thought I
could outwit Him. I thought I was smarter than He and I could manipulate Him for
my own benefit—much like some brat of a child trying to get his senile but
wealthy grandparent to grant him some of the inheritance ahead of time.
In either case, I enrolled in technical education during this
time in my life. This happened when a school counselor told me about a new
program where I could take the necessary classes to graduate with a college
preparatory diploma. In this program I could simultaneously take a skill at the
county vo-tech school which would equip me with a usable skill upon graduation.
Since I was not sure I was going to want to go to college when I finished high
school, I thought it sounded like a step in the right direction. This way I
would be able to get a job with some meaning—and hopefully money—instead of
having to work as a bag boy at some grocery store if I decided to give the
school scene a rest for a year or so after graduation.
School for me was generally something I was enduring till I
finished "paying my dues," as some put it. The idea of committing myself to
another institution of learning—at my expense no less—was not my idea of post
high school life and new found freedom. Yet, I figured I might as well milk the
system for all it was worth while it was free and I was locked into going.
Therefore, in the fall of 1969, I not only enrolled in high
school, but also in a three year curriculum in Electronic Technology. Those last
three years were choked full of academics. I had advanced biology, physics, and
I think chemistry. I enjoyed all of these subjects except chemistry which I
found very difficult. These special courses were taken along with the regular
ones most students took. For half a day I was at the Woodrow Wilson High School
preparing to go to college by taking the curriculum described above, the rest of
the day was spent at the Raleigh County Vocational Technical Center. At the
technical school I spent half of my time in geometry, trigonometry, technical
drafting, computer programming, and etc. The rest of the day at the technical
school was spent in electronic theory and lab. Most of the time I really enjoyed
my classes at both the vo-tech and high school. They were interesting and I felt
they had real meaning for my life. Generally speaking, I had very good teachers
who knew how to get me interested in what I was supposed to learn.
My high school physics teacher and English teachers really
knew how to get me to apply myself. My electronics theory teacher had a knack
for good jokes on top of communicating the academics well. My other vo-tech
teacher was equally good. However, there was something different about him.
He was a very respectable father type. I do not ever remember
him telling off-color jokes and he would not tolerate a student cursing in his
presence. Yet, he seemed to display a real concern for his students which went
beyond that of most teachers. Once in a while he even talked about things he
said were in the Bible. I think he even told our class he taught Sunday school
in his church. I remember him one day talking about things the Bible said were
going to happen before the end of the world. Even though I found what he said
interesting, it frightened me for some reason. It seemed to me this teacher had
a lot more to say. Yet, he seemed to hold back a lot, perhaps because of the
public school system being bound to keep church and state separate. In either
case, looking back on it now I believe this man was possibly a born-again
Christian. I also recall that I never remember him saying anything that promoted
the theory of evolution as a viable belief system.
In either case, there were a number of good and exciting
things which happened during my high school years. Late in 1970 I was elected
president of the Vocational Industrial Clubs of America, known also as VICA.
Early in 1971 I went to the state convention and ran for one of the three vice
president positions. For a reason I am not sure of even to this day, I was
elected state president!
In April of 1971 I was appointed, along with another student,
to represent my high school at the Junior Executive Conference held at West
Virginia University. It was quite an honor as my school had around 1500 students
and I am sure there were some who had better grades who should have gone instead
In June I got to go to Indianapolis and I ran for the
National President of VICA. Out of some ten to twenty vying for this office, I
was one of three nominated to run. However, I did not win. Well, you can’t win
them all and—so was life.
However, in late October I went to Washington D.C. to attend
a National Leadership Conference sponsored by VICA. I got to meet most of my
state’s representatives, including Senator Robert Byrd, who would later serve as
senate majority leader from 1977 to 1981 and minority leader from 1981 on for
quite a few years. A photo was taken of this event and it appeared in my
hometown newspaper. Later in the year the Honorable Jennings Randolph, U.S.
Senator, sent me a copy of the Congressional Record for December 2, 1971,
page E 12917. I found my name in the record where Senator Randolph had addressed
the President of the United States, Richard Nixon, concerning vocational
education. To say I felt honored is an understatement. I don’t think I will
quickly forget the special year of 1971. If only every young person could have
such a year.
It was also during this time I landed a part time job at
WSWP-TV, a public television station in my hometown of Beckley, West Virginia.
