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From Outer Space
Are we the only intelligent life in the infinite unexplored cosmos? Are you sure that there are no explanations to our unanswered mysteries? Howard Menger knows the answers to these questions because he was selected as a contact by a group of cosmic astronauts. Disbelieving, terrified yet finally convinced, Menger talked with them, observed and traveled in their craft and brought back a message of vital importance to all those with an open mind. Howard Menger's experience- documented by pages of authentic photographs- will seem incredible to many readers. But for those able to respond to sincere conviction, for those who recognize the “plurality of worlds”, for all those readers no matter what their opinions who seek revealing answers, From Outer Space will be a unique and illuminating experience.
254 pages, Mass Market Paperback
Published March 1, 1974
About the author
Howard Menger
17 books7 followersAmerican contactee who claimed to have met extraterrestrials throughout the course of his life, meetings which were the subject of books he wrote, such as From Outer Space To You and The High Bridge Incident.
When he was still young he moved with his parents to the rolling hills of Hunterdon County, New Jersey. His first alleged contact with a person from another planet was at the age of ten, in the woods near his hometown of High Bridge, New Jersey.
When he was still young he moved with his parents to the rolling hills of Hunterdon County, New Jersey. His first alleged contact with a person from another planet was at the age of ten, in the woods near his hometown of High Bridge, New Jersey.
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May 12, 2024
ANOTHER 1950’s -STYLE ‘CONTACTEE’
Howard Menger (1922-2009) wrote in the first chapter of this 1959 book or his early years, “I began to have ‘flash-backs,’ or hazy remembrances of scenes, places and happenings which somehow were familiar to me, but were outside my real experiences. They seemed to be of another world. About this time we began to see the discs in the sky… My brother and I continued seeing the bright, shining circular objects in the sky, and one day one of them landed in the field where we were playing. It was a disc-shaped object… When we were about 25 feet from the object… the disc on the ground began vibrating, then took off at a terrific rate of speed in a blinding flash of light. This experience we again enthusiastically recounted, but again our story was assigned to the realm of childish imagination.” (Pg. 20-21)
Later, he adds, “But one day in 1932, when I was ten, I saw something even more beautiful than the surroundings. There, sitting on a rock by the brook, was the most beautiful exquisite woman my young eyes had ever beheld!... She turned her head in my direction… It was a tremendous surge of warmth, love and physical attraction which emanated from her to me… ‘Howard,’ she spoke my name… ‘I have some a long way… to see you, Howard… and to talk with you…. We are contacting our own… As you grow older… you will grow to know your purpose. You will help other people grow to know their purpose too.’ … Then she stood up and I knew she was about my mother’s height, slender, lithe, with no exaggeration of voluptuous curves.” (Pg. 22-23)
In a later meeting with a male alien, he was told, “Actually, Howard, there is no death. Only the physical body, or the shell, dies, and even that is not really destroyed. The soul lives on eternally, learning by its mistakes, always progressing. The good that is done is accredited to that soul. The mistakes are forgotten.” (Pg. 40) In another meeting with a female, she said, “We must learn from mistakes of our past lives… People live in fear of death, when in truth there is no death. It is only a change from one condition to another.’” (Pg. 47)
He states that in 1953, he met two men who said, “We happen to be Martians.” They went to a restaurant, but they did not eat any meat, and explained, “Don’t think of this in the usual sense of a religious rule… but of natural law… The dietary customs of your various religious groups often approach, but are still misrepresentations of these natural laws. Rules of diet should never be thought of as sacrifices, but as positive contributions to health and the exercise of consideration toward lower animals.” (Pg. 61)
Years later, he entered a saucer, and mused, “Some of the information they gave me was very technical, and I wished I had a tape recorder with me instead of trying to rely on my memory. ‘IT wouldn’t work on board this craft,’ the blond man said, picking up my thoughts. ‘All you would hear on the tape would be a hiss.’” (Pg. 84)
