With all the sightings of triangular craft that continue to be documented, I delved back into a book that I had purchased
when it was first published in 1998. The book includes a significant number of triangular craft accounts. This one in particular
- of an incident that occurred on Salisbury Plain involving a group of British soldiers on night manoeuvres - contains some
NOTE: The images included below are from Google Street View to show the area described in this section of Jon King's
Hodder and Stoughton
ISBN: 0 340 70821 2
That the US-based military-industrial complex, at least to some limited degree, has been involved in the reverse engineering
of captured or otherwise acquired alien spacecraft (or that this, for one or another strategic reason, is what the US authorities
want us to believe) must now be considered a very real possibility. That some limited form of communication has been established
between the US authorities and an extraterrestrial intelligence must also be considered in a similar light. But what is
perhaps even more disturbing from the British point of view is that, according to some very reliable "inside sources", these
same acquired alien-technology programmes are now being carried out on British soil. Or perhaps more accurately, beneath
British soil (see doc 12.) And perhaps what is most disturbing of all is the fact that this same diabolical secret is being
kept from not only the British public but from some of the highest-ranking political and military chiefs in the country.
This in itself - even if it can be substantiated - does not prove that either the British or US governments have formed some
kind of alliance with a visiting alien intelligence of course. Indeed, if such an alliance truly exists, it is surely a
secret so jealously guarded that "concrete proof" of its existence will never be forthcoming, at least not until those involved
decide that it is time to let us all in on their pernicious little game. After fifty years of absolute silence, this eventuality
must be viewed as very unlikely.
However, what is implied here - both in the evidence documented (in file 23) and that documented here in File 24 -
is that some dark "invisible" arm of the Briltish and US military-industrial-intelligence complex has at the very least had
some limited contact with an alien intelligence and, moreover, that this same body of megalomaniac minds has had more than
fifty years to research and develop any extraterrestrial technologies "acquired" from reverse-engineering the mechanics of
retrieved alien spacecraft.
To my mind, this possibility alone is worth a full and rigorous investigation.
And so to the present.....
I have several reports on file that strongly suggest that some form of alien/government "alliance" is indeed still operational,
that the reverse-engineering programmes employed by the US government's black-budget scientists have been more successful
than perhaps we might think, and that, moreover, the whole alien/government alliance scenario these days includes some dark
and covert echelon of the British government, in particular of course the British-based military-industrial complex.
Indeed, the reports in question point to the fact that either a joint British/US secret military aircraft is being flown in
British skies (and that it displays the same extraordinary flight characteristics as we might expect from a UFO) or that alien
craft are being permitted to fly in British airspace as part of some extremely covert joint alien/NATO exercise.
Take this File 24 Case Report, for example:
File 24: Appendix 01
Case Report: Cosmic Top-X22 Eyes Only
In May 1996 I received a telephone call from a former British soldier who, in several further communications by letter and
telephone, told me that during the winter of 1989/90 (exact date unknown) he and five other soldiers had encountered a massive
black triangular UFO whilst on night manoeuvres on Salisbury Plain, Wiltshire. The soldier told me that this incident had
so distressed him that he had subsequently suffered a series of nightmares and headaches.
According to his report the encounter occurred close to a place called Dunch Hill Plantation, which separates the well-known
Bulford Ranges army-training area from a highly top secret MoD compound on the south-eastern border of Salisbury Plain.
The soldiers (all names on file) were hiking from a place called Beach's Barn to Dunch Hill Plantation when the encounter
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In October 1996 I finally interviewed the soldier at his home; for his own security I will refer to him as "Mark."
"It really did my head in," Mark told me, still visibly shaken by what he and the others had witnessed, even though some six
years had passed since the incident occurred. "It was weird, really weird. We were about four hundred metres from our destination
(Dunch Hill Plantation) when suddenly this craft just appeared there above the tree tops. It was massive. And black. Very
black. The next thing I remember we were six hundred metres away from where we were supposed to be, all six of us bending
over a map trying to figure out where we were and how the hell we'd ended up there. I still can't remember how we ended
up that far off course."
According to Mark, the entire manoeuvre was a mystery from the outset. "We all thought what a total waste of time it was,"
he told me angrily. He then confirmed to me that his platoon had never before, and never since, been required to perform
such a "bloody useless exercise."
The six soldiers had been "volunteered" to walk four or five kilometres, out in the open, in a virtually straight line, from
Beach's Barn to Dunch Hill Plantation. According to Mark, although it was around two o'clock in the morning and very dark,
the exercise was so straightforward they barely needed a compass.
They had been told that the reason for this unusual exercise was that a reconnaissance unit positioned around Sidbury Hill
(a high plateau vantage point about two kilometres north-east of Dunch Hill Plantation) was testing night-vision equipment.
