The Interstellar Visitor
Val Thor
By Frank Stranges, Ph.D., President, National Investigations Committee on UFOs, Van Nuys, California
During the month of December, 1959, this writer was invited to speak at the National Evangelistic Center in Washington, D.C. The Pastor was Dr. John Mears. It was during this Evangelistic campaign that I chose to speak on the topic of Unidentified Flying Objects and The Bible. My research into UFO phenomena started in 1945. When I was a student at Eastern Bible College in Greenlane, Pennsylvania, my roommate told a very strange and unusual story about something that occurred while he was a pilot for the Army Air Force. He claimed he was flying point, leading a squadron of planes, when suddenly, without warning, out of a cloud bank came three dish-shaped objects. The objects buzzed the formation three separate times. All of the pilots scattered. When the planes had regrouped after the third time, they were instructed by radio from the Commanding Officer on the ground. They were told to bring the planes home immediately. Upon landing, the pilots were assembled in a board room. They were not questioned, rather they were TOLD by the Commanding Officer what they had seen was a flight of high-flying Canadian geese. My roommate, who was not given to fantasy, calculated the speed and altitude of these three objects and when he questioned the Commanding Officer, after making a determination that the so-called 'geese' were traveling at close to supersonic speeds at an altitude that wouldn't accommodate geese, he was told simply to keep his big mouth shut and mind his own business. And the Commanding Officer repeated, "What you saw was a flight of high-flying Canadian geese."
I related this story throughout the Eastern seaboard. Then in December of 1959, while speaking for Dr. John Mears, at his church, a strange thing took place. At the conclusion of the meeting, I was autographing my new book at that time, which was called "FLYING SAUCERAMA." It was newly off the press and we had quite a time passing these books out and autographing them.
The auditorium seated many, many hundreds of people. At the conclusion of my lecture, "UFO'S AND THE BIBLE," that evening, a young lady came to the platform. For the record, let's call her Nancy. And she asked me quietly, "Do you mind spending some time with me, may I see you, I want to ask you several questions; I want to tell you a few things." Because of the crowd, I did not find it convenient at that time to leave the platform and go to speak with this young lady. and then she pointed to one of the photographs I had on the platform which was a photograph of an individual who, according to some reports, claimed he was from another planet. The photograph was given to me by August C. Roberts, of Wayne, New Jersey, a close friend of mine who had sent me many photographs of UFOs in the past. And he stated, "This is a fellow who claims to be from another planet. If you want the photograph, you're welcome to it. And that's all the information he had at that time.
Nancy pointed to the photograph of the man who claimed that he was from another planet and said to me simply, "How would you like to meet him personally?" Of course I said that I would.
In the pressure of the crowd on the platform and in front of the platform, I kept apologizing to this lady that I couldn't speak to her at any length at that time, until finally, she reached into her purse and pulled out an identification folder, a packet if you will, and in this packet, number one was her identification card which read, "UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, PENTAGON BUILDING, DEPARTMENT..." so and so, and on the other side a photograph of her face with a number beneath it (an identifying badge). I quickly excused myself from the platform, borrowed the Minister's key and walked into the office. This lady pointed her finger at me and said, "Dr. Stranges, as a former Special Investigator are you still able to follow orders?" I said, "Of course I am." Second question, "Can you still follow orders without deviating?" I said, "Yes, of course." Then she said, "If you meet me at 8:00 o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll take you to where this man is." We shook hands and she left the Pastor's study. I sat there and contemplated on the events of the evening.
Upon my return to the hotel, I checked the desk to see whether or not there were any messages for me. There were none. The following morning at 7:00 a.m. I was pacing the cold Washington December sidewalk. Walking back and forth, I wondered what in the world was about to take place. Promptly at 8:00 o'clock, her car pulled up to the curb, she opened the door, I got in and we drove toward the bridge leading over to the Pentagon Building. The flow of traffic was to the right but she turned left and parked her car against the gate. A security guard saluted her. She saluted back. He saluted me and I returned his salute also.
After locking her car, we walked toward the building and we noticed there were several people all lined up ready to go into the building. One security guard was standing there and it appeared to me like he was checking people off as they passed in front of him. He had what looked like a large not pad on a clipboard. Behind me there were individuals both in uniform and in civilian clothing. In front of me likewise. Nancy walked in front of me and as she walked closer to the security guard, she reached into her purse, pulled out her badge and pinned it onto her blouse. She was wearing a two-piece suit, jacket and skirt, a blouse and a heavy coat over the entire affair.
