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Chapter 7: First Television Contact

6 January 1962

On December 3, 1961 I received a communication detailing how to convert one of my TVs to receive video transmissions from their crafts. It involved making many changes in components within the TV to alter its operational frequencies. I also received by mail an adaptor that connected to the antenna terminals (no type-F jacks and RG-59 cable in 1961). Having completed the modifications about a week later, there was nothing to do but wait. And wait. And wait.

An eternity later, January 6, 1962 finally arrived. The test hour was at hand.

It was 2:00 in the morning. The "snow" on the screen that results from no signal abruptly vanished as the screen went dark. Ten seconds later, the first picture transmitted was a still shot of their insignia. This lasted about five minutes, and was accompanied by various tones, all of which served as test signals for final circuit alignment of the converted receiver.

At the end of the tone-pattern transmission the screen went black again for 10 seconds. Then came a most impressive view of the Earth from a great distance. I was later told that the picture was transmitted by an unmanned TV disc-craft some 95,000 miles from the surface of our planet.

The scene began to sweep as the camera panned, and a multitude of stars became visible on the screen in perfect focus, sharp and steady. (For technically-minded readers, the horizontal sweep frequency of the receiver had been boosted to give a 1000-line-per-frame image, and the vertical sweep was at 120 fps, providing exceptionally sharp pictures as compared to the 525-line frame, 60 fps standard television technique of American TV.)

The panning swept by the Sun, brilliant in its radiance and framed in the shimmering halo of coronal glow. Next, the Moon, stark and cold against the blackness, and yet in its own way beautiful to behold, with the sunlit crescent standing out like a crown of white fire against the sparkling background. [Note: the moon was new on that date, but the camera's location "west" of it showed a crescent equal to about two days after new.]

My eyes were riveted to the screen, trying to absorb everything. The panoramic display lasted about 3 1/2 minutes. Due to the full modulation of the Korendians' signal, the black portions were utterly devoid of scanning lines, and the whites were brilliant, just as in a clear photograph.

Again it went to a 10-seconds black screen. When the image returned, it was from the interior of an unidentified but evidently huge space craft. I was told that Lin-Erri was to be my tour guide, and I awaited her gentle voice. There was nothing of importance on the speaker.

The camera swept about a large circular room with a low ceiling that seemed to be softly illumined. Apparently, Lin-Erri was monitoring my thoughts, and said, "You know about the small circular discs sold as night lights on your world under the trade name 'Panelescent'. The ceiling is simply a larger, more efficient version of that light."

Then she described the room. "In this craft, all compartments are arranged perpendicularly to the axis of the ship, for the sake of practicality. This makes it possible to use the full capacity of the ship. Also, any level can be reached by the central elevator shaft which runs along the axis. The elevator shaft is 20 feet in diameter, and you can see that it takes up only a small section of this room, which is approximately 200 feet in diameter.

"This is in the midsection of the ship. It has a total of 11 'floors', as you would call them. This one is two levels up from the Control Deck at the center level. Ordinarily it is the social room, where the crew relaxes during leisure time, to play games, or just to talk or watch programs from our two major in-space telescreen services on the two screens which you can now see on yours." In the picture were two 15-foot-wide floor-to-ceiling panels, both dark at the time, each of which had a small control area on the right.

"Right now this room is empty, as the crew is on duty preparing for a hasty departure to our own world to receive some instructions too critical and important to be sent by SSR. They concern our future work in your system. I can reveal that much to you. More I cannot say, since I am no more aware than you of what the orders may be.

"We are asking this important favor of you. We request that you do not reveal information about our previous contacts, except those which you have already released. We are sure that when we return sometime in early August of 1962, we will have some most important information for you. Meanwhile, don't give up your work of trying to save your brothers from themselves. More than ever they need to be told that they are flying head-on into destruction."

[The following section, as printed in Issue #19 of UFO International, contained the infamous statistical typo dealing with the lady's measurements, and brother Green's substantial edits to add "color". This is an amended version of the original text, with the typo corrected.]

At this point the camera swung directly on Lin-Erri. She was a breathtakingly beautiful blonde lady who appeared to be about 20 years old. She stood there quietly for a few moments, knowing, no doubt, that I wanted to drink in the details.

Her hair was shoulder length and softly wavy. Her skin appeared to be light, and she was every inch a woman! I had asked her in a radio contact to describe herself. "I am 5 feet 4 inches tall, 122 pounds, 37-24-36. And I am the equivalent of 74 of your years of age. In our society, that is the prime of life."

After that I had not known quite what to expect, but I looked forward to seeing her on TV. Obviously the ladies age very gracefully on Korendor. Her clothing was loose and two-piece -- rather like the top and pants of ski clothes, but of softer, sheerer material. The waist was cinched with a band that indicated her position by its color, which she said was yellow. She wore a pin on the right collar and a tiny chain and locket around her neck. The shoes were an integral part of the pants and were fastened by some sort of elastic just above the ankle. All together, it made an inspirational combination!

At last she spoke. "My brother, there are none among us of other worlds, who are not concerned about your people. There are prayers in all our hearts that you will awaken to the danger of continuing the arms race.

"Do your people not understand that armament can lead only to warfare? There is no basis for the claim that it is necessary to preserve the peace by preparation for war. How can one believe that peace is insured by militaristic might? That to us seems to be one of the most incomprehensible paradoxes of your world.

"There is only one way to peace. That is total disarmament. Any step in this direction is a step to betterment. Any way it can be accomplished should be adopted at once. There is little time for further tarrying. Your world is on the very edge of the abyss of total annihilation. It would take a very small thrust to propel mankind into extinction.

"It is your duty, and the duty of your brothers in the 'free world' to support disarmament at all costs. We understand that there are nations where the people are free to demonstrate only at the price of arrest or execution. We are working undercover in these, nations. In the United States, and other western nations, we can freely speak our thoughts, knowing that you and other contactees are free to reveal our warnings and suggestions.

"We must leave very shortly, but your own solar system's representatives [Note: IC] are still among you. As stated, we will return in early August, and possibly late July, with new and vital information for your world. For now, we must bid you farewell, and we wish you the best of luck in your campaign for peace. Be strong, and don't become disheartened by failure. Failures are only signs that the road to success is not an easy one to travel. But faith and perseverance in the face of all obstacles can guide you to your goal.

"Until we meet again, Bob, the blessings of the Infinite One be with you."

At this point she turned her head for a moment, apparently listening to someone off camera. Her profile was as lovely as her fullface. After a moment she again faced me.

"Our chief radio engineer, Ken-Rol, would like to ask a favor of you. He will leave the pattern and tone transmitter on after this contact is finished. He asks that you time it for as long as it appears on your screen, as he would like to know how far we can go before contact with us is broken at your end. When we return, we will ask for this information. The idea is to determine whether it would be practical for us to transmit from other planets to you, via our present equipment.

"Peace with you, brother. Courage!" Her lovely face faded from view, and was replaced with the insignia and tone. The total time of the tone pattern was 14 minutes, 19 seconds. I later learned that this corresponded to a space distance of 175 million miles. It then cut off abruptly, probably due to the fact that the ship had jumped into subspace.

Even with the lateness of the hour, I was too keyed-up from the success of our first TV transmission to sleep, and I lay for a long time mulling over the events of the evening.



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