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Great Truths Forming in the Void.
Arthur Shuttlewood

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This classic piece of Shuttlewoodiana appeared in Merseyside UFO Bulletin, volume 3, number 2, April/May 1970.

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What one can only describe as a singularly unusual experience befell John Roseweir, national Vice-Chairman of Contact UK, and me on the night of January l2th this year [1970], when we were at Cradle Hill, Warminster, focal centre of so many inerplicable aerial phenomena for the past five years.

Singular because it was the first UFO of this particular type ever seen in our quarter of the country. Silently, it glided into view at exactly 9.30 p.m. from the south-west and hovered for a total of twenty seconds almost due south of where we were positioned on the hill proper, by the now-familiar white metal gate.

The ellipsoid was pure gold in colour and suspended at a height of about fifty feet above ground level between Cop Heap, and the Warminster Downs edged by West Wilts Golf Club greens. Over the sun-disc aeroform was a silvery plume which, in spite of a fairly stiff south-east breeze, was motionless and unwavering; and from the bottom portion of the UFO a dark triangle or pyramid shape could clearly be seen at a later phase. Both observers estimated the ‘craft’ to be no more than a mile distant from the viewing base, the ellipsoid probably of 30 feet overall dimension. [See Fig. 1]

Immediately prior to this we were quietly discussing megalithic crosses and monoliths, also the recurrence of tho numbers 3 and 9 in progressive stages of UFO sightings and research, significance of the Great Pyramid at Gizeh, recent ‘haywire’ and inconsistent scientific instrument readings of what power lies beneath the area of the Sphinx, etc., difficult to compute with any degree of finality.

In my last book I mentioned a special ‘visitor’ on the morning of August 27th of 1967. Then on exactly the same date in 1969 we had a definite UFO landing at Warminster with 13 witnesses present – far more convincing than one poor soul on his own. Well known researcner Norman Oliver gave us unexpected backing in this true story, which the cynics – as usual bless them -were still inclined to deride as ‘far too fantastlc to credit.’

He affirmed, publicly, that “An interesting point is that there were several people camping out on The Copse with scientific equipment, including a geiger counter, who asked to be shown the spot where the figure appeared. Whilst the geiger counter worked normally elsewhere the reverse of what might perhaps have been expected occurred at the spot where the figure had been seen; the geiger counter ‘packed up’ and registered nothing: This was tested several times to make sure the counter itself was not at fault, but with the same result.”

I mention this corroboration, because it was a complete surprise to Warminster ‘regulars’ unaware that other watchers were present besides the 13, who included an ex-Naval Ccmmander’s wife. However, to return to the ‘pyramid’ sighting saga.., August 27th of 1967 and 1969 brought minor revelations — and the digits of the montn date may be of importance difficult to assess at present… 2 + 7 = 9. Perhaps August 27th of 1971, following the logical sequence of a ’3′ in the pattern, will be especially significant.

On January 10th (1 + 8 = 9) at 9-30 p.m. (another ’9′ and ’3′), the dark pyramid appendage dangling from the bottom of the UFO seemed to sidle sideways and land at a point near Cop Heap after the glowing golden craft winked brightly three times and vanished. The plume at the top dissolved simultaneously. What did it all mean? And how often we have wondered precisely that, after so many strange sightings at Cradle Hills

On February l8th this year (again, 1 + 8 = 9) I had to report Warminster Chamber of Commerce annual dinner locally. While there, incidentally, a guest-of-honour, printer Mr Arthur Maidsent ~ President of Salisbury Chamber of Commerce, confided that he and a friend recently saw a most peculiar light formation in a village near the city, telling me: “This sort of thing is not unique to Warminster, you know.” (Perhaps ufologists might care to interview him one day to get the whole story?)

