Frank Stranges
1927 - 2008

Frank Stranges - "The White Planet"

Obit by Timothy Green Beckley

Frank was 81 and a good friend of our little conclave. He hosted just about all of our west coast conventions and expos. Always told the same story. Always showed the same slides. Was a master speaker and platform personality. I actually spoke at his little church.

An interesting side note. Years ago I represented one of Frank's brothers who was also a  minister, but more of the holy-roller type. He had hired me and Harold Salkin (Adamski's unaffiliated publicist) to promote his group. One day after his church members had finished rolling around on the floor and speaking in tongues, he took us aside to chat about business. We asked how his brother Frank was doing and he mentioned that he thought Frank would have been more successful if he gave up his UFO and Val Thor pitch and got back to basics as that was where the "money" was.

I thought to myself, Jesus, he's probably right. Gave me more confidence that something "real" had taken place to Frank involving his Stranger inside the Pentagon.





Excerpted from "Stranger at the Pentagon" 1967:

The First Meeting

March 16, 1957, in Alexandria, Virginia, one of the finest leaders of the planet Venus, operating under the direction of the Central Control and who had been chosen to make the contact as well as direct the project, landed his craft and was met by two police officers, weapons drawn.

  A thought transference quickly convinced them that he meant no harm and he was ushered into the back seat of their patrol car. After crossing over into Washington, D.C., they were met by the Secretary of Defense along with six of his staff members. Soon police from every conceivable district and agency had joined in, all trying to claim their right to escort him to President Dwight D. Eisenhower.

  Through his own version of the power of positive thinking, he was able to dismiss them all and soon passed through the security posts followed by an Air Force Captain.

Meanwhile, his presence in the area had thrown everyone into a dilemma. The introduction he held from the High Council worried them because, though not written in any Earthly language, their minds were given power to properly translate the inscribed message.

  Captain Gould (not his real name) asked him to remain and after downing two plain bourbons muttered...

"My god, why couldn't this have happened on my day off?" Suddenly the door opened and six armed guards led Val to what appeared to be an elevator. It went rapidly to the bottom-most level. Maximum security was in place. After transferring to an underground train, they sped toward the White House. Six officials, six armed guards and three secret service men escorted him into the office of President Eisenhower.

From behind the desk the President rose while the secret service men remained nervous and uneasy. As he extended his hand to shake that of the President, the secret service men drew their revolvers and pointed them at Val. Following the nod of the President, they reluctantly lowered their guns.

Standing in front of his desk, the President said, "Of course, you know we have suspended all rules of protocol. I have a good feeling toward you. Please, sir, what is your name?" "And where do you come from?"

"I come from the planet your Bible calls the morning and the evening star."

"Venus?"

"Yes, sir."

"Can you prove this," he asked.

"What do you constitute as proof?"

He quickly retorted, "I don't know."

"Will you come with me to my ship?"

He answered with a quizzical look and said, "My friend, I cannot come and go as I please. There are others to be considered. There are committees to be consulted and security measures to be adhered to. Please spend some time with us here ...Let's get better acquainted ...learn more about one another ...and perhaps soon, real soon, well ...we shall see."

 

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