We’ve had two regressions, three nights of watching the sky, and innumerable
phone conversations. We began with his telling me about his aunt’s encounter in
her garage with a red-eyed creature which told her he was hiding because his
ship had crashed. His Grandmother had also had encounters with spirits.
The last I heard of S the police had taken him to jail, finally, for speeding
to get away from a UFO. Remarkably, he’d been stopped before and let go by the
police for the very same thing leading S to believe that the police believe
him. Perhaps they have gotten him to a psychiatrist by now, but knowing S, I’m
sure he’s persuaded the doctor to look at the sky and I can’t wait to find out
if the doc is able to see. If not, perhaps S is now chemically sedated and
beginning to live a cloistered life in an institution.
S is a simple man with deep religious convictions. He doesn’t have the
intellectual ability for subterfuge. He is so honest that his father wishes him
to just shut up about his experiences and beliefs. I am not happy with what S
has unearthed in his memory bank for it frightens me, too. I would rather
ignore his warnings as those of a madman. But I have seen lights doing
choreographed aerobatics over his aunt’s home and a huge light rising and
falling in her back field. I’ve seen an unusual yellow light circling my home
when he visits me. He has taken what I believe is the first photograph of a
Pug-nosed being. And I have watched him express great emotion under hypnosis
during his remembered encounters. I cannot dismiss S while I have any
credibility myself.
He began his first regression as I had begun mine, surrounded by a beautiful
light. It was a light ray, "like the sun through the clouds", which
touched and surrounded him, making him feel its warmth. Remembering the warmth
of the light deepens his trance.
When S was five he was taken hunting by his Dad and his Grandfather; he
remembers standing alone in the tall weeds, screaming and crying, because the
men have left him to follow their dog. The dog returns, licks his lace, knocks
him down, and stays with him. "I know if hold the dog I won’t be by myself
anymore... I feel better." Dad and Grandpa finally come and find them. Dad
picks him up and he’s not scared anymore now that he’s out of the tall weeds.
Yet, in a short while, they leave S alone again. But this time there’s
something in the weeds with him.
"I should he afraid but I’m not. It’s too fast to be seen by anybody but
it has stopped by me. I’m not afraid but it stays within ten feet of me,
circling slowly to get my attention. It’s round; it looks like a ball with a
circle around it. It’s the size of a dog. It’s playing with me. It makes me
laugh and I stop screaming. It spends about half the day with me. It’s my
friend. It’s alive. It’s some kind of … something, it feels what I’m
feeling."
From now on S will he able to feel when his Friend is near him. On at least two
occasions it saves him from hurting himself. S remembered that when he was
seven he chased a mouse in the house with his older brother. As they ran by a
clothesline a clothes hanger fell. It should have penetrated his eye but it was
grabbed by the Friend. His brother was "freaked out" when incredibly,
the hanger rested, safely, on S’s bottom eye lid, just hanging there. Another
time S climbed a tree, showing off for some girls. He jumped to a branch, it
broke, and he and the branch both fell to the middle of the tree. S stopped one
foot from a "spike", a dead branch sticking upwards, and miraculously
he did not get hurt. He didn’t see his Friend, although S said, "I felt it
there. It’s been with me most of my life."
For many years S’s family has camped and gone hunting at Taylor’s Beach on
Cook’s Lake, in Michigan. In regression he remembered a number of specific
events, beginning around the age of fourteen, having to do with the lake. First
he remembered seeing a big "V" of light in the sky as it starts to
get dark. It has a round circle of light inside it. It’s very faint and perhaps
3 feet long. At times it hides in the trees; it follows him. S hears a noise in
the trees and he goes to look for the interesting animal he assumes must he
there. When he gets to the trees and looks he thinks, "Don’t worry about
it". He then goes to the boat. where he sees something glimmering in the
weeds. Now he feels and hears in his head, "No big deal". He sees a
star move back and forth in the sky and he knows he’s seen it before. Later,
while turtle hunting on the lake where he has caught and released at least
twenty different turtles that day, he’s very aware that the "V" is in
the water. He can’t see it, but he can feel its presence. It feels familiar. Whenever
he rows towards it he finds more turtles.