Actually I did not really land the job, but I got it because a friend and
classmate of mine got busted up in a motorcycle accident and I happened to be
next in line for being recommended.
I worked as a production assistant, which was a
fancy title for laborer and gopher. It paid minimum wage, but I learned much
about responsibility. I truly enjoyed the job most of the time. I especially
enjoyed it when I got to go with the production crew to Green Bank, West
Virginia to make a documentary video production. It was entitled, A Voice
From Olympus, and it dealt with the possibility of extraterrestrial
intelligent, and our search for it. This experience helped to deepen my belief
in evolution. This venture is explained in depth elsewhere on this website in my
The experience at Green Bank was unforgettable for other
reasons as well. About one week before I left Beckley to go to Green Bank with
the production crew from WSWP, on my eighteenth birthday, I went on my first
date with Linda, who is now my wife.
As it turned out, the first date led to another after I
returned from the filming of A Voice From Olympus. That date led to
another, and then another. On our second date I informed Linda I was going to
marry her. About three months later, after I asked her to marry me, we became
secretly engaged. It was a secret but I had an idea a few of my friends and
relatives suspected we would someday tie the knot.
Shortly after our secret engagement began, I reluctantly
left to attend West Virginia University in Morgantown. I shall explain why I
said I reluctantly left.
As I previously explained, when I graduated from high
school I received a college preparatory diploma. I also received a three-year
electronic technology diploma from the vo-tech school I had attended during my
last three years in high school. This was to enable me to be qualified as a
skilled technician in electronics as well as to be prepared to enter college if
I decided to do so. The former would allow me to possibly get a job if I chose
not to go on to college at the time.
Up until the time I met Linda, I had very much wanted to go
to college. This was not entirely due to my noble aspiration to further my
learning, but mostly because I wanted to get out on my own. As it happened, I
also won a small college scholarship during my senior year at high school.
It looked like I did not have much choice but to stay with
the school scene for a little while longer. I really had the best intentions of
doing the best I could, but when Linda came into my lonely life I no longer gave
great credence to what others wanted. And what I wanted was to get a job in
electronics utilizing my training so we could get married and settle down.
Yet, with all things considered I had no desire to
purposely hurt or alienate anyone nor, was I absolutely sure college was
something I did not need. In addition, I figured I had nothing to lose by giving
it a try. But I still did not like being separated from Linda or waiting to find
a job so we could get married.
After two weeks at WVU, I had my first spiritual
revelation—so to speak. I thought I had finally figured out the answer to all my
problems as well as what to do with my life. I decided to become a pastor of a
large church. I mean after all, I had made it in the religious circle back home
so why not make it my vocation.
Consequently, two weeks into my first semester I changed my
curriculum from an electrical engineering major to a theological major. This
action gained quick smiles of approval from everyone back home. Everyone—except
Linda that is.
Linda found the prospects of becoming a "minister’s wife"
frightening—her words at the time. Nevertheless she said she loved me and would
stick by me.
Shortly after I got into my theological studies, I found
the curriculum to be down right boring. Eventually I had another revelation
later in the semester, and I no longer wanted to be a minister. My theological
studies were not only boring, but college altogether was beginning to become a
first class drag.
I was first exposed to an eastern religion without
realizing it while I attended WVU. I took a ‘beginning’ swimmer class that I
figured was a sure shoe-in because I had already learned swimming basics under
the Red Cross a few years earlier. However, the instructor began the first
session by having everyone to jump in the large pool and swim the full length of
it. So much for the shoe-in!
The instructor also began each session by making us
practice yoga stretching and breathing in preparation for swimming. I considered
myself pretty open-minded, but learning to become a human rubber band was not
one of my highest aspirations.
The last six weeks or so of that semester, while literally
buying time, I changed my major one more time. This time I majored in "Pool
101" with a specialty in Reverse English. I minored in "Pinball 110"
with a specialty in "TILT." My professor was a rather nondescript looking follow
who went by the name of ‘St. John.’ But I assure you, even though he was full of
revelations, a "saint" he most assuredly ain’t, or at least he wasn’t at that
time. He was notorious for finding out he did not have his share of money for
rental on the pool table after we had played a few hours. But I did get some
satisfaction by beating him my fair share of the time.
