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The Man Who "Outed" the U.S. Saucer Program: Colonel Steve Wilson
A Short Biography*
by
Richard Boylan, Ph.D.
(c)1997
[Note: Since this article was published, Col. Wilson died of his cancer. He
will be sorely missed.]
There is much about Colonel Steve "Wilson"'s life that he will not allow to
be known, for good reason. Colonel Wilson is a hunted man. Moving from state
to state to evade several attempts on his life, he currently is battling
cancer. Like a number of other prominent disclosers of top secrets about
UFOs and governmental cover-ups (astronaut Gordon Cooper, Congressman Steve
Schiff, CSETI's director and executive assistant Dr. Steven Greer and Shari
Adamiak, and MJ-12 insider Dr. Michael Wolf), the Colonel is suffering from
a cancer which may have been externally "imposed" to silence him. But, like
these other brave witnesses, the death threats have only made even firmer
Wilson's resolve to tell all.
This biographical sketch is based on limited information provided by the
Colonel, and certain data from his discharge papers. I have written this
biographical sketch, as a tribute to a man who feels the public's right to
know extremely-important information about extraterrestrial contacts
supercedes a military/ intelligence cabal's misuse of "national security"
secrecy to cloak their misdeeds. Here then is, without varnish, Steve
Wilson, the man, the officer and the crusader.
Steve Wilson was born in the 1930's, and spent five years in a state
orphanage. In order to escape the savage beatings there, he ran away. He had
always dreamed of being a pilot. Befriended by a prostitute with the
proverbial "heart of gold", this tall 13-year-old was accepted into the Air
Force, when his newfound "mother" stated he was 16 and signed for him to
enlist.
Starting out as a private, he worked hard to advance. He took U.S. Armed
Forces Institute courses, earned his high school diploma, and then the
equivalent of a two-year college degree. Simultaneously he studied at
Aircraft Mechanic School and became a certified mechanic. Then he enrolled
in Flight Engineer school and became a flight engineer on B-17s . Later he
was promoted to Staff/Sergeant and to the personal B-29 staff of General
Crabbe. The General took a liking to Steve, and encouraged him to reenlist
and take an appointment to Air Cadet school at Kelly Air Force Base.
Completing Cadet School, he was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant Wilson, a fighter
pilot at last.
Lt. Wilson's first assignment was the Fighting 12th Fighter Squadron, Clark
Air Force Base, the Philippines. As soon as he arrived, the Squadron was
reassigned to Korea. He promptly was reassigned to the 67th Fighter
Squadron, forward-based at the Korean War's front lines. He graduated from
Mustang propeller fighters to sleek Sabre jets, and was soon doing
supersonic runs down MIG Alley, dueling Communist jet pilots.
On one run into enemy territory to bomb a dam, Lt. Wilson dropped his load
of bombs and watched the dam burst. As he turned his plane around to return
to base, he felt pain in his stomach and looked down to see blood gushing
from his side. The lieutenant radioed in that he had been hit by ground
fire. He reported his position and fuel level, and added that he was about
to pass out and would not be returning. Lt. Wilson's memory fades out at
that point. But subsequent events point to extraordinary intervention by
unseen helpers that kept him alive.
Three days after Wilson radioed in that he was passing out, the control
tower at the 67thFighter Squadron base saw an extraordinary sight. Wilson's
plane was coming in for a landing although its engine was not running. The
fuselage was surrounded by a strange greenish light. Flight line personnel,
the officer of the day and Base Operations staff all looked on in amazement,
as the plane made a perfect dead-stick landing. Inside they found Lt. Wilson
still unconscious! He was rushed to a hospital. When he regained
consciousness, he noted that his shrapnel wound was almost completely
healed! Furthermore, base staff informed him that his plane still had the
same amount of fuel as when he was hit and radioed in his fuel level. The
Lieutenant quickly got out of bed and secured a copy of the reports on his
highly-unusual experience. Shortly thereafter the original reports
disappeared, and no one at the base would talk about his miraculous return.
