Albert Coe - The Shocking Truth

by Albert Coe

1st Digital edition 2015

I dedicate this book to Hazel Simpson whose understanding and cooperation have contributed, so deeply, to the inspiration of its structure. The beauty of thought will forever extol the virtue of womanhood as, from their hearts, flow the eternal breath of life.

Albert Coe

I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind. As that becomes more developed, more enlightened, as new discoveries are made, new truth discovered and manners and opinions change, with the change of circumstances, institutions must advance also to keep pace with the times. We might as well require a man to wear still the coat which fitted him while a boy, as civilized society to remain even under the regimen of their barbarous ancestors.

Thomas Jefferson

The essence of these famous words have reverberated through-out the passage of time, yet man seems loath or unable to cast off the tentacles of habit which he builds over the centuries and is more inclined to try to wedge or fit advancing knowledge, newly discovered truth, into his set form pattern of cherished ideal or outmoded tradition. The intent of this book is to bring a fuller comprehension, a more concise definition of the evolutionary necessity of readjustment, by an introduction to a race of people whose origins, although foreign to our solar system, are not unlike us in physical appearance and who, from their own tiny niche of this infinite whole, have established a certain truer conformity to these ideals.

The latter part of their history, covering a time span of some 20,000 years, has at times, been fraught with death, disaster and heartbreak. But this frustration of adversity, compiled through the diversification in a sequence of natural law and the rebuff of fellow humans, did not undermine the fundamental concepts of a philosophy based on the broad footing of knowledge and formulated under a premise that being is beauty, combining love, brotherhood and compassion.

They endowed to our ancient ancestors, their intelligence, in a short lived colonization under these precepts, that concluded in mass slaughter and near destruction of the planet through our insatiable compulsion to conquest. But, undaunted, they one again knit a shattered populace into the brotherhood which had never accepted the reaction of defeatism, nor stooped to a reciprocal action of violence. Now with our re-entry into research of the atom, probing a more refined instrument of obliteration and bearing in mind the horrible memory of a by-gone age, they sent a group of one hundred observers to evaluate an advance in destructive forces and in determining oar potential of shattering our planet. We are indebted to them for efficiently fabricating a neutralizing screen, encompassing earth, comprising the inner status of what is now known as the Van Alien Belt. This action was forethought to counteract a possible cataclysm through a chain reaction of the hydrogen atom, if or when we may lose control of these devices, thus guarantying a chance of limited survival.

The creating of this screen and its later refinement has given rise to the myriad Fireballs and Unidentified Flying Objects, which have mystified modern man for the past twentytwo years, just as the legendary awareness of a different presence has bewildered our forebearers, for almost ten thousand years.

After the energizing of this screen a group of these men sought to in an oral contact, dough debate, with the aim of instilling a thought trend to offset the mental shackles which bind us so tightly to archaic precept and to paraphrase the aptly coined words of Jefferson, Trying to fit the grown man into lei childhood coat. Its parallel forver plagues us, as throughout our lives we labor under the paradox of trying to balance the old world of superstition and theory with the new world of progress and science, a series of six letters were formulated, even though their request for debate drew only the emptiness of silence, The impelling impulse that created the thought of these letters stemmed from the hope that it may awaken a desire of reappraisal. They had hoped, through our own volition, to lend impetus to an overhaul of doctrine. It was their desire that with this incorporation of factual science and its clearer understanding of universal motivation, to draw these now completely divorced ends of fact and theory into a more compatible skein of rational philosophy. They fear now that without stabilization, our apparent aimless drift into a Nuclear Age burdened under the stigma of warfare, unreasonable proliferation, starvation and the chaos of conflicting ideology may only lead to the gulf of oblivion.

In full realization that tales of Flying Saucers, little green men, prancing about the countryside and fantastical journeys to such outlandish places as Jupiter, Saturn and even the fantasy of a flight through the Sun by a supposed selected few, have been the butt of many jokes and subjected to all manner of ridicule, there is a basic undercurrent of truth which runs through each story, each sighting. The great impetus to mystery, to conjecture and the grotesque materializations of imagination, stems from lack of their true identity and, determination of purpose that, to date, has never been clearly or logically defined. The return to earth of physical, rational men is an irrefutable fact and they came with a definite problem to solve. Their mission originated without inclusion of knowledgeable contact with us or a national desire of social intercourse with our races. The method used to infiltrate was quite unusual and not in strict concurrence with our established laws and they utilized the security of secrecy, to work unhampered, in proving or to disprove their gave concern, that centered only on our ability to construct devices of destruction. They left nothing to chances as their interest concentrated in a study of possible counter actives should we reach a point that may unleash one, or a combination of natures own explosive capabilities.

In 1904 they paved the way for one hundred of their specially trained observers and infiltrated them as small groups of technicians in every major country of earth. Their job was to watch and evaluate each step of our scientific advancement. The later prolific appearance of the U.F.O. is contemporary to our research, in atoms for bombs, as they set in motion the conclusion of years of study to offset the probability of a runaway nuclear device triggering the detonation of the greatest bomb of all times, Earth itself.

The presentation of this story and its plot are probably as unorthodox as the material of its structure. Still, through their own determination, a cloak of secrecy has not been shed and I cannot offer a concrete proof. Their willingness to institute a series of debates was a fact and after reading this book, only the dictates of your mind may judge the authenticity of the remarkable story that it has to tell.

It opens with an adventure, in 1920, of two carefree boys on a canoe trip through the wilds of Canada; a chance, meeting with one of this group of technicians, long before Flying Saucers and their unrealistic build-up were even a remote conception of thought. It expands in the history of two races of men, born on worlds light years apart, to eventually briefly intertwine and then again to separate, planets apart.

I, Albert Coe, was one of these, two boys who had the good fortune to assist this stranger, in a time of need and for forty-six years have honored a pledge, made to him, at this initial meeting in the forest. Only recently have I been released from the honor bond of this pledge and granted the leniency, to compose this book, in the hope that it may clarify the motivation of a mystery race, Their only desire is to live in the peace and beauty of natures unfolding wonders, as, through their own unique philosophy, they have welded love and compassion into this universal skein. Intelligence never seeks to force its will on others, but if a seed will grow, through its own volition, perhaps the fruit of its wisdom may someday replace the weeds of brutality from all of humanities races.