I read your statement about UFO. I do not know if there are an but they could be. All my life I have been trying to understand gravity; about 7 years back I found a key which seemed to fit, about 3 months ago I found how to fit it in, but I did not know how to build it, then I found how to build it but I knew it was dangerous, if wrong it would explode also it could electrocute me, kill me with high frequency sound. Electrically it would travel at high sped maybe 500,000,000 mi.per.hr., with sound it would travel at speed of light or instance. Its basic is very simple, but that is where it begins to get rough, the more I work about the dumber I feel. So far I kept it on paper because I don’t dare try to build it till I understand it.
Gravity is sound, light and electricity. I found that if you build a space ship it would be powered with a mechanical atom with six fixed electrons, you may think I am some kind of a nut, well I’m not sure that I’m not. I have been a screwball all my life so I guess I have to live with it.

Could move too fast to see. Climbing a line of force straight or down, left or right, forward or back, change of direction could be very fast. Because you can’t prove it don’t be so damn sure it can’t be done. I either know what I’m doing or I am sure I am the biggest fool in the world.

Yours Truly,

TFS

Dear Sir:

I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth to the best of my abilities, so help me God.
I wrote to you last winter and said I would reveal the details of Extraordinary Phenomenon (to put it mildly), which occurred a few years back.
The first terrifying Phenomenon which I wrote about in detail occurred in August of 1952, I think. (I might add to that report of the Invisible Flying Machine that the time of the Appearance to the time of the Disappearance of the loud machine was, I believe, after a series of belated tests,10 to 15 seconds.)
I have kept this second, even more terrifying Phenomenon (which occurred almost exactly one year later in August from the date of the Invisible Flying Machine occurrence) a secret, because who would believe me?
How in the world would I be able to describe the Complexity of the Monster??? Would it serve any useful purpose to tell about it? I thought that it would not. Except, at times I wondered if it might serve some odd purpose.
However, all along throughout the years I knew, deep in my conscience, that the time would surely come when I must reveal all of the bone chilling details of the hideous miracle to the proper authorities, come what may.
Ladies and gentlemen that time has arrived-here and now.
Now you don’t have to believe it, but to borrow a phrase from the South-”You better believe it.”

Do not be dismayed because of the length of time that has elapsed. I remember everything about it just as if it happened yesterday, and it will remain in my memories only forever.
It was the latter part of August, 1953. I, and little Chi-Chi (my female Chihuahua), went to [deleted] in search of gold (and squirrels), as usual. I looked for gold, she looked for squirrels.
Toward evening, after a hard days work, I took my gunny sack of likely looking quartz float rocks to a certain area where I always went to examine them carefully with a magnifying glass. Very few of them were good, and I tossed the worthless ones in my dump pile. At the same time I was carefully scrutinizing each piece I was enjoying a nice sunbath too- as usual.
I finally finished, and putting on my clothes, and picking up the light gunny sack, I holstered my .38 Night Owl revolver and told Chi-Chi: “O.K!” She was always ready to go, hours ahead of time, back to the tiny cabin.
We moved out of the dry creek bed and up the little bank, and turned left onto the old logging trail – SUDDENLY ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE! A tremendous, fantastic, stupendous, shrilling, piercing high pitched screaming whistle cut the air close by! A deafening, powerful, gargantuan charging tugging “beast”? (similar perhaps to a rhinoceros, or hippopotamus, or elephant, or hungry male African lion, or rogue water buffalo with a powerful log chain attached, and enclosed in a barricade of brush and trees and poles!!!) It tugged or charged with mighty strength first one way and then another, round and round, and back and forth. I got the impression that it wanted to attack me or perhaps wanted to meet me but was as scared of a final showdown as I was!
I stood stock still in my tracks – frozen by fear! The little dog barked her head off, and faced into the direction of the monster! If ever there was a time when hair could be expected to stand on end -wow! – this was IT! (We were prevented from seeing IT because of heavy brush and trees at that point!) My hand reached down to the.38 in my holster, but I knew that it would be useless as a water pistol against this thing!!!
For a few seconds I thought, irrationally, that it was maybe somebody in a bulldozer trying to scare me away!!!
There were many other sounds besides the constant, deafening and the struggling, groaning, charging BEAST, but they were too much to grasp in the mind all at once under the circumstances!
In ten to fifteen seconds (later estimation) IT vanished, and all was very quiet and peaceful again. The straight line distance to the monster was 30 to 36 feet (estimated). I stood there completely flabbergasted after the noises stopped! Finally, I moved, ever so slowly back around the trees and faced in the direction of the unholy force (which was very, very close to where I’d been sorting rocks). I saw NOTHING! Not a thing was in sight, and not a rock, or a tree, or a bush was disturbed in the slightest way! There had been no changes on the earth either. Next day I searched, and I searched, and I searched, and for many days afterward. Yard by yard, and foot by foot, and inch by inch,-but, no soap. But, suspicious Capricorn me, I wondered if perhaps, somehow, maybe someone had strung wire and set up a loudspeaker, but I couldn’t figure out just how “they” could emulate the weird sounds. I have passed that area hundreds of times, but I always cast a wary eye in that direction, but thank God IT never returned. Peace in the Valley (and Hills, too!). It’s Wonderful!

