My Personal Early Encounters Whilst Growing Up

Georgek

George
I was going to say how my life began, but I am going back further before it began.

I remember snippets from my past which I must admit felt dream like but very real. Daft things like walking on a a timber floored ship- looking at the buckles of my shoes as I walk into this kind of chemistry lab. Then silence.

Then looking at sunken ships at a bay as if a bomb had just dropped.

Again moving forward just before I was born as my guide is showing me the life of what will be and the things to watch out for.I am unconcerned and find myself in the cellar at Midland Avenue looking at my brother looking back at me just feet away.
Then looking down on myself as I could see straight through my body whilst having a white outline of white chalk. In later life my brother would often ask if I could remember the time when we first looked at each other in the cellar.

Time seemed to pass as I felt confusion with noise not being able to understand speech. I looked at my mother once placing saucepans in our kitchen cabinet that appeared a mile high. There were raised voices between my mother and grandmother as they seemed to be arguing about the saucepans.

Slowly words became recognisable as I grew up in Midland Avenue Nottingham.

Every three days my guide would appear outside the living room window watching me grow up.
I became familiar with that robed figure as he appeared miles tall. I took the opportunity to go outside and see him one day. Fear began setting in, as I got rather accustomed to life.

Standing beside him, he bent down and pattered me on the head as he again stood up, like as sentery at the window.
The figure often appeared and I became concerned. Not frightened as I could not understand what he ws doing out there.

One day I pointed him out to my mother who laughed saying that there was no one there!
This distressed me a lot because I did not understand?

The figure then disappeared as it seemed that it did not want to distress me and that I had submerged into the material world with new parents.

Perhaps this was a curiosity that allowed me to venture further into the unknown, as I became curious growing older.

Once the house was empty as my parents had gone out shopping for a few minutes. I sat on a chair overlooking the cellar door. A faint stomping sound seemed to emerge from down the cellar as the noise grew louder approaching the top. They grew louder still with a loud stamping and then silence for about 15 seconds . The cellar door suddenly blew open with such force that it nearly took the wall with it. Coming towards me were these strange looking characters that I later recognised as Red Coat soldiers.

They marched in twos and were probably two dozen of them. I watched these figures march right past me, straight faced as they passed through the kitchen door as their stomps appeared to fade into the silent air behind me.

I noticed that they had these strange hairstyles that I later recognised as quiffs. The thing that upset me was that they just ignored me. Nobody ignored me, as I was a cute kid.

The house was haunted and at times I was afraid. Once I was swiped across the face by this invisible assailant.

Fear seemed to be my obstacle as I wanted to overcome it. I felt that this fear was irrational and perhaps unfounded as there was nothing there.

The worst part of the house was the cellar. A dark abyss of of nothingness leading down with stone steps into what appeared eternal darkness.

If I could walk down these steps touching the walls as blackness filled my eyes than my worst fear would be over.

So I ventured down below at one step at a time with black in front of my eyes. The gradual smell of damp col entered my nostrils as I approached the inner cellar where we had the coal and my father chopped kindling to light our coal fires.

Pushing open the door, there was a flicker of burning, as I gazed upon what I can describe as a block of wood about two feet square which was blazing away from the top with a straight flame about one foot high.

I ran upstairs quicker than I ran down

Oh yer...a few more things happened like the sharpening of the pencils that I had earlier described here.

I began hanging about with a lad who lived up the road named Geoffrey Woodhead.

We would speak endlessly about ghosts and spent many a times looking into Mr Smith's haunted brickyard up the street.
Never saw anything though.

I finally left Midland Avenue in 1961 and all my friends came out to wish me well. We had about two dozen crowding our taxi as I finally made my way to my new life in Wollaton Nottingham where my UFO life began.

George
 
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Georgek

George
I think the house did have an effect on me, as I seemed to be in a perpetual kind of shock as in my photos.

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Looking at these past pictures of myself around 1958....I did have this look about being scared to death...lo
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Just had this longing of "I wanna go home!"

Which really did not help me at school. I am the kid on the extreme right .

Always got the report:- "Not interested....seems to dream a lot and must try to get on!"

The strongest ghost memory I had of Midland Avenue, was when I was writing a letter to Santa Clause.

I was still unable to write, so I got a piece of paper and scribbled lines as to represent words in 'gobli-goosh', then put it up my bedroom chimney for Santa Clause to read.

I remember placing the letter on the sooty ledge just before the main flue.
All was quiet for a few seconds, then I could hear a kind of rustling like rats up the chimney. A bit of soot fell down as I could hear my letter being opened .

There was a pause for a few seconds and I recollect that I was embarrassed for not making my writing eligible.

Perhaps I was about 3-4 years old...I cannot remember except that my mother was putting up our Christmas tree.

