My Flight to Venus 1954 Addendum by Dana Howard (complete and unedited)

My Flight to Venus 1954 first edition book cover

Previous UFOlogy blog posts include data about documentation sources for several 1953/1954 'contactees' including "The Letters from Aboard a Flying Saucer" and a UFOlogy Cases Articles Links Index.  The realization that knowledgeable UFOlogy experts may have developed a perspective encompassing evidence and parallels between 'contactee' case chronologies selected for in-depth reporting at this blog and nonetheless haven't themselves shared this understanding as of yet has been and continues to be highly concerning to me.  Considering the entirety of data commented upon with articles such as "UFOS, Transcendental Communication and Expansion of Consciousness" that includes some data about Dana Howard, I've selected to present with this current post this author's five pages of Addendum commentary that concludes her first book My Flight to Venus (1954).  As previously mentioned in one of my journal blog posts, I've even been in touch with NASA staff via Email.  The subject heading for this Email was "Four Alternative UFO Report Titles and Links Are Provided - Now Available Online" with the message shown as follows.   

After reading numerous online news articles about UFOs/UAP, none that I've read seem to take into consideration the full gamut of UFOlogy 'evidence' readily available online.  Here are the report titles and links:

1. "UFOS, Transcendental Communication and Expansion of Consciousness"
https://www.metaphysicalarticles.org/2021/06/ufos-transcendental-communication-and.html

2. "Quoted Statements of Space People - Case Study Transcript Excerpts"
https://www.metaphysicalarticles.org/2021/07/quoted-statements-of-space-people-case.html

3. "Report By Frank Edwards about UFOs and Official Statements"
https://www.metaphysicalarticles.org/2021/07/report-by-frank-edwards-about-ufos-and.html

4."UFOlogy and Seance Phenomena Correlations - Testimonials Mentioning Blue Light or Blue"
https://www.metaphysicalarticles.org/2021/07/ufology-and-seance-phenomena.html

Yours truly,
Mark Russell Bell
Blogger at Metaphysical Articles: Interesting Articles, Links and Other Media

The first edition of My Flight to Venus has a 1954 copyright.  This U.S. publication was followed by a Regency Press edition (London & New York) that doesn't identify the year of copyright or include these commentary pages.  Regency Press also published Dana's follow-up book Diane — She Came from Venus.  The commentary is presented as may be read in the book yet with some typos having been corrected.

ADDENDUM

MY FLIGHT TO VENUS was written some fifteen years ago, long before the coming of magenta-lighted space ships and so-called "flying saucers."  It would today appear more in the nature of prophesy than coincidence that the soul-arousing stories coming from all parts of the world, and the writer's erstwhile experience, should be so significantly irrefutable.

Since we are not equipped with a proper transcendental vocabulary, it is difficult to translate into expression something the world has not grown up to.  It was for that reason the book was presented to publishers in the style of fiction, much of the virgin knowledge, and many esoteric distractions, omitted.  The purpose of this addendum is to pick up and include some of the important material.  But despite these deletions, the book was decried as "too fantastic" and so the manuscript was stored away to await a more propitious time.

In the past we have permitted our intellectual meanderings to obscure the intangibles and ignore the "unknown."  Consequently, as a necessary prelude to explaining any abstract phenomena the perceptions must first be trained to receive it.  It is hoped now that the world is truly seeking for some intelligent answer to the Saucerian mystery, this book will be found acceptable.

The writer makes no fantastic claims that her "flight to Venus" was made in her physical body.  Neither does she disclaim that possibility.  As a messenger of spirit, afloat in transcendental consciousness, it is virtually impossible to discern the physical from the superphysical; the so-called real from the genuinely real.  Furthermore, it is of little consequence whether the trip was made in the physical body, or the soul body.  While it is never easy to convince a doubting world that the human vehicle can be sensitized to the point of releasing the soul to travel in the higher ethers, such certifications appear all through recorded history.  The soul, freed of its ponderous body, can pierce dimension after dimension of etheric space.  The soul-traveller merely pioneers the way over all new and uncharted paths.  It is the function of the soul to go on ahead to blast the road for the world adventurer to follow. 