As we approached the first guard, I knew as I looked up and down that line that everyone had a proper identification badge and I had none. I questioned Nancy and I asked her, "Do you have any ID for me?" She said, "No." I said, "What shall I do because we're getting closer and closer to that guard standing there." She said, "Do exactly as I do." I said, "What are you going to do?" She said, "Please get back in line." And I did. And as she got level with the guard, she opened her coat and jacket and exposed her badge pinned to her blouse. And I thought, "My God." And I just opened my jacked, showed him my shirt and kept on walking. And this old boy never stopped me, never questioned me once, so I kept on going.
I caught up with Nancy and she said, "That's fine. We have one more." I said, "One more what?" And she said, "One more security guard." To which I said, "Once, maybe; but twice, I'm not too sure." She said, "Please brother, let's get back in line." Which we did. We got into the second line. The same thing happened again. She opened her jacket, I opened mine, walked right on through. We were not questioned, nor did I turn around to see what he wrote when I passed in front of him. This was quite a unique experience. We walked into the building; the first time I'd ever been inside of the Pentagon. We walked in front of a door that had no sign, no number, no identification whatever. She said, "He is in there." She shook my hand and said, "God bless you. I'll see you in church tonight." I said, "I sure hope so."
I had my hand on that doorknob getting ready to move into this unusual experience when the thought crossed my mind, "How in the world do I get out of here?" I spun around quickly, caught up to Nancy and asked her the question. She said, "Brother, don't you know anything?" She said, "Get behind two people on your way out and do the exact same thing as what you did when you came in." I said, "All right." I shook her hand again, and she went her way and I went back to the door.
The following statements are made about that experience to the best of my recollection, to the very best of my ability. Here goes:
My hands slowly turned that doorknob as I walked through that doorway. Before me, there were two Air Force Officers and one Sergeant. The two Officers were writing on two flattop desks pushed together. The Sergeant, with his back to the door, was typing in the left-hand corner of the room. It was decorated with several steel file cabinets and there was another small desk and typewriter sitting in the corner and also what appeared to be a clothing closet also made of metal.
As I cleared my throat trying to get the attention of these men, I thought, "Now this is unusual for a Government Office. Here I am an outsider with no ID in a Government office and certainly there should be someone sitting there asking what my business was. Because it's not normal for an individual to go into a government office and not be challenged as to his reason for being there." Again, I cleared my throat, shuffled my shoes, shut the door, made quite a bit of noise if I may say so myself and still these men did not look at me.
Suddenly, without warning, out of the corner of my right eye I saw movement; I turned around quickly and standing there was a man six-foot-tall, weighing approximately 180-185 lbs. He had brown wavy hair, good-looking gentleman, brown eyes and a smile that would disarm anybody, with his hand outstretched to mine. And he said and I quote, "Hello, Frank. How are you?" Well, sir, during the next 30-minute period, I was dumbfounded for several reasons. First of all, here is a man who is standing in front of me whose photograph I had been carrying around with me for over a year, showing his picture in Churches, Evangelistic Centers, Universities, Colleges and schools up and down the East coast. And now here I am face to face with a man who claims to be from another world.
As our hands touched, his handshake was the grip of a man. There was personality in that handshake such as I have never witnessed from anyone on this planet before that time. Within the next 30 minutes, we discussed things about God, about the Bible, about the Universe, about space and science that again would stagger the imagination. The conversation was carefully recorded in my book, "Stranger At The Pentagon," as well as in my book, "My Friend From Beyond Earth." As I retell the story again, I wonder what would have happened in my life had I never repeated anything about this story. What would have happened to my Ministry if I had played it cool as I was advised by Air Force Intelligence and just kept my mouth shut and minded my own business on this entire affair. But I'm glad I did talk about it and I'm glad we did have this meeting. I'm glad for all the things that took place between 1959 and this year, 1983. I'm not one bit sorry that we did, in fact, relate information that he had given me at that time to many people in many parts of the world today.
He told me his name was Valiant. I said, "Do you have a last name like we do?" And he said, "Yes, Thor." I thought to myself, "Like a page out of Buck Rogers Magazine." I asked him where he was from. He said, "I'm from the inside of the planet that your Bible calls the Morning and the Evening Star." I said, "Venus?" He said, "Yes." At that time, please remember, NASA had not given us the report through JPL in California that the surface temperature on Venus was supposed to have been in excess of 800 degrees Fahrenheit. But let me clarify that by saying that our friends live on the interior of the planet. But then again, even if they did not, it is possible that we're speaking of life forms out there who do not conform to the calculations nor to the conclusions that are drawn by our most sophisticated instrumentation? Use that just as a P.S. if you will. Now, back to the story.
