"Somebody Else is on the Moon"

by George H. Leonard

I stood in the marble lobby of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration building in the shadow of the Capitol, staring at a glossy photograph, barely aware of the crowds bumping me as they streamed to lunch. It was just one of the thousands of photos taken by NASA in its lunar program. But it was hard to keep my hands from trembling. What I saw was fantastic, unbelievable.

It proved to me that the Moon was not as they presented it to us -- a dead satellite having only strategic and basic research interest.

The photograph, with others in my collection, fairly screamed out the evidence that the Moon has life on it. There was no denying a the truth which shone through: the Moon is occupied by an intelligent race or rates which probably moved in from outside the solar system. The Moon is firmly in the possession of these occupants. Evidence of Their presence is everywhere: on the surface, on the near side and the hidden side, in the craters, on the maria, and in the highlands. They are changing its face. Suspicion or recognition of that triggered the U.S. and Soviet Moon programs -- which may not really be so much a race as a desperate cooperation.

The picture I held showed a manufactured vehicle gleaming among other manufactured objects. Three matching struts come out of the rear. A beautiful molded point adorned the front. The object was perfectly oval. Along one edge, underneath, could be seen cilia-like appendages, resembling those of a centipede. (See plate 2 -- NASA photo 66-H-1612)

A manufactured vehicle gleaming among other manufactured objects. Three matching struts come out of the rear. A beautiful molded point adorned the front. The object was perfectly oval. Along one edge, underneath, could be seen cilia-like appendages, resembling those of a centipede.

(Above is our hand drawn copy of Leonard's drawings of three of the vehicles? structures? he and others see in the NASA photo of the Moon "sea", Mare Tranquillitatis.)

It was one more piece of evidence, which I added to the growing list of enormous machinery and devices that pushed the Moon around and knocked down the ring of the craters; another shocker which nobody had talked about in the scientific articles or the papers.

I needed to talk to somebody. Was there a NASA scientist who would level with me? I wanted to communicate about the things I saw and perhaps needed a braking influence, too. There had to be a scientist who would talk straight sense. So far, all I'd gotten was quick statements that all the phenomena were of natural origin. Sometimes they shot out the answers even before I'd asked the questions, as though they were programmed.


Stop Thinking of Things You've Known on Earth!

On the spur of the moment, I went back to the elevators, got off at a different floor this time, and walked slowly down the corridor. Walking up one side, down the other, the names on the doors meant nothing to me. I walked to another floor. Leon Kosofsky, the chief interpreter of the Moon's surface, had retired. I did not know who was in that office now. At the end of another corridor I stopped; the name beside the door looked familiar.

Some years earlier, I'd gone to a management seminar at a conference center in the rolling Virginia countryside. One of the attendees had been a financial executive with one of NASA's field installations. We'd developed a friendship during that week. Now I was looking at his name beside the door. He'd been transferred to headquarters.

He was out of his office. His secretary said I could wait, that he'd be back shortly. I sat down while my head rang with the words of the British space scientist, G.V. Forster, who said there were alien structures on the Moon waiting to be discovered by us.

Pounding against my eardrums also was the voice of Dr. Farouk El-Baz, then a key geologist associated with the Apollo flights and now Director of Research at the National Air and Space Museum: "We may be looking at artifacts from extraterrestrial Visitors without recognizing them."

And emblazoned on my brain was the reply of Wilbert Smith, a Canadian scientist associated with the government of Ottawa, to my question about the large size of so many constructions and artifacts on the Moon: "Stop thinking in terms of Earth, of humans, of things you've known -- get out of that straight jacket." To varying degrees we are all in that straight jacket. It is one of the themes of this book.

Joe looked hard and long at me after I'd put the question.

"You want to talk to someone in NASA who's associated with the Moon program,” he finally said. "Someone who will call a spade a spade, say what he means."

"Something like that."

"How about ______?" He named two NASA scientists. I knew both of them, they would only discuss orthodoxies with me, I was sure. I shook my head.

"You want someone who'll agree with you," Joe said, "whatever [6] your viewpoint is." His grin took only a little of the sting out of his remark. "Seriously, I think I know what you mean. Does the guy have to be in NASA now?"


"Good. Write to Sam Wittcomb. He was with us during the early days. Left to take a big job with a research outfit in California. He is the kind who makes vulgar sounds with his mouth if he thinks you are talking crap."

"But if he left during the early days -- "

"Sam's got this hobby," Joe said. "He keeps up."

"The Best Three Hundred Dollars I Ever Spent!"

Dr. Samuel Wittcomb turned out to be an engineer who had gone on to get his Ph.D. in physics, and an astronomy freak to boot. Rather than carry on a correspondence, I called him, got an appointment for the following Monday, and invested in a round-trip plane ticket. It was the best three hundred dollars I ever spent.

An appointment for one hour turned out to be a three-day stay. We talked for most of the afternoon, and Sam invited me to his house for dinner that evening.

"I'd rather my name not be used," Sam said over the first Scotch. "You understand."

"Let's say I'm beginning to understand. If you were still in NASA, you probably wouldn't be talking at all."

Sam smiled. I promised to use another name for him if I wrote a book.

"Hasn't anybody noticed these things before, Sam? The machinery in the Bullialdus area, the manufactured objects in that small crater near where Ranger Seven hit, the boulders that run uphill as well as downhill?"

