Alien Spacecraft, Monsters and Improving Human Potential

By William M. Trantham

Are UFOs Alien Spacecraft from other planets or time machines from our future? How does their propulsion system function? Did our ancestors come to earth in spacecraft from another world? Are Stonehenge, the pyramids and the Nazca Lines temples to pay homage to a master race from the stars? Do we have to exceed the speed of light to travel to other planets or are there gateways here on earth to other worlds and parallel dimensions? Are dinosaurs really extinct? See the photographic evidence. Travel on a journey with the author as he takes you on a true adventure through mans voyage into new frontiers from outer space, to documented encounters with alien spacecraft, monsters from the deep sea, and into the astral plane, realm of the disembodied dead. Explore inner space and tap the potential of the human mind. Discover the power of hypnosis, handwriting analysis, altered states of consciousness, body language, astral projection, and automatic writing. Learn to apply these tools in your own life to become a happier, healthier and more effective human being.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781481706278

William M. Trantham

Professor Trantham has served as both an educator and administrator in the areas of biological sciences and psychology. He authored the curriculum framework for the Marine Environmental Technology Program at Florida Keys Community College and served as director of the program since it was approved by the state of Florida. He wrote the textbooks for his courses in Introduction to Biological Science, Environmental Biology and Marine Biology.” He was the mitigation biologist for the Naval Air Development and a licensed radiological monitor instructor for the Atomic Energy Commission. He operated a radiation monitoring system located at Florida Keys Community College for the Department of Defense. In addition he is a master hypnotist having worked with law enforcement agencies and the United States Coast Guard as well as numerous doctors in Monroe County hypnotizing patients. He served as the director of the Ethical Hypnosis Training Center of Southern Florida, the President of the Inner Space Management Corporation and the UFO Investigator. He is an “Expert Witness” in the field of hypnosis having consulted with the States Attorney’s Office and the Monroe County’s Sheriff’s Office on several murder and rape cases. Furthermore he has taught “The Utilization of Hypnosis in Criminal Investigation in Law Enforcement” to police officers at the college level. He developed a course in “Improving Human Capabilities” which he taught at Florida Key Community College for academic credit. He produced the television series “Improving Human Capabilities” which aired throughout Monroe County for 18 years and television documentaries on the active volcanoes, rainforests and nightlife in Costa to promote tourism. He has authored numerous grant proposals which were funded to train environmental technicians and educators in math and sciences for upgrading their teaching certificates. Clips from these grants were featured on CNN Science Update on three separate occasions.

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Alien Spacecraft, Monsters

and Improving Human Potential

William M. Trantham

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction

The United States Junior Marine Corps

Hoquest Airport and My First Encounter with UFOs

Designing Rockets

Snakes and Insects

Journey into the Subconscious

Turning Point

The Adventure Begins

Fate Intercedes

Blue Crabs and Politicians

Nutrition in Space

Scientists and Watermelons

My First Experience with Weightlessness

Space Science and Education

Colonial High School Science Club

There Be Monsters

The UFO Investigator

The Origin of Life on Planet Earth

Abiotic Origins of Life (Spontaneous Generation Revisited)

An Alien Spacecraft Lands in Brooksville, Florida

Nicola Tesla and UFOs

The University of South Dakota and the Frozen North

Electron Microscopes and Indians

Canada Geese and Sewer Pipes

Flying Dogs

Adult Education and Extrasensory Perception

Pain Relief through Ego Involvement

Fun and Sun in the Florida Keys

Mel Fisher and the Treasure of the Atocha

The Regional Educational Environmental Feasibility Study

Boca Chica Road and Flying Saucers

Deputy, Ramrod Residents See UFO Hovering over the Lower Keys

Hypnosis and Breast Enlargement

Marine Environmental Technology and the Naval Air Development Center

Living under the Sea

The State Science Ship

Boats and Bullet Holes

The Shark Killer and the Giggling Witch

A New Campus Is Born

An Award of Accomplishment

Self-Hypnosis Classes at the Ramada Inn

Truth or Dare

A College Course on How to Live

Improving Human Capabilities on Channel Five

DIVERGENT PATHWAYS

Reincarnation, Genetic Memory, or Imagination

Love Is the Pathway

Dr. Helvey’s Return and the Brainwave Synchronizer

The Florida Academy of Science Presentations on Hypnosis

Meeting the Woman of My Dreams

Adventures in Costa Rica

The Bermuda Triangle and Scorpions in the Bathroom

Why Do We Need a Guide To Manifest Our Dreams?