The purpose of the exercise, the soldiers were told, was to see if the night-vision equipment could detect the soldiers in
the dark. As Mark told me, he has himself used this same equipment, and it was obvious to all and sundry that, being out
in the open, even in the dead of night, the soldiers were bound to be detected. "This night-vision gear is brilliant," Mark
said, "It's just like looking through binoculars in broad daylight. There's no way they wouldn't have seen us. It was a
Which leaves one to wonder: What could have been the real reason behind this "pointless exercise?" I put the question
"I don't know," he said grimly, shaking his head. "But it sure as bloody hell wasn't to test the night-vision gear. No way."
Could they have been testing new equipment? Could it have been equipment Mark was unfamiliar with?
"Possibly. But if it was then the whole thing was even more ridiculous. If the equipment I'd used could pick us out,
then any new equipment would, presumably, be even better than the old equipment. And, anyway, that's just not the way you
test night-vision gear. On a normal exercise of this type we would have been made to duck and dive a bit, you know, made
it a bit more difficult for the recce unit to spot us. It just doesn't make any sense. It was a total waste of time."
During the course of the interview Mark told me exactly the sequence of events as he remembered it. As I was about to discover,
this sequence of events led to what can only be described as one of the most unprecedented cases in the history of British
File 24: Appendix 02
Case Review: Cosmic Top-X23 Eyes Only
"The six of us were volunteered from the rest of the platoon. We were always the ones that got the naff jobs, but this one
was a total waste of bloody time. We set off from Beach's Barn at around two o'clock in the morning, the corporal at the
front; I was about the fourth in line. All we had to do was walk the four or five kilometres across the plain to Dunch Hill
Plantation, completely out in the open. We were told that a recce unit was positioned up at Sidbury Hill, testing their night-vision
gear, and that all we have to do was walk from A to B...
When we got to about four hundred metres from our destination, this craft suddenly appeared there above the treetops...Dunch
Hill Plantation is right next to an MoD area that is sectioned off from the Army land. There's a copse there that marks the
boundary of the MoD area...
Suddenly this craft was just there. It just appeared there above the trees. It was massive. And black. Very black. The
strange thing was no one said anything. All of us could see this thing, and yet none of us said anything. I guess we were
all stunned, afraid - I know I was...All of a sudden it (the craft) started beaming down this light onto the trees, onto the
copse, where I sensed some kind of movement. There were lights in the copse, like torch (flashlight) lights as if some people
were milling around in there. Then suddenly this huge black craft was beaming down this really powerful light, like a searchlight,
onto the copse. I couldn't make out the shape of the craft at this point, but it was massive and black, you know, the night
was really dark - it was two or three in the morning by this time - but the craft was even blacker than the night...
It was about the size of, say, a Hercules C-130, or even bigger, maybe even as big as a football pitch. But it was just hanging
there, making no noise whatsoever. Then suddenly it just took off at incredible speed, still silent, and flew off in the
direction of Tidworth (to the east.) The next thing I remember we were six hundred metres away from where we were supposed
to be, all six of us bending over a map trying to figure out where we were and how the hell we'd ended up there..."
Mark added: "We have these red night torches...we were all bending over the map trying to ascertain our position. It was
ridiculous. We only had to walk in a straight line. There was no way we should have been where we were. I still can't remember
how we ended up that far off course."
I then asked Mark if he thought it possible he could have hallucinated the incident. He said he truly wished that had been
the case, but it was highly unlikely as he'd only had to walk a maximum of three and a half miles (four or five kilometres.)
He told me that he knew the feeling of hallucinating from participating in the longer, twenty-five kilometre hikes, and from
being forced to stay awake for up to forty hours at a time on some exercises. But a three-and-a-half-mile walk? He also
told me that, being somewhat used to night manoeuvres, his night vision was good, as was that of the other soldiers with him.
So far as Mark is concerned, what happened that night was a real event, and whatever the soldiers had seen had actually been
there. He had little doubt on that score.
So what happened next?
All Mark could remember was being picked up by an Army Land Rover (driven by another member of his platoon who had not participated
in the exercise) and then being ferried back to barracks. So far as he can recall, he was not debriefed on his return. Indeed,
nothing was ever said about the incident, period.
It was apparent from speaking with Mark that he had suffered at least some loss of memory concerning the event. He could
remember approaching Dunch Hill Plantation clearly enough, then being confronted by what he described as a "massive black
craft" that simply "appeared" in the night sky above the copse (or, at least, it arrived so swiftly that it seemed simply
to appear;) people milling around inside the copse; the craft beaming its light down onto the copse; the craft then taking
off at incredible speed towards Tidworth; and then...blank.