It is right here we might find one of the answers to our sky enigma.  In virtually all sightings, the flying objects have seemed to appear and disappear almost in a flash of time.  They are said to possess speed and maneuverability beyond the comprehension or knowledge of our best scientific minds.  These same canons of science deny emphatically the probability of interplanetary travel, now or in the future.  They insist such flight would be impossible; that it would take incalculable years to make the trip . . . a fuel supply too fantastic to imagine . . . and a mountain of food-stuff that would reach the stars.

This is all true enough measured with our limited yardstick.  But the writer discovered beyond all shadow of doubt there is something beyond space that is impossible to reckon in the light of today's understanding.  It was disclosed to her that the Venusians have mastered the art of transmutation.  They know how to mold and control the life plasms . . . the raw material out of which all things are made.  As I dig back into my memory, the Venusians had not yet mastered "direct creation," but they were certainly a millennia of years closer to it than we are.  We can only catch fleeting glimpses of this divine principle.  But, they do live above cause and effect.  They think only the kind of quality thoughts that produce right action.  Since they have the ability to transmute substance at will, this could readily account for some of the strange maneuvers accredited to flying saucers.

The question I am asked most frequently is: "What was it like, your trip to Venus?"

Again, it is difficult to put into words something the average mind has not been trained to accept.  The listener is wide-eyed with wonder, but often filled with misgivings as to the authenticity of such an adventure.

Let me put it this way: For a time we seemed to literally hurtle through a chimera of etherian skies, vibrating harmoniously with the constantly changing finer forces.  The scenery was entrancing . . . heavenly sky-scapes . . . mystic cities . . . blue, blue ethers.  Mirages perhaps, but real to me.

During flight we seemed to penetrate many dimensions of abstract space.  There was no static; no interference.  Then something happened.  It was like a gentle explosion of gorgeous colors, accompanied by an experience akin to an orgasm of spirit and matter.  There was no time after that.  No space in the usual connotation of space.  All was consciousness . . . absolute consciousness.

When consciousness is expanded dimensionally, one ephemeral moment of intensified awareness is comparable to weeks, months or even years, measured in the duration of time as we know it.  
 
In the interim between leaving the earth plane and arrival on Venus it was like starting at a point of concretion, penetrating domain after domain of abstract space, coming again to a concrete world at the journey's end.  In other words, going from concretion to concretion.  In the story I describe it as "descending" only because to us, anything that goes up, must come down.

I recall distinctly when I first put foot on Venus I was attired in the robes of earth, but it was all so different.  My whole being seemed to be made up of rarified essences.  My personal appearance had changed.  All physical defects had vanished.  With the heightened vibrations there was a radiance, an alphabet of quality I had never known on earth.  While I had never been considered beautiful here, I was beautiful on Venus.

This might also be a point in helping to solve the interplanetary riddle.  Since my vibrations were speeded up, it is possible when they come into our earth's orbit, theirs are slowed down.  Or perhaps I might say, "bogged down" with our smoggy inertia.  It is also possible they change their appearance to match our vibrations, just as I changed mine to match theirs.  With this in mind, it is possible for Venusians, or other planetary visitors to be here right in our very midst and we would not be aware of it.  They could park their saucers in our front yard and we would not see them.

 

This could also be the reason so few of them have been known to land on our earth plane; they have difficulty accommodating themselves to our vibrations.  It could be the reason too they are seldom seen over the cities, but select the cleanest areas possible—high places where the air is abundantly filled with rich chlorophyll—the sandy, sun-drenched deserts.

 

Getting back to earth, in mid-August of 1952, I had the experience of re-living my Venusian experience all over again.  While driving close to Cabot's Old Indian Pueblo, Desert Hot Springs, California, my attention was suddenly captured skyward.  Silhouetted against the red and gold of the fading sunset, I saw an exact replica of the luxury-ship that years before had rocketed me to Venus.  It was of leviathan size, and perfect in every detail.  A considerable distance above the "mother ship," and making a perfect square in the heavens, were four flying discs.  Out there over the broad desert, bathed in a phosphorescent glow, they resembled shiny moons.  From my vantage point I could clearly discern lines of radiation extending from the larger craft to the saucers.  It seemed quite apparent to me then, just as it had on Venus, that the tiny craft were being refueled by the means of the solar rays.

