I typed this account from a book about Mormon experiences with UFO’s that I thought you might find interesting:
Tim Grossnickle, a seminary instructor in Oregon, learned from his father, the Stake Patriarch, that an acquaintance of theirs had a close encounter many years before. After learning all that he could from his father about the incident, Tim interviewed Udo Wartena about the encounter while on the temple trip bus from Portland to Oakland, California, before Udo’s death just a few years ago. Tim relates the pertinent portions of the interview from memory as follows:
Tim: Do you remember talking to my father about your experience while mining for gold in the remote regions of Northern Idaho in the 1920s?
Udo: Yes. Your father was the first person I ever told about it.
Tim: That was some time in the late 1960s. Why did you wait so long to share your experience?
Udo: Who would believe what I experienced? Over the years I read some of the other accounts in the newspapers and magazines and realized that some of the same things happened to others. But some of them told of strange looking creatures. I doubted them, because the people on the UFO that I saw were just like us, and very nice chaps.
Tim: What actually happened? How did you know that ship had landed?
Udo: My mine shaft was nearly vertical and was over 30 feet deep in the ground. I had build up a sluice stream nearby to wash out the gold. I heard something like a big truck, or like a jet engine, but this was before the time when I had ever heard such a sound. I came up my shaft to look, and in the meadow was a saucershaped craft supported on legs.
A man was pulling down a hose to draw water from my stream. I did not feel the least bit of fear and walked toward the man. He came and shook my hand, apologizing that they had not known that I was in the area. It was not their custom to interrupt of allow themselves to be seen. “Why not take water from the lake,” I asked. “This water is more pure and free from algae,” he answered, and invited me to see his ship.
He was such a pleasant fellow. I asked his age-he was quite handsome and youthful, appearing to be middle-aged. His companion on board looked slightly older, but was also in very good health. They answered that one was about six hundred years old as we measured time, and the other was over nine hundred years old. They knew over five hundred languages and were learning ours, and improving upon them all the time.
They had come here “to monitor the progression and retrogression of our societies,” he explained. They live among us from time to time. I asked if they knew of Jesus Christ, and if they held the Priesthood. “We would like to speak of these things,” he responded, “but are unable. We cannot interfere in any way.”
“Where did you come from,” I asked. “We live on a distant planet,” he replied giving its name and pointing in its direction.
The love, or comfort I felt in these men’s presence was remarkable. I was invited to be examined with an “X-ray-like” machine, which when passed over me could record what impurities were in my system.
The ship was propelled with two rings or disks about three feet wide and a few inches thick, which circled the inside perimeter of the ship next to “battery/transformer-like” units all around the outer wall. Rods separated the disks (turned by motors), causing the disks to move in opposite directions. A force was generated which overcame the gravitational pull of the Earth, or any planed they were on. They focused on a distant star and used its energy to draw them through space at speeds greater than the speed of light. My hose specifically mentioned “skipping upon the light waves.”
They invited me to accompany them on their journey, but I declined – I was driving to Portland the next day for my wedding. I didn’t want to leave them though.
Upon leaving the ship and standing by a rock some distance away, I heard the same loud noise as before as the craft lifted, rotated with a sort of a wobble, brought up the landing gear, and began to rise slowly. It went faster as it rose until it disappeared at great speed. An energy had permeated the area and I lost all my strength for some hours. I was unable to walk. When my strength finally returned I walked back to the base camp.
When I arrived at camp no one else mentioned the craft – I never mentioned it to anyone of them. A young man came up missing from his claim, however. Nothing there had been disturbed – he was just gone without a trace. I was never sure if it had anything to do with my experience or now.
Udo returned annually to the mine for a few years following the incident, but never saw the craft or its occupants after that. He related that he always wished that he could have seen them again. Udo was so reluctant to speak of the incident that nearly five decades passed before he shared it with his wife – only after discussing it with his own Patriarch. Tim Grossnickle describes Udo as a shy, pleasant, Scandinavian immigrant – a carpenter by trade. He trusts the word of this High Priest and reports that Udo related this account to his father in a “humble and matter-of-fact way, having a relationship of friendship and trust with him.