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At 7.20 p,m, on February 10th, I went for a short stroll up Elm Hill before setting out for my reporting date. Again the  pyramid-carrying UFO manifested, in about the same sky region betwixt downs and Cop Heap. Once more the ’3′ and ’9′ aspect struck me. 7.20 p.m. (7 + 2 = 9) on the 10th. It is dangerous and negative, obviously, to think subjectively: it is alien to my job as a qualified news reporter, who always seeks the objective angle of any story, but what does the reader think of the following, which came after much ‘concentrated thought on this three and nine mystery that occurs with strange frequency in the UFO pattern of late? My mind, free from mundane considerations, was simply open to ideas that filter through all minds occasionally – and should be welccomed if not of egotistic volition…

First, against a dark backcloth, a silver circle appeared. Then a cross lighted up the centre, And from each end of the cross formation the figure ’9′ flashed with tremendous brilliance. Here in a brief illustrated form is what I saw. [See Fig. 2] But even more vividly, as a sense of drama awoke within me and my startled eyes tried to make my brain understand something even more inexplicable than any of the genuine UFO sightings I have been privileged to witness, the pattern expanded and I became aware of the following:

The cross became of the dimensional status of a Union Jack, with the circle filled by eight instead of the former four sections in separation. Then the number ’90′ began to flicker at the right on the second line down, then at its side.

Excitedly, my brain raced and came up with the rather shocking revelation that 9 must be the most significant figure perhaps in the entire Universe, not just on Earth, together with the 3 that the spiritual and scientific factions among us recognise as having importance. Here, then, is the completed pattern of the circle: [See Fig. 3]

You will note that it is literally full, chock-a-block, of nines. Add any two numbers together and the answer is always NINE. For example, 360 and 180 total 540 = 9, Or 270 with 225 = 495 = 18 = 9. Do you follow the reckoning? Try any random or deliberate additions and you cannot escape the finality of that nine.

In my third and final book on UFOs, which will tell how one of the Rolling Stones pop group, Mick Taylor, came to Warminster and saw aerial wonders, how Patrick Moore and Bob Chapman fared in visual experiences of the unworldly, etc., this 9 and 3 association will be dealt with more fully.

Because man is not infallible nor ever will be until his consciousness is volunta:rily geared to the overtones of Universal Truth and the indivisibility of matters scientific and spiritual, Idare not announce any findings too prermaturely. hero are a few thoughts for open-minded readers and ufologists to mull over. However: is it possible that, by this circle and its divisions ang additions, we are being shown a zodiac of great antiquity in which the number of signs is eight in place of twelve?

Could this be a zodiac for the planet Earth, or some other heavenly body? The cross and the 9 together are more than symbolic, I feel intuitively and it could be that we have established a link, and that it is in the ancient esooteric astrology which predates Babylon and Chaldea, but the question must be: Which people and where? Also – so important and vital to further ufological progress of true purpose – WHY? The ’9′ is virtually jumping off the paper, just as it did off the perimeter or edges of my vision at the time it manifested so weirdly.

This is the last article I shall write on UFOs. There will be no more public communiques issued by our small and dedicated team of researchers from Warminster. Thereby, harsh critics and slander, libellous comment and unfair attacks on character, will no longer be possible: for such practisers may be doing themselves immense damage by indulging in unwarranted vitriolics!

Let the sceptics make their own way in future – not have everything put on to a plate for them to dissect according, to their own ego. We now officially retire from the scene, for Truth finally must be arrived at by personal and individual experience; and one cannot get that by sitting comfortably in an armchair. With onset of illness Bob Strong has lost almost four stones in weight in less than a year.

That he is on the mend now, recuperating slowly, is because he has given up a long and physically exhausting task, sick and tired (as I am) of the carping criticisms of the minority, who bedevil and belittle the enormous importance of the sacred subject as well as upsetting us as is obviously intended, Good luck to all open-minded ufologists everywhere.

Truths will percolate, with patience. The UFO enigma may constitute a many-sided coin of the Unknown; but Truth equates them all.

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The Wrath of Shuttlewood

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Vol. 4 No. 5 of Merseyside UFO Bulletin (December 1971) was entirely devoted to an article by Alan Sharp which attacked unscientific approaches to the UFO phenomena. On Warminster, he had this to say, amongst other things:  “Gullibility, wishful thinking, belief in the supernatural and sheer ignorance are prime factors in the generation and acceptance of UFO reports. The new ufologists devote much energy to the encouragement of these human failings,which can be seen in operation at almost any gathering of UFO enthusiasts, but nowhere better than at Warminster where contactee, author and journalist Arthur Shuttlewood has directed affairs for several years and has worked up a fine air of mystery and an enormous collection of spurious sightings have now been generated.”

