They Live in the Sky

By Trevor James Constable

Pertinent Excerpts From A Flying Saucer Classic Of The 1950s, Part X
[Index of 10 parts]

Andolo: "Your earth is a testing ground, one of many hundreds of thousands of testing grounds in the Universe, where beings evolve upwards on the scale of life, working constantly towards junction with the Great One as the ultimate attainment of all existence.

"We on the etheric planes pass on to higher planes just as you do from earth, when qualified. This transformation on your plane is termed death. To us it is merely a transformer interposed between us and the next level of life to which we will ascend. We will stress once more that the greatest factor in the way of a proper grasp of the true story of life on your planet is the conception of death as the end of all existence. Nothing could be further from the truth!

"Upon your plane, you must serve out an evolutionary period before you can ascend to the higher worlds. The fleshly bodies which you have are part of a plan to aid your working through this scale of existence. At your level you must endure savage crimes, wars, strife and violence; and the Great One, in his wisdom, has seen fit to use the fleshly body as the most convenient method of taking care of this almost elemental stage of existence.

"Now then, there are more people waiting to serve out their karmic penalties than there physical casings or bodies to go around. Therefore there is a dwelling place around your planet for these bodiless entities from your surface. These are Spirits or spirit people. They are, if you like, in suspension, or their evolution is interrupted; and they are anxious to return to a body either to carry out something they left undone, or else, after realizing the truth or partial truth of creation, to become incarnate again and work towards proper passage through earthly life prior to ascending to higher realms.

"We are in bodies of a tenuous but none the less real substance, vibrating at a rate much greater than that which prevails upon your planet. Spirit people are dwellers in astral form who cannot go beyond that astral form without serving out their karmic life in a casing of flesh as you know it. Communication is possible for you, both with [19] us and with the spirit people. But in communicating with spirits you may find that they know but little more than earth dwellers, and in many cases not as much. They may have nothing valid to impart. They may play tricks and jokes upon people contacting them. Therefore we can only suggest that all such communication be done with extreme care and with a reason. Without reason behind it, it is little more than folly. I leave you in love and good will. I am Andolo."

The reasons for our lives here on earth would appear to be much more complex, logical and intellectually acceptable than the combined hocus-pocus of doctor and priest would have us think, if this communication with Andolo is valid.

Let the dominant lesson of this chapter be that all who seek to contact beings by extra-sensory means may not be spacemen at all, at least as they have been depicted as tall, handsome, with long golden hair and no dental caries. Along with beings who are supremely wise and beneficent, there are those who are malevolent and malicious, and those who may not live by any standard of values we could comprehend.


Before the original booklet "Spacemen - Friends and Foes" was published, I had arranged to make a visit to the Mojave Desert (north-east of Los Angeles) to try and get some photographs of spacecraft.

In those days I had not even begun to fully comprehend the significance of the information I had been given, and fondly imagined that Ashtar and his men would come down in their craft, become visible, I would photograph them, and that would be that. It was not that easy.

Although it took me many months to realize it, the Etheric forces probably do not have the power to manifest at our frequency level without the aid witting or unwitting of some person here. At the time I set my mind on the photographic project, Ashtar indicated that it would be difficult, but the paucity of my own knowledge undoubtedly prevented him from explaining exactly why it would be difficult. . . On our first trip to the desert, Aug. 18, 1956, my friend Jim Woods and I were a splendid pair of ignoramuses and we are appalled today by our own conceit in thinking that we were in just weekend to lay bare the whole UFO mystery. . .

Ashtar suggested that I be on the alert for an indication of where to turn off the road to Victorville, but I did not attach much importance to this. . . the engine overheated badly. . . in removing the radiator cap my hand was flung aside and a geyser of dirty, boiling, acid-charged water shot into the air. I was caught on the right side of the face by this jet and suffered a bad scald on forehead, cheek, nose and eye area. I thought it best to abandon the trip and return to Los Angeles. . . We had dinner in my apartment, a painful process for me up until 8:30 p.m. -- the time of our pre-arranged contact with Ashtar on the desert.

