This is an excerpt from Dogged Days, a book by Ellis Taylor.
In this excerpt, Ellis recounts events that he and Sacha Christie experienced over the same weekend at Ann Andrews home in Lincolnshire.
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It was late September, and getting on for 2 o’clock in the afternoon, and I was driving on the A43 road near Silverstone when suddenly the thought came into my head that I ought to stop at a service station to visit the loo – just in case I encountered traffic hold-ups…Everything is now a blur before and after what happened next.
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The strange life and times ofBy Ellis Taylor
Cover illustration by visionary artist Neil Hague,
from a sketch by Ellis Taylor.
or …My personal life story of true encounters with conventions’ “impossibilities”.
This is an excerpt:
My first day in my old office in Western Australia… I had only been at the keyboard for about 30 minutes when suddenly I found myself reeling … giddy, sick and with an excruciating headache. Almost blinded, I stagger from the office and collapse on the floor…the walls and ceiling spin like white milk in stirred dark coffee and I close my eyes. I hear what sounds to me like a thousand small wings beating. I imagine a room full of butterflies. Slowly the nauseous feeling recedes, enough for me to cautiously open my eyes…I start to reach again, my head feels as if it is about to explode …woom! Woom! WOOM! … but I focus my imagination on the colours that I know I need and very gradually I recover – except for the headache that stays with me for the next 2 hours.
This had been a severe attack but not the first. I mentioned a similar incident (or was it more than one?) earlier. I’d felt its ire in Laughlin, a few weeks back, and another time sitting in this very same place back before I returned to the Beloved Isles several years ago. That time I had traced the cause to a malign beam of energy that had projected from a Telstra installation quite some miles away. I’d dowsed it; found out where it surged through the office wall and then later that same day, quite by chance, photographed it. Some work, involving such things as crystals, saw to it and I had no further trouble here … till now. I’d forgotten about it, or at least put it to the back of my mind. This time though the beam knocked both me and the computer sideways – and that, dear correspondents, is why I haven’t been able to respond to your emails. On top of this the ISP had a puzzling (their word) glitch in their system which caused their records of my patronage to disappear. Good hey!
* The people in the photograph prefer to remain anonymous. The picture was taken on a 35m film camera.
Ellis Taylor
2008
Posted on this blog: 27th January 2024
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The first chapter of my 2006 book, In These Signs Conquer:
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Why is it so important to get everyone thinking the same homogenised and authorised thoughts? It is as if we are being barred at all costs from the mansions of our unconscious mind and the insights that these provide. Why are independent imaginative, original thinkers of our time ridiculed, side-lined or despised? Did the Inquisition really go away?
Is it a security thing?
The strange life and times ofBy Ellis Taylor
Cover illustration by visionary artist Neil Hague,
from a sketch by Ellis Taylor.
My personal life story of true encounters with conventions’ impossibilities.
The strange life and times ofBy Ellis Taylor
Cover illustration by visionary artist Neil Hague,
from a sketch by Ellis Taylor.
or …My personal life story of true encounters with conventions’ “impossibilities”.
This is an excerpt:
One night, in early October 1997, I was driving alone along the A40 road towards Oxford from Witney. It was between 10pm and 11pm the sky was clear and very dark. I wasn’t very far out of Witney, coming down the hill, when I saw an aeroplane in the sky, to the east over the village of Eynsham, between myself and Oxford. The plane was about the size of a small airliner and it had no lights on at all. As I got closer to Eynsham I realised that it was not moving.
I could see the craft at all times except for when it was obscured by a stand of tall trees.
When I reached Eynsham and right beside the aircraft, I slowed almost to a stop and unwound the car’s window to have a good look at it. The plane was as silent as it was stationary; just hanging there over the village close to the road but much lower than you’d think. I gauged the height of it roughly from the trees nearby – about 3 times their height. It was a solid thing with its nose pointing north towards the road. I didn’t stop, I didn’t even take a photograph – though I had a camera in the car – I just carried on driving. As I drove away I kept an eye on it in the rear view mirror and wing mirror and it didn’t move, just hung there as if it was frozen in the sky.
The incident played on my mind all night and I tried to rationalise what it could have been. The only possibility I could think of was that it might have been an elaborately authentic-looking balloon tethered to the ground for some event in the village. I didn’t see any tethers and the plane didn’t sway at all (which blimps do), and it didn’t look like anything other than an aeroplane in every way but it seemed the only alternative to an extraordinary event. In the morning I phoned the Eynsham post office and asked if there was any special event going on in Eynsham? There wasn’t. I asked if there had been a giant blimp over the village within the last few days. There hadn’t been. A friend of mine drove to Eynsham to have a look for me but there was nothing there.
How I wish I’d stopped, got out and photographed it but it’s really strange
how often people see such strange things and then inexplicably don’t
think to photograph them.
© Ellis C. Taylor
October 1997
The details of the incident were reported at the time and subsequently in print and radio interviews. At the time I didn’t consider that this may have been a hologram, a test perhaps.
Four years later, authorities and eye-witnesses claim that planes of the same size flew into the World Trade Centre towers 1 & 2, and the Pentagon.
Ellis
1st October 2018
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by Ellis Taylor 1977
I first started composing this series of stories in 1977, well before the film E.T. was released, and it has some similarities. I adapted it from a part-autobiographical story I used to tell my daughter when she was little. The story is set in South Oxfordshire, where I grew up.
It isn’t finished, and it does need editing.
Part 1
Well, Well
Early one morning a curious light appeared on the horizon, moving very swiftly through the early morning haze down towards the big hill at the end of the lane. Just as it reached the oak trees at the top of the hill, the light stopped, popped and turned into a small object that looked rather like a mustard pot. Floating gently down in short jerky movements it landed on a small patch of grass right beside a big oak tree. There was another pop and a flash, a door opened and out stepped Plog.
Continue reading The Adventures of Plog: The Earth Story. Part 1. Well, Well
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