Next year there’s a strange animal in the water. S finds it all along the edge
of the lake. At first he excitedly thinks it’s a small alligator although none
exist in the wild in Michigan. It has a four inch long grey head, with grey
eyes. When it pokes its head out of the water and looks at him it looks like a
snake or a turtle. S can see ripples of skin over skin, in little rows, with
little points like a lizard on it. When he throws stones at it, it pops back up
again when all other animals would just skedaddle, move away. Even three feet
away from it he can’t tell what its body looks like. He feels It is intelligent
and that It’s playing games with him. But he becomes very frustrated with not
knowing what this creature is. All summer It, too, leads him to choice hunting
spots for turtles in the lake and in the creek. S once came upon a spot which
had big bubbles in the water, they were too big for even a snapping turtle, and
ever curious about his unusual hunting ‘partner’ S poked a stick down into the
mud. He felt It move under the stick. It was hard and bigger than he’d thought.
It was moving, and three to four feet wide, but he could tell it was not a
turtle. He never saw the creature again.
At the age of eight S had his most remarkable experience. "Honeycombs! I’m
in them. Standing there, looking. I’m surrounded by honeycombs. There are weird
white lights above me, just following me around. The honeycombs are big, bigger
than me. Gigantic honeycombs. Black, dark floor. They came out of nowhere. It
just covered me. I was checking the Lake out, relaxing, looking for turtles.
It’s been watching me and studying me. It wants to know more. It draws me to
these creatures [turtles and snakes] and It wants to know why I’m not afraid.
I’m just not. My excitement overpowers my fear. There are eyeballs looking at
me in the "V", both human and reptilian eyes. There are two different
kinds of creatures. There are about 30 of them. All I can see is eyes and
flashes of head. There are four points on top of its head, like a reptile. Two
eyes are really big. They look at me and then disappear; then others come and
they disappear; then the big one comes back and I’m scared. It ain’t human or
animal. They’re coming out of the honeycombs, too many to count. Their eyes are
in the white lights. All of them have faces. For about an hour I just see
shapes of heads and eyes. They let me go. They were there and then gone."
"I’m in the woods. I’m older. Hunting. Twelve noon. I’m looking across a
lake. An orange fireball! [But] the suns out. I feel fear, like we’re being
attacked. Then its dark." S feels a heavy weight. He’s inside something.
Black; dark. He moves ahead but he can’t see. It seems like a dream but it’s
not. He feels a pressure. He’s enclosed in something; he feels it all around
him. "There’s a pressure on everything and it’s real quiet. No- there’s a
humming noise, like a quiet generator." He sees his friend, the Object.
It’s a disk, a ball with a circle, like the rings of Saturn. It’s alive.
"I feel it, it feels me." It interacts with his feelings.
Now it’s starting to get lighter. He’s going through something. It has cracks
of light in it. He’s moving towards something lit up, still going through the
darkness. There are white lines moving, like passing through a tunnel. He’s
walking, being led; it’s "making me go through it". He feels some
pressure, again, and then he’s left in the light. "I‘m inside a spaceship.
I see the woods through the cracks." He sees a face with round eyes. Its a
skinny face It has a round hole for a nose and a slit for a mouth. There’s a
light by the face and it’s talking to him, telling him what to do. He now knows
that this is an examination tube.
"They’re distancing themselves. This thing I’m in, it’s germ free. Its
dark but when light comes in it comes in and disappears, like openings- I don’t
understand- like a bottle or part of the space ship." S says that the tube
is alive; it moves. It comes off the main body of the ship. He’s in the tube so
that They’re not exposed to human diseases. The being is taller than S but all
he can see is its face. And the white cracks that he can see through move as
though the tube were breathing.
There’s a big machine. It’s scary: spooky. It’s taking something out of his
body; out of his ear. Then something is put back in. His ear itches. The
machine leaves. "It happened so fast so I’m not scared." This has
something to do with the creature in the lights. "The lights get brighter,
the fear gets gone."
