The Case of the Morphing Flying Saucer
Red Pill Junkie
While UFOs may be the most democratic of all unexplained mysteries �it can be experienced
by both rich men or poor, illiterates or academicians, in developed countries or the 3rd World�
UFO witnesses on the other hand are not regarded in such egalitarian terms; some are given
more credibility than others depending on either their physical or mental aptitudes,
training and professional career. For better or for worse, what one does for a living and
how many years one spent inside a class room, determines whether others will take seriously
your testimony of an encounter with something extraordinary.
Such is the case with police officers. Overall we consider them to be of above average moral
integrity because we entrust them with the enforcement of the Law for the safekeeping
of civilian citizens, hence their word can determine whether a suspect goes to jail or
not. They have to be fit to fulfill their duties, have received instruction in firearm
use and observation; but above all they have to be psychologically prepared to face any
kind of situation, and be willing to put their lives at risk on a regular basis.
When a cop admits he or she saw a UFO, we inevitably pay closer attention.
There are many classic cases in the UFO archives involving one or several police officers as
the main witnesses: The Lonnie Zamora case of 1964, The Herbert Schirmer abduction of
1967, the Exeter incident of 1965, or when deputy sheriff Dale Spaur and his partner
Wilbur Neff chased a UFO from Ohio to Pennsylvania �the latter serving as inspiration for that
famous scene in the first act of Close Encounters of the 3rd Kind.
The story I�m about to share with you, fellow Coppertops, also involves a police member
�a military police, no less!� but is not widely known in the English-speaking UFO circles.
And yet it is so unique and steep in high strangeness, it almost makes the aforementioned
examples sound too� conventional.
But before we get down to business, there�s another thing that distinguishes UFO encounters
involving police officers, which we shouldn�t forget to mention: Cops tend to have more
to lose when they go on the record with a UFO encounter. Their reputations and/or personal
lives tend to be perennially marred by that one episode, no matter how many years pass
�as was the case with several of the witnesses in the cases previously mentioned.
Which is why when Spanish UFOlogist (and my long-time hero) Juan Jos� Ben�tez met
with a member of the Civil Guard �the military force in charge of police duties in Spain�
on a local caf� in his home town of Barbate during the summer of 1980, he was asked absolute
discretion and never to reveal his real name or rank without permission. The guard was
accompanied by a partner of his, who was also a long-time friend of Ben�tez and had arranged
the meeting with the seasoned investigator, so he could hear a first-hand account of what
could very well be one of the most confounding cases in his long UFOlogical career.
The event, the witness told Ben�tez �who included it in his book �The Tip of the
Iceberg�� had happened in July of 1974. The man was 24 years old at the time and lived
in the city of Jerez de la Frontera �one of the municipalities in the province of C�diz.
He hadn�t joined the Civil Guard yet, and worked instead at an auto-repair shop; he
was a motorcycle enthusiast and loved to cruise in his Puch mini-cross through the local country
roads and highways, which he knew like the back of his hand.
That night, like many others, the young Jerezano went to the neighborhood of San Juan de Dios
to see his girlfriend. The weather was warm and pleasant, so the couple went walking to
a nearby field, not too far from the National Road IV, to probably do the kind of things
young people in love like to do away from prying eyes, on a nice summer�s eve.
At around 11:30 pm the couple noticed a strange light behind some cinder blocks nearby. It
was round and amber in hue, like the color of a traffic light, and it slowly flew directly
overhead at an altitude of around a thousand feet in complete silence. The astonished youngsters
observed in amazement how the luminous object crossed the road, and seemed to land on top
of a low hill some 1.8 miles away (3 kilometers).
�I didn�t think it twice,� said the guard to Ben�tez. With a fierce determination
to find out what was it they had just witnessed, he took his girlfriend back to her home and
then sped on his motorcycle toward the hill; but before reaching it and without any warning,
the light disappeared.
Unfazed, the young motorist continued his trek to the hill. There, at its base he found
a moped parked at a ditch. Suddenly he saw two male teenagers frantically running downhill
toward him; they were the owners of the moped, and excitedly told him they had just witnessed
a round apparatus with a dome on top, through which they had managed to observe two �shadows�
inside.
�I asked them to accompany me to the top, but they flat-out refused.� The terrified
teens fled to Jerez as fast as their little moped permitted it.
Tenaciously, the young man rode his bike to the summit at full throttle. He reached the
top and everything was in complete darkness, the night only disturbed by the nervous barking
of dogs from a nearby shack. He searched around and saw that the orangish light was again
airborne, flying slowly away towards the crossing of the roads to Sanl�car and Trebujena.
