The Ainui, who live on Hokkaido,
the northernmost island of Japan have fair skin; unlike the Japanese Mongoloid
phenotype, their eyes are round and the men have thick facial hair. Their
special language has no written form. Oral traditions passed from parents to
children over thousands of years tell that their ancestors came from space-"the
same who now live in the clouds in flying saucers." On a hill in the Saru River
valley on Hokkaido stands a monument to this legend. The inscription states:
"this is the place where the first Ainu came to Earth."
A radio message to Goddard Space
Flight Center, the backup center for Houston-on March fourteenth 1989- was
picked up by several sources at 06.42 Eastern Standard Time. It said: "Houston.
This is Discovery. We still have alien spacecraft under observance."
Two days before the St. John's
symposium, on Tuesday, at about 1:30 am on the morning of May 9, 1998 police
officer Louis Byrnes of Wynnewood, Oklahoma, spotted a lighted object in the
sky. The UFO flashed blue, red and white lights. Byrnes radioed in to the
Oklahoma Highway patrol and then kept the UFO under observation for forty five
In the meantime, the State Highway
Patrol office at Oklahoma City was notified and it in turn alerted Tinker
Airfare Base nearby. The airbus reported having the object located on it's
radarscope and also that there were no other aircraft aloft at that time, so
that the unidentified blip was the only one on the screen.
The next night, May 10, a Wednesday
night, diamond-shaped formations of UFO's which changed colors from red to white
were seen for forty five minutes by patrolmen in three police cars cruising
about Shawnee, Oklahoma. Oklahoma highway patrol headquarters received so many
calls from a wide area that it's teletype was jammed. It's official report said
the sightings came from Purcell north through the Norman area to Chandler and
back through Meeker and Shawnee. It also stated; "Oklahoma highway patrol units
26, 30, and 40 have also made visual sightings. Tinker airforce base has had
from seven to twelve of them on radar, at a time, and they advise that they are
flying at approximately 22,000 feet. At eight the next morning, the whole state
was plunged into unexplained darkness for over an hour; a bright morning dawn
became midnight. At C.I.A. Headquarters, in Quantico, Va. , Dr. Phyllis Boylan,
Chief Officer of E.T.B.E. (Extraterrestrial Biological Entities) research read a
presidential briefing paper to an office of seven committee members.
"This is why the president is
worried: yesterday, at Ellsworth AFB in South Dakota at 9:32 pm, a saucer-shaped
object landed approximately 50 yards beyond the fence surrounding a missile
"Air Force security was alerted
when an inner zone alert was triggered BENEATH the 150-ton hardened concrete
block atop the silo. The alarm indicated that someone or something had entered
the underground chamber."
She passed copies of the official
report to the seven saying, "Save yourself time; no one was found, the craft was
seen leaving by site survey teams who arrived at the scene and took radiation
readings which measured from 1.8 to 3.1 roentgens. Missile maintenance examined
the missile and warhead and found the nuclear components missing from the
"The answer may be at the Tonopah,
Nevada USAF Air Defense Command Headquarters at Groom Lake and Papoose Lake
bases where we have retrieved and recovered crashed disks. This is above top
A projected slide behind her showed
a military base of plain brown buildings.
"This huge sprawling base east of
Groom Lake 15 miles on U.S. 6 is not run by the Department of Defense but by
Sandia National Laboratories for the DOE. "
A slide diagram behind her showed a
device. "We have reverse engineered an engine, producing controlled,
self-sustaining, nuclear fusion, contained by a strong magnetic field. Lasers
are used to implode fissionable material and produce a cold fusion propulsion
system which has gravity-defying magnetic fields.
Sandia Labs has developed and
designed a device that can defeat alien craft in space." On screen behind her
was a 1.5 block long barrel horizontally supported on a non-conductive wooden
tressel 30 feet high connected to a two-story tower, connected in turn to
immense electrical apparatus with huge arms and massive connecting cables,
looking life a gigantic Van de Graff generator.
