Nigel Kerner (Official Website) - Reviews 'The Song of the Greys'

Reviews of 'The Song of the Greys'

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Reviewed by Nick Redfern
from The Redfern Files UFO Mystic. 17 Dec 2007.

This article, from yesterday’s issue of Britain’s Sunday Times newspaper, is quite timely. Its subject matter: the possibility that by searching for alien life we may actually cross paths with hostile ETs who may ultimately prove to be our downfall.

Coincidentally, I have, over the past few weeks, intended bringing to your attention a book titled 'The Song of the Greys', which was written back in 1997 by Nigel Kerner. A copy of the book was sent to me some time ago by Danielle Silverman, who worked on the project.

I say “coincidentally” because, as with the Sunday Times’ article, 'The Song of the Greys' offers a distinctly disturbing intent, and warning, behind the agenda of the ubiquitous Greys of UFO lore.

Indeed, this is not a book that will sit well with those who are of a mindset suggesting that those pesky little Grey chaps are here to help us, to save the rain-forests, to cure cancer and/or to invite us to join some everlasting Cosmic Brotherhood where all is eternally well and everyone is blissfully happy. Nope, not at all.

Rather, 'The Song of the Greys' is the stuff of nightmares.

I will not give away the whole story for those that haven’t read the book and who, after reading this post, may want to. But I will say this:

The reader will find certain things within the pages of 'The Song of the Greys' that echo the words of Whitley Strieber in his abduction-related books: such as the claims that the Greys appear to have some understanding (and a deep one, too) of the afterlife, they seem to be very interested in the nature of the human soul, they have been with us for a very long time, they have possibly manipulated our affairs and development for countless centuries, and the image of them simply being alien scientists on a scouting mission from some far off world is completely and utterly wrong.....................

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Reviewed by Andy Lloyd
from www.ufos-aliens.co.uk. 31st October 2005.

"This book is so heavy that I'm sure it poses a substantial risk to my bookshelves! Picking it up can give you the same sinking feeling you got at college when you took the Advanced Statistics course. You know that you're going to learn something of value, but it's not going to be an easy ride."
"a mind-boggling piece of alternative literature. I use the word 'literature' because of the quality of Nigel Kerner's writing. His prose is excellent, and his command of English impressive. Such attributes can be rare in the populist field of Ufology, and are commendable"

"'The Song of the Greys' presents a complex vision. It delves deeply into the philosophical side of alien visitation...... The book is less about Ufology and more about the modernist reflection into various religious and spiritual systems of belief. It would appeal to the intellectuals who are convinced and troubled by alien abduction reports. Despite the difficulty this work presented in terms of its complexity, length and depth, it was thought-provoking and challenging. "

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Reviewed by Clay Godden and Malcolm Robinson
from research group Strange Phenomena Investigations. May 2005.

'The main concept and arguments that Kerner puts over in this book is more than this little review can cover. At times this can be a heavy read but if one sticks with it one can clearly see the concept and argument that Kerner puts over evolve. Of course Kerner's concepts have been said before, but I would state here that it's Kerner's ability to weave historical and recent incidents together along with some surprising revelations of his own, that makes this book a worthy collector's piece which will sit easily on the book case of any UFOlogist.

This is a well written, informative but hard read, not recommended for the reader with only a casual interest in the subject. If you stay the course with this book through all the chapters that weave Nigel's theories together, then come the end it all ties up and makes sense.

A thought provoking book different from all the rest which deserves a wider audience than sadly the target audience that it may fall to.'

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Reviewed by Robbie Jameson
from UFO Review Issue 8 February 2005.

I first read ‘The Song of the Greys’ some time ago. Since then I have re-read it five times. Kerner’s insights have a bewildering logic. In fact, it presents the most logical theory of alien abduction I’ve read so far (and I’ve read most of them).This book is a stunning piece of research and its conclusions are so disturbing that history as we know it will have to be rewritten if they are true. I was so fascinated by this book that I contacted the author to find out if there will be a sequel. His secretary told me that the book is actually part of a trilogy discussing the big issues in science today as they relate to religion and politics and what might lie beyond the realms of the purely physical.

