Speaker 1: Ferries from a Ufo by UFO history buff and author
Charles Lear. In nineteen sixty nine, Passport to Magonia by
Jacques Valet was published. Its central thesis is that there
may be a link between folklore, particularly stories of the fayfolk,
and Ufo lore. In the volume twenty five, number six, issue,
page twenty five of the PDF of Flying Saucer Review,
there is an article by Eileen Morris headlined the Winged
Beings of Bluestone Walk, covering a case that certainly seems
to support Valet's ideas, according to Morris. A necessarily brief
version of the story told by Jeane Hingley, first appeared
in the January twelfth, nineteen seventy nine edition of the
Dudley Herald. She says she met Hingley and her husband
a number of times, both at their residence and at
her own, and describes them as honest, hardworking people. She
took notes and used them to type up Hingley's version
of events, and then had Hingley read it. Hingley was
satisfied that it is accurate. According to the account, written
as if Hingley was telling it in the first person,
she lived in a small council house in Bluestone Walk, Rowley, Regis,
near Birmingham, with her husband, Cyril, and their alsatian Hobo
on January fourth, nineteen seventy nine. It was a cold,
dark morning and there was snow on the ground as
she saw her husband off to his job at a
cement works. She worked at a company that made soundproofing
for cars. She was at the back door of the
house that opened out to the road, and as her
husband drove off, she noticed a light from the area
of the garden. Thinking her husband had left the light
on in the car port on the other side of
the garden, she walked over to it with the dog
to check and saw that the light was off. She
turned to go back to the house and saw an
orange light over the garden that turned white and lit
up the whole area. She went into the house through
the back door and there was a sound like z
z z as three beings floated through the door and
went past her. The creatures were between three and four
feet tall, glowed brilliantly, had wonderful wit, and were about
a foot above the floor. Hingley was terrified and grabbed
onto the steel sink in the kitchen. She was frozen
with her mouth wide open and unable to speak. The
dog went over to his water bowl, swaying from side
to side. His hair was sticking out like a hedgehog's,
and he seemed as if he was drugged. He then
lay down on the floor, stiff, with his eyes open.
After a while, the fear seemed to go away, and
Hingley felt as if she was lifted up. She felt
like a different person, as if she was in heaven,
and seemed to float into the lounge. She was warm,
even though the doors were wide open. She was blinded
by a bright light and covered her eyes. It seemed
to her that the creatures were reading her mind. It
was like a light or an X ray penetrating my mind.
She could hear their artificial Christmas tree shaking. She took
her hand from her eyes and could see the creatures
shaking the tree. The light surrounding them was dimmer, as
if they had turned it down. They were slim men
and were wearing silvery green tunics and silver waistcoats with
silver buttons or press studs. They had pointed hands and
feet covered with the same silvery green, and wore pointed caps,
also of that color, with something like a lamp on top.
Covering their heads were transparent helmets. Their faces were waxy
white and corpse like, and they had black diamond eyes
and thin mouths. Their wings were large and oval shaped,
glowed with rainbow colors, and were covered with dots Hingely
describes as being like rail dots. The creatures floated around
and touched everything in the lounge. Hingeley was finally able
to speak and said, three of you and one of me,
what are you going to do? What do you want
with me? The creatures all touched the buttons on their chests,
and their voices then seemed to come from there. They
all spoke together and said we shall not harm you.
And when Hineley asked where they came from, they said,
we come from the sky. The creatures shook the tree
again and the little fairy fell from the top. Hingeley
wanted to pick it up, but wasn't able to move.
She explained about the tree, Christmas and Jesus, and the
creatures said they knew who Jesus was. Hingely saw the
creatures looking at the honor list in the Sunday paper
on the table. She explained that the people listed had
been made lords, and the creatures replied, there is only
one lord. Hingeley then told them she was just a
working woman and suggested that they should go see the
queen or a real lady. They said, you are a lady.
The creatures then sat on the couch and bounced like children,
causing Hingeley to say in a sharp tone, be careful
of the furniture. They put the light up, and she
became concerned that they had the power to hurt her,
and she felt she should be friendly. She said, I
can't call you creature, so I shall call you gentlemen.
She started to say nice to see you. Nice. They replied,
saying nice. The creatures floated around the room with their
wings fluttering gently and made no sound. They went through
a door and folded their wings behind their backs like
pleated fans, went upstairs and then came back. They picked
up some tapes, looked at cigarette packs, whiskey and sherry
on the sideboard, and Hingeley asked, do you want to drink?
They replied saying water three times. Hingeley went and filled
four glasses so she could drink with them and show
that the water wasn't poison. When she brought the glasses
in on a tray. It felt as though the tray
was magnetized towards them. They took the glasses, seemed about
to lift their helmets, and then put the power light on,
so she wasn't able to see them drink. When they
put the glasses back, they were empty. A long discussion
then followed, in which the creatures told Hingeley they'd been
to Australia and New Zealand to talk to people there,
and no one seemed to be interested. Hingeley asked if
she should tell people on Earth about it, and they
said yes. They told Hingeley that everyone goes to heaven
and it's a man world, and Hineley said she hadn't
been to Chapel for a year or two. They said
there was no need to worship in synagogues, and Hingeley
tells the reader that she didn't know the word for
the Jewish place of worship until her husband told her.
Hingeley then offered the creatures some mince pies, and they
each lifted a mince pie from the plate as though
their hands were magnetic. Hingeley saw they were looking at
the cigarettes again, and she decided to demonstrate how people
smoke them. When she lit one with a match, the
creatures leapt back as if they were scared, and then
floated out the door. Hingeley put out the cigarette and
ran after them, asking them to come back outside. She
saw them, still holding the mince pies, get into an
orange cigar shaped craft that was eight to ten feet
long and about four feet high. It seemed to be
covered with shiny plastic, had portholes, a scorpion tail on
the back, and a kind of wheel on top. Once
inside the ship, they flashed the lights twice and took off,
heading towards Oldbury. In the aftermath, Hingeley found that the
tapes the creatures had touched were ruined by distortion. She
was left with sore eyes for a week and had
to wear dark glasses. She felt ill and had to
take a leave from work. As strange as the story is,
Morris assures the reader that Hingeley told it to people
from the following organizations who went to her house, the
Oldbury Police, the West Bromwich Police, and the UFO Studies
Investigation Services. The case is mentioned in Northern UFO News
number fifty seven, page four of the PDF, and the
reader is told that the case is being investigated by
UFO s I S and U f O R A
under the supervision of Mark Pritchard and Martin Keatman, and
that landing marks in the snow were seen and photographed.
Charles Lear is the author of The Flying Saucer Investigators
on Amazon dot com.