"The weapon has advanced particle
acceleration capabilities that can deliver a one hundred trillion volt burst of
ions using a lithium diode one inch thick; this device would be clearly overkill
for a mere incoming missile."
On May 11th 1998, 700 people
crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred. It began to rain. It
was a rain unlike any other rain. It rained streams, torrents, drenching and
swelling; a deluge of rain; it rained and it never stopped raining. It was a
rain that turned rivulets into streams and streams into frozen rivers. It molted
the bushes and trees of leaves; it shrank the wet hands of men into the
shriveled claws of apes. The rain slapped a cigarette from Dr. Larry Lincoff's
hand, half lit, as he cupped his hands from the rain to shelter his cigarette
lighter. Its guest speaker was Dr. Gary Lincoff, a world renowned
psychoanesthesiologist who was also an abductee. He himself had been taken
from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old. His
father, shot-gun in hand and he were climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and
scrub. A craft appeared overhead. It had appeared from nowhere instantly. It
had blue, like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then
silver as though the color progression change of metal cooling. Later, when his
father had awoken, a shell had been discharged, missing from the chamber but he
had no memory of ever firing the gun. Gary was swept into an overhead craft and
examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings; large pear-shaped heads
that extended in the back, a thin torso, long arms with three long fingers,
spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouth. The large black eyes strangely
failed to have any compelling power; he felt pain
unlike any ever imagined; as he screamed they penetrated virtually every part
of his body; ears, eyes, nose, head, sinuses, feet, arms, intestines, legs.
The large black-wet eyes stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his
head. "This will not hurt, they said." But agony suffused lines and channels in
his body. Terror, rage and pain overcame him. The creatures were puzzled at his
pain; they could not alleviate his suffering; he was oddly resistant to their
profoundly powerful form of mind control.
When he returned to the desert floor some forty minutes later his father looked
switched off. eyes glazed saliva dribbling from the right corner of his mouth.
The boy's sobbing woke the father.
His father told him he had imagined and dreamed it. "The Texas sun can give you
heat stroke, make you see things", he had said holding the shaking boy close
and placing a hand over his son's forehead. "We'll find some shade." They
walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and
ate bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard and washed it down with canteen
water. But the child held his father's hand and would not let go; he stared
upwards in fear.
When he was seventeen his abduction experiences ended violently. One night he
pretended to be asleep; going into deep, regular breathing, visualizing a
dream he would like to be in. The wallpaper on three walls bulged, snouts and
pear-shaped grey heads waggled quickly back and forth. They had melted out of
his bedroom walls to stand coldly surrounding him.
He had jumped up and grabbed the closest one to him around the neck; clutched
the feather-like being's back to his own chest, pinioning him. The creature
frantically struggled to hit him with a rod-like device, but the pillows
prevented the creature from hitting the teenager. In panic, the creature
squirmed and thrashed in the boy's tightening grip. The others, in quick moves
like jumping spiders scattered from the tight circle. He tightened his
grip and squeezed hard. Something brittle snapped in the creature's neck.
Suddenly the scene changed; he saw his whole family, brother, mother and father
surgically eviscerated but alive. On a black floor under hospital lights were
lungs, intestines, strewn amidst gore as they pleaded with their
eyes to him to save them. The image was real, and confused and startled and
He was convinced that real harm had come to his family and he loosened his
grip. His parents writhed in agony, butchered horribly in front of his eyes.
There was as dank, musty smell that permeated the room. The creature in his
arms, in self protection, in desperate panic to free itself had flashed the
image into his mind, but he had killed one of them. They never came for him
again after that night, and he resolved to devote his life to understanding
He began a career in medicine at age 20 at John Hopkins specializing in
psychiatry in 1972. In 1975 he finished his post-doctoral work in
psychoanesthesiology from the Mayo Clinic; where he worked in obstetrics
delivering babies without any anesthetics to the mothers.