Digging for Diamonds

Attracting the Resources You Need To Manifest Your Dreams

A Food-for-Thought Approach

to Success

Walking in the Light

How You Can Guarantee

Financial Growth

Effective Communication

Charisma

Multimodality Encoding

Automatic Writing:

A Tool for Enhancing Creativity

Handwriting Analysis

Altered States of Consciousness

Basic Hypnotic Induction Techniques

Advanced Techniques

Adventures in the Isolation Chamber

Astral Projection

Programming the Mind for Success

About the Book

Acknowledgments

In this book I have shared my journey from early childhood through the many twists and turns that fate has had to offer, including those special people who dramatically affected the course of my life. It began early on with the dramatic encounter with unknown craft at Hoquest Airport spurring my interest in life beyond earth, a quest which was dramatically intensified by my relationship with Dr. T.C. Helvey.

Joe McCawley opened the door to the subconscious mind for me with training in hypnosis. Mel Fisher showed me that, with enough determination, anything is possible. My encounters with monsters proved that we have just begun to appreciate the variety of life on our planet. I hope I have been able to demonstrate that alien spacecraft, monsters, and my quest for improving human potential have been intimately connected. I firmly believe that love is the pathway to happiness, and friendship with other human beings is vital for achieving success in life. In the last section of the book, I would like to share some tools that have helped me along the way, which I think might help others on the road to becoming happier, healthier, and more affective human beings.

Introduction

I suppose when you saw the cover of this book, you were intrigued by the title because you have often wondered if we are alone in the universe. Secondly, as children, we were all probably afraid of the boogeyman. As we grew older, we were intrigued by stories of Bigfoot, the Loch Ness Monster, and sea creatures like the giant squid. All of them seemed to be just beyond our reach. Thirdly, and most importantly, we all would like to be happier, healthier, and more effective human beings. How in the world can these diverse topics be related? I am here to tell you that they are—at least in my life—and it has been an exciting journey to walk down the road less traveled.

The topics covered in this book require you to stretch your mind and go places you haven’t been before—from the things you know to the realm of what you are truly capable of experiencing. I know what I am talking about because I have lived it, and I look forward to sharing it with you. As we share this journey together, I believe you will come to view the world slightly differently from the way you have in the past because—no matter where you live or what language you speak—the world is full of wonder to be discovered, enjoyed, and shared with others. It is in the act of sharing that we grow as human beings.

My father was killed during World War II by the Japanese when I was three years old. I was raised in a small one-bedroom house that was originally an Army barracks. It was transported from a decommissioned military compound to a small lot my grandmother gave us in a rundown neighborhood on the outskirts of Orlando, Florida.

In most households, both parents worked, and the kids were pretty much on their own after school. Lacking store-bought toys, we had to depend on imagination and innovation with the things we found in nature for entertainment. This created an environment for some amazing adventures with many unanticipated consequences. For entertainment, we read books and listened to the radio. Both of these activities required creating images in our minds—an art lost in present-day blockbuster movies with special effects that create the images for you. Long-distance communication involved writing letters because we didn’t have cellphones, iPads, or computers. I will admit that these technologies have changed the world dramatically for the better.

The United States

Junior Marine Corps

When I was in junior high school, the neighborhood kids formed the United States Junior Marine Corps. We would march around the neighborhood with our stick guns and dig foxholes to hide in. One day, Larry Evans and I were standing around, and Mike was digging in the hole. We heard a clunk, and Mike said, I think I hit a root. He jumped on the shovel and cut all the way through. He turned the shovel and cut from the other end and pulled it out. It turned out to be a telephone cable carrying fifty different conversations; we all were severely scolded for that.

