Hello and welcome to the program UFO Warning.
In this episode, we're talking about the spaceman of Ocean
Beach. That's correct, the spaceman of
Ocean Beach. Now, this article comes to us
from pointloma-obmonthly.com. You know, when you talk about
the world of UFOs and the UFO phenomena, there's lots of
interesting and eccentric characters.
And this week I just wanted to talk about this one right here.
If you go to the site and I'll have the links at the Kofi and
the Locals website, they've got a picture of this fellow.
I'm an older guy with a long Gray beard and and a suit, Jack
and all. It's a picture from Clair back
in 1992. It says did Clint really visit
the 5th dimensional world realist Spore?
Did he really seek colors? Not in our color spectrum.
Did he really channel a realist Sporian artist Judge for
yourself. And this is written by Eric
Dunville dated November 15th 2023.
One thing we learned in this space last month is that they
are most definitely out there. The UAP that is identified error
phenomena in the NHI, non human intelligence.
Nothing new of course Clint. Gary was saying the same thing
60 years ago. Repeatedly and frequently, Clint
had first hand information. He hadn't just seen a UFO.
He'd been to real estate sport twice in 1965.
Every kid on the beach in OB knew that Clint loved to tell
that story and many others. These weren't generic stories
about little green men, by the way.
No creepy Gray space aliens either.
Of course. This is in 1965, prior to the,
you know, the groovin 60s and 70s.
I suppose things were a little different back then.
The real Esporians were tall and beautiful.
They came in peace. There's was a message of love
and unity. Naturally they worried about the
foibles and follies of the people of Earth.
Obviously if you wanted to go with them when they came back,
you needed the space number. Everybody knew that too, and the
only guy giving out space numbers was Clint Carey.
Even if you didn't care about going to realist for and just
wanted to be cool, you still needed a space number.
As a 10 year old, I certainly wasn't trying to be cool, and I
don't know if I really believe the story about realist for I
guess I figured it could have happened.
But either way I would have been beyond stoked to have had a
space #1 summer. My buddy's cute teeny bopper's
sister did get a space number, and we were both tremendously
impressed. Lucky Duck, we said This might
have been simply the perception of 1/4 grader, but Spaceman, as
the kids called him, seemed to prefer older girls in bikinis to
sandy little boys. Go figure.
It was so unfair. You got to get a feeling for
this guy. Even back then, there seemed to
have been some real interesting people involved in the UFO
phenomena. I never did get a space number,
and I can't say I really knew Spaceman, but I remember him
vividly. San Diego union columnist Frank
Rhodes liked to fill a few inches with Spaceman storage
occasionally, and in August 1966, he reported an Ocean Beach
housewife telling him that Spaceman was like a Pied Piper.
The kids on the beach just adored him.
He told them stories about his years in outer space.
When I read that recently I thought to myself, aha, my
memory remains at least partially intact.
That is exactly how I remembered it.
The 1960s were a very different time.
This was in the pre hippie era, when there may have been a
greater tolerance of eccentric characters.
I never heard It suggested that Clint was a creep and occasional
if well meaning wino perhaps, and he could certainly create
trouble for himself. In a 1966 instance that Rhodes
described, Clint was spending a little downtime in the county
lock up on a burglary beef. Probably a misunderstanding, but
Clinton didn't have the grand to post bail.
Thousands of little children will suffer while I'm in here,
he reportedly told Judge Robert O'Connor.
Maybe dozens. Anyway.
You might not be surprised to learn that Spaceman was known to
embellish. I do not remember Spaceman when
I was a teenager. He was around but not on my
radar. I was out of College in 1977
when Bob Oaks turned up at our yard sale on Delmar Ave. one
Saturday. I never parted ways with any
records on purpose, particularly jazz records, so I don't know
how the topic came up, but Bob told me that if I dug the jazz,
I ought to show up at his place down by the pier on Sunday
evening. Bob was a well known local read
man and famously hosted a recurring Sunday jam session.
I did make it down to Bob's little cottage on the Cliff the
next day, and that's when I saw Spaceman again.
An old timer was playing Trombone and the guys were
calling him Spacey. I didn't put it together right
away. It had been quite a while.
I hadn't even known Clint was a musician.
Of course, when I was a kid. I didn't know he was a painter
either. Greg, long way knew that would
be Commander Greg to you. My friends all thought Clint was
just a weird old man, Craig told me.
But I always knew he was an artist.
They were friends for the next 26 years.
The rest of Clint's life. Craig refers to himself as
Spaceman agent, and occasionally as the son of Spaceman.
Clint conferred on Greg the title to Commander.
Impressive, no? You'd think a guy like that
would have a better than average space number, wouldn't you?
How's X IB/23 grab you? Trust me, That's a dandy.