It had been two full days since the
darkness had begun. Dark storm clouds threatened; in the distance thunder
rumbled. Dr. Lincoff was 38 years old, chubby, spectacled, and chain smoked
cigarettes as he paced nervously and gesticulated nervously with his hands as he
spoke. He stood on the auditorium stage of St. John's University's Avery Hall,
behind a lighted lectern with a yellow spotlight surrounding him. As he spoke
behind him on a large screen flashed preprogrammed- 35 mm slides in five second
intervals, of UFO's and myriad alien life forms. In back of the auditorium a
priest in a dark double breasted suit slipped in during the screen change and
sat in the last row. His tall, wiry frame was twisted in the seat, topped by a
big, wet, yellow rain hood, which hid his blue eyes.
"The darkness in Oklahoma has made
front page in every nation in the world. But here in America the press did not
cover that at 8 o'clock at the same time at the other side of the world dawn
failed to come; a gloom descended without hints of clouds throughout Sri Lanka
and all of Zanzibar."
"Perhaps the fate of the earth and
the continuation of human life forms hang in the balance." Although
unpredictable, all sightings of UFO's and all abduction experiences have a
shared purpose, not merely to change human consciousness and its relationship to
the world and to each other but to replace mankind. I call it the "Noah effect."
"We on Earth, have been, for
millennia, like fleas on a dog's pelt, satisfied and convinced that everything
in their world had been ordained perfectly for their existence; but that theory
falls apart when the dog's mistress gets a flea collar."
"Research tells us that the time
intervals for the DNA manipulation were 25,000, 15,000, 5,000 and 2,500 years
ago. What this means is it is not just a 20th century phenomenon but rather it
is millennia; it turns out that we are somebody's experiment. They might have
farmed us throughout the universe. There is even evidence that they placed our
moon to stabilize earth's wobble and climatic fluctuations.
"Moses and the burning bush,
Mohammed's and Jesus' ascension, Fatima and the founder of the Mormon Church
simply were abduction experiences."
"For the first time in human
consciousness and human history we are studying something that is studying us,
but our insights and realizations of what are happening is always vectored off.
We are in a hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor."
"When you hear about a string of
boxcars on a railroad track that suddenly goes straight up in the air, a little
biplane that moves into fog and comes out a disc, a silent helicopter which
turns into a disc, or oil barrels in Oklahoma that rise vertically straight up,
you realize there is something about this phenomenon, at every level, that seems
to be disguising itself."
In the background the screen showed
a being-type that was half reptile and half human; a smooth lizard-skinned
reptilian, eight feet tall with a saurian face. It had a four-clawed hand with
brown webbing between the fingers. The caption underneath the picture read:
"This reptile type has cat-like eyes with gold-slit pupils. This being is
sinister and deceptive in manner."
"Recent human DNA research tells us
that all races on earth today, no matter how diverse come from a common ancestor
who lived about 128,000 years ago. Perhaps his name was Noah. The bible says
that God chose Noah to survive because he was a righteous man. As far as we can
understand it simply means that he followed God's laws. That was the only
criteria for his and his seeds survival. The specific blueprints, the
architectural directions of how many cubits were to make up each dimension of
the arc, were hardly a spiritual, inspirational, oblique philosophical guidance
but directions to build a worthy seafaring ship worthy of escape. Everyone but
Noah's line vanished. The same is happening again today. The aliens are looking
for the mystery of goodness in human beings.
Evil is common and understandable;
but because of the rarity in man of goodness, goodness is a mystery. Why would a
priest deny material wealth and sacrifice his life for helping the poor? Why
would a G.I. throw himself on a grenade to save a group of men in a trench he
had never met and would never get to know? The human race is its present form is
facing its end." The priest stood and addressed Dr. Lincoff: "I disagree, that's
a rather childish, religious view. It's not as if God has intervened directly in
the affairs of mankind; nobody has stopped the malevolence of the Holocaust,
great famines, plagues, terrible suffering on Earth, why don't they intercede in
an unequivocal and meaningful way, rather than abducting ordinary people who
have no real power to do anything?" The voice on the microphone was deep and
resonant: "Father," He said gently,"Although these creatures work in mysterious
ways, we abductees think we know, at least we're up here on stage talking.
