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EDITED AT HIGHER LEVEL REQUEST..........


Saturday May 11th 1974 began on a high note. Myself and fellow BUFORA Investigator were assigned to investigate a possible ufo landing case in Leighton Buzzard, Hertfordshire. The outcome proved less of a high however as torrential rain stopped us from finding the original witness and alleged landing site. In short, due to the weather we left the case in the lap of the local BUFORA member whom we requested to begin an investigation on our behalf. We drove homewards to Essex. My fellow investigator lived in Chingford at that time.

We drove south, looking left I realised where we were, Sewardstone road and stated something to the effect of "Hey, thats Barn Hill Yeah?". A nod of agreement from him, then a realisation. We stopped the car on the grass verge and both got out of the car, stood by the fence and gazed silently over towards the copse and the ridge. Both silently deep in thought, of the day back in 1970 when the 2 Enfield children were found. We spoke about what we each were doing that day. After a time, looking around casually I noticed what looked like a person standing by the trees on the ridge and called my friends attention to it.

The ridge and treeline from our position is approx 400yds. We decided to have a closer look and reached into the car for our respective binoculars and then focussed on the figure, standing completely still, facing us.
Thru the 10x50 binoculars the figure was indeed perplexing, it was approx average human height, wore what could only be described as a black gown which reached from the neck down to the ground. It had long blonde/white hair but what disturbed me was that the being had no facial features at all, a blank. My fellow investigator was just as agitated as I was at seeing this. Talking between ourselves as to what the hell was going on, he said look to the left of the trees, I raised my bins and followed his finger pointing, there, stood an identical being, swinging back towards the right the first being had gone, then left again but that being had gone too. Totally bewildred I lit a cigarette and leaned back on the car wondering what this was all about. My friend shouted "Look, along the hedgerows"..........these were about half way, about 200Yds away from us. Now this sounds funny but only was funny looking back afterwards, at the time I was seriously puzzled and concerned. Along the hedgerows ran, at a pretty fast pace, a white roughly human shaped 'thing', it had no features at all, this was joined by another nearby. These were simply aimlessly dashing about.

Enough is enough I thought, I said to my friend something to the effect that, and I was joking, that these were the two ghosts of the Enfield children. It was meant as a joke but my friend said "****" and got back in the car hurriedly saying lets get out of here.
We drove away and stopped in a carpark a mile or so away and discussed what we had just seen, what a day this is turning out to be. We laughed at our rapid departure, two grown men scared away by dashing around little whatever they were LOL.

It was dark by now and we decided to drive back to the location and make sure these little critters had gone. We parked up again on the grass verge. This road is called Sewardstone road, a busy road with set back houses behind us, traffic light at this time but busy during the day.
We got out of the car and with our binoculars stood at the wire fence, looking towards the ridge, scanning the hedgerows and the copse. After a short time I noticed a small red light just above the trees, it was a slightly bigger red light thru the lenses.

The light rose a little, this is the first memory blur, more follow. The light turned into a machine, a craft of some sort, low above the trees, it began moving and heading in our direction, gaining altitude as it did so but not very much. It was dark colored, had a large circular light in its centre and a large circular light near each tip. It was shaped as I can best describe it as a central sphere or ball with an ice cream cone either side, giving the exact same shape as if seen from front, back, top or below. Around the central sphere revolved a small blue light. As it approached it emitted a strange sound, I struggled to hear and told my friend to switch off the car engine in order to hear better. Yes a very distinct two tone sound was now clearly audible. Similar to a ships sonar, a ping...ping...........ping..ping...........ping..p ing.

As it neared almost overhead my friend grabbed his camera from the car and started taking pictures. At that moment two young girls were walking behind us and I turned around and asked them what they thought the object I was pointing at might be. The stopped, looked up, panicked and ran. Cars were passing by each way now and again on the road. I looked over at the houses and noticed a man standing by his front gate, arms folded, intently watching the scene. Great I thought, We will nab him later and have words.

My friend was rapidly taking pictures as the craft went slowly overhead and was lost to view in a bank of clouds over towards Enfield.
The memory jumps a couple of times when recalling this incident which were explained after I received regression in January of 1978.
These jumps will be detailed at end.

Right, the craft has gone, two very perplexed and in truth shaky investigators stand at the roadside, rapidly talking. Calming down we note the time and decide to get home and write out all that occurred that evening whilst still fresh. My friend dropped me at my home and drove back home to Chingford. By the time I sat down at my parents house it was after 10pm, Match of the day was on the TV (soccer coverage BBC1 prog).
I fixed myself a drink and a snack and made my way to my room. I sat for ages writing all I could of the day from start to finish.

Early next day, Sunday 12th, my friend and I visited the then BUFORA NIC Ken Phillips, we gave him our reports and detailed what we experienced. We talked of other witnesses, mentioning the two young girls and the man standing outside his house. Onto possible photographic evidence, even though the camera my friend used was an Instamatic 126 cartridge camera, not best type for night shots, there was a slim chance something might show up in print. We discussed possible inside sources for developement of the film rather than risk a commercial company. I suggested Omar Fowler, a prominent Ufologist at that time in Surrey. The Film cartridge was sent to him by Ken with covering letter explaining the event. We waited anxiously for results.

Tracing the two girls was impossible, we drew a blank with the man too, when we knocked on his front door and explained who we were and what we wanted he stood expressionless and said he was sitting watching TV all evening, never left the room, when told I saw him outside watching the 'display' he emphatically denied it and told us to **** off and never come back!!.

This was not looking good, we returned to Kens place and stated we drew a blank with other witnesses. He suggested any other possible evidence, traces maybe at the site. It was agreed we would return to the area and have a good look around.
In the bright sunlit afternoon walking up towards the ridge we stopped at the copse and could not resist a quick peek inside, the place where 4 years earlier those two small bodies were recovered. At the ridge, by the trees I looked around and smiled, looking up at the end trees and I smiled more. Branches lay on the ground, branches were damaged on the trees too. I took many color photographs of this damage. Fully detailed reports were drawn up by myself and separately by my fellow investigator, and presented to BUFORA along with pictures. I also sent a similar detailed report with pictures to the MoD and to CUFOS in the USA. (This report was later detailed in the CUFOS backed report by Ted Bloecher, 1976 "Physical Trace Cases".

A week or two after the sending of the film to Omar we received bad news. Evidently the film had jammed in the cartridge, we had no photo evidence!!

So, that was that, the report was detailed in the Summer 1974 BUFORA Journal.

The memory jumps.......As the craft was approaching our position the 2 tone pinging sound was so loud I momentarilly switched positions from the side of the road to a point above and looking down at us. Then I am not at the roadside but inside a darkened room looking at a small screen, seeing myself and friend at the roadside.
After regression this evolved into being taken into the craft after the minds of both of us were scanned and only I was found to be suitable, the pinging sound was the scanning and conditioning of our minds.
I will detail what little of this time inside the room later.