Alien Dawn: A Classic Investigation into the Contact Experience by Colin Wilson Read Free Book Online

day, when the tape recorder began to record, the wall plug was snatched out of its socket; Puharich tried to replace it several times, but it was snatched out each time.
    Now it is easy to put oneself in Puharich’s place. Ever since he had met Geller, miracles had been taking place on a daily basis. A mysterious voice, speaking from the air, had assured him that he and Geller had an important task to perform, a task on which the future peace of the world could depend. Puharich began to feel that they were in the same position as the ancient Hebrew prophets, in direct contact with supernatural forces. He had always believed that, when the Bible says that the voice of God spoke to the patriarchs, this was merely a manner of speaking. Now he felt it was literally true.
    Everyone will also agree that, under those circumstances, most of us would accept that the ‘supernatural’ (or extraterrestrial) forces were genuine, not some kind of hallucination or confidence trick. With the laws of nature being contradicted on a daily basis, as the ‘voice’ proved its power by making things happen before their eyes, the most hardened sceptic would believe.
    Often it was for their eyes only. Driving in the desert, Geller, Puharich and another witness saw a giant spacecraft; yet the three military personnel in the front seat were unable to see it. The space intelligences obviously had strange powers of mind control.
    But what was their purpose? If Geller had been selected for some tremendous task, what was it? The voice explained that ‘they’ would soon be involved in a mass landing on planet Earth, which would finally convince the human race of the reality of supernatural forces. But when Puharich protested: ‘We need some clarification about what our work is about’, he was told: ‘You must be patient, very patient. You are working twenty-four hours a day for us, but you don’t even realise it’.
    The reader finally begins to suspect that the space intelligences are not quite clear about their own objectives. Puharich was told: ‘Do a movie on Uri’. But the movie fell through. (In due course, I was hired by Robert Stigwood, the theatre impressario, to work on a film about Uri, but that also fell through.) When Uri was ordered to go to Germany, the space intelligences seemed to believe that public demonstrations of his powers would somehow convince everyone of the reality of spiritual forces. But, in spite of stopping an escalator and a cable car, Uri’s feats quickly ceased to interest the Germans.
    The space intelligences also seem to have mishandled Geller’s subsequent American trip. For some reason, they had ordered him to refuse any scientific testing. Geller went ahead anyway—with Hal Puthoff and Russell Targ at Stanford University—and the test results were impressive, with clear evidence of telepathy, and the ability to influence compass needles and bend and break small metal objects.
    But American magicians, backed by Time magazine, had already decided he was a fake, and Time had a louder voice than a few Stanford scientists. Geller became increasingly angry and embittered, and he and Puharich began to have disagreements. Geller began to feel doubts about the ‘voice’, wondering if it might be just ‘a goddam little clown that is playing with us’.
    In spite of which, the space intelligences continued to demonstrate their powers. One day, Puharich’s dog vanished in front of their eyes and reappeared in the garden. And when Puharich quarrelled with Geller, and expressed his disgust with the space intelligences, there was a gigantic thunderstorm, and a grandfather clock was hurled across the hall and smashed into pieces.
    Yet still the space intelligences seemed to have no clear idea of what they wanted Puharich and Geller to actually do.
    Finally, Puharich was instructed to break his vow of silence and write a book about it all. The result, of course, was Uri: A Journal of the Mystery of Uri Geller