'COSMIC TOP SECRET- The Unseen Agenda'
By Jon King, Editor of
UFO Reality (UK)
1998/1999.
New English Library
Hodder & Stoughton
ISBN 0 340 70822 0
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File 28: Appendix 01 Part 2
Case Profile: Cosmic Top-X32

'THE CIA AND THE CROP CIRCLES'

[JK = Jon King,       CA = Colin Andrews]

JK: So, Colin. Can you think of any other instances where
government agents have become involved in the crop circles
research programme?

CA: Yes, yes, I can. One instance in particular comes
to mind.
A man who announced himself as working for the CIA back
in, I think, June or July of 1989, approached me and said he
had been assigned to 'bring me into a plan', or more precisely,
'buy me into a plan'. He said this was the sole reason he'd
come to England - that his assignment was to implement
and execute this plan in which I was to be involved.

JK: And did he tell you what this plan was?

CA: He did, yes. He told me that certain individuals, all of
whom you know, Jon - Richard Andrews, Terence Meaden,
Pat Delgado, to name a few - he told me that the CIA were
about to promote each major researcher in turn and then
publicly debunk them. He said this was a ploy that was
frequently used. He said they would give them a stage,
encourage them to declare their hand and, one by one,
take them out. He said that I would then be left with a 'role'
that he later revealed to me.

JK: How did this man make his approach? How did he
contact you?

CA: Well, when he first arrived, Pat and I were asked to
go up to Pebble Mill television studios in Birmingham
to take part in a programme called Daytime Live. It was a
kind of live TV debate situation. They were going to air the
sequence that contained the mysterious sound detected in
a crop formation and recorded by the BBC - the sound that
destroyed a hundred thousand pounds' worth of TV camera
one sunny afternoon at a crop circle site in Wiltshire! As we
came on air, they were running this particular sequence.

Anyway, on the morning of the programme we were
in our hotel, and we received a phone call from David
Morgenstern of the BBC who said that they had received
some communication from a man who claimed he had actually
seen a crop circle being formed, and what questions should
they ask that would allow them to know if he was telling the
truth? So we gave them some questions that we thought
would be helpful. When we arrived at the studios we were
told that this man had been flown directly in to Birmingham
and that we would not be able to meet him because they
wanted it to be an absolutely first-time contact on air. As
we came on air they panned to the studio audience, and
this man described what he'd seen, live on TV.

JK: What exactly did he say?

CA: That he'd been out studying foxes in Scotland, and
that one of the foxes on this particular night had refused to
follow its regular path which, he explained, was not consistent
with the usual behaviour of foxes. I don't know if this is right or
not, but it sounded plausible. The fox apparently refused to
go any further and instead went back the way it had come.
The man then apparently heard some rustling, and then he
described the way this circle formed. What he was saying is
that the fox had presumably sensed something strange and
that after it had scampered off he witnessed the formation
of this circle. But the point is that his live TV appearance
seemed to legitimize him.

JK: You think this was his way of becoming accepted
on the crop circle scene?

CA: Right. From that moment on his being seen in the
presence of the crop circle researchers - myself and Pat
in particular - became acceptable. It was his 'way in', so
to speak.

JK: So what happened next?

CA: Well, some weeks later there was a rap on my door,
and when I answered it I immediately recognized the man
standing there. It was the 'fox-study' man. He said that he'd
come to tell me something ... he wanted me to get Pat
Delgado over to my place because he wanted to talk to
both of us.

Pat lived about seventeen miles away. It was late at night
but I phoned him and he agreed to come over. When he
arrived the man spent all evening into the early hours with
both of us, asking question after question. He appeared to be
comparing the answers I gave against those that Pat gave.
Well, perhaps not surprisingly, Pat eventually grew more
and more frustrated, and said to the man: 'Look, exactly
what have you come to tell us?' But the man just shook
his head, as if to say: 'I'm not ready to tell you yet.' So
Pat just stood up and said something like: 'Well, I've got
better things to do with my time,' and headed out the door
and went home. He was very angry.

