Free Eye to Eye: Ashton Ford, Psychic Detective by Don Pendleton Page A

common-logic flow
of cause/effect events may be tied together with the slightest
psychic insight, consisting maybe of no more than a "hunch"—but you
can build a great psychic reputation that way. This case began
where it should have ended, with the discovery of a corpse. It
exploded from there to geeks and spooks, a professional hitman
waiting patiently for my head at my driveway, the President of the
United States and the entire world intelligence community, a whole
gaggle of missing eminent scientists, a creation-physicist with
thunder in the valley and a frightened child between the ears, a
gun battle beneath the eye of God—and all this coupled to the
certain knowledge that this particular reality was expanding at the
speed of light because there was no gravitational mass to restrain
it.
    So don't sneer at me, damn
it, for talking about flying saucers. A flying saucer is only
marginally more phenomenal than a phantom jet, anyway; it is a
difference, primarily, of performance capability, a matter of order
of magnitudes somewhat in the same class as the difference between
Orville Wright's Kitty Hawk experience and NASA's Space Shuttle. To
a Neanderthal, peering fearfully from his cave at a silver disk
hovering directly overhead: okay, yes, phenomenal as hell—but don't
smirk at me about flying saucers when I am standing beside a
telescope that sees the edge of the universe. The Neanderthal and I
do not, thank God, inhabit the same conditioned reality.
    If you want to talk "miraculous," then let's
please move into the miraculous class. Let's talk about quasars and
pulsars, red giants and black holes; let's talk temperatures of 100
million million million million million degrees which, I am told,
accompanied the birth of this universe, and let's talk "energy" and
"matter" as interchangeable terms for the same stuff depending on
temperature. Closer to home, much closer, let's talk about
individual atoms created in stars yet used by an exploding ovum to
fashion a living being like you or me.
    Then let's get down,
really down, and talk about a pastoral God who wallowed in the dust
of planet earth to bring forth Adam—the same dust, presumably, that
He built in the stars—and let us wonder, for just a moment, where
the ancients got these fantastic ideas. How did an ancient,
prehistoric man ever draw the connection between living flesh and
planetary dust? Who told him that? Who told him that there was
nothing before a moment of creation, when all around him was
abundant evidence of foreverness—and who told him that "the
spirit" moved across the flowing rivers of celestial hydrogen (two
atoms of hydrogen and one of oxygen, remember, makes water) and
separated them to bring forth the world, when clearly, to him,
water was water and air was air (firmament) and never the two did
occupy the same space at the same time.
    You want to talk
"miraculous?" Let's talk, then, about an aboriginal tribe in Africa
whose oral history traces their origins to a binary-star system in
the Pleiades—and their "logo," apparently a star map depicting a
binary-star and created many hundreds of years before our own
astronomers with their powerful telescopes were able to determine
the existence of such a system in Pleiades. Who told them
that?
    We were discussing
conditioned realities, remember. If it is that difficult, and
apparently it is, for many modem humans to think freely, imagine
how much more difficult it must have been for early men to make the
break from the sensible world and to leap the mind into an entirely
new and nonsensible world which, nevertheless, was more real than
the other.
    I am not saying that the
"Lord" of Moses was a flying saucer—but it sure sounds like one,
and something fed
those folks in that desert for a couple of generations, "manna" or
whatever. I am not saying that the ancient Hindus ever actually
got off the ground but the Vedic texts give very convincing
descriptions of "...an apparatus that moves by inner