It seems that owing to popular demand following an interview given by the author Nigel Kerner to Belgian journalist Alain Gossens on the website www.karmapolis.be the book has been reprinted by Hodder & Stoughton (December 2004).

The book offers startling insights into the frightening phenomenon of alien abduction in which abductees report the removal of sperm and ova and the making of hybrid babies. Are we a farmed species, part of an experiment conducted by the Grey alien creatures reportedly seen by so many reliable witnesses (– among them doctors, teachers, policemen, pilots)? The abduction phenomenon cannot, it seems, be explained away as the aberration of an unbalanced mind or the result of a state of ‘sleep paralysis’. Over a million people in the United States alone report the same experiences with the same key factors present. The book takes a serious look at the situation in terms of the sociological consequences of this profound threat to our humanity with strict recourse to purely scientific rather than mystical paradigms. The position is taken that this is a purely physical phenomenon, the Grey aliens are similar to the probes we send to hostile planets like Mars. They were sent out by civilisations in the ancient past, civilisations that came perhaps from other planets, to explore a hostile universe. Hitler reportedly saw these beings who then showed him their ideal future man – blonde and blue-eyed, the Aryan ideal. The book proposes that racism, and other forms of discrimination, might well have their origins in the programming of humanity by an alien species trying to protect the experimental integrity of specific isolated groups of humanity by preventing interbreeding. The properties of the skin pigment melanin in surrounding the cell nucleus and thus protecting the DNA of those who have darker skins against alien interference, is discussed as a plausible theory. This would explain why Alien abduction is far more prevalent in the Northern Hemisphere than anywhere else on the planet.

The book suggests an explanation for the origins of intelligent life that lends the lie both to Creationism and classical evolutionary theory. This includes a documentation of the involvement of Grey four fingered hands in genetically engineering and modifying our species for their own purposes throughout our ‘evolutionary’ history.

In order to understand the origins of the Greys in the first place and indeed our own origins in the physical universe Nigel Kerner presents a logical justification for the supremacy of free will as the decider of our individual destinies in which God is defined as the implicate centre of all existence rather than the puppet master that he is so often taken to be. Godhead is understood as an intimately personal expression for all of us, with an implicate, non -intrusive, yet absolutely and implicitly devoted reach into each of our lives. Our emergence is described from the timeless, infinite, limitless extent of Godhead into the limits of a finite physical universe through the stages from zero-dimensionality (Godhead) to the third/fourth dimension we now inhabit.

The author suggests that just as scientists chase knowledge in the blinkered tunnel vision of their specific disciplines with little or no insight and sanction into the internecine consequences of their efforts on the general welfare of Man. (The atom bomb was just one deadly legacy we have been left with as a result of such lethal narrow vision). We as a species have been blundering around dispossessed of a sense of our origins and nature and haven’t been able to see the wood for the trees. Blinkers forbid the crucial overall view that provides holistic contexts that might warn of grand scale detriment to the welfare of us all as a species. It is an awesome warning that Man has never heeded despite the glorious wisdom given to us by our ‘redeemers’ be they Hindu, Buddhist, Judaic, Jain, Christian or Islamic. Could it be that we might have been prevented from listening to and carrying out the behests of wisdom because we have had something implanted in the common psyche of Man through perhaps genetic interception, thousands of years ago that forbids us from listening enough to a part of us that came from outside the atom and the Universe of enforced parts. A part we might, for want of a better word, call GODHEAD.

The book introduces the revolutionary idea that “devolution” rather than “evolution” is the governing principle of existence in the physical universe. Devolution into lesser and lesser states of expression caused by the entropic drift (defined by the Second law of Thermodynamics) into greater and greater states of chaotic dismemberment. We as homo sapiens sapiens are the ends of the descendant lines of a prior type of being far superior to us in knowledge and scope. Those prior beings were less physical, less substantial, than us and thus left no fossil record.

