From: John_-_Winston@cup.portal.com
Newsgroups: talk.religion.newage,alt.alien.visitors
Subject: Re: UFOs and Newage
Date: Tue, 18 Aug 92 22:33:36 PDT
Organization: The Portal System (TM)
Distribution: world

     Subject: Newage Religion and etc.
        Let me introduce myself.  My name is John F. Winston.
     I am a person who has had a few experiences with Newage things
     and lately a person suggested that I write a book so with your
     permission I put down some of my experiences.  I hope they will
     be of interest to you.
        If I had read the incidents within this posting 25 years ago I
     would probably had not believed them, so I'll understand if when you 
     read them you only believe that they are science fiction.  When the 
     first Russian satellite was coming over the earth I couldn't believe 
     that it was going to stay up in the air and continue to go around
     the earth.  You might say I was very closed minded but after it was
     explained to me by scientific facts how it operated then it made sense
     to me and I believed.  In the course of this book many things will 
     be talked about that seem impossible and strange.  Just try to keep
     an open mind and I'll do my best to explain them so they make sense.
     Many people have heard my experiences over the radio and some of them
     have suggested I write a book for the general public bringing these 
     things out to the world.  Many of the these experiences are serious 
     adventures that I'll be attempting to relate to you in a somewhat com-
     ical manner.  This information is the truth as things were seen and
     felt by myself.
        While working on the sides of an Atlas Missile at Vandenberg,
     AFB one day I got the feeling that there was something that I had to 
     do or to find.  I sold everything and took off for Fairbanks, Alaska,
     then came back and did a lot of searching for information on Noah's 
     Ark but finally came in contact with a crippled fellow from Oakland,
     who became my teacher, you know the old saying when the pupil is
     ready the teacher will appear.  This man set me down and started 
     talking about UFOs, ESP and Mt. Shasta.  All of a sudden I forgot 
     about wanting to find something.  
        When I first met Merle Fagot I had gone to a meeting of an
     organization that investigated the occult over in Berkley, Calif. It
     was called The San Antonio Street College of Metaphysics Inquiry 
     and was owned and operated by a person by the name of John Hopkins.
     John was a millionaire and the nephew of the person who started the 
     John Hopkins Hospital.  At this meeting they talked about the Shroud
     of Turin.  I was also investigating searching for Noah's Ark.
     I thought maybe that might be what I was searching for.  To prove
     how little I knew about extra sensory perception (ESP),
     when I asked a question at the meetings I used the letters
     ECP so you can see I started not knowing much about  all of this
     information. I asked John Hopkins if he knew anybody who knew
     much about Noah's Ark and he referred me to a crippled man in a 
     wheelchair over in the corner of the room.  This man turned out to 
     know a little bit about Noah's Ark but all of a sudden he changed 
     subject and started talking about flying saucers and Mt. Shasta.
     I thought it was odd for him to start talking about those subjects
     but the more he talked the more I forgot that I had been looking
     for as I have mentioned before.  Within a short time the desire
     to find something had left me and I had found it in what he was 
     saying.   He was becoming my teacher or a new word I had never
     understood before, he was being my Guru.  The thing that a Guru
     teaches you is basically how to overcome this existence, how 
     to make it out of this life, or how to make it off this world.
        From that time on her started teaching me steady for the 
     next two and one half years at the proper speed so that the shock of
     it all wouldn't cause me to give up.  He would only give me  enough
     information to keep me going at the proper pace.  His name 
     was Merle and he is possibly the best story teller that the 
     world has even known.
        After being taught by Merle for a long time I had the 
     following experience in telling some electronics students a story
     that may be of interest to you.  It was in the year l965 on a 
     friday afternoon, we had just completed a test and the boys had
     a little time left before being released on liberty for the weekend.
     I was not the regular teacher but had just come in to give them
     the test that day.  They had told me that they had heard about 
     me all the way from the first weeks of school and they begged me 
     to tell them something about the things that I had discussed 
     with the other classes.  I then asked them, "Well then what will
     it be flying saucers, ESP,or Mt. Shasta"?  I always thought 
     of it as Mount Shasta and the Legend of the White Robed Men.  They
     took a vote and picked Mt. Shasta.
        I perceived that some of the boys weren't very sincere about
     really wanting to learn something about the subject but I was 
     really glad to tell them about it.  I first told them about my
     job at Vandenburg and the trip to Alaska.  I then told them about
     a trip that Merle made to the town of Mount Shasta and I'll tell
     it to you in his own words.  He  had heard a few stories about
     Mt. Shasta a long time ago and decided to check them out for him-
     self in l937.  He had heard about the men inside the mountain
     so when he pulled into the town of Mt. Shasta he stopped and talk-
     ed with a gasoline station operator and asked him if he had 
     ever heard anything about the Legends of the White Robed Men.
     The filling station operator said that it was funny that he 
     would ask him that because less than a month before today he 
     had one of them come into his station and ask to buy some
     kerosene.  The man didn't have a can with him at the time so the 
     attendant went back in the station, filled a can and gave it to
     him. The man from the mountain was wearing a long white robe
     with sandals and a turban sort of head garment.  This man reached
     into a fold in his robe and pulled out a pouch containing some 
     gold and handed it to the attendant.  The attendant looked at
     it and said, "That's much too much, let me get you some change."
     The man then just put out his hand towards him and said for him
     to keep it.  The next day the attendant had the gold cashed in 
     for money and he got 34 dollars for it.
        It seems that these people come into the small towns around
     there ever so often.  They pay for things with gold and then 
     walk back to the  mountain.  They speak in sort of an Oxford
     King's English.  They ask that people not follow them back to the
     mountain.  If people do follow them when they reach a certain 
     place on the mountain the  person following them will get a 
     headache and if they follow any further then the person's head 
     will hurt so bad that they can't stand it and they will have to 
     turn back.
        There are places and roads on the mountain that when you try
     to go over them with a car or jeep the motor will die on you.
     When you push the car back out of the area it will start OK but
     when you try to go further down or up the road the motor will 
     stop.  If you try it on horseback the horse will rear up with 
     you and not go any further.  Motorcycles also stop the same way.
     On a different day you can go down the same road with no dif-
     ficulty. 
        That's the end of part 1  John F. Winston.
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