People treat us like Joan of Arc; it's okay to have rules about God, as long as
you don't claim direct conversations with God; they still burn people for that."
The priest took his seat.
"Last month I hypnotized and
regressed an abductee, who is a psychic and worked in the intelligence
community. He learned that a council of nine from a galactic trade union,
representing some fifty worlds, will not interfere; 'You are a small planet of
no particular significance'."
"We can't look for help anywhere
but in ourselves. Our government policy is a kind of garbled mixture of denial
and cover-ups which fuel conspiracy theories. In truth for them this whole
phenomenon is excruciating. It is, after all, the business of government to
protect its people. Our government knows that if it affirms and acknowledges
that alien beings from radar-defying craft which defy gravity and space time are
invading homes and abducting its citizens they know it would cause world-wide
political and religious upheavals and corequisitely world economic upheaval. So
the secret stays a secret in the name of national security. As long as the UFO
phenomenon continues in my opinion, he said, national security is an oxymoron."
All the people in the small bedroom
community of Modest, Oklahoma, just outside of Tulsa, surrounded in mesquite,
willows and sweet gum, were having the same nightmares. Dr. Gary Lincoff smoked
a cigarette. "The traces of post-abduction are subtle; fast growing hair and
fingernails; there is also a detectable luminous phosphorescence on abductees
skin."with black light." "I've noticed that abductees have much higher serotonin
levels than other people; these people are resistant to pain killers, like
Novocain and may even awake during surgery. This higher level of serotonin may
make it easier to contact these people." "But the unhappy evidence suggests that
most people who have entered an alien spaceship will not remember it or ever
know what had happened to them except in dreams or under medical hypnosis and
how few people can remember or even examine carefully their dreams, dreams lost
as they struggle into consciousness each morning."
"Throughout the world," he said,
"abduction is merely a frightening experience that many therapists would rather
not confront unless symptoms resulting from the encounter require them to do so.
For most people it's just terrifying nightmares that they barely remember." He
put his hands in his pockets and fished for a pack of cigarettes.
"My understanding of the
alien-phenomenon has grown with each regressive hypnosis I've done with this and
with other outreach contactee groups.
Small, large-eyed, dark, telepathic
creatures are playing at Frankensteins in space suits; genetically engineering a
"new" creature, the best of their race and mankind's to replace all of us, who
they feel, are the destroyers of the planet. By putting people in nightmare
scenes, they can screen, test, genetically separate the Jeckyl from the Hyde;
the ones who show courage, charity, self sacrifice, openness, will be saved;
their seed and their minds. According to you, these aliens are also playing
psychic-vampires to transfer memories from good and noble souls in
neural-mind-transplants to these hybrids to develop and cultivate their minds
and souls" He sighed, "Like Neanderthals, who also vanished mysteriously,
today's breed of mankind has been judged and again the verdict is annihilation."
"Doesn't it strike you that there
is a burning irony?" he said. Although these creatures are seeking the complex,
extraordinary nature of what goodness is, they must be morally depraved; they
are about to turn the whole world into Auschwitz."
He took a row of pre-selected
abductees on stage.
"All of you have undergone
regressive hypnosis, by me, with no hypnotic dissociative techniques; that has
been stubbornly discredited as a method of re-experiencing because that is the
way phobias are usually erased, remotely, freeing both the therapist and the
patient to amend and change what is seen on the remote projection screen; freeze
it, slow it down, to slowly extinguish the phobia. Since that "screen viewing"
is altered it is felt by specialists that that recall technique is flawed with
"I would like to turn the tables on
the aliens by abducting one of them; who'd like to help? I need a volunteer. All
six responded with upraised arms.