The next thing he could remember was being six hundred metres from his position, poring over a map with the rest of his colleagues,
trying to figure out where they were and how they had suddenly arrived somewhere else, six hundred metres off course. He
was then picked up by an Army Land Rover and ferried back to barracks where, he made a point of telling me, no one said a
word about what they had just experienced. Indeed, according to Mark, none of the other soldiers ever spoke to him about
the incident. But what was even more unusual, Mark never said a word, either.
Until later, that is. Much later. Over the years Mark began to recall the incident that seemed to have wiped itself from
his memory. The incident occurred in the winter months of 1989 to 1990, but it wasn't until some years later that Mark began
to remember the incident more clearly. The memory of the manoeuvre itself remained with him, of course, but the detail only
started to come back to him a couple of years ago and even then the finer details were patchy. The time loss period -the
period between the six soldiers approaching the copse and seeing the craft, and then finding themselves six hundred metres
off in the wrong direction - never came back at all.
File 24: Appendix 03
Case Report: Cosmic Top-X24 Eyes Only
It was at this point that I called on the assistance of Robert La Mont (MICH) a very highly regarded Harley Street hypnotherapist
and Member of the Institute of Clinical Hypnosis. Over recent years Robert has helped many "abductees" to recall memories
of their encounters. On hearing of this case, Robert kindly agreed to "regress" Mark in order to see if he could unlock his
During the regression session (which I attended) Robert proved to be a very thorough and professional hypnotherapist. I would
say he took a good fifteen to twenty minutes to put Mark "under," so to speak, working slowly and methodically to ensure Mark
was completely relaxed and responsive to command. Indeed, from where I was seated, Mark looked fast asleep.
I should add that at no point did Robert lead by suggestion. Rather, if anything, he led by counter-suggestion - making absolutely
certain that Mark was telling his own story, and not the story we all may have wanted to hear. What came out of the session
was remarkable, to say the least.
Under hypnosis, Mark recounted the sequence of events which had led to his sighting of the "UFO" - how the officer had called
on them out of the blue, with no prior warning, to hike the several kilometres to Dunch Hill Plantation; how their route had
taken them across open ground, in full view of the reconnaissance unit allegedly positioned on Sidbury Hill to the East; how
the soldiers had become "bored," "cold" and "agitated" en route.
What follows is a minimally edited transcript of what Mark was able to recall under hypnosis, from the point where he and
the five other soldiers were approaching Dunch Hill Plantation, their ill-fated destination...
"So where are you now?" Robert put to Mark.
"I can see the woods... all dark and thick...lights...in the copse...people milling around in the copse."
Robert then told Mark to continue on towards the copse, as he had done six years previously.
"Could the lights you're seeing be a helicopter?" Robert said.
"Is it an aeroplane, then?"
"No. The lights are in the woods."
"How high off the ground are the lights?"
"They are in the woods...they are in the woods."
"And do you go to investigate the lights?"
"You're not bothered about the lights?"
"OK. Walk on a little bit further."
At this point Robert told Mark to "freeze-frame" and "zoom in" on the lights. (Mark had been told that he was watching a
replay of the event on an imaginary screen in his mind, and that he had a "remote control" in his hand, with "pause," "rewind"
and "zoom" facilities, etc.")
"What can you see now?" Robert asked.
"Don't know...don't know what it is...big thing."
"Can you describe the big thing for me?"
"In the woods?"
"Above the woods...the woods are illuminated."
"The whole of the woods?"
"The copse, yeah." At this point Mark started to show signs of distress.
"OK, Mark. You are back on the path. Describe to me what you can see."
"The light's shining on us...I'm cold."
"What can you see, Mark? Where is the light that's shining on you coming from?"
"Above? So you are looking up now?"
"Yeah...It's shining in my eyes."
"And then what happens?"
"I...I can't see."
Again Mark became visibly distressed; Robert spent the next short while reassuring him.
A few moments later: "Tell me what you can see now, Mark."
"Where did the American come from?"
"Out of the woods..."
This time Mark's distress became very apparent indeed; Robert again took a short time out to reassure him everything was OK,
that what he was seeing was only a "replay" of something that had happened a long time ago and that, as such, it could not
harm him. Eventually Mark settled down again.
Then: "OK, Mark. The American's come out of the woods now..."
"He's poking at us..."
"What is he poking at you?"
"A stick thing..." Mark's voice was still trembling; he sounded very afraid and, once again, for a few moments he was too
distressed to continue. Once again Robert spent a few moments calming him down.
Then: OK. Can you describe what this American's wearing?"
"A black zip-up thing...like a flying suit."