As I mentioned before, he stood about six-foot tall, weighed about 185 lbs., was dressed in civilian clothes and I had learned along the way that he was supposed to have had no fingerprints, so I took his hand again and certainly with great amazement and anticipation, I saw with my own eyes that his fingertips were bald as a peeled egg. He claimed at that time that he was being questioned by experts and they found that because his IQ topped 200, they gave up). Nevertheless, they tested his garment which he showed me in reply to my question, "Do you have a uniform?" He walked over to his clothes closet, opened it and produced, on what appeared to be a wooden hanger, a very strange uniform. Strange because as the sunlight glanced off the garment I got the impression that what he was holding was a garment that was made of liquid sunlight. It just glistened in the sunlight. I took it from him expecting it to be a heavy garment because of the volume of it. It was very, very light. It weighed ounces, not pounds. And the garment was complete with step-in boots, like a huge coverall with step-in boots. Without my having to ask him, he removed his jacket, stepped into the garment and in front of the garment there were no hooks, no buttons. But with one movement of his right hand, passing his hand over the open garment, fused it together clear up to the neck. And it was virtually impossible for anyone to see any opening on the front of that garment. You know, as a footnote, when I was on the Art Linkletter Show, not too long after that, explaining about my meeting with Val at the Pentagon and explaining the merits of this garment, I started receiving calls from the experts in the garment district in New York City to please set up an appointment with the man because they learned that the garment was called "indestructible" by the experts at the Pentagon who put his garment through such stress tests. For those of you who are interested in his theological point of view, I'm going to ask you to read that material in the book, "My Friend From Beyond Earth." Nevertheless, suffice it to say that Valiant Thor is not a fraud and he's not a fake. My opinion is that he's a member of an unfallen race, perhaps a race of individuals who were created even before Adam. He did not succumb to the temptation as Adam did. He is not subject to the limitations that we are on this planet.
At that time in 1959, he said he's here for a specific set of purposes and when those purposes have been completed, which they were to my understanding the following year, he was going to leave for a year and then return to his planet to accomplish whatever mission he would be sent to complete. He did say that his ship, shaped like a saucer, landed on the outskirts of Alexandria, Virginia, on the morning of March 16, 1957. He went on to relate that on the morning of March 16, 1969, he was going to depart from that point again. And sure enough, according to evidence, a UFO was sighted landing in that particular area and then taking off.
It's interesting to note that in my travels throughout the United States and Universities and Colleges, from time to time, we meet individuals who were employed at the Pentagon at that time. And they have knowledge of this unusual stranger at the Pentagon and they do know that the area where he was housed was completely off limits to everyone except authorized personnel.
We don't know what the future holds as far as this planet is concerned, but we do know who holds the future. We do know that Val and his people have been sent here to prevent an atomic holocaust that would devastate the human race on this third planet from the Sun. We do know that while there are those behind locked doors plotting wars and creating rumors of wars, there are those children of God in the Universe who have been dispatched from out there to assist we citizens of this beautiful planet, Earth. And we do know that, in time, all of the secrets of the Universe will be revealed to those who are walking in the proper frame of mind or shall I even say, the proper vibration. Please, when you read this article, don't write me and ask how you can meet him. Because he is not meeting people these days. He did meet quite a few individuals who have made such requests, but it appears that the only reason individuals want to meet with him is because they want to improve their own strata of society, they want tips on the stock markets, they want ways and means of creating a utopia for themselves, they want to know how to improve their own vehicle; they want to know how they can be healed of all kinds of sicknesses and diseases. And with all these selfish motivations, it's a miracle to me that he has contacted as many people on this planet as he has. But he did say, when the time is right, at their option only ~ when I say 'their,' I'm speaking of Valiant, his brothers and everyone else who's associated with him on his star ship. They will reveal themselves when they are ready and when the time is right.
Meanwhile, maintain an open mind. Do not believe everything you hear, everything you see, everything you read. But at the same time, don't let your unbelief cause you to miss one of the greatest opportunities of your entire lifetime.
A Letter To Dr. Frank Stranges:
From: djeyyel@supanet.com
Date: Mon, 26 Oct 1998 23:53:29 EST
To: esoteric99@hotmail.com
Subject: Stranger at the Pentagon
Dear Dr. Frank Stranges,
I bought your book titled "Stranger at the Pentagon four years in 1994,
and I dearly loved your book. I do just believe you are telling the truth, I really know your book is an absolute fact and not fiction at all. I know there are things out there beyond man'kind's comprehension.
It is just fantastic writing to you on the internet.
Have you had any more contact with Val Thor from Venus? Send him my regards.
May God's peace cherish you wherever you are.
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