Clint himself was XIB 2 XIB. One, of course, was reserved for
the creator. Craig collects Spaceman's
artwork and if you have a space, the original he'd love to chat
with you. Clint was born in Maine and grew
up in South Pasadena. He took the toady, the trombone
in high school and found he had a knack for it.
Following his graduation, Clint played with several traveling
dance bands, sometimes known as Chico Carey.
One morning in 1929 in his hotel room, Daybreak following and
after Hours, Jam station at a Mexico City chop sewage joint
plant had a life changing metaphysical event.
He recalled that all these beautiful, fantastic etheric
colors came into the room in every direction.
They came in through the keyhole, through the cracks in
the door and wall, through the pipes where the heat came in,
coming in the window, coming out the window and swirling around.
These were colors that were out of this world that I had never
seen before. Colors that were not in our
color spectrum. That wasn't all.
Clint had the overwhelming feeling that more than callers,
something or somebody, what he referred to as a profound
presence, had come to visit him in that hotel room.
The caller seemed to be talking to him, but not audibly.
Thought forms and ideas were being transmitted directly into
his head, and he was suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling of
falling in love. For the first time.
Clinton couldn't see or hear anybody, but he had been
engulfed by a euphoric spiritual high.
Now, this is something that we do hear sometimes from these
people have connections with these UFOs.
I'm not sure what that's all about, but you kind of get the
feel here. Clint Strauss is this kind of
eccentric, almost a little bit creepy guy sometimes passing out
space numbers to teenage girls. But then he tells you how it all
started many decades before when he had this otherworldly contact
in his opinion. It goes on and says, what do you
think, craziest thing you ever heard?
Just that tight then because it gets Wilder.
And no, I'm not making this stuff up.
This part of the story can be found and it's slender volume
titled Spaceman Volume One, The life story of one of the world's
great painters is told to Linda Wilson, 1988.
This is a short version. Clint was in the middle of what
might now be referred to as a Type 2 encounter.
The profound presence seem to be seem to coalesce into a group of
beings, at least that it was at least that was his impression
and their communication still via telepathic thoughts became
more specific, more like words he could understand.
Clint was informed that his visitors were from 1/5
dimensional world known as Realospore and they had some
plans for the young musician. They hadn't forced me to do
anything, he said, but they had caused things to happen that
made me come to Mexico City. It was a certain place he wanted
me to be at the time. They wanted me to be there, and
they had certain things they wanted me to do.
They wanted Clint to sell his trombone, take a train out to
the coastal town of Kalima near Manzanolia, and start painting.
Just a slight career course correction.
Clint was enjoying his fudging career as a professional museum
and was initially reluctant to consider selling his horn.
However, he recalled that he felt such an overwhelming love
for his new friends that his overriding attention became to
do as they wished. The real historians told Clint
that he wouldn't need his trombone anymore.
Anyway. We're going to make a great
painter out of you, he, he remembers being told.
You have a natural ability to become one.
You'll probably have to teach yourself how to paint, but
that's all right, because some of the greatest painters in the
world were self-taught. So now he's met these guys,
these aliens, as he perceives them.
They've told him that he's no longer going to be a musician,
but he's going to be a painter. All this happened in just a few
minutes. Clint did it as he had been
directed over the next 18 months, benefiting from the
patronage of the mysterious Senior Alvarez and Kalima,
possibly another contactee. Clint became a painter.
Here we will advance the narrative a cool quarter of a
century. Living in Hollywood in 1955,
Clint considered himself a primitive abstractionist.
His work was well regarded. His art was displayed in quite a
few galleries, and he had several exhibitions under his
belt. Had he been the 1st President of
the Hollywood Association of Artists?
Maybe. He made his living as a
restauranteur for a number of years, and he was known to paint
portraits on Commission. Do any of those portraits
remain? None as turned up?
Upon moving to a studio in South Pasadena in 1957, Clint began
picking up some good vibrations. He recalled having a series.
He recalled having a series of very strange experiences, mostly
in the form of vibrations that seemingly penetrated to the
depths of his body, and a strange awareness of some
intangible something that he couldn't quite put his fingers
on. Clint began to paint in a
completely different style. Through a phenomenon he later
termed meta telepathy. He seemed to be acting as a
physical conduit for someone else.
One evening, Clint hopped in his car with the notion of dropping
in on a friend who had a cabin in the desert outside Joshua
Tree. She wasn't home.
What transpired next was the first of Clint's physical
encounters with highly evolved representatives of the planet
Real Spore. A cup of coffee, a blinding
flash of light, and Clint found that he was not alone in the
desert. He was asked if he'd like to
take a ride, so he went. It was an enormous craft, a mile
long, 10 levels, and beautiful to behold.
Clint wasn't knocked out per SE, but his consciousness was
suspended while his metaphysical vibration was altered and he was
acclimated to the speedy Ripple Asperian mode of travel.