With the audience in evidence, he
put them all in a light trance; they entered quickly, as he took them down ten
ladders to a warm swim on a beach, and in a light state of altered
consciousness, put a post hypnotic suggestion, buried in amnesia with a target
trigger. They would all pass the initial mind scan; they could not reveal what
they themselves did not know.
All were programmed to release an
accusational finger pointing indictment at the aliens and break the short
psychic leash. When they were within twenty inches of their captors, always just
out of sight the statement would be released and triggered. They would say "why
are you doing these terrible things to innocent people?"
Within five days the results were
in. In the delivery of that sentence the trance had been broken and each could
clearly see that they faced a small, dark, large-eyed creature. One member said
that for the first time in over thirty years of her abductions, the alien had
become enraged and livid, violently angry; something she had never seen before.
The response from all was identical and instantly chilling in its
"Tell Gary we're going to come for
him and his son." .......
"To consider the earth as the only populated world in
infinite space is as absurd as to assent that, in an
entire field sown with millet, only one grain would grow..."
-Metrodorus, Greek sage Fourth Century BC
In Wynnewood, Oklahoma, at the Church of Martyrs, diocese, Father Daniel
Mahoney, a priest was sitting in the rectory library. He possessed a fine,
white, beatific quality, delicate for all his great size, and his enormous
eyes, far-looking blue circles of innocence, especially when seen against the
black cloth of a priest's habit, where an impressive sight. He was surrounded
by copies of daily newspapers, but his attention was captured by a moldy,
"Such strangeness, mysterious facts, those sudden shadows that fall in broad
daylight when there is neither any cloudiness nor an eclipse. The classic case
is one that occurred on April 26, 1884, in Preston, England: toward noon, the
sky became completely black, to the point that animals lay down and went to
sleep. Twenty minutes later, the sun reappeared. We know of several hundred
cases of this type, without having any explanation for them. It has been
suggested that they are caused by thick clouds of smoke from forest fires, but
generally there has been no sign of forest fires at the time of these
incidents, and when there has been, these smoke clouds have never been
observed between the spot where the fire took place and the place where the
The strangest of these darkening phenomena occurred in London on August 19,
1763. The most amazing thing about this occurrence was that the shadows seemed
to have been completely impenetrable by lantern or candlelight. If this was a
case of smoke so thick it would have left traces on objects and did not."
He took the subway home and walked upstairs to his fourth floor walk up
apartment. In the sink under a dripping, dripping, dripping faucet, were old
sardine tins, cans of cat food, half; smoked cigar butts and dirty dishes. The
room reeked of life lived too long with the windows closed. He put on the
television and sat on the end of the bed, removing his priestly vestments,
mouthing aloud the names like a holy litany: cassock, dalmatic, tunic,
surplice, maniple, amice, alb, and cincture. When he wanted something from God
or he was in trouble, he recited the words as his own private prayer.
He lit a cigarette and put the butt out on the frame of the mattress. He swung
his legs onto the floor and stepped on a large cockroach. White- faced, he sat
on the bed again, and scraped the remnants of the cockroach off of his foot
with a matchbook cover, and grinned with the deeper muscles of his face. He
took a syringe from under his pillow and stuck it in his arm.
He was dreaming again.
He was walking the crowded cobblestone streets to Golgotha; in the angry crowd
that thronged the crowded streets he saw his parents, their heads shaven,
their purple gums conversing in clicks like bushmen.
He woke with a start. A large, potted plant, across the room, shook violently,
incomprehensibly. He stared, his jaw, dropping slowly.
He felt a slight depression on the end of the bed; something feather light and
invisible had just jumped up, catlike on the blanket; but he owned no cat. The
ancient floorboards by his bed creaked, then by his dresser, then by the
He was frightened by the sense that there was somebody in the room with him
and he couldn't see anybody. He fought the impulse to jump up.
Then despite fear of such intensity it caused him to shake, he recalled lying
down again on the bed to escape his fear.