Soon Lt. Wilson underwent numerous tests, and was debriefed on his
mysterious return incident by what he calls a "strange group". They
administered testing, which revealed that his IQ had jumped from an already
very high 162 to an unheard-of 232. After the testing was completed, he was
returned to active duty. But other changes had taken place inside the young
pilot, affecting his ESP abilities.
Two months after Wilson's unexplained aerial rescue, one of his squadron
mates, Chuck, was shot down during an aerial dogfight over Korea. Wilson and
the others in the squadron watched him go down and disappear. As they banked
their planes to return to base, Wilson heard the downed pilot's voice in his
head. Chuck was crying for help. Wilson jumped in his cockpit seat,
startled. Then he heard the voice again.
Lt. Wilson broke formation and started descending to look for him. The
Squadron Commander screamed over the radio for Wilson to get back in
formation. The lieutenant pretended he couldn't hear the Commander, and
radioed that he was having plane trouble.
Wilson flew low, 100 feet above the ground, searching for Chuck. Suddenly
Wilson heard the downed pilot's cry (telepathically) that he had just flew
over him. "The other airman sounded distressed that I would not see him,"
Wilson recalls. He banked 180 degrees, and came in low. Wilson could sense
that he was there somewhere. He spotted a clearing with enough room to land,
and set his plane down. As he rolled to a stop, he looked around and saw the
other man's plane wedged under some trees. Wilson taxied over close, jumped
out and ran to the wreckage. Chuck was pinned in and badly hurt. Wilson
tells the rest simply.
"Where the strength came from I don't know, but I ripped the wreckage away
from him, lifted him out of the cockpit and carried him to my plane. I threw
the radio gear out to make room for him and me. With me sitting on his lap,
I taxied out and to the end of the clearing. Swinging around, I saw there
was very little room for a take-off. I looked up, and said, "God, if you
exist, help me get this motherfucker off the ground." I held the brakes, and
gunned the engine to the breaking point, let go of the brakes and rocketed
across the clearing. The minute I felt myself off the ground, I began to
raise the wheels. The enemy broke cover ahead of me and began firing. I
passed overhead, and heard the crunch and ripping of metal as I left my
wheels in the trees. My plane became hard to manage with the undercarriage
ripped away. I finally made it back to base. I could see the fire trucks
lining the runway, and saw the tower blink. They were asking me to wag my
wings if I had no radio. What else could I do? I wagged my wings, passed
over the field so they could see the problem, made another 180 degree turn
and started in low. I picked the dirt next to the runway.
"I felt the jolt as my plane skidded down the side of the runway and came to
a halt. The ambulance was the first to arrive, and I already had Chuck on my
back and headed for the ambulance. He had made it out alive. I walked around
the plane and saw all the bullet holes. [A report later said that there were
38 bullet holes.] I patted her tail and said 'Thanks, Lady.' Then I looked
at the sky and said, 'You too.'"
Despite being a rebel, and disobeying orders, (which luckily the Squadron
Commander could not prove), Lt. Wilson was awarded his first Distinguished
Service Award for gallantry above and beyond the call of duty. He remarks
about the incident laconically, "Another one I should have been
court-martialed for." Forty-six days later, he again switched roles back
from rescuer to pilot needing rescue.
Wilson's plane developed engine trouble over enemy territory, and he was
forced to land. When he saw the enemy coming, he burned his plane to the
ground, and was taken prisoner. Because he burned his plane, and would give
the enemy no information, he was beaten for three straight days. After the
first hour his subconscious mind took over, and he felt nothing.
Wilson recounts his captivity with grim detail.
"I remember them asking for information about my Squadron, and about troop
movements. I realized that if I could hold out long enough and through
enough torture, that they would believe anything I told them, and maybe then
they would leave me alone. After three days, they tied a stick through my
arms behind my back, and placed the rope around my neck and down my back,
tying the rope to my feet, which were pulled up. If I tried to lower my
feet, it would choke me, cutting off my air.