I also had another professor called Pepper. Now Pepper was
a different story. He always paid his share, but playing a game of nine-ball
with him consisted of chalking your cue tip while he repeatedly ran the table in
a flawless manner. I later discovered he was reportedly ninth in the nation in
nine ball at the time. At least a master had thumped me.
The next semester I enrolled in West Virginia Institute of
Technology. This school was within commuting distance of my parents’ home, which
worked out real good. The tuition and books were economical enough to allow me
to purchase a 1964 Mustang convertible. This enabled me to see Linda every day,
drive forty miles to school, sleep in my uncle’s dorm room on campus, and then
drive another forty miles back to Beckley. Again, I was literally buying time to
look for a job so Linda and I could get hitched.
Early in 1973, I got a job with a Montgomery Ward’s store
in Parkersburg, West Virginia. The job was to begin in March and I was to be
employed as a TV and stereo bench technician. It paid three bucks an hour, which
was good money at the time—at least to me anyway.
It was at this time, in January or February, Linda and I
made our plans of matrimony public. In March of 1973, I started working on a new
job that was 150 miles from Beckley. I found an apartment across the Ohio River
in Belpre, Ohio.
Commuting back and forth to Beckley most weekends got old
pretty quick. But two weeks before making my wedding vows, I left my job as a TV
and stereo tech for a better job offer with the 3M Company. My new occupational
title was customer service representative—a fancy way of saying technician.
There was a marked increase in my salary plus the use of a company car. Linda
and I were married on July 28, 1973.
However, I soon discovered some unexpected dark clouds
coming in between me and this new sunny opportunity. Before I accepted the new
job my perspective manager had told me I would have to travel to St. Paul,
Minnesota from time to time for training. But, he assured me he would space the
training sessions out over a period of time due to my immediate nuptial plans.
But guess what. Four days after we got married I was on my
way to "sunny" St. Paul. The best I can remember, one morning on my way to
class, I saw it spitting snow—in the early part of August! Oh well. I figured
this would take care of my training excursions for awhile. But, I had figured
That first session lasted around ten days. After returning
to West Virginia I discovered I would be home for ten more days and then it was
back to Minnesota again for ten more. At the conclusion of my last training
session, I again flew back to West Virginia. This time the manager seemed to
greet me with a sarcastic grin of torture as he informed me I was going back to
Minnesota for training on Microfilm. I was to leave after being home for
fourteen days, which was good. But this time I was going to be gone for three
weeks. That did it!
Now you must bear in mind I was only nineteen years old and
one very frustrated newlywed. If you don’t take this into consideration, my
actions are going to seem like an over-reaction.
The announcement of a three-week training session sounded
like three centuries of hard labor as a monk in a monastery. Now, I had no
intentions of becoming a monk, but I figured three more weeks so soon again in
St. Paul would probably make me start swinging from trees like a monk-ey.
I contacted my manager from my previous job as a TV and
stereo technician and asked for my old job back. To my surprise he not only
offered my old job back, but he also offered me a generous raise over my
previous salary. I accepted with appreciative excitement. I was to start just as
soon as I could get relocated, which turned out to be the next couple of days.
The next morning the manager with the sadistic grin who
seemed to get a charge out of sending me to St. Paul was surprised—to put it
mildly—when I resigned. He tried to convince me to change my mine about leaving,
but Mr. Sadistic would have to find another yo-yo to string back and forth
between St. Paul and West Virginia, because this one had cut the string.
However on one of those trips to St. Paul I had a strange
encounter of my own that reminded me of my previous experience at Green Bank
with the WSWP crew. I have to say that I cannot remember exactly when this
occurred because it has been at least twenty-five years ago and maybe even
longer. Yet, I strongly believe this happened either in the summer of 1973 or
In either case, on one occasion while I was in St. Paul for
training I roomed with another technician from another part of the country that
happened to be a retired armed services man. Some how the topic of UFOs came up
while we were engaged in general conversation. He suddenly became very solemn
and related a story of his accidentally stumbling upon an area that I now
believe is known by the infamous title of ‘Area 51.’ The full account of this
story is found elsewhere on this website about my
encounter with this man.
In either case, Linda and I moved to Torch, Ohio the day I
resigned from the 3M Company. This was the first of September of 1973. A couple
of weeks later we moved to Belpre, Ohio.