Overhead the red bricked four story apartment building, hovered a silver
colored football shaped object. It was mostly gray in color, with a bright
purple light on one side and a small blinking blue light on the other. It was
double-decked with two rows of lighted windows; the light coming from them was
bluish-white and phosphorescent. It was about fifty feet long and maybe twenty
feet thick. Two vertical side seams in the structure and lines of rivets along
the seams were lit up by the red glow of the underside where reddish vapor was
being discharged. Yellowish vapor oozed from one of the ends and the craft
settled behind a large sycamore tree.
At that moment, the television program in the next room was completely washed
out in static. A beeping noise.
There was a tapping at the screen.
The priest leaned his body sideways off of the bed halfway to the floor and
twisted around to peer out of the window. He could hear the television from
the living room in the next room.
Two small, dark, puppet like, clear helmet encased creatures stared into the
window back at him. As they bobbed in midair, he heard a buzzing sound like
hornets in a jar.
His eyes opened wide and he shrank back in fear and pulled the blanket over
his head. It's not possible, he thought, and shook his head. On impulse, he
threw the blanket from his head and peered around the corner of the bed, He
exposed his whole head as he stared out of the window. Two pairs of eyes
looked back. There was a tapping on the screen.
He exploded backwards into the bed in panic. Electric waves of fear ran across
his forehead and down his arms. His eyes rounded in terror. He knew that he
had seen them and they had seen him. He was so full of fear that he could
scarcely breathe. "Demons, unholy evil spirit, begone in the name of God", He
I could have imagined it, he thought. But the priest could not bring himself
to look again, his fear was so great. He huddled in the corner of the bed
terrified and in agony of a terrible dilemma: If he didn't look again he would
never know if what he saw was real and his curiosity burned as strongly as his
fear. But, if he looked again and they were still there he knew that he would
lose his mind with fear.
Strangely, he soon fell asleep.
Relaxation techniques, slowly bought him to an altered state; under hypnosis,
a series of subconscious motor reflexes, a twitch of a different finger
cemented a conversation with the body, not the mind; the thumb, indicated
"Yes", the middle finger, "No", the pinky, "I (can't) won't answer". This
technique would confront repressed fear, avoidance, or directives to forget,
and allow direct conversation with the unconscious.
By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell
Doctor : "Let's begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?"
Priest: (film shows quick flash of thumb;) "Yes"
Doctor: "Go back to the day the two puppets floated outside the window, and,
below consciousness, recall what happened, that afternoon. Show me that you
begin by moving the "yes" finger, and the end of that recall by moving the
Priest: (film shows "yes" and "no" twitches)
Doctor: "Good; started and ended. Is there any unconscious, additional
information, the father has not remembered concerning that afternoon?"
Priest: (finger twitches quickly with the "yes" thumb movement)
Doctor: "What happened? See it remotely, as if you're in a projector booth,
watching yourself, on a screen; what happened?"
Priest: (increasing stress) "I don't want to answer digit", pinky, signal.
Doctor: "No? You don't want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell
me what you're feeling?"
Priest: (more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath.
Doctor: "You refer to this as October,1999. Whatever happened was long ago.
You're safe and in control; are you reluctant to talk about it because it's
Priest: Film records positive finger movement
Doctor: "Freeze the scene and see part in full frame; like a snapshot? Is it
Priest: Film shows a "yes" twitch.
Doctor: "A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you're up in the
projection booth watching the father in the theatre."
Priest: "As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back. Staring
back. The eyes are not normal."
Doctor: "Look closer; what else do you notice?"
Priest: "The face doesn't have any teeth, it's not a normal face. It's gone,
Doctor: "Feel the relief that the face is gone. Now I have a question for your
unconscious to answer by finger movement. Has any harm been done to the father
during the faces' presence?"
Priest: (records a quick "no" answer)
Doctor: "Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt, sensed something
by your bed? Was there anything done to the father, physically during that
Priest: Head is shaking "no" and the finger movement is saying "yes", softly;
"They took my clothes", sadly "They took my priestly vestments".