Yours Very Sincerely,
SPG

Dear sir:
I believe I have unlocked the riddle of flying saucers, or at least arrived at a working theory of how they work. You may think I am a crackpot, but you will regret this till your dying day if you ignore this letter.

You see I unwittingly let the cat out of the bag. I figured there surely was something wrong with the theory, so I sent it to some consultants. One day later the military implication struck me. With a handfull of these craft, I alone could become dictator of the earth.

I don’t really trust these inventors’ agencies, so you had better get there fast. If the Russians build one first we are all doomed. Fortunately, the theory wasn’t complete, but I still said too much.

Now, I might be wrong, but all research proves me right. They fly on varying or pulsating ion charges, and their speed limit is that of light. They will only operate near a planet but could be hooked up on a rocket ship. They could probably reach the moon without rockets but not Mars. Bullets would probably not enter the field. Metal objects would heat up near it, electric currents would stand still or reverse themselves. I have no idea who or what made the first ones, but I could make one if given the materials. .

I don’t suppose you believe me, but when you hear my terms you may…

The complete price for one flying saucer is one million dollars. That is, if my theory works. You spend much more for rockets and planes which are primitive by comparison.

Until I build a working model I merely want a laboratory and enough money to live on, around $5,000 per year, to be deducted from my original price. However, there will be a few other things thrown in. One: I get to go along when you shoot for Mars. Two: the laboratory will be located on a medium size cattle ranch, preferably near central Missouri. That is so I won’t be bothered and can have time to think. After completion of the project the ranch comes out of the original one million dollars. The rest is to be paid in such a way as to avoid high income taxes. Say, $10,000 a year. In case I get killed in the experiments, as well I might, the money goes to my next of kin.

I will need some help from various professors in physics and chemistry to build a pure ion field. Then I will need some radar technicians to build the motor, and last of all an engineer to make the hull. I will test the thing out myself. I have an idea this may well cost me my life, but it’s too fascinating to turn back now. I have been living in a dream since I discovered the principle. I know all the steps but will need professional advice.

I can’t emphasize enough; this is a nightmare machine even worse than the H-bomb in its military implication. To ordinary aircraft they would be invincible.

I have one more request to make. Locate my ex-girl-friend and offer her a job managing the wild-life on this ranch. If she hadn’t left me I wouldn’t have invented this nightmarish machine. I just want her near me because this thing will probably kill me before I am through. Not to mention what “They,” the originators of this thing that people call a saucer, will do to me when they find out I know their secret.

If research proves me wrong, in one year it will cost you $5,000, and you can use the ranch for a restor. If I am right the US will be the rulers of the world for the next century. All except for “them.” We will have no enemies. The Russian bear will become a wooly worm.
Yours Truly,
L.T.