Shortly after moving to Belpre the national news started
reporting how in Pascagoula, Mississippi, Calvin Parker and Charles Hickson had
supposedly been abducted by aliens in a UFO. This was reported to have happened
on October 11, 1973. I believe it was the news coverage of this incident that
got me looking seriously at UFOs. As I said earlier, I had been somewhat
interested in the topic ever since my visit to Green Bank one-year earlier in
I began going to the library and checking out any books I
could find on the topic. Even though we were on an extremely tight budget, I
would purchase any magazines that had any material relating to the unexplained.
UFOs, pyramids, or the Bermuda Triangle were topics that warranted a sacrifice
in the Robinsons’ budget of $98.00 take home pay per week.
The literature promoted the idea that extraterrestrial life
existed and that evolution was real. It also led me to believe that mankind’s
concept of God or gods, and supernatural claims made in many religions had
actually come about due to evolutionary advanced extraterrestrials interaction
with early man. Much of this literature postulated that early humans had
misunderstood the aliens’ advanced technology and inherent psychic abilities as
divine and advanced spirituality.
Initially, I only considered these strange new ideas as
possibilities, but I began to look for evidence to prove that they were indeed
true. My search began to broaden and venture into other closets of the strange
as a result, and my faith in evolution and extraterrestrials began to grow by
leaps and bounds.
Psychokinesis, mental telepathy, and other aspects of ESP
began to capture my interest also. They seemed to fit naturally in with the new
ideas and notions that were beginning to effect a complete paradigm shift in my
thinking and concepts about mankind and myself. In most—if not all—of the UFO
magazines I found ads for books and literature that dealt with topics and
concepts I now call the "occult." Back then they were labeled under the more
scientifically acceptable term of the paranormal. I repeatedly bombarded with
idea that within every human being lay latent psychic powers that were waiting
to be unleashed merely by reading the advertisements of this literature.
I also remember reading some ads that claimed that some
extraterrestrials, known as "Space Brothers," were sending messages to certain
types of individuals by mental telepathy. The messages warned about upcoming
cataclysmic changes that were coming upon the Earth. They also claimed that the
"Space Brothers" were soon going to come en masse in technologically
advanced flying saucers to rescue certain prepared individuals who would receive
them. At that time even I considered this "far out"—no pun intended.
During this time there were more than enough supposedly
‘controlled experiments’ and documented experiences with psychics presented on
TV and other media to keep me interested in my new belief system. There had even
been some programs on television that dealt with this topic that left me
believing there was indeed something to unknown powers being inherent in each
I eventually began my own private experiments with
psychokinesis and mental telepathy. But unlike many others that ventured to
travel the roads of the unknown during this time, I did not use drugs to help
kick-start my latent abilities. The thought of putting any chemicals in my body
was scary to me. To this very day I am glad I never purchased a ticket for one
of those trips—which often turned into one-way excursions from which too many
never found a way back.
Like many of you reading this book, I did not consider
something valid unless it was tangible to my mind after personal examination. At
that time in my life the Christian Bible was an old book about old dead people,
and it dealt with past events in which no eyewitnesses were alive to give me a
first hand account of what really happened. Nor was I given the privilege to
question them to determine their reliability and credibility. On the other hand,
the reported experiments and experiences that dealt with the paranormal
seemingly supplied that element of personal examination and validation.
During this time I began to encounter some mild paranormal
activity in our living quarters. I did not draw a correlation between these
occurrences and my strange activities at the time. I now believe these events
were connected. I also believe these occurrences were not merely paranormal
psychic activity, but something else—something much more organized and
I will relate one incident that occurred as follows.
I remember having become somewhat fascinated with what made
flying saucers able to fly as they did. Reportedly, they had been tracked by
radar going up to 30,000 miles per hour. They could stop on a dime or accelerate
to this speed and even higher almost instantaneously. At these speeds they could
make right hand turns or even reverse direction instantaneously—without slowing
down. I reasoned that to figure out how this was done would be tantamount to
making the biggest discovery of the century and maybe even the millennium. I
also figured a scientific discovery in this area would change all of life on
Earth for the better.
One I was meditating on some material I had read about the
electromagnetic spectrum. I had also read material about wave, vibration, and
particle theory. Suddenly, my mind seemed to kick into a gear I had never
experienced before. It literally seemed to be working independent of my own
desires and controls. It was like someone had turned on a television behind my
eyeballs. I was deluged with a unified theory that showed the relationships
between vibration, wave, gravity, and mass. The theory that began to develop not
only seemed to explain how gravity worked, but also the fundamentals of how to
Initially I was intrigued and surprised by what was
happening. But after several intense hours of this I literally became worn out.