"They placed me in a small bamboo cage about two feet wide and three feet
long, and three feet high. I lay there with my head on the ground, with my
knees spread and holding me upright, and trying to keep the rope from
strangling me. There was no room to lay down or move. I remember the gooks
pointing and laughing at me, and a hatred began in my gut as I have never
hated before. Suddenly this thing within my mind kicked in. I remember them
having to drag me out and into this hut. My body could feel nothing.
"Someone cut me loose and my mind began to function. The other prisoners
said I had lasted 15 days out there, and was the only one who hadn't broke
within a week. It was almost a day before the circulation would let me move
my legs and arms. As soon as I could get around they drug me back to the
torture chamber as we all called it.
"I swore to myself that those dirty bastards would never break me. Now I
hated with a ferocity that even scares me to this day. I remember watching
as they stuck bamboo shoots in the joints of my hands, piercing between the
bones. I could hear myself screaming, but my mind was calm, and felt no
pain. After what seems like days, I was returned to the other prisoners.
After several days, I could move my hands some."
It had been 32 days. Lt. Wilson decided that he had had enough. That night
another pilot and he saw their chance to escape. They made our break for it.
Two of the guards who had laughed at his torture were on duty that night.
Wilson moved up behind the first one and snapped his neck, then felt him
slid to the ground lifeless. The lieutenant took his knife, moved around
behind the other, and cut his throat without a qualm. They then ducked into
the underbrush and ran the rest of that night. Later they found out that
they were only twenty-eight miles from friendly lines. They had to crawl on
their belly, only daring to do so at night. They ate grubs and roots, just
as they had been taught in survival school. It took 23 days to crawl back to
U.S. lines.
Wilson relates the climactic moment of their escape. "We topped the last
ridge, and lay on our bellies watching the movement below from a point that
overlooked the valley. Nuckolls rolled over on his back, and you could hear
his leather jacket pull loose from the frozen ground. 'We made it,' I
yelled. I heard Nuckolls softly sobbing. Who ever said that grown men don't
cry? The most welcome sound I heard was a sentry's shout, 'Who goes there?
Advance and be recognized or I'll blow your fuckin' head off.'"
The next defining moment in Colonel Wilson's life began during the Summer of
1960. The Cuban Missile Crisis became a global concern, as President Kennedy
and Soviet Chairman Kruschev were facing off in a deadly game of global
nuclear showdown over Soviet ICBMs in Cuba, and a threat of using the U.S.
Navy blockade of Cuba to sink any more freighter deliveries of ICBMs.
By now Steve Wilson had been promoted to Air Force Captain, and Commander of
a Tactical Fighter Squadron out of Wright-Patterson AF Base, Ohio. His
Squadron was ordered to Florida, and then deployed to Guantanamo Naval Base
in Cuba, with orders to provide air cover for Navy ships doing picket duty
in the Cuban Gulf.
In 1963 Wilson's squadron was ordered back to Wright-Patterson AFB. He soon
received an assignment to fly cover over Houston. Just prior to this,
Captain Wilson had been told that he would be assigned to Majestic-12 as
soon as this mission was accomplished, and that upon his transfer, he would
become a Major. [Majestic-12 (MJ-12), he would soon learn, is the
super-secret organization which controls UFO surveillance and interdictions,
retrievals and analysis of recovered extraterrestrial spacecraft and
occupants, and public access to any information about these matters.] It
would turn out to be a day that would linger in his mind for a long time.
Captain Wilson's mission in Houston was to keep any planes away from the
city during President Kennedy's visit. His squadron had shoot-to-kill orders
for anyone who disobeyed their commands to stay back. While flying
protective cover over Houston, the news came over the squadron's radio that
President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas. Wilson describes their reaction.
"I was shocked. I had met the man and really liked him. My eyes welled up,
and I could hardly see as we were ordered back to the airfield. I could
hardly see the runway. The tears were streaming down my face. After landing,
I watched some of the worst landings ever exhibited by a squadron of Top Gun
pilots. There wasn't a dry eye in the bunch."