The guy accompanied me to the door to see Pat out
(I didn't know whether he was going to leave as well - I was
rather hoping he would, because I was pretty bloody angry
about it, too) but as Pat left and I closed the door the man
just spun round on me and said: 'Get your jacket on. I want
to tell you something.'

So against my better judgement I went through into the front
room and told my wife I was popping out for a few minutes
(I wanted to tell her so she didn't become worried). We then
went out.

JK: Where did you go at that time of night?

CA: We wandered down towards Andover town centre,
then back up Salisbury Road, back and forth, back and
forth, questions and more questions, most of a fairly general
nature, but none of the questions were about me. Rather
they were to do with things like, you know: Where were the
circles? Who were we in touch with? What did we know,
particularly about the Russians? That kind of thing. He was
asking every question you could possibly think of that an
intelligence agent would probably ask. But the conversation
wasn't going anywhere at all. As for myself I was furious,
but I didn't quite have the courage to walk away.

JK: But presumably at some point he told you what it was
he'd come to tell you?

CA: Yes. When we eventually started to walk back towards
my home he stopped on the pavement and said: 'You are
now one of us.'
So I said: 'What do you mean by that?'
He said, simply: 'CIA.'
When I asked him for ID he just laughed and said: 'You
really think a CIA agent would carry identification?' And then
he laughed again.

He told me I would never see his boss, and that he never
saw his boss's boss. He said that was the way it worked.
He said that from here on in I was 'one of them'. He gave
me no say in the matter whatever. He never asked me if I
wanted to be associated with the CIA - he just told me that
from then on I was to consider myself one of them.

Following this he named a lot of people - most of whom
were my colleagues in crop circle research - who were to be
eliminated from the research programme (he did not mean
that they were to be killed or anything quite like that,
but they were nevertheless to be taken off the stage, so to
speak). And they have been. I have watched the process in
operation for some years now - a process he openly told me
about on that night. And every name he named that night
has since been 'got at', and everything that he said would
happen has happened.

JK: Could you give us an example?

CA: Well, for instance, the following year Terence Meaden
was never out of the newspapers. Nobody else could get a
look in. This is exactly what he told me would happen. But
where is Terence Meaden now? Who knows what Terence
Meaden's latest ideas are? Answer: no one. Because,
presumably, his stage has been taken from him - he's
been 'taken out'. Pat Delgado was next, and we all know
what happened to him.

[Author's note: sadly, Pat Delgado was so taken in by the
'Doug And Dave' episode, and so distraught because of it,
that he retired from crop circle research soon thereafter.]

JK: Do you think there was a reason why you weren't
'taken out', too? Did this man indicate why you should be
singled out from the rest?

CA: He did, yes. The CIA guy told me that, so far as they
were concerned, I seemed to have a particular affinity and
contact with the public. 'You have a way,' is what he said.
The public identify with you.'

JK: And at the time, of course, you were getting a lot of
media coverage.

CA: Yes, I was. There were really only two people in those
days, Pat and myself. We'd written a book and it had sold a
lot of copies. We were getting a lot of TV and radio coverage.
But a decision seemed to be made that night that I was the
one. I mean, if you look at it logically, it could have been
either one of us. So this man must have been in a position
to make a decision. He must have carried some authority
within his agency.

JK: Right.

CA: So he chose me to go with this 'role' ...

JK: And what was this 'role'?

CA: Once they had taken these other researchers out of the
frame, so to speak, they wanted me to do something for them.
He said I was to carry on being Colin Andrews, researching
the phenomenon, just doing my thing, and at some point in
the near future I would be asked to do one interview which
would enjoy maximum, saturated media coverage. During
the course of this interview I was to make one statement,
and one statement only.

