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The Universe People are a Czech Republic based UFO religion formed in the 1990s led by the not particularly charismatic Ivo A. Benda. 

They are apparently in close contact both physically and telepathically with a variety of benign extraterrestrial civilisations, and are awaiting evacuation in the event of an apparently imminent global catastrophe. They fear evil lizard aliens, vaccination, satellites, money and identity chips. They don't like copyright, either, so are in always in legal trouble for appropriating other people's stuff.

The group, who are also known as Cosmic People of the Forces of Light, aren't terribly well-organised and they lack a coherent message. Benda occasionally gives rambling lectures that further muddy the waters.

Their promotional material - which everyone is free to share - is very Word Art 2002 and extremely repetitive. The images above are taken from a short 'meditation' film, which is far too busy and confusing to give the viewer anything other than mounting anxiety, the total opposite of relaxation.

The good news is that they aren't apparently hurting anyone, even themselves, so their amateurish attempts at challenging the world order are unlikely to end in either societal upheaval or a Heavens Gate-style mass suicide.

If you want to know more, I guarantee their website will be of virtually no use whatsoever

FSR

A very brief sojourn into the wild world of Flying Saucer Review, first published in 1955, and apparently going strong. The truth is still out there, just not in W.H Smith.

DEATH FROM ABOVE

From The Craven Sluck, d. Mike Kuchar (1967)

LUMINOUS BUTTONS

NATAL, 1972

It was the sight of the creature's head that most disturbed Mrs. Hansen: 'There was fire coming out of its eyes, and the head was square like a machine'

THREE ENTITIES

ON A HEAD TRIP













The Suns Of Easter Island, d. Pierre Kast (1974)

One by one, six people across the globe experience hallucinations of social unrest and glimpses of ancient stone heads, before waking up to realise that they now have a small disc permanently grafted to the palm of their right hand.

Driven my forces they don’t really understand, the six people (and a spare boyfriend) all make their way their way to Santiago (it means ‘whales vagina’ in Spanish) in Chile, the embarkation point for Easter Island, their ultimate destination.

Easter Island is probably the most amazing film location on Earth: small (62 square miles) remote (2,000 miles from the next inhabited land mass), with three volcanoes (inactive), hundreds of caves, thousands of petroglyphs, very few buildings, hardly any trees and, of course, 887 moai, ornamental statuary between 900 and 300 years old.

When they arrive, now firmly and rather smugly established as a group, they wander around taking in the scenery, before convening in a cave where an ancient, almost unseen presence tells them their mission: every five hundred years, aliens come to Easter Island to commune with the chosen with a view to setting up a permanent bridge between themselves and humanity. The travellers make their way out and align themselves with a row of moai. The aliens arrive as dazzling balls of light and make contact, searching the human’s minds for a picture of life on Earth.

Sadly, the alien visitors are not impressed by the long stream of images of death, destruction and horror, and promptly go back home. They will return in another half millennia and, maybe next time, we might pass the test.

DEATH FROM ABOVE