Well, that's wild. So he starts off here.
He has this almost like an epiphany, where he says he makes
these extra dimensional creatures some people might call
spiritual. He's been painting for a while,
and then years later he ends up on this spaceship with the same
people, the same entities, rather.
How quickly did they travel? Millions of miles per second?
His host treated Clint with love and kindness and communicated
with him telepathically. He brought up the speed of light
thing and was astounded to learn that the real esporeans, light
doesn't travel at all. It only seems to travel to those
of us stuck here in the third dimension.
To them, light is evolved by the principle of reflection and is a
symbol of understanding. So where is real sport you might
be wondering? Clint was told.
It is in the neighborhood of the Regal star system.
A four-star cluster that appears to us is a bright star in the
constellation of Orion. Regal is Orion's left foot or
left knee, depending on how you draw the Great hunter or giant,
as he's referred to in some cultures.
By our reckoning, Regal is some 860 light years from our sun,
and real Spore is right around there.
But in the 5th dimension, on the right of Real Spore, Clint found
out that his impromptu jaunt to Joshua Tree in the middle of the
night had been no mere whim. He also learned that his recent
unusual series of paintings had been the work of real sporting
artist Azora, for whom Clint had been a channel.
Well, I'd like to tell you that a few of what is known as the
Azora series have been preserved somewhere.
Such as. Sadly not the case.
Looks like this guy was into some really crazy abstract
psychedelic art. Typical stuff from the 70s
really. Clint claimed to have been on
real sport for maybe five days total over 2 visits.
It was a gigantic, fantastically beautiful world, many times
larger than our sun. The color spectrum there is
twice what we can perceive and already mentioned.
Everything is huge on realist war, massive plants and flowers,
gigantic and intelligent animals and birds, some of whom also
communicated with Clint telepathically.
He experienced no foul odors or harsh noises, no crime or
malfeasance, no strife, no government, no war, no dog poop
on the lawn. It was thoroughly lovely.
Clint's guide was a big guy, maybe 9 feet tall, known as
Baldosaur. The baldestor wasn't a strictly
a guy as we think of it, because real esporeans are a homogeneous
race into which male and female do not factor.
They were rather darkly complected with shimmering
silvery hair, but it was a fantastic array of colors that
really moved the needle for Clint.
Returning to earth, Clint began to paint what he had experienced
on real Espore. He tried to paint that which he
could not describe verbally. Many paintings I have executed
since my physical contacts were also done by caller telepathy,
Clint recounted. The instructions being
transmitted from real support enabled me to execute these
paintings almost automatically. Clint began to add fluorescent
paint to his detailed and beautiful fantasies.
The visual impact and depth that fluorescent colors add to an
image are really only visible and appreciated under black
light. Clint never painted using a
black light. Clint arrived on Ocean Beach in
1963. He was befriended by Bob Oaks
and continued to paint. He began telling people about
his experiences. He found a ready audience and
became a minor local celebrity. Clint appeared on the Bob Dylan
Reaches Philbin shows and was interviewed several times by
Larry Himmel. Clint's behavior became more
erratic as he grew older, and though he sustained long
productive periods of sobriety, the the bottle was not his
friend. He would wear out his welcome
and find himself on the street. If you saw what I saw on Real
Sport and then came back to this Dre world, you would take a
drink. Do, he said.
Blind. In his later years due to
misadventure, Clint passed away just 30 years ago in October
1993. He led quite a life.
An excellent selection of Clint's original artwork remains
on display in the black light lounge of the Kilowatt Tap Room
on Cable St. in Ocean Beach. It is a rotating exhibit on loan
from the collection of Greg Long Way.
If you drop in, be sure to pick up a pair of 3D shades from a
little basket there. Those corny shades add 6 to 12
inches in depth to some of those fantastic paintings.
I can't imagine Clint would have anticipated that.
Woody, if you have an original Clint Curry, you are encouraged
to contact Greg. Then it has his Gmail.
There definitely an interesting character.
A lot of these people, it seems like they come back with their
abduction stories are interesting characters.
Now a lot of these people that we hear about today, the
abduction stories they have are quite ominous.
They seem to undergo a lot of procedures and have things done
to them that aren't very nice. But Clint Carey on the other
hand claims that he had a wonderful time there in the in
the planet, real spare in the 5th dimension.
And he created this pictures to tell us about it.
And the strange thing about them is he's doing this stuff with
paints that show up in black light, but he's not painting
them in black light. And then like I say, you put the
3D glasses on and they look even different.
So he claimed that he was channeling these images through
an artist on another planet in another dimension.
And when you look at the pictures, you have to wonder how
he ever came up with some of the ideas that he came up with.
Until next time, this is UFO Warning.
Over and out.