I decided I had better stop the train of thought and get some sleep because I
had to go to work in a few hours. To my utter surprise—and dismay—I could not
stop what was happening!
My intrigue was gradually replaced by fear with that
realization. I was literally terrified because I did not understand what was
happening. Not only were the thoughts and paradigms not stopping so I could
sleep—they seemed to be intensifying. I resisted to the point beyond exhaustion.
As far as I can remember, Linda had never seen me cry out
of fear—until that night. Even at the writing of this manuscript, I do not
clearly remember how this frightening experience ended. I know I was more
desperate than I had ever been in my life. In my desperation I believe I may
have muttered a prayer to a God that I was not sure was there.
As a result of this experience, I put away everything
dealing with UFOs—for a while. But as "fate" seemed to have it, my interest was
kicked into high gear again when something else occurred. Some good friends, and
young couple, that lived in Belpre came by our apartment late one evening. They
were all ‘bug-eyed’ and excitedly talked about a big bright ball of light they
had just seen in the sky. They said it that appeared bigger and brighter than
the moon in perspective. They also said they watched as the object descended
behind a mountain range that was located just south of the Ohio River around
After extensive questioning and their drawing sketches, I
concluded they had seen a UFO. This incident piqued my interest again, and I
became determined to get to the bottom of the unexplained phenomenon of UFOs. My
faith in evolution and ETs rose back up to the forefront of my thinking once
During the fall of 1974, the failing national economy
forced me to make a survivalist move in my occupation. I was "led" to go into
management training because I knew when things got bad managers were usually the
last to get laid off. The management-training program was conducted at the same
location where I worked as a TV and stereo technician. The training lasted for
sixteen grueling weeks. At the end of the training period, I was assigned to
manage a service department located in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania.
In January of 1975, Linda and I said good-by to our friends
in Belpre and reluctantly traveled north east to a town we had never heard of
till two weeks before. I soon settled into my new job as the service manager,
and the real school began!
While in Beaver Falls I located new sources for UFO
magazines and like material. I also found this part of Pennsylvania had
previously had a high rate of reported UFO activity. Some of our new friends had
even witnessed a UFO following the Beaver River and hovering in one spot for a
short time. Thus, I continued to investigate and probe for answers hoping to
confirm my faith that had began to form while living in Belpre.
Due to the bad economy of that time, and also because of
rumors that were circulating among employees, I feared that the Montgomery Wards
store in Beaver Falls was going to close soon. I traveled to Charleston, West
Virginia to see a man who was the new service manager with 3M Company. I talked
with him about returning to my old job and he told me that he would get back to
me to let me know if anything opened up. A little while later I received a
letter from him that informed me that an opening was available for a tech in the
Charleston area. I took the new job offer—and sure enough—the store in Beaver
Falls closed a short time after I left.
When we returned to West Virginia, a great uncle of mine,
Walter Ferguson, invited us to move in with him. He had a big house in
Charleston, and he was up in age, widowed, and alone. We were thankful for the
offer and soon moved. We helped him with the house and paid a token rent amount.
This uncle was special me. He was working as Aid to the
governor of West Virginia. He had filled this position and had been so for some
twenty years under several different governors. He had carried the prestige and
respect of the position well, and some had even referred to him as the
‘Lieutenant Governor’ of West Virginia. When I was in my early teens he once
took my mother, my brother, and myself on a personal tour of Charleston’s
Capitol, and he had even let us sit in the governor’s chair in the governor’s
office! Needless to say, I had been impressed with him. My father and I had been
given his first and middle name. Even though his last name was Ferguson, not
Robinson, I had dropped Junior and added ‘The Second’ to the end of my name to
continue the name.
My uncle remarried (he wasn’t as old as some thought he
was!) about a year after we moved in with him. Linda and I began to look for
someplace else to live. We finally located a small apartment in Institute, West
Virginia that was within rock throwing distance of West Virginia State College.
It was now June of 1976. This is when things really began happening.