Doctor: "Who did?"
Priest: Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on
a negative reaction.
Doctor: "Is the "no" for then, or now? You keep shaking your head "no"."
Priest: "For now".
Doctor: "You don't want to talk about it?"
Doctor: "Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?"
Doctor: "Do you want to remember it some other day?"
Doctor: "Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. Hand in
the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?"
Priest: Thumb, positive finger response, "yes".
Doctor: "Was he removed from the house?"
Priest: (another "yes" response)
Doctor: "Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?"
Priest: (an animated "no" response)
Doctor: "Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him
to remember what he saw?"
Priest: The little finger jumps repeatedly with "I don't want to answer"
response. (Slowly) I want to see what happened.
Doctor: "Repeat that, please, say it again".
Priest: "I want to see what happened".
Doctor: "To avoid reliving; you do not have to relive the experience, speak of
the priest as "He", it is not you, but a picture".
Priest: "He was on line, on a "tour", waiting on line, inside something large,
humid, slowly entering a large carrier ship."
He is flying high over lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined
He knows that it is night but the fields and countryside below are lit up as
though it were day but he knows it's night because he is dreaming. For a few
brief seconds he sees the green granular nature of the trees below and a
visual exhilaration of flying combined with a sense of peace and happiness. He
marvels at the texture and color and his movement above it.
He is dreaming but he is awake.
He is told by a tourguide, who is always just out of sight, that he is to wait
on line for a tour of the insides of a country estate. He is numb and is
dreaming. But he feels that he is awake.
He is moving forward, people in front and in back of him, all adults on a
narrow path surrounded by flat, English gardens. It is hot and humid with the
rank smell of soil. People clutch what looks like brochures and move slowly in
a single line, towards the country estate. He feels bored, but he is mildly
interested. A ticket taker sits at the entrance way, on a stool behind a
lectern; He is a slim teenager but as he looks, he turns into a kindly old
Everyone is awake but dreaming.
Inside is a waiting room; a dull, white room with no adornments and a black
floor. Inside, a dozen or so middle aged men pace nervously. Some speak in
brief low voiced non-sequitors and look worried. Some of the men move towards
a buffet table, strangely empty of food or drink. An unhappy, slight, balding
man peeks up at him from the paper cup he is holding in hand and makes furtive
The tour guide, who always remains out of view, now tells him that it is a
cocktail party. He senses an uncomfortable corporate uneasiness in each face
that repels him from the room. He thinks to himself: I'd like to find the
hosts of this party and give them a piece of my mind; no food no drink! What
kind of party is this?
As he starts off to look for the host with that thought in mind, he is slapped
with an emotional wave of terror and remorse. It is the tour guide again who
tells him it would not be a good idea to insult the host. In the dream, he
asks himself , why would it scare me to insult the host if I have no idea who
the host is? But he has the feeling of having averted jeopardy, he quickly
dismissed the idea.
He went back into the party. Everyone stared at his nakedness.
He blinks and looks again; many hold and drink from invisible cups and are
half dressed. Each man is in an unhappy jittery dream. He is quickly
overwhelmed with the feeling of not belonging in that room.
Although the tour guide is watching, he sneaks out into another less crowded
smaller room. Free-ego-child-wild and mischievous glee overcomes him. He drops
and darts under a table whose tablecloth drops to a few inches above the
floor. He is underneath. He is hiding. No one knows. Again he is suddenly
gripped with a joyful childishness that forces his eyes and mouth into
He can hear voices of the people talking in the room but he feels safe,
hidden, draped on all sides by white cloth. Someone is about to pull the
tablecloth up and find him; the tips of black shoes intrude under the cloth's
edge. He reverts, atavistically; growling electrified, animal like and
launches himself, snarling, forward. It is a dream within a dream.
A bright light and he is dreaming, but he knows he is awake; He is not awake
but moving, climbing up a steep stairway ladder pathbridge in a very large
room, still in line with people in a guided tour, dreaming awake.