 

Like the traditional Paul Revere, I wanted to awaken the town to the presence of the "saucers" in the sky.  But in the interim of starting my car and driving a short quarter of a mile, the pageant was over.  I then began to doubt my senses, but the Los Angeles newspaper next morning headlined the story of saucers being seen over the desert skies.

 

Another question frequently asked: "Why were you chosen for this great adventure?"

In all humility I can only say: I do not know.  Perhaps because all of my life I have been fascinated by the so-called "unknown."  A sickly child, confined to my bed for long stretches at a time, I took my play in "soul-travel."  I learned then that functioning in a soul-body is no different than functioning in a physical vehicle, except in degree of intensity.  In soul travel the mind is perceptive and keen.  The intuitions are fired with spiritual dynamics.  The answers to anything can always be found in the archives of nature if we are willing to go in search of them.  But, almost without exception, human beings are afraid to venture beyond the realm of the "known."  In this I have always been fearless.

Again I am asked: "Can you go back and forth at will?"

The answer is, no.  There seems to be a time and a place for everything.  We can perform a certain miracle once, but rarely can we do it again in the same way.  My flight to Venus was prepared for me, by purification in living flame.  In recent weeks I have known fleeting moments of that same "strange feeling" and am hopeful that in the not-too-far-distant future I will make a new contact.

Another question: "How is it they can come to us, while we with all our great knowledge, have not yet found a means of going there?"

We function in a three-dimensional world, over-shadowed by a fourth dimension.  As I understand it, our "fourth-dimension" would be their "first dimension" . . . or grounding premise.  Our "fourth dimension" would be comparable to their "seventh."  It would no doubt require a complete education in cosmic mathematics to understand it properly, but it is from the seventh plane that we establish a central relationship with the cosmos itself.    The seventh plane is the core . . . the center. 

The Venusians are transcendentalists.  They live in a timeless, spaceless world of absolute relationships.  Having ingress and egress to all the planes in existence, the entire solar system is theirs to explore.

"How is it that they can speak our language?"

The Venusians speak a basic language . . . a language of the soul.  This is instantly translated into any tongue.

"What of their religion?"

The Venusians are Universalists.  They know no dogmas or creeds; no ists or isms.  Having developed their own personalities to a point of creativeness they need to Personal Savior . . . no Avatar.  Theirs might well be termed "a religion of LOVE."  To them love is not a mere sentiment, but a sovereign force, the sustaining element found in the heart of all things.  They make few errors for long ago they learned to transmute, through love, the seeds of error.  In short, the Venusians have captured the "heart-beat" of the Universe . . . that vibrant quality forever in harmony with the Eternal Plan.

"What have 'flying saucers' to do with our own destiny?"  Perhaps this is the most important question of them all.

We are living in destiny-altering days.  Our pattern has worn thin and we are desperately in need of a new one.  It seems, however, we must be tossed about with violence before we grow up to our responsibilities.

Since time immemorial we have been wading through minor cycles.  We have fought through the major cycles.  As far back as time records, we have been following the same identical pattern. Each groove has made a deeper etching on the same old record.

I sincerely believe the Venusians and other planetary beings are here to help us build new thought forms upon which to mold our future.

Perhaps beyond our range of vision there are literally thousands of these unseen mentors trying to immerse us in constructive thought vibrations.

Who can say but the coming of strange spacecraft is a necessary prelude to our own higher cosmology.  That they can and will help to uplift our social structure and lighten our travail?  Once we can embrace a higher concept (not some grandiose Utopia, but a practical, workable ideology), then we can plunge ahead with certainty.

It is the drama of human progress that great souls come to us at the turn of every new cycle.  Unless we invite them in . . . unless we help them to make contact in some intelligent way, as in times past, they will leave our plane of vibration perhaps not to return for many regrettable eons of time.

We have reached the age of adultship.  We have encompassed radio, television, the airplane, the atom bomb.  Eventually nationalism will give way to internationalism . . . internationalism to direct communication and travel to far and remote planets.  When this is brought about a universal brotherhood will be established, wars will end and we will have a new heaven on earth.

The Elysian fields are still far away but they have been sighted and we will eventually get there.  This is the New Revelation.

DANA HOWARD