Linda went with me to see a movie entitled Chariots of
the Gods, based upon the book by Eric Von Däniken. Talk about a kick in the
old pants! This movie got my interest in the weird stuck in overdrive. It
reminded me of some of the previous literature I had read which postulated how
Jesus Christ had probably been an astronaut from another world. It had really
began to "click" for me—so it seemed.
During this time I also became an official investigator for
NICAP, i.e., the National Investigative Committee on Arial Phenomenon.
West Virginia was my assigned territory. I was fixed up with an official ID and
forms. I was ready, I was eager, and my new faith was really flourishing. More
is said elsewhere on this website about
my appointment with NICAP.
Society also seemed to be undergoing a complete paradigm
shift concerning values and morality. It appeared a new society was emerging
where ‘do your own thing’ reigned supreme. I was looking forward to this change
with great expectation.
Technology also seemed to be making quantum leaps in
advancement. Hand held calculators were now doing the same tasks older room
sized computers found difficult. A wristwatch now not only gave the time in
digits, but they also had alarms and stopwatches built in. There was even
rumored talk about watches with calculators built in. Satellite communications
were shrinking the world for TV, radio, and even telephone. The new breed of
computers were becoming incomprehensible, utilizing solid state microprocessors
and becoming awesome in ability and speed. The discoveries of new cosmological
entities such as quasars, black holes, and new galaxies by both improved
electronic telescopes and unmanned space probes, were tantalizing the minds and
imaginations of modern mankind. Even a consistent effort toward searching for
extraterrestrial life seemed to be gaining momentum by different government and
In addition, television and movie theaters seemed to be
slanting more and more toward science fiction and occult topics. There were:
Lost in Space, about a futuristic Robinson family traveling in an Earth
made flying saucer
My Favorite Martian, about a friendly human-looking alien with antennae
and psychic abilities
which was about the struggles of a "good" witch married to a not so smart human
Invaders, which was about not so human-looking nor friendly aliens who
could take human form in their bid to take over Earth; and of course the all
time classic which would later gain a cult-like following
Trek, about a star ship and intergalactic crew going where no man had ever
As time progressed the material began to get consistently
more serious in nature. Examples of these type were:
Rosemary’s Baby, about the Devil conceiving a child with an human
2001: A Space Odyssey, about an advanced computer programmed with AI
[artificial intelligence], running amuck while guiding an Earth made space ship
to the stars
The Exorcist, a so-called true story of demonic possession and
deliverance by Roman Catholic Priests; and another classic
Interrupted Journey, the factual dramatization of Barney and Betty Hill
who had allegedly been abducted by aliens and had experiments performed on them.
Well into the seventies, and even up till the writing of this manuscript, the
television and movie industry continues to gain momentum with their depiction of
Many common people were now wondering if some of the things
depicted by the entertainment industry could possibly be true. This new train of
thought was being helped along during this time by the publicity the media was
giving to events such as psychics aiding the police in solving crimes and the
nationally covered report of the abduction of Travis Walton on November 5, 1975.
In addition, the Israeli psychic, Uri Geller, was bending spoons all across the
nation while on national television, and he had attributed his power to forces
not of Earth. There was even the government’s formal recognition of a Church of
Satan in California. Talk about a rut!
Some pretty strange rumors had began surfacing also; such as the
U.S. federal government supposedly having a secret warehouse somewhere where
they were storing the preserved remains of extraterrestrial beings and their
crashed flying saucers. Due to the ‘Watergate’ scandal Americans were beginning
to believe their government was hopelessly corrupted and capable of
anything—including a galactic cover-up.
Some were even pointing to the non-conclusion of Project Blue
Book as a basis for their assertions. I am not saying these conclusions were
right. I am only saying that there were a significant number of people who were
thinking along these lines.
During the mid seventies West Virginia had a small UFO flap and
I got the chance to do some official investigating. It seemed that nearly
everywhere I looked, and all segments of society was undergoing a shift in
thinking. It also seemed that it was going in the same direction that I was
traveling. The theory of evolution and belief in intelligent extraterrestrial
life was gaining more and more ground and acceptance, with the world, and with
me. But I was really struggling in many other areas of my life, and my faith did
not help me, but only made matters worse in time. It was only after I came to
Jesus Christ by grace through faith that those struggles ended and I truly found
for what I had been looking for much of my life. That event is described
elsewhere on this website at how I was set free.
August 26, 2013.