"How do you know he's an American?"
"His accent.... he's swearing and stuff"
"What is he actually saying?"
"And what are the rest of the guys saying?"
"Nothing. We are all backing away."
"How many Americans are there?"
"So you've got six guys backing away from just one guy?"
"Don't you find this strange?"
"He's pointing at me."
"He's pointing at you?"
"Describe the stick to me, Mark."
"It is a pointer... like an aerial..."
"And what's he doing with it?"
"He's just pointing at me...and pushing me and prodding me in the chest."
Robert now told Mark to use his imaginary remote control, and to move through this particular sequence "frame by frame."
"What's the American doing in this frame?"
"He's just stood there...but there are lights on us."
"He's on his own, you're stood in a group, and there are lights on you. Is that right?"
"Yeah. We are huddled together. Next frame: It's like a beam... encircling us..."
"And where is the American?"
"He's outside of the beam." Next frame: "We are all getting moved by the beam...we're moving with the beam."
"To the right." Next frame: "We are right by the edge of the wood...by the age of the copse."
"And where's the American now?"
"He's not there any more."
"OK. Are you actually walking? Can you feel yourself walking as you move?"
"Yeah...shuffling." Next frame: "We're all being moved by the beam."
"And then what happens?"
"We are all just stood there...with the light on us."
"And the object is still there?"
"Above us, yeah." Next frame: "We're just underneath it."
"Can you make anything out as you look up?"
"It's a triangle...black metal...it's not smooth or anything...it's like... wedgy...sort of wedged."
"Whereabouts is the light in which you're standing emanating from?"
"From the middle (of the craft's underbelly.)
"Any other details?"
"Black... it's just dark...at the bottom end it's like an aircraft light."
"Any other details?"
"We're just covered in this light. It's like pulses of light...directed at us...I feel sick, dizzy." Next frame: "I'm surrounded
in light...pulsating light...and there's a noise...almost like a generator...like a humming, pulsating, continuous."
Again Mark became very distressed.
Mark went on to recall how the craft had finally departed, slowly at first and then at incredible speed, but with no apparent
acceleration. He was then able to recall how the six soldiers had wandered off in the wrong direction, stunned, dazed...finally
explaining how they had ended up six hundred metres from where they were supposed to be. They had walked, although none of
them had remembered doing so.
In summing up this case Robert La Mont sent me the following report, detailing his professional conclusions.
"My professional opinion on this case is that the subject did in fact have an encounter, along with his colleagues. This
conclusion is based on the visual reactions to the regression session, and the following observations:
1. The traumatic reaction to the situation;
2. The apparent lack of communication between "command" and the soldiers.
3. Identification of the "ground crew" of the Triangle (the American.) Because no one was seen entering or leaving the craft,
I cannot call him an "occupant."
4. The now familiar geographical location of this type of craft, close to military activity;
5. The amnesia induced in all the victims, almost instantly;
6. The identification of the small insignia on the left upper-chest area of the suit worn by the "ground crew."
(Though not included here, Mark did indeed describe a "small insignia on the left upper-chest area of the suit worn by the
American," whoever he was.)
I could pick out further findings, but I feel the point has been made."
If Mark's story is true - and there is every reason to conclude that it is - then there are some very serious and pertinent
questions to be asked.
One: Since when did our alien neighbours take to wearing black flying suits and speaking with American accents?
Two: What was the real agenda behind this highly unusual manoeuvre? To test some new beam-weapon capability, perhaps? A
weapon developed as a result of reverse-engineering acquired alien hardware?
And Three: What was the craft and where did it originate? Was this "massive" triangular craft extraterrestrial? Terrestrial?
The result of some joint US/British reverse-engineering programme?
Or evidence of an alien/government alliance?
It should be added that one of Britain's most highly secret air bases, Boscombe Down (the scene of the 1994 ASTRA incident
- see Document 05, File 22) is situated less than two miles - as the crow flies - from the scene of Mark's encounter.
"From one whom knows, 5 Dec 2007
By Mr. Barry M. King "The Voice" (England)
This review is from: Cosmic Top Secret: The Unseen Agenda (Paperback)
"OK I'm biased, as one of the individuals mentioned in the book, someone whom has actually experienced firsthand the workings
of black programs, all I can say is kindly give the book an open minded read. My experiences are given in the book and I guess
it's up to you the reader to judge the authenticity of mine and others' claims. By the way I am a Disclosure Project witness
with Dr Steven Greer and his team in the USA. They check your testimony very thoroghly.(sic) True or False, in your eyes,
the information in this book is explosive, believe me.
From one whom (sic) knows the truth............
(and if you are wondering, NO, I'm NOT related to Jon)"