After returning to Wright-Patterson AFB, Wilson was informed he was
receiving Top Secret clearance, and was being commissioned as a Major. His
indoctrination into the UFO secrets kept by the Majestic-12 agency then
began. He was shown the remains of the extraterrestrials and the crashed
UFOs from the Roswell incident in latter 1947, that were all housed at
Wright-Patterson's Hanger 84. He read reports he was shown about that
incident, and how Majestic-12 covered it up by putting all the documents and
expenses with a Soccoro, NM crash. He was informed that, because of his
special abilities, he was being assigned to Majestic-12 (code name Majic12).
As part of his duties, he would be assigned to the 1st Special Forces Air
Command, and would undergo special training with Delta Force and then the
Black Berets.
Wilson comments about that period. "I looked at these fellows I was to train
with. Every one was a trained killer and assassin. But it still didn't
prepare me for the MIB [Men In Black], The Wackenhuts [private security firm
operatives with government covert projects contracts.] And all the Black Ops
that exist deep within our government. This was when I was told that I would
cease to exist."
Major Wilson was informed that his job was so secret, that stops would be
placed on all his records and whereabouts, and that they would be moved to
Majestic-12. He was told that his telepathic ability was needed for
something very special, and that he would be on a "need to know" basis, at
least until he had a high enough security clearance.
Wilson recalls, "It made me feel very special, and inflated my ego about
100%. Little did I know at the time that I would be involved in one of the
most dastardly and heinous coverups the world has ever known. To think about
it even today, makes me sick to my stomach.....but at that time in my life,
I felt I was serving my country. I knew nothing of the greed and power of a
few men, who were later to be known as MAJI [the top executives of
Majestic-12]."
For the next nine years, Major Wilson traveled to nearly every Air Force
base in the world, meeting and making contacts with key people for MJ-12.
Finally, in the summer of 1972, he was assigned to the 1st Special Forces
Air Command, Vandenburg Air Force Base. He was planning on getting some rest
and relaxation there. He had just put all his gear away nicely, his B-4
travel bag finally empty and hanging in the closet. No sooner had he
finished unpacking than a man looking like a refugee from a war camp
sauntered into his room. The man flashed CIA identification and told the
Major that he needed to pack his bag, that there was a plane waiting, and
that they would be leaving in 20 minutes. True to his word, in 20 minutes
the plane was taxiing to a take-off.
Major Wilson knew better than to ask where they were going, but by
observation of the compass heading and the terrain, he knew they were over
Nevada. The plane circled and set down on a dry lake bed. Later he learned
it was Papoose Dry Lake [S-4], deep within the Nellis Air Force Range in
central Nevada. Even up close, the mountains and terrain looked barren. They
walked about 300 yards to a rock outcropping. On the other side, nestled
between some large rocks, was an iron door with no handle. The
scruffy-looking CIA man somehow opened the door. They went inside and down a
tunnel. At the end of the passageway, Wilson glanced around quickly. He
still marvels at the size of the structure. "I could swear that the whole
damned mountain was hollow. Right down the middle was a runway, and at the
end huge doors, that I later found could be opened to allow a plane to take
off right out of the mountain."
The CIA man and he proceeded to an elevator without saying a word. The CIA
agent punched an unmarked button. Wilson does not know how many floors they
went down, because the elevator moved with lightning speed. It descended so
fast that he almost lost his dinner. He was ushered out of the elevator and
into an office down the hall to meet the Full Colonel in charge. He saluted
and sized up the tall angular officer standing in front of him. The
Colonel's beady eyes had a mean look, which was matched by his cold and
harsh attitude.
The Colonel informed Wilson of his duties, as well as the plane schedules in
and out of Nellis Air Force Base Headquarters, Las Vegas, the closest
acknowledged military facility. The Colonel also told Wilson how to get
there through the secret underground high-tech tunnel-shuttle system
connecting this installation with Nellis. Wilson was also warned that
anything he saw was Top Secret, and that if he so much as breathed wrong, or
opened his mouth about anything he saw, it would be his last breath. Wilson
noted soberly, "I believed him."