In the ten minutes following 8:30 p.m. all sensation of pain [20] completely left my face, to the point where I did not know I had been burned. I also felt a great renewal of strength, a surge of energy and power. I was even able to bang my knuckles against the burnt portion of my face without any sensation of pain. . . We both felt ourselves imbued with the desire to go to the desert again in spite of the fact that we had already driven over a hundred miles that day. We made a point of prayers again and set off again in very high spirits.


Driving out beyond Victorville some nine or ten miles down the Lucerne Valley road we saw a red light light swinging in the sky above us. We stopped the car, pulled over to the side of the road and turned off both lights and engine.

Through 12-power binoculars the object appeared to be hovering and dancing up and down slightly. We studied it for a few minutes and were about to move on after chalking up an "indefinite" when our attention was drawn to a monstrous cluster of colored lights moving across in front of us on the same bearings as the swinging light. Through the glasses this cluster of lights revealed itself to be a large cylindrical shaped craft with red, green and white lights on it. I estimated its altitude at roughly 7,000 feet, and it moved dead ahead to dead astern and out of sight in about 30 seconds. It was noiseless.

We were stunned by what we had seen. I thought it was probably a carrier craft of some kind, probably from six to eight times the size of a DC6 airliner. . . We were certain it was an out-of-this worlder when a B36 or similar heavy bomber lumbered over at a greater altitude and the beat of its engines was clearly audible. . .

After about an hour of driving down the road to Yucca Valley (which would have put them in the general area of George Van Tassel's Giant Rock airport and the Integratron) I thought I detected a change in the beat of the engine. A few minutes later I was sure of it as the car began to slow down and the throttle began to close under unseen control. I floored the gas pedal but the engine would not respond. . . a gentle force on my arms turned the car to the roadside. . . Jim spied a small road going off at a sharp angle from the main road. . . As late as two months ago we had a great deal of difficulty locating this road in broad daylight. That we should have come to a halt beside it at 1:30 a.m. in pitch darkness is certainly more than remarkable.

Under control again I backed up and launched the car on this bumpy side road for perhaps half a mile when we saw a wash with low hills around it, completely screened from the main road. A contact with Ashtar was next and his voice seemed tinged with amusement as he said: "It was with some trepidation that we discovered you at the appointed contact time at your home in Los Angeles and in pain from a burn on your face. An etheric force was utilized to withdraw pain from the burn and make it possible for you to come here." He went on to tell us that we should be watchful around the dawn hour and gave us the name of the Spaceman who would be controlling the craft. (To be continued)

But, for the rest of Constable's story, you will have to read the book itself, as Riley Crabb's tenure as editor ended with this issue, and the continuing excerpts were not continued.

They Live in the Sky

They Live in the Sky: Invisible Incredible UFO Around Us

by Trevor James

"Is there extraterrestrial life of any kind? Are there intelligent beings in outer space who can communicate with humans? Are flying saucers real? These questions, and many others of equally fascinating nature are approached, and answered affirmatively, from a completely new viewpoint in this book.

"The author describes his own telepathic contact with an invisible being, and how, at the suggestion of this invisible intelligence, he began experimenting with infrared film in conjunction with elementary principles of spiritual science. Mr. James makes no claims to having boarded or flown in flying saucers, but instead effectively advances the theory of invisible but real creatures and craft in our own atmosphere.

"The book is at once iconoclastic and intellectual — it shatters many dangerous myths and misapprehensions which have hitherto caused enlightened people to shun the UFO phenomenon, at least in public. In place of the popular dogma of 'saucery' it offers new methods of investigation based upon the twin premises that these UFO are predominantly invisible and that man is a spiritual organism."

They Live in the Sky (amazon.com)
Los Angeles: New Age Pub. Co. / Saucerian Press, 1958.


  1. James, Trevor. Spacemen: Friends and Foes. Los Angeles: New Age Pub. Co, 1957. Print. [Pt. 1 is available in digital format as part of Project ETHERIA: "Spacemen: Friends and Foes"]