AudioBlog: Faeries From a UFO

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They keep telling you that the Jeffrey Epstein story is finished, that it was investigated,

that it was handled.

But here's the part that they never explained.

Why the charges were so narrow when the conduct was so broad?

What is a man with multiple properties, private aircraft, international travel, and a documented

pipeline of victims get treated like a lone offender?

Why were logistics treated as background noise instead of evidence?

Why were facilitators reduced to footnotes instead of defendants?

Well, that's where we come in.

The Epstein Chronicles exists because those questions were never answered.

This podcast breaks down what the public record actually shows, the deals that capped exposure,

the decisions that limited scope and the moments where prosecutors chose restraint, overreach.

If you ever wondered why this case feels unfinished, why accountability stopped at the perimeter,

or why so many names remain officially invisible, you've come to the right place.

Welcome to the Epstein Chronicles.

By UFO history buff and author Charles Lear.

In 1969, Passport to Magonia by Jacques Vallet was published.

Its central thesis is that there may be a link between folklore, particularly stories of the

faith folk and UFO lore.

In the volume 25, number six issue, page 25 of the PDF of Flying Saucer Review,

there is an article by Eileen Morris headlined The Winged Beings of Bluestone Walk, covering

a case that certainly seems to support Vallet's ideas.

According to Morris, a necessarily brief version of the story told by Jean Hingley first

appeared in the January 12, 1979 edition of the Dudley Herald.

She says she met Hingley and her husband a number of times, both at their residence

and at her own, and describes them as honest, hardworking people.

She took notes and used them to type up Hingley's version of events and then had Hingley read

it.

Hingley was satisfied that it is accurate.

According to the account written as if Hingley was telling it in the first person, she

lived in a small council house in Bluestone Walk, Rollie Regis near Birmingham with her

husband Cyril and their Alsacean Hobo.

On January 4, 1979, it was a cold, dark morning and there was snow on the ground as she saw

her husband off to his job at a cement works.

She worked at a company that made soundproofing for cars.

She was at the back door of the house that opened out to the road and as her husband drove

off, she noticed a light from the area of the garden.

Thinking her husband had left the light on in the car port on the other side of the garden,

she walked over to it with the dog to check and saw that the light was off.

She turned to go back to the house and saw an orange light over the garden that turned

white and lit up the whole area.

She went into the house through the back door and there was a sound like Z, Z, Z as three

beings floated through the door and went past her.

The creatures were between three and four feet tall, glowed brilliantly, had wonderful

wings and were about a foot above the floor.

Hingley was terrified and grabbed onto the steel sink in the kitchen.

She was frozen with her mouth wide open and unable to speak.

The dog went over to his water bowl, swaying from side to side.

His hair was sticking out like a hedgehogs and he seemed as if he was drugged.

He then lay down on the floor, stiff with his eyes open.

After a while, the fear seemed to go away and Hingley felt as if she was lifted up.

She felt like a different person as if she was in heaven and seemed to float into the

lounge.

She was warm even though the doors were wide open.

She was blinded by a bright light and covered her eyes.

It seemed to her that the creatures were reading her mind.

It was like a light or an x-ray penetrating my mind.

She could hear their artificial Christmas tree shaking.

She took her hand from her eyes and could see the creatures shaking the tree.

The light surrounding them was dimmer as if they had turned it down.

They were slim men and were wearing silvery green tunics and silver waste coats with silver

buttons or press studs.

They had pointed hands and feet covered with the same silvery green and wore pointed

caps also of that color with something like a lamp on top.

Holding their heads were transparent helmets.

Their faces were waxy white and corpse-like and they had black diamond eyes and thin

mouths.

Their wings were large and oval-shaped, glowed with rainbow colors and were covered with

dots Hingley describes as being like braille dots.

The creatures floated around and touched everything in the lounge.

Hingley was finally able to speak and said, three of you and one of me, what are you going

to do?

What do you want with me?

The creatures all touched the buttons on their chest and their voices then seemed to

come from there.

They all spoke together and said, we shall not harm you and when Hingley asked where they

came from, they said, we come from the sky.

The creatures shook the tree again and the little fairy fell from the top.

Hingley wanted to pick it up but wasn't able to move.

She explained about the tree, Christmas and Jesus and the creatures said they knew who

Jesus was.

Hingley saw the creatures looking at the honor list and the Sunday paper on the table.

She explained that the people listed had been made lords and the creatures replied, there

is only one Lord.

Hingley then told them she was just a working woman and suggested that they should go see

the queen or a real lady.

They said, you are a lady.

The creatures then sat on the couch and bounced like children, causing Hingley to say in a

sharp tone, be careful of the furniture.

They put the light up and she became concerned that they had the power to hurt her and she

felt she should be friendly.

She said, I can't call you creature so I shall call you gentlemen.

She started to say, nice to see you, nice.

They replied saying, nice.

The creatures floated around the room with their wings fluttering gently and made no sound.

They went through a door and folded their wings behind their backs like pleaded fans,

turned upstairs and then came back.

They picked up some tapes, looked at cigarette packs, whiskey and sherry on the sideboard

and Hingley asked, do you want a drink?

They replied saying, water three times.

Hingley went and filled four glasses so she could drink with them and show that the water

wasn't poison.

When she brought the glasses in on a tray, it felt as though the tray was magnetized towards

them.

They took the glasses, seemed about to lift their helmets and then put the power light

on so she wasn't able to see them drink.

When they put the glasses back, they were empty.

A long discussion then followed in which the creatures told Hingley they had been to

Australia and New Zealand to talk to people there and no one seemed to be interested.

Hingley asked if she should tell people on earth about it and they said yes.

They told Hingley that everyone goes to heaven and it's a man's world and Hingley said

she hadn't been to chapel for a year or two.

They said there was no need to worship in synagogues and Hingley tells the reader that she

didn't know the word for the Jewish place of worship until her husband told her.

Hingley then offered the creatures some mince pies and they each lifted a mince pie from

the plate as though their hands were magnetic.

Hingley saw they were looking at the cigarettes again and she decided to demonstrate how people

smoke them.

When she lit one with a match, the creatures leapt back as if they were scared and then

floated out the door.

Hingley put out the cigarette and ran after them asking them to come back.

Outside she saw them still holding the mince pies, get into an orange cigar-shaped craft

that was 8 to 10 feet long and about 4 feet high.

It seemed to be covered with shiny plastic, had portholes, a scorpion tail on the back and

a kind of wheel on top.

Once inside the ship, they flashed the lights twice and took off heading towards Old

Burry.

In the aftermath, Hingley found that the tapes the creatures had touched were ruined

by distortion.

She was left with sore eyes for a week and had to wear dark glasses.

She felt ill and had to take a leave from work.

As strange as the story is, Morris assures the reader that Hingley told it to people

from the following organizations who went to her house.

The Old Burry Police, the West Bromwich Police, and the UFO Studies Investigation Services.

The case is mentioned in Northern UFO News number 57, page 4 of the PDF, and the reader

is told that the case is being investigated by UFO SIS and UFORA under the supervision

of Mark Pritchard and Martin Keatman and that landing marks in the snow were seen and

photographed.

Charles Lear is the author of The Flying Saucer Investigators on Amazon.com.