This provoked the following letter which was published in our next issue (Vol. 4, No. 6). It should surely be regarded as a classic of its kind.

A Letter From Mr Arthur Shuttlewood

shuttlewoodOne notes, with a quiet and understanding chuckle, that Alan W. Sharp looks out from his sacred ivory tower and INSISTS that ufology “must be studied in a logical, objective manner, or not at all.” This has the ring of dictatorship about it. You’ve got to be sharp to out-sharp Sharp, eh? But let’s be democratic.

His vision-restricting attitude, in face of swelling testimony globewide, will get neither him nor more earnest research students anywhere at all as to the true nature of this important subject. It is a matter which – by virtue of numerous facets and aspects that bewilder and befog scientific concepts of today that are universally inadequate in vision – will always defy the approach he advocates – nay INSISTS – must fit his puritanical rather than pure terminology.

I see, too, we are back to scurrilous attacks on personal character and integrity, rather than objective presentation of facts, in your latest abysmally trite issue. Out with the scalping hatchets and carving knives to cripple those whose views (because they have had considerable experience of the phenomena) are more valid, sensible and fair than your own, which are strangled in a one-sided web of ignorance.

Those whom you try to intimidate (and I’m positive we have no fear of a trio of critics, especially armchair variety, of earth, when we dare to walk among the unknown!) are amused and share welling pity for MUFOB content and policy; for they have enjoyed a privilege none of your home-bred correspondents (or so-called editors) have known. At least, they have had more than casual brushes with UFO manifestations and assess them accordingly. Has it ever struck your rather feather-pated attitude that it needs a great deal of moral courage to stick one’s neck out and affirm: “I have seen something inexplicable”? It does need enormous courage, equal to that I knew on the battlefield in the last war, to do this, knowing one will automatically be branded a liar, crank, hypocrite or worse. This courage deserves respect, instead of MUFOB belittling and crude criticism far removed from human decency.

“Those people from the north who are blind to reality” is a description I have frequently heard

Without our experience, such puny puppets of Condon thinking are sunk without trace; and the MUFOB MOB (“those people from the north who are blind to reality”, is a description I have frequently heard) is drowning in deep water with no public interest in their dogmatic and dreadfully dull viewpoints based on personal INEXPERIENCE only.

Anyway, why should we suffer the short-sighted, visionless, prejudiced and self-inflating pontificating of three stick-in-the-mud scribes whose active research in operational fields of practical work is practically nil? A trio whose pompous and pedantic phraseology is boring and lifeless, because it is not chained to links of personal experience? Who on earth do Sharp, Rimmer and Harney think they are; and whom do they represent so bovinely in the face of weighty evidence that shrieks: “UFOs are for real.”? Why do they persist in bedevilling instead of aiding the UFO cause in credibility? We know, of course, but are too polite and gentlemanly to speak so bluntly and cruelly!

What acid-tongued and one-track-minded minority groups like MUFOB fail to appreciate is that their voices are mere squeaks against the leonine roars of the majority. Therefore, they are freaks who cannot understand that statistical weights of evidence are more valid than the infamous Condon report which blew up into nothingness because not one of the “experts” (??!!) had ever seen anything unusual. MUFOB comes into the same abysmal bracket of ignorance.

I say this not unkindly, for I have always stressed one has to see to credit or believe in UFO manifestation.

I could not sink to the intolerance of Sharp, whose constant and petty allusions and sniping about Shuttlewood mistaking a thunderstorm for a UFO have appeared in print so many times with monotonous repetition. Has it ever entered your devious minds that poor old Shuttlewood, knowing full well even at that early stage that MUFOB carried scalping knives everywhere they went to try and kill off valuable evidence at source, said this deliberately in order to get rid of the dragging influence of disbelieving MUFOB MOBsters? Think it over… Look at yourselves for a welcome change and note the many human failings in contradistinction to “judge not lest ye be judged”. You have cast enough stones, but soon they will rebound. Mark my words, uttered without malice aforethought like those crawling over your bulletin like aimless spider-legs!

