The Secret of the Saucers

A GENUINE DATE-STAMPED 1955 1ST EDITION 1ST PRINTING "NOT THE LATER 1960S EDITION OR A REMAKE"
INCLUDES THE RARELY SEEN GREEN PUBLISHERS DUST JACKET
THIS 68-YEAR-OLD PRINTING IS IN THE FINEST CONDITION I HAVE EVER OWNED NOR SEEN
ONE OF THE MOST DETAILED ACCOUNTS OF ABDUCTIONS, OTHERWORLD PEOPLE, AND UFOS EVER COMPILED
THE STRUCTURE OF THE SHIPS, COSMIC WISDOM, VISITATIONS, INTERDIMENSIONAL BEINGS, OUT-OF-BODY EXPERIENCES, DISCS FROM OTHER WORLDS, THE INSIDE OF THE SHIPS, AWAKENING ON ANOTHER PLANET, VISIONS, & A LOT MORE!!

This is one of the most legendary and well-written UFO encounter books ever produced and has acquired a cult following since it was initially released in 1955. I have owned a few of these over the years but this particular one is the most exceptionally well-preserved I have ever had on my shelves,
The Secret of the Saucers is a book by Ofreo M. Angelucci which was first published in 1955. It is an account of the author's contact with an alien race. Beginning in early 1952, Angelucci began to encounter flying saucers and their friendly humanoid pilots during his drive home from the Lockheed factory in Southern California, where he worked. These superhuman space people were handsome, often transparent, and highly spiritual. Eventually, he was taken in an unmanned saucer to earth orbit and exchanged bodies with one of the aliens.

A classic in the literature of UFO contact, The Secret of the Saucers is contactee Orfeo Angelucci's autobiography of his life as a "chosen" emissary of beings from another world. A chronicle of astounding detail about his time aboard UFOs (then called "flying saucers"), this book bristles with the cosmic wisdom of the aliens' knowledge, expounding on matters of philosophy, time, the nature of life and death, and why the space beings have contacted Angelucci, to begin with. Those who have seen or experienced "uforia" will cherish and truly understand this memoir. This is a rare, astounding chronicle of a visitation that was, quite literally, out of this world...

Beginning in the summer of 1952, according to Angelucci in his book The Secret of the Saucers, he began to encounter flying saucers and their friendly human-appearing pilots during his drives home from the aircraft plant. These superhuman space people were handsome, often transparent, and highly spiritual. Eventually, Angelucci was taken in an unmanned saucer to earth orbit, where he saw a giant "mother ship" drift past a porthole. He also described having experienced a "missing time" episode and eventually remembered living for a week in the body of "space brother" Neptune, in a more evolved society on "the largest asteroid," the remains of a destroyed planet, while his usual body wandered around the aircraft plant in a daze.

The overall condition of this book is good despite it now being 68 years old. It does have some normal age and shelf wear associated with a book of this print year. The jacket shows some wear; however, the book beneath it is very good from cover to cover.

CONTENTS
Foreword
Chapter I. The Disk From Another World
Chapter II. I Travel in a Flying Saucer
Chapter III. My Meeting With Neptune
Chapter IV. "We Can Appear and Function As Earthmen, Orfeo!"
Chapter V. The Past Is Never Dead!
Chapter VI. Airplanes Do Disappear!
Chapter VII. Flying Saucer Convention In Hollywood
Chapter VIII. My Awakening On Another Planet
Chapter IX. The Trip East
Chapter X. Neptune Again and Phenomena in New Jersey
Chapter XI. I Have a Vision
Chapter XII. How to Know A Flying Saucer
Chapter XIII. Structure and Motive Forces of Flying Disks
Chapter XIV. The True Nature of the Saucer Mystery

THE SECRET OF THE SAUCERS
FOREWORD
Many persons have asked me why the space visitors should have chosen me for contact rather than some other individual whom they considered eminently better qualified for such contact than myself. Why, they infer, should the space visitors have picked so insignificant a nonentity as I for their revelations?

In all humility, I tell you that I, too, have asked both the space visitors and myself that very question many times. And it is only within recent months that I have begun to understand fully just why I was chosen. But this is not the place in this book to disclose the reasons for their choice. After you have finished the book, however, you will have the answer. It is up to you then to decide whether or not you agree with the saucer beings in their choice of contact.

Thus I shall begin by telling you something about my early life and the space visitors' first contact with me back in the year 1946 when I was totally unaware that I first came under their observation.

My childhood was the usual happy, carefree childhood of most American boys. I joined in the less strenuous games, attended school, and was fairly good in my studies, although I was always frail and in poor health. Fortunately, my family was in fairly
comfortable circumstances, and they and my two indulgent uncles saw to it that I always had the best medical attention available.