Major Wilson had begun his duties at the Papoose Lake installation, still
not knowing what existed 30 stories farther down. He had been well
indoctrinated in Top Secret work and knew all the consequences of keeping
the nation's most guarded secrets. The past six years had been slow and
boring, he recalls, and other than what he saw at Wright-Patterson AFB, he
felt that he was in a vacuum going nowhere.
He was sitting in his office at S-4 mulling this over one morning, when a
Lieutenant Colonel Bennet came in. He asked Wilson if he was busy, ("Like he
gave a damn," Wilson recalls), and said "Let's go." Wilson followed the
Lieutenant Colonel, and they eventually wound up two stories down at the
super-secret "S-4" UFO technology area. As they came out on a landing there,
Wilson saw eight different kinds of UFOs! There were intellectual-looking
people all over the area, whom he guessed were scientists. He glanced at
Bennett, who cut off his implied question with a curt "Forget it." The
Colonel and the Major went into a cubicle where there were about twenty
officers and civilians sitting around. Wilson was startled, when a woman
came in who was at least eight feet tall. There was not an ounce of excess
fat on her body, he recalls. She wore a strange-looking jump suit, which had
a "HI" pattern on the right side above the breast line. To this day Wilson
recollects the details of this striking encounter.
"The woman had finely-chiseled features. Her blonde hair cascaded neatly
past her shoulders. Her eyes were the bluest blue I'd ever seen. Somehow she
was different. Little did I know then, how different! She sat a large
crystal on the table, and without warning, her fingers began to glow as she
ran them over this crystal. A 3-D hologram began to form above it! I looked
around the room and everyone's mouth was hanging open, and suddenly I
noticed mine was, too. Little did I realize that at that moment my life
would forever be changed. My past teachings slipped from me as I stared. My
whole concept of life did a 180-degree turn, as I watched the Hologram,
complete with sound, unfold the mysteries of the past and the present, and
of other worlds."
Colonel Wilson related that among the scenes, which the female
extraterrestrial's crystal hologram displayed for the assembled group, was
the history of the Earth and of extraterrestrial involvement with it. That
involvement included fashioning the consciousness of Jesus and sending him
to live among Earthlings to point to a better way to understand life and to
live. The extraterrestrial woman also showed the officers and scientists
scenes from inhabited planets of other star systems.
Wilson was transformed by this experience. "When it was over, I knew that,
whatever part I was to play in all of this, my life as I knew it had ended
forever."
He would go on to become appointed executive officer of Project Pounce.
Created in the final days of December, 1980, Project Pounce is an elite
group of Air Force Black Berets and military scientists who rush to the
scene of any UFO crashes, cordon off the area, retrieve the extraterrestrial
spacecraft and any occupants, then "sanitize" the crash site back to its
pre-crash appearance, and intimidate any outside witnesses into silence.
Eventually rising to the rank of Colonel, and receiving a Ultra Top Secret,
Cosmic Q, level-27 security clearance, Wilson learned much about the inner
workings of the Majestic-12 agency. Wilson's UFO-secrecy duties included
interacting with covert "MIB" enforcement goons from the Wackenhut private
security firm on contract to MJ-12. Wilson came to despise the "Whack"-enhut
killers. The Colonel learned about secret space warfare operations,
conducted by military astronauts trained at a covert Air Force Special
Academy. He found out that these military astronauts fly U.S.-manufactured
antigravity aerospace craft, such as the two-man Lockheed X-22A disc, out of
Vandenberg and Beale Air Force Bases in California up into space. These
military astronauts then interdict UFOs deemed "unfriendly", and fire Star
Wars weapons to disable or destroy them.
Colonel Wilson even came to know some things about the top command of MAJI,
including the identity of two of its executive board members, Chairman Henry
Kissinger and advisory scientist Edward Teller, both of whom hold the
top-most Level 33 security clearances. He eventually learned enough about
their avarice and hunger for power to sicken him. He discovered that the
MAJI were "so powerful that they acted as though they were above the
President, and the laws of nature and mankind." To his distress Wilson found
out later that they were to be known as the New World Order.