Our next project was an underground bunker. We dug a square hole about six feet deep and covered it with two-by-fours and tar paper. We heaped about two feet of dirt on top. Entrance tunnels at each end led to the surface. This served us well until the rains came.

The final blow to the organization was the Napalm incident. I had just acquired a Model T spark coil and lantern battery, and we hooked that up to a spark plug in the top of a five-gallon can with about an inch of gas in the bottom. We buried it in Mike Kelly’s back yard under the clothesline. We ran the wires from the can behind a four-foot block wall surrounding the barbecue pit. We were playing the role of marine commandos in World War II and blowing up a German pillbox. We crouched behind the wall, and I touched the wires to the coil. A huge fireball erupted from the ground, setting the clothes on the line on fire. The neighbors were able to extinguish the fire, but our parents demanded that the United States Junior Marine Corps be disbanded immediately.

In junior high, I was bullied and thrown in the trash can during recess. When I didn’t show up for class, the teacher would send someone down to get me out of the can. However, I met my first inspirational science teacher in junior high. He was skinny, had red hair, and was committed to making science real to the kids he taught. One day he came into class with a boa constrictor wrapped around his waist and a monkey on his shoulder, which was tethered by a leash to his belt.

As he enthusiastically introduced the topic of biology—the study of animals—the snake went for the monkey. The mammal let out a screech and pooped all over the teacher. The monkey couldn’t get away, and the snake was determined to eat the monkey. He got my attention and impressed me because he brought in the living world of the jungle and made it happen in front of the whole class.

This experience sparked my interest in science. Since I wasn’t very athletic, excelling in sports wasn’t in the cards for me. I was curious about what made things work; I was particularly intrigued by aircraft. It was about then time that I began to have my first dreams of flying. Just after my thirteenth birthday, I joined the Ground Observer Corps with Daryl Chaffee to win my Wings of Gold. Being part of the effort to protect the country from foreign aggressors seemed to be the thing to do to make up for my lack of ability in sports.

Little did I know that this would lead to events that would change my life forever. They set the stage for future explorations in the frontiers of both inner and outer space.

Hoquest Airport and

My First Encounter with UFOs

The observation station where we stood our watches was an abandoned control tower at Hoquest Airport about two miles from my house. Daryl and I had the watch from midnight until four in the morning. We rode our bikes to the airfield. I took a sandwich and soft drink in my school lunchbox to get me through the evening.

The airport had two grass runways, a large hangar near the entrance, and a smaller hangar for aircraft storage out near the tower to the right of the main runway. It terminated at a fence that ran perpendicular to the runway, bordering a cow pasture. The other runway ran along that fence, beginning at the south end of a large lake and ending at a huge electrical transformer station. There was a blinking red light on top. In back of the main hangar, an orange grove separated the airport from a paved road by several hundred yards. The control tower and outermost hangar were isolated from the main part of the airport. There were no runway lights on the field.

The tower from which we made our observations was constructed of wood. A stairway ran up to the observation area, which consisted of a roofed enclosure with large windows on all sides. It was surrounded by a wooden walkway. Inside the building we used a black dial telephone to report aircraft sightings to the filter center in Jacksonville.

On a clear starlit night with no moon, we called in a twin-engine cargo plane flying north at an altitude of approximately 4,000 feet. Daryl was outside on the wooden walkway. The air was filled with the sounds of crickets, cattle, alligators, and frogs going about their nightly chores.

I had just sat down on the floor to eat my sandwich when Daryl ran through the door and said that there were weird lights in the cow pasture that I had to see. I walked out on the boardwalk and saw a green fluorescent glowing halo of brilliant light similar to Saint Elmo’s fire, bordering a stand of trees about three hundred yards west of the tower.

Daryl said, Bill, what do you think that is?

I said, Maybe it’s the lights of the farmer’s car shining on the trees from behind.

As we talked, I gradually became aware that all animal sounds had suddenly ceased. We were in absolute silence.