My youthful trouble was diagnosed as "constitutional inadequacy," and its symptoms were great physical weakness, lassitude, lack of appetite, and malnutrition. Hence I tired very easily, and the slightest physical effort often left me weak and exhausted. I suffered from severe migraine headaches and as I grew older it seemed at times that every nerve and muscle in my body ached with excruciating pain.

When I was in the ninth grade the doctors advised that I discontinue school and continue my studies at home. This arrangement was highly satisfactory with me, for I had always been intensely interested in all branches of science. At home I was able to devote my entire time to the study of these subjects.

With plenty of rest and on a weight-building diet I gained strength and within a year the doctors believed I was well enough to return to school. But as my family had suffered some financial reverses in the meantime, it was decided that it would be best if I went to work for a while. I heartily approved. My first job was with my uncle's flooring and stucco company. He hired me as an estimator-salesman as I was not equal to any heavy work. I liked the work and enjoyed getting out and meeting people. All in all I got along pretty well even though I was considered just a kid. In my spare

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time I continued to study all of the books I could get hold of on scientific subjects.

In 1936 I met Mabel Borgianini, an attractive Italian girl who is a direct descendant of the famous Italian Borgias. From the first, both of us knew that we were meant for each other. Her happy, cheerful disposition helped me to keep from brooding over my health and physical inability to accomplish all of the things that I longed to do. It was the happiest day of my life when we were married. About a year later our first son, Raymond, was born and our cup of happiness was full.

A little later I suffered a complete physical breakdown and was forced to give up my job. My weight fell alarmingly from 150 to 103 pounds and I was so weak that I could scarcely sit up. After a number of medical examinations and complicated tests, the doctors decided I was suffering from a neurovascular disturbance. They prescribed complete rest and continuous medical attention.

Thus I entered a new world, a white world of doctors, nurses and hospital beds. For eighteen long months I was confined to bed. My body was wracked with excruciating pains and I was so utterly exhausted that I could not even read. Medical science was doing everything possible for me, but I knew that my doctors didn't believe that I would ever pull through. Frankly, I didn't much care whether I lived or died. Life was no longer desirable. To lie day after day on a white hospital cot with a body flayed with pain and too exhausted

even to think is indeed a living hell. Death, I felt, could only mean release from pain. Especially was the confinement difficult for me to bear as I had always loved the out of doors, the sparkle of the sunshine, the whisper of the leaves in the woods, and the music of the woodland streams. Sometimes I prayed that I might die and escape the pain and awful weariness that ached in my muscles.

But weeks lengthened into months and gradually I began to improve. Finally I was able to sit up again and then to walk. It was like being reborn. I even began to take an interest in my science books once more. At last came the joyous day when I was able to leave the hospital and return home. All through those long months of confinement the faith and encouragement of my wife and family never failed. Mabel was with me through it all and if it hadn't been for her love and understanding 1 doubt if I ever would have made it.

My body was still wracked with pain, but I had learned to bear that. The good thing was that the terrible exhaustion and trembling weakness was gone so that I was able to be up and about. Although my family tried to dissuade me, I insisted upon going back to work on my old job almost immediately. I had been inactive so long that I wanted more than anything just to be busy again.

After I returned to work, I took up courses in night school. The old insatiable hunger for knowledge was gnawing at my very soul. I realized that science had discovered much, but there were still

so many things to be learned; so many of nature's secrets yet to be revealed. I was obsessed with learning the true nature of the atom; discovering a cure for the virus diseases and especially for polio, that most ghastly of all crippling diseases. I felt that a satisfactory explanation for the creation and operation of the entire universe was yet to be worked out. What was the great mystery of the creation of matter, or the actual origin of the atom? These and other similar enigmas echoed in my brain night and day.

The field of electricity and electro-magnetic phenomena interested me in particular. Probably because from earliest childhood I had an acute fear or phobia about lightning. During an electrical storm I suffered not only actual bodily pain, but mental perturbation and distress. Thus I became well versed in atmospheric static electricity.

I conducted some simple experiments on my own. I noticed that all fowl and especially chickens are nervous and apprehensive during an impending thunderstorm. It was obvious from my own reactions that they too experienced definite physical symptoms because of atmospheric conditions. Also, I discovered that chickens are subject to a "range paralysis" which in every respect parallels infantile paralysis in human beings. From my studies and experiments in this field I believed that I had discovered certain facts that might be highly significant in the treatment of polio. In my enthusiasm, I wrote a long, detailed letter on the subject to President