A feather-brained attitude of mind always fights a losing battle against the better-thinking majority. So wake up! Start to really live (there’s a nice split infinitive for purist Rimmer to grip onto) and go out among your fellow beings in search of that which DOES exist, despite your nagging doubts and at times character-savaging mania.
Yours not unkindly, Arthur Shuttlewood, Warminster

P.S. Happy New UFO Year!

P.P.S. After your next issue, please DON’T send me any more! I want HELPFUL aids, NOT destructive nonsense, in MY search for UFO truths.

 

The Latest Warminster Landing. Arthur Shuttlewood.

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We published much comment about Shuttlewood’s skywatching techniques in the good old days. Here, in a report published in Merseyside UFO Bulletin, Vol. 2, No. 4, July/August 1969, the man himself reports on one of his skywatches.

shuttlewoodThirteen people were in our skywatching party at Cradle Hill, Warminster, on the evening of Wednesday, 27 August 1969. An unlucky number? Not so far as a dramatic double UFO sighting and landing were concerned, on this auspicious occasion, anyway! Accept or reject the following – that is your prerogative.

My team mates, Bob Strong and Sybil Champion, left the hill at 9.30 p.m., after we had been observing for about an hour. They went off to Starr Hill, midway between Battlesbury and Scratchbury, other well known viewing points locally. The remaining 11 were:
Ex-naval commander’s wife, Mrs Kathleen Bent; her friend Mrs Eileen Keck, of Winchester; Mr Ian Cowan and his wife Kathryn, Bournemouth; American Mrs Gwen Smith, of Seattle; Mr Christopher Trubridge, Gosport; his friend Mr Robert Coates, Yorkshire; an American-speaking visitor who calls himself Diophantes, from Sirius 6 (his own claim, not mine); Mr Julian Butler, Mr John Alford and myself, of Warminster.

At 10.10 p.m. the attention of several pairs of eyes was caught by what Mr Butler described as “a burning bush”, about 600 yards south-west of our vantage point on Cradle Hill. It is a little right of the West Wilts Golf Clubhouse and a few hundred yards short of it, at a point near a long and straggling hedgerow.

Frankly, I suspected it was rubbish being burnt by the farmer, Mr Geoffrey Gale (it is his land); but we all commented how strange that this circular flame should suddenly erupt, without warning, and no smouldering or smoke noticed prior to this by our keen-eyed group.

Chris and Bob immediately tore across the intervening land. Others, self included, climbed the white gate and followed at a more leisurely pace. (Perhaps because we are older?) The burning effect “died” on the ground and we were instantly aware of a large orange ellipsoid that hung stationary over the top of the lighted clubhouse at low altitude – we estimated somewhere around 100 feet at most. It was immobile for a good three minutes, according to my watch.

John said: “It’s far too big and brilliant for Mars, although it’s the same colour.” Julian said: “No – Mars is away to the left, higher over Cop Heap.” And there was no lingering doubt when the object, increasing radiance, started to move to south-east, across Cop Heap and away over the shoulder of Battlesbury towards Starr Hill.
It was huge! It moved slowly, sedately, throwing off a brightful and fitful halo around the main body of the craft.

We had now picked out a second, similar shaped object, much higher than the first, smaller because of this factor and a dull mat white in hue. It was keeping pace with the bright orange UFO, tailing and trailing it. But our attention was abruptly dragged from the visual treat…

I had sped back to the main group of watchers, eager that one in particular – she is over 80 years of age – should see the second and smaller UFO, too. She was so thrilled as I pointed it out, able to view it easily with the naked eye. The others had spotted it and I heard cries coming from the field – and tearing towards us, ashen faced, were Chris and Robert.

They drank hot coffee to recover from shock and shattered composure. Then they blurted out an amazing story. When they reached Kidnapper’s Hole, where the hedge ends, they saw the flame or “burning bush” peter out; and in its place was a tall figure, dressed in a tight-fitting black suit that had a sheen reflected in their torchlight. A gold-coloured “sash” or “bandolier” (the youths’ terms) was around its neck and shoulder, winding around the waist.

Bob is 6 ft 1 in tall. He thought the figure to be a good foot taller than he. Chris confirmed this. Long, dark hair falling to the shoulders, bright eyes – and rather “feminine” features, the lads felt. The figure did not move – but they, overcome by fear, could not approach nearer than about 30 yards from it. Courage and nerves failing, they ran back to the hilltop.