Suddenly my letter was thrown down the chimney as this wizened hand (which I assume belonged to Santa Clause but was long and spindly) came down the chimney and appeared to try grabbing me by twisting around and skewing the wrist blindly trying to reach for me.

I looked at the hand as I recoiled backwards and gazed at the twisting fingers which were very old like a 100 year old man's hand.

It pulled back and all was silent again.

I suppose all this did have an effect on me and yes I was sacred to death. Now I just laugh at these things but at the time...not so...lol

I left Midland Avenue and as mentioned began my new life in Wollaton, which was an upper class area compared to Lenton.

Having been bullied all my life, it was such a joy to be able to walk the streets without being attacked.

The kids back then were very dangerous as most carried knives and weapons. Twice I had a flick knife miss my neck.

They could happily kill you and nothing would happen to them. It was my sensitivity that made me that way.

Which later gave me the gift of vision.
 
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michael59

Celestial
Did you tell your mom what happened?

My ancestry is Scotland. I remember my brothers trying to relay a ghost story to my adult family members. They laughed. I know they believed in ghosts and spirits. But, thought UFO's were rubbish.
 

Georgek

George
Did you tell your mom what happened?

My ancestry is Scotland. I remember my brothers trying to relay a ghost story to my adult family members. They laughed. I know they believed in ghosts and spirits. But, thought UFO's were rubbish.
Hello Michael,
Many thanks for your input

My mum is perhaps more profound with her own encounters and likes to feel that she is the only one.

We are both psychic but she never made the most of what she had. ( I am using past tense here)

The main difference between me and my mother is that she feels that she is a good person (as I apologise for sounding cynical here) as she gets her messages from Jesus and the saints.

The reason why I see ghosts and UFOs is because they are so. Yet...all the same, the problem here is that the phenomena exists and the only way that they can communicate with us is by interacting with our beliefs.

If mum sees Jesus or saints sending her the messages that she receives...the end result was that the messages got through.

Regarding her views on my experiences, I am sorry to say that she is very cynical when it comes to others having these experiences.
Likewise the same with ghosts until she saw one at Sherwood Lodge where she was working with the police.

Back in the mid sixties she used to laugh her head off about UFOs especially with Frank Earp which I think also documents her in his book.:- 'Paranormal Nottingham' (not in a nasty way)

She got shook up pretty badly in the mid sixties after going into 'belly aching' laughter about this advert that used to appear on a TV commercial about Cadbury's Smash

It was mainly because we held group meetings in our garage.



The UFO people did not like that at all!

I was watching television at the time when there was this almighty explosion outside and the lights in the living room dimmed whilst the TV picture collapsed into a single horizontal line in the centre of the screen. The old CRT type.

Mum was going absolutely berserk with fear.

Whilst she was walking towards the garage to pick up her ironing board, something made her stop at the garage door.
She was looking through the window as this projectile from the sky (night time) shot through the roof, travelled down the light chord and exploded in mid air with a blue flash and explosion.

Had she been standing at that spot and not hesitated outside she would have been killed.
If the UFO people wanted to do that, they would not have missed.As I found out with 'Maribod' who had his town almost wrecked leaving his house intact. (long story) Or the 'Curse of Hurricane Kyle' as it struck Maine USA and then stopped.

We went into the garage which was locked with all windows shut as this strong smell of Sulphur lingered for about three minutes together with a strong smell of ozone. There was nothing there. Nor was the roof damaged.

My mum never forgot that but insisted that it was a meteorite that by chance missed her. That she was blessed by the saints. Only later did she think that it may have been a UFO that crashed?

She still 'rattles on' about it now about once every few weeks.

I think the message was:- "Do not laugh at us"

Some people are like that.
I will try interviewing her as to play back the video. Just to show togetrher with Frank's report that this is the truth

George
 
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Georgek

George
The New Era In the 1960s at Wollaton Nottingham
I moved to Wollaton around about June time as I recollect feeling bored having lost my friends at Lenton.
Perhaps around 1963 I teamed up with Gerry a part German who never got on too well with the rest of the kids. The war was still strife even then. Most of my friends in a way were a bit odd...lol

Like Geoffrey Woodhead. Having a name like that was off putting I suppose...lol

Being foreign was also a curse as the Brits hated foreigners in general.
Meeting up with Frank Earp was a joy. We used to spend hours talking about UFOs and he was a real expert as can be seen by his book Paranormal Nottingham.

I suppose the rest of the kids saw him as weird?

We all got together eventually and became an item. Then started the Universal Alien Contact Society (U.A.C.S)

The name speaks for itself.

I do not see the point in repeating of what Frank had written in his book. His account is pretty good but we do differ slightly. Again it is over 53 years ago.