The man felt anger, thinking he had just missed the landed object for a matter of seconds.
Fortunately for our intrepid chaser, the light took ground once more on the steepest side
of another nearby hill, some one and a quarter miles away from where he was. The game, as
Sherlock Holmes might say, was still afoot.
Not taking the light out of his sight he charged toward the second hill, both his bike and
his heart at full speed. But when he was no more than 650 feet away, the tricksterish
luminescence faded away once more; whether it had disappeared or it just �shut down�
he couldn�t say. The motorized UFO hunter slowed down and felt outplayed in this bizarre
cat-and-mouse situation. It was then when he first took notice of two most peculiar
details: Not only was the entire zone enveloped in an eerie blanket of utter silence ��as
heavy as lead,� the witness explained to Ben�tez� but also during the following
minutes he never managed to see any type of vehicle transit in both directions, something
totally uncommon on these heavily-transited highways.
It was as if someone had pushed a cosmic PAUSE button on the entire region of Jerez.
Fed up and on the brink of giving up, the motorcyclist gave the pursue one final shot.
He rode in the direction of Trebujena, where there was a slope which he could use as a
vantage point to better scout the whole area. With any luck, he thought, he might be able
to track the elusive light one last time �which by now he was convinced it was no conventional
aircraft.
But without any warning and before he could reach the slope a moving truck appeared heading
directly in front of him. Its color was blue and had big red lights on the top of its cabin,
a seemingly mundane vehicle �despite the fact it was the first one he had spotted in
quite a while� if not for one small yet disturbing detail: When it crossed to his
left, the guard explained to Ben�tez, he realized the truck did not make any noise
whatsoever!
He didn�t even feel the expected rush of wind produced by its wake!
�It can�t be!� he thought to himself as he abruptly put on the brakes and changed
direction, now in pursuit of the silent truck, which continued its unperturbed trajectory
toward Jerez. It moved at an approximate speed of 37 miles per hour (60 km/hr) which made
catching up with it easy enough, and the motorist began tailing it and keeping a close distance
of no more than 165 feet.
The chase now continued through a zone of steep loops in the highway, and no sooner
than the young motorist emerged from a left curve, he astonishingly realized the phantom
vehicle had vanished from his sight; �something materially impossible,� he was adamant in
his exposition to Ben�tez, �because at that point the curve gave way to a narrow,
straight line of more than half a mile in length.� There was simply no place in which
the truck could have pulled over without being spotted by the young man, nor an alternative
road or detour it could have taken to lose sight of its biking pursuer.
The disappearance of the �ghost truck� was the last straw for the intrepid UFO hunter,
and the totality of the strangeness he had experienced so far began to take its toll
on his nerves. He decided to call it a night and return to Jerez, but the very moment he
switched his motorcycle�s high beam, the road ahead was illuminated by a different
source�
There, in front of him, was the amber light he had recklessly pursued like a motorized
Ahab in hunt of and otherworldly white whale, shining all across the entire width of the
lonely highway. He now could distinctly perceive a shiny-looking dome on top of it, which looked
to him �like the glass in a bathroom� �perhaps because it was not entirely opaque.
He knew it was the same object which had previously terrified the two teenagers in the moped.
Without knowing why, the witness began to make light signals to the object, switching
from the low beam to high beam of his bike. But the object was unresponsive to the improvised
communications attempt.
Just to make sure he wasn�t suffering from some sort of hallucination, the civil guard
confessed to Ben�tez 6 years after his close encounter, he reached out and touched the
escape pipe of his minicross. The throbs from the burned flesh in his right hand confirmed
what his mind was frantically trying to reject: This wasn�t a dream.
This was REAL.
Maybe it was the burning pain what managed to rekindle the young man�s indomitable
spirit. Maybe, if true, this is the account of the bravest UFO witness who�s ever lived
to tell his tale. Whatever the case, the motorist knew he had no choice but to finish what he�d
started. So, in a final push of courage, he revved his faithful bike and sped toward the
flying saucer at full speed. Don Quixote couldn�t have felt more proud of this modern giant
slayer mounting his mechanized Rocinante.
�But no sooner had I started to run in the direction of the object,� the guard told
Ben�tez, �when in the blink of an eye the amber-like light, the domed object and
all of that �turned off�, disappearing from my sight. And in their place appeared
the lights of two automobiles!�
J.J. Ben�tez was just as incredulous as you might be by now, my dear Coppertops. He
kept pushing the Civil Guard into explaining and re-explaining this last point of his incredible
story. No, the police officer insisted, there hadn�t been any perceived lapse between
the �dematerialization� of the UFO and the �materialization� of those two cars,
parked one in front of the other on the right side of the highway with their headlights
on. It had all happened completely simultaneously.