Later, “I had been told that anyone hearing the music the Saturnian and my soul had taught me would get a feeling, or reach an awareness, which would act as a mental assist to release something to release something from the subconscious. People hearing the theme would react in their conscious state with increased understanding and brotherly love toward one another… For many months I played the music all over the country… I taped the music and sent it around to various study groups… I finally was able to have a long-playing record of the music issued for the public… which we titled… ‘Music from Another Planet.’” (Pg. 112)
He recounts, “In March, 1957, I headed west for a brief lecture tour… [I] spent a few inspiring hours with George Adamski, a great soul who has reached an awareness of the truth of our being and our purpose. I shall never forget that warm, friendly meeting and his words of wisdom.” (Pg. 127)
In a group he founded, “Some suggested it might prove well worth the time for our group to study ‘Self-Realization,’ as taught by a great teacher, Parahamsa Yogananda.” (Pg. 129)
He states that he took a ride to the moon in a space ship: “I also tried some shots of the moon. On the five photographs, only three came out, and they were blurred, but to me they are indeed priceless and proof that we had orbited the moon.” (Pg. 141) Later, “I had been able to take photographs to prove my trip, though only of the dome-shaped buildings the craft and some mountains (for some reason, I was never allowed to take photographs of surface detail, people, their mechanical installations and the like.” (Pg. 150)
In a Q&A section, he notes, “‘The ones who have contacted me have some from Mars, Saturn, Venus, and probably Jupiter… Mass landings, great displays, and the like would only cause confusion. The military would be involved immediately; the governments of the world would be in turmoil, each seeking its own advantage. There would be hysteria and, possibly, panic. And so, in the interest of humanity, the space people approach us cautiously.” (Pg. 154-155)
Much of the rest of the book is devoted to the topics of diet and nutrition. (Oh: he also claimed to have constructed---with the help of the aliens---a ‘free energy motor,’ and includes a photo of it in the book.)
Menger’s book is, at least, less boring than the books of ‘contactees’ such as Truman Bethurum; but his accounts of the Moon, Venus, Saturn, etc., are as inaccurate as they are.
Howard Menger (1922-2009) wrote in the first chapter of this 1959 book or his early years, “I began to have ‘flash-backs,’ or hazy remembrances of scenes, places and happenings which somehow were familiar to me, but were outside my real experiences. They seemed to be of another world. About this time we began to see the discs in the sky… My brother and I continued seeing the bright, shining circular objects in the sky, and one day one of them landed in the field where we were playing. It was a disc-shaped object… When we were about 25 feet from the object… the disc on the ground began vibrating, then took off at a terrific rate of speed in a blinding flash of light. This experience we again enthusiastically recounted, but again our story was assigned to the realm of childish imagination.” (Pg. 20-21)
Later, he adds, “But one day in 1932, when I was ten, I saw something even more beautiful than the surroundings. There, sitting on a rock by the brook, was the most beautiful exquisite woman my young eyes had ever beheld!... She turned her head in my direction… It was a tremendous surge of warmth, love and physical attraction which emanated from her to me… ‘Howard,’ she spoke my name… ‘I have some a long way… to see you, Howard… and to talk with you…. We are contacting our own… As you grow older… you will grow to know your purpose. You will help other people grow to know their purpose too.’ … Then she stood up and I knew she was about my mother’s height, slender, lithe, with no exaggeration of voluptuous curves.” (Pg. 22-23)
In a later meeting with a male alien, he was told, “Actually, Howard, there is no death. Only the physical body, or the shell, dies, and even that is not really destroyed. The soul lives on eternally, learning by its mistakes, always progressing. The good that is done is accredited to that soul. The mistakes are forgotten.” (Pg. 40) In another meeting with a female, she said, “We must learn from mistakes of our past lives… People live in fear of death, when in truth there is no death. It is only a change from one condition to another.’” (Pg. 47)
He states that in 1953, he met two men who said, “We happen to be Martians.” They went to a restaurant, but they did not eat any meat, and explained, “Don’t think of this in the usual sense of a religious rule… but of natural law… The dietary customs of your various religious groups often approach, but are still misrepresentations of these natural laws. Rules of diet should never be thought of as sacrifices, but as positive contributions to health and the exercise of consideration toward lower animals.” (Pg. 61)