They wanted me to state publicly that the crop circle
phenomenon was a hoax. When we got back to my home
he said that he would show me how to say it and what to say.
In return for this I was offered a bank account in Switzerland,
in which would be enough money that I would never need to
even think about money ever again. On top of this he said
that they were in possession of some kind of 'instrument'
which they would send to me within two weeks. He said that
this instrument would allow me to identify immediately a real
crop circle from a hoax - something that, presumably, could
measure some or other microwave residue, or some other
residual effect. He told me: 'You will then be in a privileged
position, and we will put you right out there as the number
one crop circle expert.' He then said that they would send
me to a certain college. . . (which I know to be a government
establishment, so my ears pricked up at this point). . . where
you will be familiarized with coding structures. I mean, this
is an absolute bloody horror story I'm hearing ... I mean,
I was . . . God, no one will ever know how I felt that night.
I was terrified. I even cried. I was completely and utterly
bloody freaked. I even saw my daughter the next day and
I broke down while I was talking to her, too. I said to her:
'Darling, I want you to forget everything I've ever told you
about crop circles. I think I'm in terrible trouble. You know,
I'm in bloody trouble.' Of course, she didn't know what
I was talking about but I just wanted my family out of it.
It took everything I knew to get over that ordeal and carry
on a relatively normal life . . .

(At this point Colin took a few moments to himself. It was
obvious that the ordeal had affected him very deeply - indeed,
that the memory was as painful as the ordeal itself. A short
while later we resumed.)

CA: ... So anyway ... I was told that there would be
another couple of contacts made and that these would be
'voice-only' contacts via the telephone. And sure enough
they phoned me, but by this time I'd had time to think about
the situation and I'd decided I was going to take his head
off, you know. There was no way I was going to give them
what they wanted.

JK: So what did you do?

CA: I was given a contact number at the Ministry of
Defence and I rang that number and told them that I'd had
this approach, but I was told they had no jurisdiction. Can
you believe that? A British subject was being harassed by a
member of US Intelligence and the MoD had no jurisdiction
to protect me! My God! I mean, it really made me ashamed
to be British. Anyway, they also told me that I was not to
be concerned, that I should simply refuse to cooperate with
them. They said that if I refused to go along with it there
should not be any danger to me. Hah! I thought: Thanks
for the invaluable assistance!'

JK: And is that what you did?

CA: In the event, yes. That's precisely what I did. I literally
ignored the phone calls. And I guess, in retrospect, it might
just have saved my life, the fact that I'd contacted the MoD.
Perhaps they have a little more jurisdiction than they admitted
to. Perhaps the fact that I contacted the MoD meant that the
CIA dared not harm me in any way.

JK: So how did you know which calls to ignore? How did
you know it was them?

CA: Oh, it was them, all right. The guy was on the answer
machine saying: 'Pick up the phone. Pick up the phone.'
But I didn't. I just let it go. Then the voice said: 'Ring me
back at this number.' And then they gave a number, but I
didn't ring back. A few days later they phoned again, and
this time what they said was vile, and frightening. But my
answer was: 'Sorry, I'm not playing.' And that was that so
far as I was concerned. Like I said, perhaps they knew I'd
contacted the MoD. Maybe, just maybe, this was enough
for them to leave me alone.

JK: Have you had similar approaches since you moved
to America?

CA: Well, nothing quite like that. But I have certainly been
approached, yes. A computer analyst at the Pentagon, for
example, approached me with a person called [name deleted]
Pretty soon this woman, [name deleted], sought [name
deleted] out and asked to see her in her office. Now this
meant that my new office - which I used to share with [name
deleted] - had already been infiltrated by people who we now
know for sure were CIA. I have since had several approaches
by both of these people.

JK: Sounds like someone was pretty desperate to gain
access to your database.

CA: Absolutely. That's the only possible answer. Well,
I know that's what it was all about. They told me so. For
instance, [name deleted], who is an author in the US, offered
that I should co-author a book with her and she went to every
extreme in order to get me to agree. She wanted to work with
me on the project in my office here in Connecticut, which
of course would have allowed her unlimited access to my
database. But again, I turned the offer down.

JK: Well, thank you for being so frank, Colin. I'm sure
you've opened a lot of people's minds about the ways in
which the world's intelligence agencies work and about just
how seriously they view the UFO and crop circle phenomena.
Thanks once again.

CA: My pleasure.