Confused, but still as curious and brave as ever, the young motorist slowly approached
the parked vehicles, which appeared to him as big sedans (Mercedes or Dodge, he couldn�t
really say) of a gray, shiny color ��almost as if they had just been car-washed.�
Not knowing what drove him to do it, he told Ben�tez, the witness stopped his bike near
the driver�s door of the first sedan, which had its window down. Something told him these
were no ordinary automobiles, despite the seemingly flawless disguise. He peered inside
the car, which didn�t have any inner lights on, and saw that behind the wheel was a man
with silvery hair who seemed to be around 50 years of age, and yet looked tall and athletic
behind his impeccable ashen-gray suit, complete with a white shirt and a dark tie.
The driver wasn�t alone in the car. Next to him and on one of the back seats were two
more individuals, and directly behind him was a tall, younger woman with long blond
hair, dressed in a tailor suit which left her neck exposed. Despite the lack of light
our young witness could tell she was very beautiful, aside from her serious expression.
The second car was no more than 3 feet away from the first, and although the young man
was certain there was someone inside, it was too dark to tell.
�Buenas noches,� the middle-aged driver greeted the young motorist. �Please, where
is the direction of the National Road IV?�, he proceeded to ask in impeccable Spanish
without any hint of a strange accent. His eyes and appearance looked completely normal,
and yet the witness felt there was just something odd in the features of these �lost tourists�
he couldn�t quite put his finger on ��their faces weren�t national nor foreign� they
were just strange.�
The other three passengers never opened their mouths.
The young motorist started to explain to the driver how to get to the road he asked for.
After a few minutes he realized that, even with the directions he was providing, finding
the National Road IV at this ungodly hour of the night would be no easy task �this
was, after all, during the �dark ages� before Google Maps and Waze. Incidentally,
during his brief inspection of the car�s interior the witness didn�t see any maps
which the �tourists� could use to orient themselves; so he diligently offered to escort
the two cars to the road.
�Very well,� was the only thing the silver-haired man uttered as a way to thank the young Good
Samaritan. The motorcycle ran ahead and the cars made a u-turn and followed behind. The
roles had now been absurdly switched: The previous pursuer was now leading the �materialized�
cars into the city of Jerez, which were just as devoid of any normal sound as the blue
moving truck preceding them, or the amber flying saucer which had started the whole
thing.
The young motorist kept riding while keeping a close watch of the sedans with his rear-view
mirror. The three vehicles crossed under a bridge �again, no sound coming from the
cars bounced off of it� and once they entered the city and reached the zoo, the witness
slowed down and stopped. The two sedans did the same.
The witness turned and reached the first vehicle, again from the side of the driver�s window,
to talk to the silver-haired conductor. �Now you just follow straight ahead, and turn to
the first right�� he started to explain to the elderly man in the gray suit. �Very
well, thank you� was his stark reply, without letting finish the motorcyclist�s indications.
Not once did he offer any smile or sign of appreciation for the young man�s service.
Either the young man now felt some sort of responsibility toward these �tourists�
�despite their obvious lack of cordiality� who could still find it hard to reach the
National Road IV, or maybe something in the back of his mind deduced this was just a big
ruse. �Do you want me to take you directly to the road?� he offered.
�No, thank you!� said the driver with great conviction.
�Hey, it�s no trouble at all��
�No. THANK. YOU!� the man repeated. The tone of his voice and the force in his stare
were crystal clear.
The young motorist bid them good night, turned 180 degrees on his bike and rode back home.
The two cars moved through the street he had indicated them, and he lost them out of his
sight, never to see them again.
Ben�tez had been listening to the Civil Guard�s astounding account, refraining from
interrupting him too much, and only making a few occasional clarifying questions. The
two officers �the witness and his partner� had gone uncomfortably quiet and so had he,
sitting on that little caf� in the small coastal town where he had lived most of his
life, when he wasn�t chasing after those elusive flying saucers all over the globe.
He didn�t know what to make of the young man�s tale, other than he felt he was being
totally sincere in his recollections �the fact that he rejected any kind of publicity
being evidence of it.
Finally, Ben�tez ventured one final question, and he urged the witness to think carefully
before he replied:
�When you approached those two cars for the first time, saw the occupants and spoke
with the driver� did you note or perceive any special sensation?�
It didn�t take long for the military man to answer: �Yes. I felt they were expecting
me.�
Ben�tez concluded that first interview, and in subsequent days he contacted the witness
again to fill in a few minor details. The officer added that soon after the strange
incident he�d lived that summer of 1974, he started to complain from a strange �pressure�
in his temples. He went to see a doctor but it was simply diagnosed as a �nervousness.�
He lost his job at the auto repair shop, and enrolled in the Civil Guard two years later,
where he�d had a very good career.