Mural to mark 1965 UFO sighting



U.F.O’s Over Nottinghamshire

Frank Earp's New Book Paranormal Nottingham Featuring Georgek

UFOs spread from Warminster as Nottingham had it's first UFO flap. Whether we caused it to happen or if it was already here, I am not sure.

I can tell you this, that to be living in Nottingham at that time was fantastic. You did not have to go out looking for them, as they wee already there.

Nor was it uncommon for the street lights to go out as an object would coast along the road about thirty feet high and plunge us into darkness. Our main fuses would blow in the underground box as two 50 amp fuses would blow at once.

That would be getting near the overload of the sub station power load at well over 24Kw. Perhaps sucking 50Kw of induced power above the houses.

I held a sky watch in my back garden as the garden lit up with blue arc lights. They sent me a message that was projected onto the coal house wall. This I drew on apiece of paper and handed it to Frank the next day.

It was almost the same as the logo he placed on our new ID cards.

They knew everything about me and our group and from hence forth been communicating with us ever since.

Gerry had e a bugging device fall out of his ear recently which was buried deep within.

Our reports are endless as my fingers are getting sore typing...lol

I have here part of my old diary back in 1965 as to prove
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I am being honest. Excuse my spelling and bad grammar. On the 31st Aug I make a staement of flashing Morse Code to a UFO and receiving bright flashes of light.



George











 
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Georgek

George
Hello Rick,

What I can remember was that on occasions we had resaon to believe that a negative race existed near the belt of Orion.

They were meant to be dressed in black attire. As for the MIBs as a group we had no encounters.

We had interaction by the Ministry of Defence as they wanted to know what was going on?

Our skies were full of these strange sightings as many were picked up on radar.

They built a connection between our group and these sightings, as it appeared that every time they were there...we were there.

A chap from Clifton Nottingham showed a great interest in our group and made out that he was an enthusiast. I had only met him once.
Frank and Pete had more to do with him.
They began to realise that there was something strange about him, especially regarding this briefcase that he was most secretive about.
Perhaps my friends should not have done that but they opened his case to find a revolver, badge and ID signifying military intelligence.

According to Frank, he was quite okay about it. He came clean to mention that all the government wanted to know, was whether their was a security risk.

He was well satisfied that there was no outgoing concerns and wished us well before departing. He did ask us to be careful as a lot was still a mystery.

Frank told me about this guy fifty odd years ago, and it refreshed my memory when we were comparing notes for his new book.

Some ofd these UFO flashes of light appeared very much like this picture

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Except it would be purplish blue and explode feet away from your face. They usually occurred when you tried transmitting to them. The source would be blinding arc light but nothing physically there by which they lasted for up to one or two seconds. Except my first one which lit up our garden like daylight for a few seconds . Fifteen?

George
 
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Georgek

George
We did have a limited amount of government interaction with our group.

One reason perhaps was that we were very young and not considered much of a threat or influence.

The government certainly knew. This is one thing which I would like to mention to you UFO guys out there.

They are well aware that UFOs exist.....I cannot stress this much more strongly. Do not believe that NASA are looking fore intelligent life. This is just a ploy.

A guy at university named Gwyn used to work at Peterborough Airbase. The most level headed guy I ever met.
He used to tell me everything about the lead up to the invasion of Iraq. Things that never got into the newspapers about the 'dog fights' which occurred before the war, after he spoke to the pilots. Of course I gave him the impression that I did not believe in UFOs. I had to, as to be able to get on with the students.

He began rambling on about this UFO the size of a bus which had one Sunday morning hovered over his base. He was awoken suddenly by mass panic as all the pilots scrambled to their fighter planes. By the time they were air born the craft had gone.

The thing that made me laugh, was when I asked him if he honestly saw this craft.

He looked slightly sheepish to say:- "It wasn't just ME that saw it....It was the whole bloody base!"
He seemed to avoid talking about it, after that.


Being an aircraft engineer, he needed to qualify for job promotion.

The main government encounter that I had was back in the mid 1960s.
The object the size of a pea glowing bright could perhaps be anything, had it not remained stationary. This was in the afternoon as I viewed it from my house in Wollaton.

The biggest shock was when two English Electric Lightning jets took off vertically from an underground base a few miles where I lived which I never thought had existed.
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We lived in the outer city mostly built up. You could almost feel the heat from the engines as these two jets roared into the sky like thunder.

If you ever see a jet take off like a rocket, this is an experience. They may have taken off at about 45 degrees and then sharply raised their noses sharp into the sky to avoid the city?


They looped the object instead of firing on it in a complete circle as it just went out like a light bulb.

There was no hesitation as the two jets nose dived back into the ground where they came which was in a Northerly direction.

Nothing in the papers! All forgotten.

Regards

George
 
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