The machine is hack! S becomes very agitated. "Moving my spine. Wants to
know how I function. When it enters my spine it will know all the inner
organisms in my body." "The pain is there for a reason," he’s
told. More pressure. "It’s chosen me because it knows I’m not afraid"
but now it stops showing him what’s going on because he is afraid; and then he
feels better. "They find me unusual because I’m not afraid to pick up
anything alive and hold it." They show him his first encounter with a
snake. It bit him and there was blood but he was happy. He had overpowered his
fear.
Another memory begins with nine flying saucers which came down low, just over
the treetops. "One is above me, it’s not big enough for me to get in; only
if I scrunch down could I get in. There’s a red light on the bottom, strobing,
flashing. I’m mad because They won’t tell me why this is part of my life."
I direct S to find the "why’ within himself. He finds it "too
scary" so I direct him to go to his safe place movie theatre and to view
the reason there.
"I see teeth. One, big bunch of teeth, A jaw, top and bottom. It’s a meat
eater. Green flesh, looks right at me. That’s all it’s doing; it fills the
whole screen. We’re walking around in the honeycombs. It’s intelligent. It
communicates by looking at you. It puts weird thoughts [in my head]: it’s going
to land, people are going to go crazy because we’ll see Them; society’s going
to turn upside down. Something’s spinning around now and I’m going down a tube.
Now I’m on the ground and it’s left. I’m confused; it seemed like a dream. I
liked it. It’s a giant reptile and it’s scary but I liked it. It called me by
my name. It’s watched me since I was born. It showed me pictures of myself on a
screen in the honeycomb; I was catching animals. It was a leader; the others
are in the distance, just eyes. Lots of little ones and big ones in the
honeycomb. They’re related to the dinosaurs of Earth but they’re intelligent.
I’m supposed to tell people about them; let them see and understand just by my
being me. Others don’t approach me like the Big One. They just want to quit
hiding. They’re tired of hiding."
"The fossils have made me study. They’ve trained my eye so I can observe
Them. I watch how They work and I’m not scared. When They do come down They
will come down for me. They’ll save people but They’re gonna … The red-eyed
creature is harmless, light from his eyes is how he talks. Eye lids flutter
faster, it gets redder and the more he can communicate. He’s always been with
me and my family. He’s protecting me from the Reptilians. They’re strong, the
strongest of all aliens. He keeps me from being eaten. They do abduct people
and They do eat us. We are in danger."
"The Others come together when the Reptilians are being mischievous. They
stop them by forming a web to stop the ships. They won’t keep on doing this
because of the way we are; we’re destroying ourselves. They’re going to let the
Reptilians come down. They’ll let me know when They’ll let the Reptilians come
down because of the evil. They’ll only eat those who are evil."
"I see dead people in a space ship. They’re inside something. Being
interbred with something half alien, half human. Clean organs in solution. Some
are half alive. Pug-nose, trying to make better ones. They like to confuse us.
Something coming at. me- aReptilian. It’s eating one of us, the insides of a
person. They eat a lot of Abductees, those reported missing. They travel and if
they see someone they want they just take them. Can’t shoot them. They won’t
let us.
People will fight amongst each other after seeing what they do. There will he
chaos. Can’t avoid it. Flesh will he gone; fowls of the air; flesh eaters.
They’ve always been here and we destroy things when they leave things alone.
They have landing zones where they like to commune. Hill Crest. Hines Park. Too
late because there are buildings there now. It’s their cycle; They have not
been here for thousands of years. They have to have zones where they land. They
have to have these spots to land. Creatures of all sizes, thousands and thousands:
little ones run from big ones. W (another investigator for MUFON) was right-
the creatures interact with me. Universe as we know it will come to an end
sooner than we can know."
Now you’ve heard S’s warnings. There’s more, but I believe that these were the
essential memories to share with you. S is not emotionally well balanced; I was
not able to bring complete peace into his life but a great deal of psychic
pressure was removed from him by his remembering. At least he now has a reason
for why he is constantly plagued by his obsessive search for fossils and
plagued by UFOs both day and night. I’m not urging you to believe him. It is
just that we cannot ignore him.
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