The glow around the trees intensified, and a strange tingling sensation passed through my body. Two disk-shaped objects radiating light as bright as the noonday sun slowly rose from behind the trees and hovered motionless about thirty feet above them. Everything around us was bathed in a flickering blue-white light; it was similar to that cast by an arc welder. We ran inside and dropped to our knees. We had our noses on the windowsill and stared at the scene before us. Time seemed to be suspended.

The bright lights changed to brilliant bands of color sweeping from right to left across the face of the disks from red, to orange, to yellow, to green, to blue. The pattern intensified and the speed of motion steadily increased. I reached for the phone to report what we were seeing, but—instead of hearing a dial tone—all I could hear from the receiver was a high-pitched whine. I released the handset, and it dangled at the end of the cord.

Suddenly the objects flew directly at the tower. The glass windows exploded silently, blowing us back. There was no sound as we dropped toward the floor in slow motion. Pieces of glass and our bodies froze in stroboscopic flashes of light as we fell in slow motion. We hit the floor as the sound of the shockwave arrived seconds after it should have. Pushing up onto my knees, it was obvious that the objects had traveled directly over the tower, leaving behind two luminescent green trails of glowing gas extending back to the stand of trees.

As these trails of gas descended, they transformed into glowing golden particles and condensed into damp masses of material that resembled the angel hair used to decorate Christmas trees. It was draped over the railings of the boardwalk and spread over the damp grass below. I attempted to pick some up in my hands, but it dissolved and vaporized into thin air.

I grabbed the phone again, and the dial tone had returned. I said, Aircraft Flash Juliet Papa Three, Three Black, we have unidentified aircraft that have just passed overhead. The shockwave blew the windows out of the tower, and the aircraft are flying in the direction of Pinecastle Air Force Base.

Captain Black said, What’s happening?

I heard the beep, beep of the call being recorded. I repeated my message. Before I finished my conversation with the captain, two jet fighters flew directly over the tower in pursuit of the aircraft we had reported.

I realized we were bleeding from numerous small cuts from the broken glass and were both in shock. I still don’t know exactly what happened that night—or what those objects were.

Up until that point in my life, I had never even heard of flying saucers. However, from that night on, I became quite interested in the prospect of life from other planets visiting the earth. I firmly believe the sea of space is the new frontier—and the possibility of contacting alien life is a most interesting proposition.

Designing Rockets

As a direct result of this encounter, my exploration into the field of rocketry began in shop class a few weeks later. One of our class projects was to make a lamp on the wood lathe. The lamp was composed of flat one-inch thick circles of wood glued together. Completing that project successfully led to work on the metal lathe.

Using aluminum bars, we were able to fashion rocket nozzles for our model rockets. They were fueled with a mixture of potassium nitrate and sugar. This was melted together in a pot on the stove with a catalyst and poured into the rocket in the liquid state. We had previously used black gunpowder, but this mixture seemed to work more effectively.

Here again, the Model T spark coil came into play as the preferred method of rocket ignition from a safe distance. We made the gantry of wood and mounted the rocket vertically in the center. This design worked well on the first few launches, but a design flaw in the launch program soon caused disaster. On this particular afternoon, the truck driver who lived in the house across the street had been banished by his wife to the cab of the truck to sleep off his drink.

As luck would have it, the fuse on the rocket set the wooden gantry on fire, and it fell in the direction of the truck just as the rocket launched. It hit the side of the truck and exploded. The startled driver was out of the truck, running at full bore down the road. Fortunately damage to the truck was minimal, but the family fathers decreed an end to rocketry. The neighborhood space program was put on hold, but the seed was set. My explorations in the space frontier would surface later when I attended high school in Daytona Beach.

Snakes and Insects

In Daytona Beach, I met my second inspirational science teacher. Dr. Adams took a live coral snake out of a bottle on his desk and introduced it as the most poisonous snake in North America. He described in detail how the poison affects the nervous system, systematically shutting down organ systems until death occurs in minutes. As he was talking, the snake bit him between the fingers.

He didn’t skip a beat. He calmly lifted the snake’s tail and began gently shaking it up and down. The students watched the spectacle before them with mouths agape, waiting for the instructor to die. Dr. Adams explained that the coral snake was a rear-fanged snake and that the poison had to be brought forward by chewing. So the snake chewed, and we watched. Dr. Adams released the tail, reached down, pried the jaws open, and put the snake back in the jar.