Finally sickening of the unconstitutional and unethical activities of the
Majestic-12 agency, and of his involvement in "one of the most dastardly and
heinous coverups the world has ever known", Wilson got out. At retirement,
after 40 years in the Air Force, Lt. Colonel Wilson was Flight Commander of
the First Special Forces Air Command, Vandenburg Air Force Base. His
decorations include: the Air Force Distinguished Service Medal, the Silver
Star, two Air Force Distinguished Flying Crosses, two Purple Hearts, the
Joint Services Commendation Medal, the Air Force Commendation Medal, the
USAF Good Conduct Medal and the National Defense Service Medal.
After musing for 15 years, he decided to risk his life and tell all. The
means he used is the global communication tool of the Internet. His torrent
of disclosures of sensitive information has been placed on the Skywatch
webpage, [<www.wic.net/colonel/ufopage.htm>. He was a frequent communicator
on the UFO information newsgroup he founded, currently Skywatch_ok@msn. com.
After years of military and intelligence career-building by playing by the
rules, Lt. Colonel in retirement displayed the highest patriotism of all,
whistle-blowing on the corrupt MJ-12 parallel government. Now stricken with
cancer, Steve Wilson assesses the price of his years in the "Black World" of
the UFO Cover-Up. "I have no feelings, truthfully. My association with MAJI
has left me dead inside. I feel myself still cold and calculating. I never
let anyone get close to me. I feel like a human robot. I have killed
mercilessly and lied for the good of the country, or so I believed at the
time."
His final comments cryptically hint at what everyone will soon know about
extraterrestrial visitation, and the profound changes society will make as a
consequence. "The things I have seen are beyond human understanding and
totally unbelievable. I only have a desire to help humanity somehow through
what is bound to come soon."
THE END
*
This short biography is based on notes and communications from Colonel Steve
Wilson to me in the months before he died. It is dedicated to the memory of
this courageous soldier patriot.
- Richard Boylan, Ph.D.
Dr. Richard Boylan is a behavioral scientist, university instructor,
certified clinical hypnotherapist, and researcher into
extraterrestrial-human encounters.
Richard Boylan, Ph.D., LLC 2826 O Street, Ste. 2, Sacramento, CA 95816, USA
(916)455-0120 E-mail: [EMAIL PROTECTED] WEBSITE: www.jps.net/drboylan/
Dr. Boylan also communicates regularly on the UFOTruth internet reports and
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Addendum:
[Data from Col. Wilson's Form DoD214 discharge papers]
Name: Col: Steve Wilson. U.A.F.R.
Date of Birth 4/5/33
Ser# AO 325727
Length of service U.S.A.F. 40yrs 19 dys. 7 reinlistments!
Metals:
(1) 2 Distinguish flying metals.
(2) 2 Purple Hearts.
(3) i Joint SVS Commondation Metal
(4) 13 Good Conduct Metals.
(5) 1 National Defense Service Metal.
(6) 1 Korean Service Metal
(7) 1 Vietnam Service Metal
(8) 1 Pow Medal
(9) 1 USAF Commandation Metal
Schooling:
(1) University of Oklahoma 1956 to 1960
(2) USAF Academy, Colorado Springs Col.
(3) Advanced Flight Traing, Kelly AFB.
(4) High Weapons School, USAF.
(5) High Tech. Advanced Combat Computers, USAF.
MIA/POW 12/07/50 to 01/18/51
Confirmed ( His) Picture on Internet!
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><<><><>Anecdotal footnote:
<<<Had Sister in Neander, TX. If he was cremated, could have happened here,
death certificate maybe at Clerk County Seat here? My source stated he was
sick. His retirement check went to Switzerland? No phone number? He told
her he was A Knights Templar. She said he had a flag at the Colorado House
with a Skull with wearing a hat on it with cross bones below?
(From Walter Bartoo, who got from a woman who met with the Colonel)
We are about to go on a Journey. All Aboard
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