Years later, he entered a saucer, and mused, “Some of the information they gave me was very technical, and I wished I had a tape recorder with me instead of trying to rely on my memory. ‘IT wouldn’t work on board this craft,’ the blond man said, picking up my thoughts. ‘All you would hear on the tape would be a hiss.’” (Pg. 84)
Later, “I had been told that anyone hearing the music the Saturnian and my soul had taught me would get a feeling, or reach an awareness, which would act as a mental assist to release something to release something from the subconscious. People hearing the theme would react in their conscious state with increased understanding and brotherly love toward one another… For many months I played the music all over the country… I taped the music and sent it around to various study groups… I finally was able to have a long-playing record of the music issued for the public… which we titled… ‘Music from Another Planet.’” (Pg. 112)
He recounts, “In March, 1957, I headed west for a brief lecture tour… [I] spent a few inspiring hours with George Adamski, a great soul who has reached an awareness of the truth of our being and our purpose. I shall never forget that warm, friendly meeting and his words of wisdom.” (Pg. 127)
In a group he founded, “Some suggested it might prove well worth the time for our group to study ‘Self-Realization,’ as taught by a great teacher, Parahamsa Yogananda.” (Pg. 129)
He states that he took a ride to the moon in a space ship: “I also tried some shots of the moon. On the five photographs, only three came out, and they were blurred, but to me they are indeed priceless and proof that we had orbited the moon.” (Pg. 141) Later, “I had been able to take photographs to prove my trip, though only of the dome-shaped buildings the craft and some mountains (for some reason, I was never allowed to take photographs of surface detail, people, their mechanical installations and the like.” (Pg. 150)
In a Q&A section, he notes, “‘The ones who have contacted me have some from Mars, Saturn, Venus, and probably Jupiter… Mass landings, great displays, and the like would only cause confusion. The military would be involved immediately; the governments of the world would be in turmoil, each seeking its own advantage. There would be hysteria and, possibly, panic. And so, in the interest of humanity, the space people approach us cautiously.” (Pg. 154-155)
Much of the rest of the book is devoted to the topics of diet and nutrition. (Oh: he also claimed to have constructed---with the help of the aliens---a ‘free energy motor,’ and includes a photo of it in the book.)
Menger’s book is, at least, less boring than the books of ‘contactees’ such as Truman Bethurum; but his accounts of the Moon, Venus, Saturn, etc., are as inaccurate as they are.
February 28, 2018
This is an odd book, first published in 1959. Menger was one of those "contactees" who claimed to commune with Nordic-type space brothers in the 1940s and up. His encounters are a bunch of baloney that don't hold up to scrutiny at all. Oddly, he prints a couple of transcripts of radio shows he was on (hosted by the famed Long John Nebel) in which Long John grills him and his witnesses pretty good and the stories are all but revealed to be bunk. Much of the book (about a quarter of it) is geared towards Menger's personal philosophy of how agriculture should work here on our world, with repeated references to an organic fertilizer called Organo produced by an acquaintance of his, replete with testimonials from farmers...Menger must have been shareholder in the company or something! It almost seems like the contactee bunk was invented by him to sell books into which he could plant his agricultural sales pitches!
An interesting thing I found here made me wonder if Chris Carter read this book while he was dreaming up the X-Files series. Menger tells how his space brother friends once warned him about a man who might approach him to throw him off the correct path, "an operator of deceit", part of a conspiracy to turn people away from the space visitors...and he wears dark suits and smokes cigarettes! Later in the book, one of Menger's friends, an alleged witness to Menger's flying saucers, is interviewed by Long John and referred to only as Mr. X! I kept waiting for Deep Throat to show up too!
An interesting thing I found here made me wonder if Chris Carter read this book while he was dreaming up the X-Files series. Menger tells how his space brother friends once warned him about a man who might approach him to throw him off the correct path, "an operator of deceit", part of a conspiracy to turn people away from the space visitors...and he wears dark suits and smokes cigarettes! Later in the book, one of Menger's friends, an alleged witness to Menger's flying saucers, is interviewed by Long John and referred to only as Mr. X! I kept waiting for Deep Throat to show up too!
February 12, 2018
An early classic in the UFO field. Written in a very matter-of-fact manner.
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