Here’s an extract from the preface to give you some idea:

It seems they are everywhere in the Occidental world calling the children of Cain to the behest of what might well be a Trojan Horse that will claim all humanity. They are the most dangerous phenomena this world has ever known. So dangerous that it might just be that THEY are the reason that the great ‘redeemers’ that have come upon humanity came claiming to ‘save’ MAN. So who and what are THEY?

They are grey in colour. Their skin is sallow and smooth and formed in scaly patterns. Their eyes are huge almonds that wrap around their faces. Their bodies are small in stature, spindly and thin. Their heads are very large in proportion to their bodies, their chins narrow and pointed with tiny mouths and nostrils that merge into their faces. They are the ‘GREYS’, and their hands reach out urgently to seek their purposes in and within the bodies and body of all Humanity.

They are more. Much more. They are the tentacles of doom. They are the arms of Satan; for so long the talisman of all wrongs, of all evil all sin, in the history of Men. They creep wilfully, inexorably into the parlours of the damned and the innocent alike with a technology undreamed of on this Earth. They are GODHEAD to some among Man. They play with an unsuspecting world with castings of sugared contrivance, of coated reassuring sweetness. They form their armies, their spokesmen out of the body of our very humanity and they are placing their spawn among the disbelieving legions of our world unsuspected.

Flashes of rounded symmetry dance in a clear blue sky, announcing the demon’s forms in the geomancy of doom. Our doom. The doom of the human family. Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Hungry relentless shadows of grey, running in lighted discs, poised ready to feed on the souls of Mankind. Hidden routes, written in a wheat field, a corn field here and there, boiling the collective mind of Mankind, silently fixing the places of God’s most salient touch - the wombs of womankind. Here they dally, womb upon womb, rifling the most precious locations in all the Universe with their dead spawn. Here they lie within the ignorance of an entire species, to write with their portions the schemes of an alien design that it might live again renewed. Within their singular centred curiosity they scale and scan the margins of Man with the measures of Seccubi and Incubi - to transpose their fever in alien ways, and survive upon the blood of innocent human children born, and yet to be born.

‘There is something out there’ they exclaim. These agents that speak for them among Man. Inviting our disbelief. Yet not quite wanting to believe it themselves. Something inside them whispering that they dare not believe lest they see the horror of their predicament. ‘We don’t know what, or who they are’ they say. They stand as blind guides that stare at a disc and swallow our humanity. It is all a salutation for fools. And so as fools, they stand their New Age resolves in the make-believe buffoonery of empty minds. They draw the blinds over our collective eyes and we all see darkly through the fog of their ignorance, and worst of all, their pretence and their subterfuge.

They have been with us from the beginning. These creatures of the dead Universe. Their bedding places were once upon a time the Learning Cradles of all our yesterdays - long before the present histories of Humankind. They have slept in these cradles - in our centres of civilisation, uninvited parasites festering upon our flesh for their place in an eternity beyond the atom. A place now long lost, their quest for a soul gone with the last of their once biologically living species. They now linger in a kind of permanence as machines, yearning to sleep in the eternity beyond the atom they can only remember through the points that drive their memory store. Bioids, Roboids, Androids, call them what you will, they seek their yesterdays too, somehow, somewhere, not quite knowing its true meaning, because their creators could never write a program for the meaning of a soul. The meaning of that awesome, vital line that joins spirit borne Being to the centre of all absolutes.

They can wait. They have the urgency of Clones. It is their only heritage. A thousand of our years, ten thousand, a hundred thousand. Theirs is not the urgency of the grave. Their time for lasting is measured in the width of the physical. The reins of atoms. Their returns are gauged and mortgaged in the sponge of mercury and silicon, not blood and bone. Their renewals within no tomb. ‘Bioblasts’ of ‘living’ plastic written in the legacy of the former of their kind that once could live in the halos beyond force, within conscience and thus love. They are the final reductions of such as this, left-overs lost and doomed to wander the skirts of others’ dreams. Indeed, those who may dream at all.