He finished by saying, If you get bit, just remember to shake the snake’s tail.

He made us collect fifty insects and mount them on a corkboard. They all had to be identified—and there had to be at least one insect in the collection from each of the existing twenty-seven orders of insects. He taught us how to make killing jars with potassium cyanide and plaster of Paris. It was a grand adventure.

We found beetles in swimming pools at night that had been attracted by the lights and killed by the chlorine. We hung white sheets on the line with a spotlight on them and collected the bugs in the morning. The goal of the hunt was to collect the elusive luna moth, which he said was amazing. He described how the female of the species flaps her wings on the night of the full moon, and she fans a chemical into the air that would attract males from twenty miles away. It was fascinating, and competition for the best insect collection was a great motivator for learning.

The next person to affect my life dramatically was Dr. Saul at Daytona Beach Junior College. He was charismatic, inspirational, and nontraditional in his approach to creative thinking. He never lectured from notes or stood behind a podium. Instead, he walked around the room as he talked. He would frequently stop his presentation to ask questions about observations that students might share that were relevant to the topic of discussion from their own life experiences. Seven weeks passed without an exam, and we were all getting a little nervous about how we were going to be graded in his class.

For the midterm, he walked into class and said, Today you will have your midterm exam. Please take out twenty sheets of paper. If you don’t have enough paper for the assignment, you can pick up extra paper on the table at the side of the room.

There was a rush to the side table to get additional paper, and then everyone returned to their seats and waited for instructions.

He said, "I sent my soul into the invisible some measure of the afterlife to spell, my soul returned to me and said I am the heaven, I am the hell. Stop, think, and write twenty pages on what that statement means to you."

That was it—that was our midterm exam. I loved his class because he wasn’t really teaching about math, science, or any of the classic disciplines taught in college. He was teaching us how to think creatively.

I was majoring in engineering at Daytona Beach Junior College. After getting out of the navy, I discovered rather quickly that there were several serious drawbacks to my progress in that course of study. First and foremost, it required an extensive knowledge of math. Secondly—at least in my classes—there were no female students.

In addition, there were some general courses required that were totally new to me. Humanities was one such course. The instructor, Dr. Armet, spoke six languages and traveled extensively. We were required to identify specific composers from short excerpts of music, Greek architecture, important landmarks, and social customs from ancient Venice.

At first, I found the course material difficult to comprehend and lacking any practical application in everyday life—let alone in engineering. The course had a large enrollment and was taught in the gym; the teacher’s podium was in the center of the basketball court. The students sat in the bleachers. One of the required readings was The Prince of Foxes, an adventure story that took place partly in the streets of Venice.

Although the story was fiction, the author obviously had an intimate knowledge of the architecture, customs, and hierarchy of those in power. The main character was a charismatic, womanizing, opportunistic, good-natured villain who consistently outsmarted those with power and influence in the ruling class. Reading the book brought everything together that we had studied in the course. It made it real and exciting in the present moment.

I was invited to accompany the instructor on an archaeological dig at Johnson’s Lake in Gainesville, Florida. We dug up pottery, spearheads, and other artifacts. Handling these relics made the history of the Indians who had lived there thousands of years ago something real and tangible. The course broadened my appreciation of other cultures, art, and music. The knowledge I gained in his course has been invaluable for communicating ideas. It has also helped me understand people and allowed me to broaden my perspective on life. It expanded my studies in biology, philosophy, and psychology and resulted in changing my major to natural sciences. This was more appealing because there were more women enrolled in that course of study—and there was less math to deal with.

Journey into the Subconscious

I began to develop an interest in hypnosis. I played with the idea of being a hypnotist while I was in the navy. I served aboard the heavy attack aircraft carrier USS Hancock. I successfully hypnotized a fellow shipmate and convinced him that all the drinking fountains on the ship contained rum instead of water, which resulted in him being accused of being drunk on duty. However, a breathalyzer test showed no