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George Adamski
The Toughest Job in the World
By
Tony Brunt
Published by Vailima Press,
53 Endeavour St, Blockhouse Bay, Auckland 0600, New Zealand
Copyright © Tony Brunt 2010
This is an expanded and illustrated version of „George Adamski and the Toughest Job in
the World,‟ which was first published in July 2009 on the UFOCUS NZ website
as part of the „Secret History‟ series.
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Contents
Chapter 1: Coarse Gatecrashers 4
Chapter 2: The Saintly Scamp 7
Plus SNAPSHOT: Lucy McGinnis,1901-1982
Chapter 3: Desmond Leslie Visits 10
Plus SNAPSHOT: Alice K. Wells, 1900-1980
Chapter 4: Worldly Mask and Otherwordly Visitations 13
Chapter 5: ‘The Boys’ 16
Plus SNAPSHOT: The Book in the Middle
SNAPSHOT: George and the Egg
Chapter 6: Exit The Boys 22
Plus SNAPSHOT: George and the ‘Gals’
Chapter 7: 1963: Sense and Non-Sense 25
Plus SNAPSHOT: Lou Zinsstag
SNAPSHOT: George the Showman
Chapter 8: The Government Cottons On 28
Plus SNAPSHOT: Hans Petersen
Chapter 9: Dents in the Legacy 30
Plus SNAPSHOT: George the Cameraman
SNAPSHOT: What George Saw in Space
Chapter 10: Silver Spring: The Most Extravagant Demonstration 36
Chapter 11: The Final Days 39
Plus SNAPSHOT: The End of Innocence
SNAPSHOT: Fred Steckling & The Boys
References 43
Addendum: The Stenographer’s Letter 47
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Chapter One
Coarse Gatecrashers
S ome day when the cover-up has
seven had been many hours on the road
that day on a UFO-hunting expedition
prompted by one of Adamski‟s hunches.
When they finally struck gold they were
eating lunch on an isolated back road 11
miles from Desert Center. After the sil-
very ship had floated into view their
excited leader had headed off into the
hills on his own, hoping for a face-to-
face contact. He positioned himself with
his tripod-mounted telescope about half
a mile from his friends and told them
not to approach until he signaled.
ended and all the bulldust has set-
tled, November 1952 may be marked by
historians for something more than the
month in which 20 years of Democratic
Party grip on the White House came to
an end.
To be sure, Dwight Eisenhower‟s vic-
tory of 4 November deserves its place in
the sun: a hero of World War II climb-
ing the final pinnacle of public service at
age 62, the reluctant Republican candi-
date drafted into the race by popular
demand.
But as Ike – as he was popularly known
– celebrated his victory with friends in a
New York ballroom that night, neither
he nor the millions of other voters could
have known that two weeks later, across
the country in the desert of Southern
California, another American of almost
the same age, would realize a soaring
ambition of an altogether different kind,
an achievement more remarkable in its
own way than that of the newly elected
president.
―If he was an
actor then he
was the best
actor I‘ve ever
known. He
was out of his
mind with
excitement.‖ -
George Hunt
Williamson
On 20 November, under the distant gaze
of six eye-witnesses, a few of whom
were watching through binoculars in the
clear desert air, George Adamski appar-
ently met a man from another planet and
communicated with him for about 45
minutes.
After some minutes they saw Adamski
leave his position and head for a ravine
between two low hills. He approached
another distant figure and seemingly
began to talk to him. Through the bin-
oculars that were passed from person to
person his friends saw Adamski and the
man gesticulating to each other as they
conversed. Alice Wells studied the
stranger closely and later drew a sketch
of a man with long hair, dressed in a one
-piece suit that had a broad band at the
waist and was pulled tight at the wrists
and ankles.
Adamski‟s friends, all of whom later
swore supportive affidavits about the
remarkable events of that day, had ac-
companied their pied piper in a cat-and-
mouse car journey on the roads around
the dusty stop-over called Desert Center.
It was cat-and-mouse with a difference:
the quarry in this case was a large cigar-
shaped UFO floating serenely in the
blue sky, and the stalkers were Adamski
and his friends shadowing the craft in
their two cars, waiting to pounce should
the visitors make a touchdown. The
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One of the other observers, Lucy
McGinnis, had seen a small craft come
down near where the unknown visitor
had appeared. “They stood talking to
each other and we saw them turn and go
back up to the ship,” she said later. The
witnesses‟ view of the scout ship, as
Adamski dubbed it, was not a good one.
It was seen as a bright and sparkling
object rising and falling behind some
boulders. They told Irish investigator,
Desmond Leslie, in 1954, that when the
ship had left the scene it shot up into the
sky in a brilliant flash. Twenty seven
years later McGinnis described it in
more detail to another British re-
searcher, Timothy Good: “…when it
left, it was just like a bubble or kind of
like a bright light that lifted up. Then
George went out on to the highway and
he motioned for us to come out.” When
they reached their leader he was bab-
bling almost incoherently. “If he was an
actor,” said George Hunt Williamson,
“then he was the best actor I‟ve ever
known. He was out of his mind with
excitement.” Desmond Leslie inter-
viewed the witnesses closely on what
happened next. They described how
they had back-tracked with the breath-
less Adamski to the scene of the contact,
all the while peppering him with ques-
tions. “I seemed to be in another world,”
Adamski later wrote. “My answer to the
questions were given in a daze.” If his
answers lacked clarity, his footprints did
not. They were imprinted clearly in the
soft dirt. The group came upon smaller
ones with distinctive markings that the
„spaceman‟ had left. Williamson and his
wife Betty took plaster casts of the best
examples. The small prints led back to
the site of the touchdown then stopped
abruptly.
Human Lookalikes
Adamski‟s detailed account of his meet-
ing with this handsome, human looking
visitor with the shoulder-length hair of a
seventies hippie, is described in detail in
the book, “Flying Saucers Have
Landed”, which he co-authored in 1953
with Desmond Leslie. The key point to
be made about this event and subse-
quent face-to-face encounters that he
and other credible witnesses reported in
the 1950s was that the alien interaction
was taking place on these occasions
with human looking visitors, not Grey-
type aliens.
the derisory term „contactees‟. The word
said it all without the need for enlarge-
ment; it had about it the feel of other
“ee” words – devotee, divorcee, de-
bauchee. Their detractors were not only
the news media but „mainstream‟ UFO
research groups who craved respectabil-
ity and were terrified that reports of
commonsense, repeat meetings with
human-like aliens who sometimes
talked about the spiritual life, would
bring the whole serious subject into dis-
repute.
The word
―contactee‖ said
it all without the
need for
enlargement; it
had about it the
feel of other ―ee‖
words – devotee,
divorcee,
debauchee.
If only the NICAPs, APROs and
MUFONs – the biggest research groups
– had known that there was no chance
that they could insinuate their way into
the good books of the myopic scientific
community, or get a fair hearing from
the US government, no matter how
much they behaved themselves. That
same government, operating in a vastly
resourced conspiracy, would stop at
nothing to suppress and discredit any
attempt to elevate the subject to the
level of the respectable. No amount of
hobnobbing in Washington or sneering
Not only were the encounters with dis-
tinctly human types but these „space
people‟ generally communicated in a
benevolent and helpful way. They were
concerned with the trends on Earth, they
said, often in plain English. Atomic
bomb testing was their number one con-
cern. The witnesses who came forward
to report these more inspirational con-
tacts were generally rubbished by the
mainstream press. These brave people
were flippantly debunked as wishful
fantasists and grouped together under
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