Levitation at Chanctonbury Ring

Chanctonbury Ring, an ancient earthwork circle crowned by a ring of beech trees, stands on a hilltop on the south coast of England. Ones it was an Anglo-Saxon fort, thus, presumably, the sense of fierce battles. It stands at a nodal intersection of five leys, one going west past several tumuli to earthworks at Rackham Banks, another going north to Nun’s Well, and three east to Poynings Church, Devil’s Dyke, and Kingston Church. On the night of August 25, 1974, a man named William Lincoln went to the site with three friends, all of them drawn by tales of any number of eerie occurrences there. At about 11 p.m., as they entered the shadow of the ring of trees, Lincoln got more than he bargained for. Without warning, his companions later reported, he was snatched by an unseen force and lifted five feet into the air; he was suspended horizontally for thirty seconds or more before dropping back to the ground. Neither he nor his friends so anything that could account for his levitation, but they got a memento of the occasion. One of Lincoln’s companions, who had the presence of mind to take a tape-recorder with him, came away with a tape on which Lincoln can be heard to shriek: “No more! No more!” in a plea to let him go.

An Encounter on the Road to Chilcomb

Joyce Bowles, an employee of the Winchester Railway Station, was driving with her neighbour Ted Pratt to the nearby village of Chilcomb on a Sunday night in November 1976 to fetch her son Stephen. Suddenly, her car shook violently and careened onto the grass by the roadside. The headlights went out and the engine stopped. She and her passenger looked out window, and both so a cigar-shaped craft of glowing orange hovering above the road. Through its windows, they could see three heads lined up like passengers in a bus. Presently, one of the figures emerged from the craft and approached the car.He had piercing pink eyes without pupils or irises and was dressed in silver jumpsuit. “He peered through the window at the dashboard controls,” Joyce Bowles recalled. At that, the engine flared into life and the headlights went back on. “Then he and the cigar simply vanished,” she said. Some ley fanciers maintain that the line hum with special terrestrial energies that attract unidentified aliens from space. Whatever the case to alignments of ancient burial mounds that begin at old Winchester Hill do indeed converge on Chilcomb Road, near the spot where Joyce Bowles and Ted Pratt said they experienced their peculiar encounter.