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again, but I hoped it would be soon! those pipe dreams so you can get publicity Now for the first time I found that what for the IFSB! Do you think people are the aliens had shown me had given me an going to believe such nonsense? Give up _ insatiable curiosity to learn more. It was as the idea of making contact with creatures _ if the film had broken during an engrossing from another world. If they were going to movie and I was sitting in the darkness contact somebody, it wouldn't be you. hoping it would resume soon. This curiosi- There are more intelligent people around _ ty had grown into an incredible longing to they would want to meet!" see and hear more from them. He hung up as I held on to the phone Thad to make a decision about my fur- with a sinking feeling. My best friend had _ ther relationships with the IFSB. I decided refused to listen to me. How would others that my best way of handling the commit- react? What a predicament to be in—with tee would be to tell them only part of the nobody to confide in. What had I got — truth. I could tell them I had a visit from myself into? certain individuals, whom I could not Suddenly I became conscious of and name, who had warned me against further more afraid of another threat, a mundane _ investigation of UFOs. If I told them they terror which eclipsed the more unearthly had shown credentials, had revealed much fears I had gone through and survived. to me as to the secret behind the saucers, What might happen if my story did get out and that the saucer mystery was approach- to the wrong people? I was reaching a kind _ ing a solution, the committee might tend to of numb familiarity with the people from be satisfied and even attach an Earthly another world, and as I chuckled somewhat explanation, in their own minds, to my ironically to myself I realised that my final actions. downfall might more likely come from a I would simply tell them it would not be visit by a different kind of men—dressed in possible to publish anything, because such uniforms of white, freshly laundered at — was not the proper method, nor was it the their home base, the booby-hatch! proper time for such an action. All infor- Continued from page 68 Le know when I might be contacted mation was being withheld by orders from what I would simply term "a higher source". I decided the best possible thing to do would be to discontinue publishing Space Review in its present form, for I already knew the secret of the UFOs and no one would believe the story anyhow if it were published. Why go on conducting an investigation of something no longer a mystery? Money for memberships was pouring into IFSB headquarters. I felt that accept- ing memberships under the present circum- stances was not fair, for these were joining under the charter of the IFSB which stated we would one day find a solution to the mystery and inform all members about it. So this was the main part of the business conducted at the next meeting. As I had hoped, the committee agreed to everything I proposed after I had told them the altered version of the visitations. I asked them to reveal nothing I had said until Space Review came out in October. They pledged their silence, but I was to learn within a few days that the pledge was not kept. those pipe dreams so you can get publicity for the IFSB! Do you think people are going to believe such nonsense? Give up the idea of making contact with creatures from another world. If they were going to contact somebody, it wouldn't be you. There are more intelligent people around they would want to meet!" He hung up as I held on to the phone with a sinking feeling. My best friend had refused to listen to me. How would others react? What a predicament to be in—with nobody to confide in. What had I got myself into? Suddenly I became conscious of and more afraid of another threat, a mundane terror which eclipsed the more unearthly fears I had gone through and survived. What might happen if my story did get out to the wrong people? I was reaching a kind of numb familiarity with the people from another world, and as I chuckled somewhat ironically to myself I realised that my final downfall might more likely come from a visit by a different kind of men—dressed in uniforms of white, freshly laundered at their home base, the booby-hatch! 84 - NEXUS — Close Encounters with Mysterious 'Men in Black’ — Continued in the next issue of NEXUS... FEBRUARY - MARCH 1998