"You're not the first person to see interesting things on the Moon," was his dry retort.

"But they don't get reported! Somebody's got to put all this in a book!"

"Hold the phone. There's stronger evidence than the stuff you've told me about."

I waited for him to continue but he did not. We went outside. The sky was intermittently clear. In a shed in his backyard was a small observatory with a ten-inch reflector. I used it as a person who loves cars would open up a Maserati on a stretch in Kansas. The telescope had a clock drive and setting circles and a photographic attachment and the ghost of Galileo around it. It was like going to the big leagues all of a sudden after years in the bush. He could never have bought a scope like that on a civil servant's pay.


An Intelligent Race on the Moon

"So I agree," Sam said, as we carried the eyepieces back into the house, "and so would the inner circles of Government. There's an intelligent race on the Moon. Not humans. Probably not from within the solar system -- although I think the proof is involved and speculative. I came to that conclusion before the advent of NASA's Moon program, using my baby out there. One night I saw and watched a light in Aristarchus for two solid hours. And when that faded, a pattern of lights in the crater Plato came in. They weren't anything at all like glows from solar flares or all that hogwash. These were lights! Man -- do you realize the intensity of a light that can be seen that far away in a telescope?"

"There's an object beside the central peak in Aristarchus," I said. "It's as artificial as Watergate."

He nodded. "But the lights I saw came from the rim. Look, I know you want me to tell you everything I know. But I'm not going to. It's too easy. I'm doing you a favor when I say you'll be better off, and feel better about yourself, if you work hard and don't get everything from me."

"Okay, Sam, okay."

"I won't pretend I dug every thing out myself. After all, I did work with NASA for awhile. And I keep in touch with them and the Jet Propulsion Lab and a few other places. But a lot of the work I did on my own, from tips here and there. That's what I'll give you, tips."

I stepped breathing for a moment and waited.

"There are a few places on the Moon where definite change is shown. Not suspected change like the old chestnuts, Linne changing from a crater to a puff of white, and so on. I mean real change -- things taking place within a few days. Go find them."

I did some sightseeing in the area and came back the next night, responding to his invitation.

"One set of pictures, in one area alone, was enough to bring about secret briefings of top people around the world," Sam said. "The change and activity there was striking."

"Just give me an inkling," I pleaded. "There are thousands of pictures in those tubs."

"Granted. But how many photos of the same area, taken at different times?" He was right of course. That limited the amount of work to be done.

"I'll give you one lead," Sam said. "There's change on both the near and the far side. But the most striking changes are on the far side. Call me in a few weeks."

(Thus ends the introductory first chapter to Leonard's [8] exciting new book, "Somebody Else Is On The Moon", published by David McKay Company, New York at $9.95 in 1976. George has 17 more chapters devoted to the various aspects of the evidence for intelligent life on the Moon, backed up with numerous NASA photos and his drawings of the detail in the photos which require close, long scrutiny to allow their significance to sink in.)

It is depressing, of course, that the results of all this government research, paid for with our tax dollars, are withheld from us.

On the other hand, your editor and Director is greatly pleased to find the ideas we put forth in our two lectures, Flying Saucers On The Moon" (BSRF 2-F, $2.00) and "Meeting On The Moon" (BSRF 2-0, $2.25), given in the early 19605, supported and enlarged by this hard-cover book getting national and international distribution.

"Super rig 1971 is on a terraced, inside rim of an unnamed crater on the far side of the Moon," writes George Leonard on page 36. "It stands up straight. It is constructed of filigreed metal (triangles and space) for strength and lightness, thus casting no observable shadow. A 'cord' runs from its base down the side of the crater. All of these properties are similar to those of super rig 1966.

"My sketch of super rig 1971 is below. Note that on right side of the same flat terrace two other rigs are working. They stand up straight and have two pieces working from a fulcrum. Cords run from their bases. The result of their efforts is clearly seen. They have made an even cut straight down into the terrace. The cut (notch) is straight as a die. Something straight stretches across the gap. They will continue this out until it reaches all the way to the crater floor, at which point the entire chunk of ground will be sent crashing down. Other machines will then take over the work of sifting, taking away, smelting, or whatever procedures they are carrying out.

Super rig 1971

"The size of the crater is not given by NASA. There is absolutely no information on the back of this photo beyond the words, 'From lunar orbit, the Apollo 14 crew photographed these Moon scenes.' Taken by itself there are no guidelines in the photo for judging size.

But we may guess in this case by assuming that the 1971 rig is the same size as the 1966 rig. In this event we arrive at the rough estimate of one and one-half miles for the rig, and at least three miles high for the chunk of ground from crater floor to where the rigs are perched."

Leonard certainly freed himself from the straight-jacket of orthodox thinking!

Cover of George H. Leonard's Somebody Else is on the Moon (David McKay Co., 1976).


"NASA seeks life on Mars. Scientists talk of meeting other-world intelligence within fifteen years. We beam signals into space. But NASA already has evidence for sentient life on the Moon. Why haven't you been informed?"

"Fighting the veil of secrecy, George H. Leonard studied thousands of NASA Moon photographs and talked candidly with dozens of officials in and out of that space agency, reviewed countless Moon data, listened to hours of the astronauts' Apollo tapes, and here presents his startling conclusion that the Moon is occupied by two or more space races." (David McKay Co., 1976 ed.)

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