The Many Worlds And Other Dimensions Of Oscar Magocsi, UFO Contactee Extraordinaire

Illustration of the so-called "etheric ship"

His is an old-fashioned UFO story in the same vein as George Adamski and Daniel Fry.

He was not abducted by grey aliens, but communicated face-to-face with blonde-haired, blue-eyed Nordic types.

Top photo: Illustration of the so-called “etheric ship”

It’s a pretty much “nuts-and-bolts” encounter with a couple of junkets to other planets and another dimension or two. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Ever heard the name Oscar Magocsi? No? Doesn’t ring a bell?

Well, enough with the “trick” comments and questions already. We would all have to agree that Oscar Magocsi is a little known and forgotten contactee whose experiences are recounted in Timothy Green Beckley’s “The Authentic Book of Ultra-Terrestrial Contacts.” Beckley heard Magocsi’s stories both by phone as well as later during an in-person meeting some years ago and considers it to be among the wilder encounter tales he has ever come across. But Beckley adds that Magocsi seemed sincere and did not strike him as the type of individual to be making all this up.

Magocsi told Beckley, “Before my encounter, I had never been a believer in UFOs whatsoever. And I believe now that my first encounter was more or less accidental, and from then on, I had become deeply interested in the UFO phenomenon.”

The first of Magocsi’s encounters took place in 1975 on vacation property he owned in Canada, north of Toronto and near a small town called Huntsville. It was nighttime, and Magocsi was sitting outside by his campfire. He was alone, and began to have the feeling that something was watching him.

“I looked up,” Magocsi said, “and about 400 yards away I saw this strange object hovering above the tree line. It was a UFO – a flying saucer. After hovering there for a while, it took off, making no sound at all. It was kind of disc-shaped; it was changing colors, from a yellow-green to orange, and then it started to fluctuate. As it was fluctuating, I felt as though someone or something was probing me, trying to read my thoughts. It was almost physical, the feeling. I knew somehow that it was probing into my brain.”

The experience left Magocsi more curious than frightened. During the next few days, he asked his neighbors, casually, if they had ever seen anything strange in the area. They all replied that they had not. He also made inquiries in the Toronto area and began to attend lectures about UFOs there, having developed an intense interest in the subject. After one particular UFO lecture, Magocsi was approached by a fellow who told him he knew that Magocsi had something to do with UFOs, that he could see an orange aura around Magocsi that was an unmistakable sign that he was linked or connected to the phenomenon.

“I just smiled,” Magocsi said, “because I wanted to hear about his experiences. He told me that something happened to him in the 1960s in California. There had been a major earthquake there, and he was driving to Los Angeles at the time and he saw a UFO in the sky.”

The stranger told Magocsi that as he looked up at the UFO, his car stalled just in front of a bridge spanning a valley. Within a few seconds of the car stalling, the bridge collapsed in the aftermath of the earthquake.

“He told me that the UFOnauts saved his life,” Magocsi said. “From that time on, he was deeply hooked. I didn’t really take him seriously. He talked of a blonde stranger, tall, somewhat unusual looking. He felt this individual was an alien. At the time, I didn’t have any comment to make.”

A few days later, Magocsi decided he wanted to see a movie. On the way to the theater, as he was proceeding down one of the main streets, he stopped to look at a poster on a wall advertising a psychic fair being held at the Sheraton Hotel. He considered the possibility of attending the psychic fair, but decided to stick to his plan for a trip to the movies.

“So I flagged down a cab,” he recalled, “and told the driver where I wanted to go. He didn’t take me to the movies. Instead, he took me down to the psychic fair, to the UFO section. I was surprised. I told him, ‘Didn’t I tell you I wanted to go to the movies?’ He turned around and grinned. I was suspicious of him. It was obvious to me that he was an ‘agent’ on a mission.”

Since he was already there, Magocsi decided to check out the psychic fair. A tall, blonde stranger seemed to pick him out of the crowd and approached Magocsi. They conversed about Magocsi’s sighting the previous summer and the UFO subject in general. Magocsi allowed as how he would like to have a more direct experience with the UFO occupants, something beyond just seeing one of their ships. The blonde stranger advised Magocsi to return to his vacation property the next summer when the time would be right for the kind of encounter Magocsi wanted.

“I didn’t take him seriously,” Magocsi said, “although I had positive feelings about him. He had lots of charisma. He was youngish, early 30s. He was a very good-looking fellow, like some kind of a super movie star, with a high forehead. I guess that’s how one would depict an intelligent alien. Good vibes, friendly, and he spoke good English.”


Whether he believed the stranger or not, Magocsi did return to his vacation property that next July. The first couple of nights, nothing happened, but on the third night, the UFO showed up, landing behind the nearby hill. Magocsi took his flashlight and took off on foot. He found the ship in a forest clearing, hovering about 60 feet off the ground. He stopped about 50 feet from the object, which then slowly came down and landed noiselessly. He approached the craft and saw three portholes with a yellow light emanating from them, but he couldn’t see inside because they were higher than his eye level.

