Visitors from "Janos"

Visitors from “Janos”

Location. Near Brockworth Gloucestershire England
Date: June 19 1978 Time: 2215
The Johnson’s, a family of five was driving home when they all saw a huge multicolored disc shaped object hovering over a field. The driver panicked and sped off, he soon lost control of the vehicle, which began driving by itself. The car stopped and the family seems to snap out of a “dream” state. They soon realized that they had lost 45 minutes of time. Later under hypnosis they recalled being floated into the object and into a circular room, there three men in metallic suits, which had blue eyes and pale faces, met them. They also wore helmets. Two members of the family were given medical tests and were told by a man that had a disc like insignia on his uniform that they had come from a dying planet called “Janos.” They were all given a seltzer like drink before departing the object. About a week after the incident, John (the father) was able to recall a lot of the events in a “dream-like” state. John says that he and the others all got out of the car and went up a sloping hazy beam of light into the flying saucer, entering through a doorway in the side of the ship. Through the doorway they found themselves in a corridor which extended to left and right, following the curve of the circular hull of the ship. The corridor was uniformly lit in bright yellow light. They turned to the left, where there were three doors to their right, leading into separate rooms. The two women each carrying one of the children, were ahead of John in the corridor, John obeying an inner compulsion in his mind, entered the first door, that nearest the entrance, and as he did so he was aware that each of the women entered one of the remaining doors, each still carrying a child. John says that he entered the darkened room, in which the only areas he could see clearly were a series of panels carrying instruments, extending around most of the walls. The instruments—meters with needles on a scale, switches, knobs, and small flashing colored lights—were themselves illuminated, giving some general light over the floor; the panels had some thickness, standing a few inches out from the wall, presumably to allow room for circuitry, components, etc. They extended from about table level up to an upper level about head-height from the floor, where the instrument panels terminated in a narrow horizontal shelf. The walls above this level, and the ceiling, were dark and obscure. The room was roughly rectangular, its width being about ten to twelve feet and its overall length about fifteen to eighteen feet. The right-hand far corner was dark and obscure from floor to ceiling. John had a feeling that someone was standing there, but could see no one. In the middle of the floor, but nearer the door by which he entered, was a black upholstered chair, “like a dentist chair”, with arms and head-rest, the whole supported on a single stout metallic pedestal bolted to the floor. Something in his mind told him to sit on the chair, and he did so. John says it was like a man’s voice in his mind, he is clear that it was not a sound coming through his ears, but it had the quality of a sound and he is sure that it was a man’s voice and not a woman’s voice. John for some reason associated the man’s voice in his mind with the obscure corner on the right, and kept looking into this corner to try to identify the source of the voice; but he could see nothing. As soon as John sat on the chair, it seemed to him that “something” came out of the wall on his right, and gripped him around the right leg, just below the knee. The grip was firm but not uncomfortably tight. It was too dark to see much detail of what it was that gripped him or what it was made of. As soon as the thing had gripped his leg, a narrow beam of white light shot out from a source on the instrument panel directly in front of him, and shone on to his body. The beam was about an inch and a half across and of a pure white color. The white beam scanned over him, starting on the left hand side, first slowly up the left arm and then down the left leg, then it moved across the chest and repeated the scanning movement, exactly the same on the right hand side. The beam never shone directly into his eyes. John got the feeling that the beam was sending out something—some form of power of some description—which was flowing through his body and then going back via the thing which was gripping him around the leg. As soon as the white beam had completed its scanning movement over his limbs, it switched off, and at once the clamp around his right leg disengaged itself and retracted into the wall. He then got up from the chair and went out of the room by the same doorway he had entered by, coming into the corridor to find Gloria, Frances and the children emerging from the other doors. They all met together without speaking and walked back along the corridor to the entrance door, returning to the car by way of the beam.
They were told of the hopes of the Janos people, people like ourselves, numbering ten million, who now wait in space, in our solar system, waiting to be allowed to land and start life again. Janos was a planet, very like our own, with blue seas and lakes, green fields and hills, trees and grass, with towns, cities and quite countryside, with ships and boats and aircraft with pleasant single story homes and families of men, women and children, people very like us. Janos had two moons, both small compared with our moon. One of these, the nearer one, called Saton imperceptibly slowed, millennium after millennium by the friction of solid tides raised in its rocky crust by the gravitational field of the planet, had crept nearer and nearer to Janos, until it was too close for stability, the cohesive forces which held it together were finely balanced against tidal disruption. The people of Janos had known for a long time of their danger. For a long time they had known that they must eventually leave the planet, as the crew and passengers of a sinking ship must take to the boats.

HC addition # 316
Source: Robert E. Bartholomew, UFO Lore
Quoting Frank Johnson “The Janos People”