As it�s his custom, Ben�tez accompanied the guard to the place where the event took
place, to take notes and make measurements. One detail lacking in the account made by
the seasoned investigator in his book �The Tip of the Iceberg�, is any mention of possible
burn marks or physical traces left by the UFO during its multiple landings. After 6
years the chances that any mark left by the object could still be found in the highway�s
tarmac are very slim �after all, transited roads coming in and out of a city have to
be regularly repaired and maintained. But what about the two hills where the �light�
took ground during the first stage�s of the chase?
Either it was something omitted by the witness in his testimony, or there simply wasn�t
any physical evidence to be found.
One little thing Ben�tez does mention, however, might be more revealing than any sample of
scorched material: When he parked his car �a small Renault 18 he owned at the time�
in the same spot where the witness saw the gray sedans for the first time, and he tried
to turn to reconstruct the exact itinerary followed by the cars as they were escorted
by the motorcycle to the city, he was forced to back up at the edge in order not to hit
the ditch, because the road was not wide enough for a complete u-turn.
And yet, the witness did not recollect seeing the two cars make the same corrective maneuver
from his rear-view mirror. Something simply impossible considering the length of the sedans
�or at least as possible as two big combustion-engined vehicles from the mid-1970s being able to
cruise without emitting ANY sound�
Borderlands is the name of a book written by Mike Dash, dealing with all sorts of high-strangeness
cases he�s investigated, like the one we�ve just discussed �the book has been commented
by Ben and Aaron on past MU episodes.
Borderlands is also the name of a popular video game series, in which players are free
to explore an alien planet and embark on different adventures at their leisure. There are several
ways to move around the planet: Walking, which is slow and boring (not to mention dangerous);
Teleporting, which you can only do once you find one of the few �Fast Travel� terminals
scattered across the game field; or, if you feel like cruising around the landscape, there�s
always the option to �Catch-A-Ride�, which is the name of stations that instantly materialize
a fully-customized four-wheel vehicle for you.
What makes the �Catch-A-Ride� particularly fun is because it lets you customize your
vehicle in many different ways; changed your mind about the paint color or think you want
to trade the machine gun for a rocket launcher? No problem! You push the station button and
your ride is switched in the blink of an eye.
For a videogame player, there�s nothing special about watching a full vehicle appear
out of thin air. It�s what you expect from a make-believe cybernetic universe in which
you can move around strange worlds, shoot guns, die and reborn as many times as you
want. Just 1�s and 0�s running through the game�s code, right?
But what happens when similar capabilities are observed in what we think is the �real
world�? Is it a hint that all of us are nothing but synthetic characters embedded
in a universal sandbox for the benefit of god-like users?
If the story of the anonymous Civil Guard is true �and to be fair, there seems to
be no further circumstantial evidence to corroborate it� then it is disturbing because of its
encompassing implications. During all this time �conventional� UFOlogists �read
�nuts-and-bolters�� have operated under the assumption they are dealing with a tangible
phenomenon; something, however exotic or foreign, that has nevertheless defined properties like
a given mass or occupying a finite space. Something that could be measured, if having
the luck of being at the right place and the right time.
What our young motorized hero claimed to have witnessed throws that out of the window though,
because it seems to implicate a power capable of assuming whatever shape it suits it best:
From a bonafide flying saucer to a large moving truck, and then even �splicing� into two
separate vehicles. We can only assume those �morphing� abilities can also be applied
to whatever possible intelligences control that power.
The �simulation� was not 100% perfect though, as hinted by the lack of sound emitted
by the multiple manifestations of the phenomenon. One wonders what would have happened if our
intrepid UFO chaser would have dared to reach out and grab the arm of that mysterious �man
in gray� driving the mirage car�
Does this denote a limit to the phenomenon�s reach, the same a video game has to limit
the �polygon count� of every synthetic model generated in its cyber-space? Or perhaps
it simply didn�t care to create a flawless deception to fool just one stubborn kid on
a bike�
Or maybe the �flaw� was also part of the ruse all along, to keep luring the witness
into that absurd cat-and-mouse chase. Because surely a power capable of manipulating its
shape could also make itself invisible to the human eye �the way the light �shut
down� just as the motorcyclist was about to catch on with it.
Whatever the case, the story of the �morphing flying saucer� coaxes us to reframe our
assumptions �see what I did there?� about what exactly we are dealing with, even if
we�re still so far away to understand its true motives.
�Maybe that will increase the thrill of
the game.
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