The two were closely questioned by the rest of the watchers while I made my way across the field, bathed in moonlight. I had a torch and was beaming a friendly message in morse code in front of me, to relieve my own apprehension and any felt by the visitor. My knees were knocking, I admit, yet one can never reach understanding of the unknown when fear triumphs over genuine love and concern for all others…

Nothing was seen of the figure from then on. Chris, Bob, Julian and John revisited the spot near Kidnapper’s Hole where it had stood: they all saw the hedgerow, clubhouse, two trees on the skyline; none smelled smoke or ashes.

Perhaps in the general excitement, because one is caught in the thrall of something truly inexplicable and unworldly, one says peculiar things at times like these, which are inordinately charged with human emotion. “I’ve an idea they will be back, but not in the same form,” I recall predicting to the watchers.

Events at around 11.45 p.m., extending to about 1 a.m., on Thursday, 28 August, were probably more puzzling than the earlier sightings and landing. Forming a triangle in themselves, in a perfectly clear sky shot by a full moon’s rays and a myriad stars, three cigar-shaped formations appeared. They were cloudlike, yet having a density and “roundness” to them, quite plasma-like.

One was over Battlesbury, to the east, the two others over the Cradle Hill copse area. Two vanished after a while, then the third – over the copse – broke in half. The bottom portion cut away, separated from the rest, and was transformed into a pyramid shape, symmetrical and of a three-dimensional quality in the atmosphere.
It was at times completely opaque and solid, at others transparent, so that one could see through it and view the interior. It was startling – and provides another facet to the whole subject and significance, maybe, of ufology. The only one of the 11-strong group not witnessing this pyramid was Mrs Bent, asleep in her car after a long journey, a tiring day and night…

Bob Strong and Sybil, meanwhile, watched the two UFOs glide gently overhead from their sighting point near a farm barn near Starr Hill. They curled away east, winking lights seen at ground level by the two observers – Bob is a former RAF bomber crewman – at a spot near the horizon to the east.

Ground-to-air communication between earth base and craft? We can only surmise and theorise on this possibility. But 13 witnesses of the two objects – noiseless and gliding slowly until they spun at swifter speed upward – are far better and more convincing than one poor soul on his own.

The area around Kidnapper’s Hole (the name has an ominous ring to it, yet the landing there was open and probably coincidental) showed one small patch of burning the following morning. Even so, it did not appear to be recently caused, and no rubbish had been ignited there for days.

So – back to square one in the giant jigsaw puzzle of the Great and Spectacular Unknown that these craft constitute? Not quite… This sighting and landing were in keeping with sundry strange incidents around Warminster over the past five years; especially the singular case of the “flying sword” UFO and “phoenix bird” sighting that hovered overhead for three minutes, amethyst in colour until duck-bobbing away, when it changed to crimson. These stories, true and with witnesses present, will have to “keep” for the time being.

We are inclined to believe, from available evidence that has steadily accumulated on the local UFO front, that there exists at Heaven’s Gate, on the Longleat Estate near Warminster, a point on our earth where a “window” or “gate” exists that allows two dimensions to converge, meet and – who knows – even communicate. What our scientists would term a “time warp”, in effect. More of that anon…

Of one thing we are sure: although I am an Essex man, reared there and born in Bishops Stortford, Hertfordshire, Warminster is a place which will be remembered for many years. It could be that – whatever is designed to happen in future – it will be a focal point of any big cosmic operation affecting our planet. May I leave you with a sobering thought?

If any big power on earth developed a metal that cannot be detected by radar, resisting and not affected by radio waves, this would create the biggest threat yet to present world peace. It would further heighten nuclear buildup dangers. It just might be that such a metal has been perfected – and near future years will prove much.
But we can be quietly confident that a greater intelligence from a different dimension on our earth, in concert with extraterrestrial travellers who are more enlightened in universal knowledge, will be keeping a wary eye on these threats – and could even neutralise the launching of nuclear warheads onto unsuspecting peoples in the next decade.

No bets taken – but it is worth thinking over, carefully…