Tim Grossnickle, a seminary instructor in Oregon, learned from his father, the Stake Patriarch, that an acquaintance of theirs had a close encounter many years before. After learning all that he could from his father about the incident, Tim interviewed Udo Wartena about the encounter while on the temple trip bus from Portland to Oakland, California, before Udo’s death just a few years ago. Tim relates the pertinent portions of the interview from memory as follows:
Tim: Do you remember talking to my father about your experience while mining for gold in the remote regions of Northern Idaho in the 1920s?
Udo: Yes. Your father was the first person I ever told about it.
Tim: That was some time in the late 1960s. Why did you wait so long to share your experience?
Udo: Who would believe what I experienced? Over the years I read some of the other accounts in the newspapers and magazines and realized that some of the same things happened to others. But some of them told of strange looking creatures. I doubted them, because the people on the UFO that I saw were just like us, and very nice chaps.
Tim: What actually happened? How did you know that ship had landed?
Udo: My mine shaft was nearly vertical and was over 30 feet deep in the ground. I had build up a sluice stream nearby to wash out the gold. I heard something like a big truck, or like a jet engine, but this was before the time when I had ever heard such a sound. I came up my shaft to look, and in the meadow was a saucershaped craft supported on legs.
A man was pulling down a hose to draw water from my stream. I did not feel the least bit of fear and walked toward the man. He came and shook my hand, apologizing that they had not known that I was in the area. It was not their custom to interrupt of allow themselves to be seen. “Why not take water from the lake,” I asked. “This water is more pure and free from algae,” he answered, and invited me to see his ship.
He was such a pleasant fellow. I asked his age-he was quite handsome and youthful, appearing to be middle-aged. His companion on board looked slightly older, but was also in very good health. They answered that one was about six hundred years old as we measured time, and the other was over nine hundred years old. They knew over five hundred languages and were learning ours, and improving upon them all the time.
They had come here “to monitor the progression and retrogression of our societies,” he explained. They live among us from time to time. I asked if they knew of Jesus Christ, and if they held the Priesthood. “We would like to speak of these things,” he responded, “but are unable. We cannot interfere in any way.”
“Where did you come from,” I asked. “We live on a distant planet,” he replied giving its name and pointing in its direction.
The love, or comfort I felt in these men’s presence was remarkable. I was invited to be examined with an “X-ray-like” machine, which when passed over me could record what impurities were in my system.
The ship was propelled with two rings or disks about three feet wide and a few inches thick, which circled the inside perimeter of the ship next to “battery/transformer-like” units all around the outer wall. Rods separated the disks (turned by motors), causing the disks to move in opposite directions. A force was generated which overcame the gravitational pull of the Earth, or any planed they were on. They focused on a distant star and used its energy to draw them through space at speeds greater than the speed of light. My hose specifically mentioned “skipping upon the light waves.”
They invited me to accompany them on their journey, but I declined – I was driving to Portland the next day for my wedding. I didn’t want to leave them though.
Upon leaving the ship and standing by a rock some distance away, I heard the same loud noise as before as the craft lifted, rotated with a sort of a wobble, brought up the landing gear, and began to rise slowly. It went faster as it rose until it disappeared at great speed. An energy had permeated the area and I lost all my strength for some hours. I was unable to walk. When my strength finally returned I walked back to the base camp.
When I arrived at camp no one else mentioned the craft – I never mentioned it to anyone of them. A young man came up missing from his claim, however. Nothing there had been disturbed – he was just gone without a trace. I was never sure if it had anything to do with my experience or now.
Udo returned annually to the mine for a few years following the incident, but never saw the craft or its occupants after that. He related that he always wished that he could have seen them again. Udo was so reluctant to speak of the incident that nearly five decades passed before he shared it with his wife – only after discussing it with his own Patriarch. Tim Grossnickle describes Udo as a shy, pleasant, Scandinavian immigrant – a carpenter by trade. He trusts the word of this High Priest and reports that Udo related this account to his father in a “humble and matter-of-fact way, having a relationship of friendship and trust with him.
3 comments:
But wouldn't the ship gain too much mass as it approached the speed of light?
Jared, our understanding of physics is about the same as a toddlers understanding of how a jet engine works - even less to teh nth degree
So how does this fit into the Plan of Salvation?
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