“Then I heard a sound,” he said, “kind of like an air-braking sound like you hear on trucks or buses. This made me rush back into the trees. Then I saw a door opening slowly, like the iris of a camera. A ramp was lowered as I waited and watched. I figured aliens would be coming out, but nobody appeared. Finally I said to myself that since nobody was coming out, why don’t I go and take a look and see what’s going on? So I just walked in. I was scared, frightened, but I felt that if I walked away I’d never know, I’d never learn anything.”


UFO-conference, Germany 1997; together with Howard Menger and publisher Gottsleben

Curiosity overpowered Magocsi’s fear and he went inside. There was no one there, “no human being or any other kind of individual. I saw these benches, vertical, semicircular in shape. There was also this tubing or shaft that was flickering with lights. My impression was that it was some kind of super brain. It was biological. It wasn’t just a mass of jelly or flesh, yet it wasn’t electrical either. Perhaps it was something in-between; sometimes I thought it was a great eye. Or a great brain. It’s almost impossible to describe, but it was flickering with all kinds of light patterns. I figured it must be the center of intelligence as it was the only light in the craft.”

As detailed in Beckley’s book on Ultra-Terrestrials, the room Magocsi found himself in was circular, about 25 feet in diameter with a ten-foot-high ceiling, providing him just enough headroom. As he stood inside the craft, the door closed behind him and he feared he was trapped. The door had sealed itself seamlessly, and there was a vertical, pencil-thin shaft of light visible. He tried putting the flashlight he was carrying through the light and the door opened. He walked out and then walked back in again, repeating the maneuver several times to reassure himself that he could open the door and leave at will. The vertical light then started to “energize,” almost like streams of water, like a multicolored energy discharge. The light began to glow more intensely and to grow thicker. At that point, Magocis panicked and fled the ship. Afterwards, the ship “closed up and went away. That was that for the night.”



The ship returned a couple of nights later, but Magocsi stayed home, still fearful of the sudden burst of light he had experienced. But the next night, his courage returned, and he felt his earlier fright and flight had been stupid. He promised himself that the next time he was inside the craft, he would stay. When the ship landed that night, he went onboard again.

“I began to study everything in greater detail,” he said. “I was inside for about an hour. I said to myself, ‘This time, if it starts to energize, I won’t run away because I’d like to go for a ride.’”


His wish was soon granted. The ship began to ascend to an altitude of about 1,000 feet and he could see through the portholes that the whole landscape beneath him was almost fully lit in spite of the fact that it was pitch black nighttime. The ship first took him to Toronto, 120 miles away, in about two to three minutes. Ten minutes later they were flying over New York City. Magocsi felt a mental urge to see the pyramids next, though he cannot say whether the thought was his own or implanted by the aliens. He dozed off, and when he awakened the ship was directly over the great pyramids in Egypt. There was a perfect alignment at that moment with the sun and the apex of the Great Pyramid, and some form of energy from the pyramids seemed to be sucked up as though through a vacuum cleaner into the ship. Magocsi next journeyed to another Middle Eastern country which he thought might be Syria or somewhere like it.

After waiting there for a while, Magocsi stepped outside the ship and saw what he thought was an approaching dust storm.

“It turned out it wasn’t a dust storm,” he said, “but a column of tanks. As they got closer, they started to shoot real heavy artillery. The shells were exploding while I was away a little distant from the saucer, but we were in some kind of force field that kept the shells out.”

Seeking to escape the furnace-like heat of the desert, Magocsi went back inside the ship and the ship lifted itself up and out of the fray. When they had reached an altitude of about 10,000 feet, three jetfighters appeared that Magocis believes were Arabian, but he can’t be sure because they flew by too quickly for him to read their insignia. The lead plane fired two missiles at the ship, which the saucer dodged by lifting up so suddenly that Magocsi felt his stomach was still back there in the desert. The saucer fired something like a “laser cannon” at the missiles and they exploded harmlessly a half mile away.

“I felt somehow this was all done purposely,” Magocsi said, “the saucer wanting to show its defense capabilities.”

Whether or not that is the case, the desert incident does sound similar to other encounters between a UFO and an earthly military agency, whether Arab or Russian or American. The scrambling of jets and the useless attempts to fire on the unidentified craft are familiar from many previous accounts that have entered the lore of UFOlogy and never been completely disproved. Even if the aliens were in fact “showing off” for Magocsi, the typical military engagement scenario has definitely repeated itself here.

Photo description: Oscar with his girlfriend Barbara at the UFO landing spot near the Muskoka river at Huntsville (1974)

The ship flew Magocsi on to the Himalayas of Tibet, where they landed high in the mountains, near the peaks. He and the ship sat there in idleness for a long while. Then he saw a line of people approaching, carrying torches.

“They looked like monks,” Magocsi said, “who live in the mountains.”

One of the monks approached the saucer and opened the door, which he somehow knew how to do. He threw a pair of “funny boots” at Magocsi and motioned for him to put them on. The monk and his fellows then escorted Magocsi from the saucer into the mountains through underground caves and into an underground monastery. The faces of the monks were not only Asian; there were also white, black and red Indian faces, and it seemed like every race in the world was represented.

Part II continues March 18, 2013!



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