The tour guide, always just out of view, tells him to keep climbing up a
ladder towards a small room at the top of the stairs.
Someone in front of him dreams, wakes up dreaming. He looks to his right as he
climbs by an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the whole upper
He is slowly climbing, feeling very numb. He pauses, stopping the line of
climbing people and places his arms on a curved railing where the staircase
meets the bottom of the window. Cupping his chin on his hands, he tried to
understand what he was seeing but he was so numbed that what he saw didn't
affect him, emotionally.
Outside is blackness. The Earth and the Moon are far to the right portion of
the glass, the Earth swimming in blue-white haze, except for a large red area
which he saw as the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula. Far
away, violet splashes of nebulae and points of red pinpoint starlight
intersperse with millions of white stars.
Chin in hands, he leaned over and said in a sad, wistful, admiring tone,
"These people who live at this estate have some view; "wow what a view!"
The tour guide, always just out of view, was startled and quickly changed the
scene to that of a unidimentional English garden landscape.
Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, he said again, but this time
looking at the garden landscape, They do have a nice view."
The tour guide was startled to hear him repeat, and not realizing that the
scene of the garden had already worked to distract him, over reacted.
He was thrown into a vivid emotional ecstasy.
The ladder path transformed into a delicately patterned, dazzlingly ornate
inlaid wood design cryptic and deep in beauty and complexity. He was forced to
kneel and examine it, and turned away from the window.
Powerful awe, love, admiration and godlike reverence flashed through his mind
and body, at the wood-inlay staircase, suspended in air, lushly constructed in
multi-colored wood. An awe, tingling through his skin, thrilled him.
He felt a powerful, spiritual deep love for the construction, the unknown
artist, the wood pattern, and became so absorbed, that he forgot what he had
seen outside the window.
The sleeping line of climbing people was stopped by his fawning and repeated
examination of the simple metal staircase. He repeatedly retraced his steps to
further examine it.
The tour guide, always just out of sight, had had enough. A paternal, parental
impatient voice said in his head, "just keep going; it will be there for you
to see when you get back." But things change in dreams he tells himself and
does not trust that it will be there again for him when he returns.
The guide had made the staircase the unrightful recipient of the awe, rather
then the scene outside the window, so that he would not remember; but when he
woke he did remember.
He awoke exhausted, with a dull headache and a nose bleed; more tired getting
up then he had been going to bed.
He opened the door, slowly and peeked down the hall; there was no one in
evidence. He threw on his red-striped, tattered bathrobe, full of holes, and
barefoot, stole out into the hallway, leaving his door barely ajar. He went to
the stairwell; chose the second floor, and peeked up and down the hallway from
his vantage point behind a hinge of the stairway door. It was five fifteen
a.m. He bolted quickly down the hall and turning quickly in reverse, in three
swift movements, picked up, first, from one doormat, a bottle of fresh milk,
from a second, a small bag of bakery delivered fresh rolls, and finally
scooped up a morning; paper, under his arm, from a third. His heart pounding,
lest he be detected, he ran up, breathless, to the fourth floor his stolen
breakfast in hand. He locked the door.
He heard, in his head a voice and a buzz. It was a slight ring in his left
ear. that odd inner ear ringing tone, one hears sometimes for no apparent
reason. Concentrate on it, it gets louder; pay no attention, it dissipates.
The ringing in his ear got louder and he shook his head to stop it. It was, he
thought, clanging loud enough for the neighbors to hear it coming from his
head. He wildly moved his head to stop it. It grew louder. The sound moved
deeper into his head and melted into a humming vibration. The whole left side
of his head was humming.
He heard a voice which began quietly, but he couldn't understand anything, not
a single word. He began to pray silently to St. Jude, as he stood there alone
with a voice grinding out sounds in his head. His heart pounded and his jaw
fell slightly open as the stolen groceries fell from his grasp to the floor.
He held his hands to his ears, supporting his head, and tried not to scream
He thought people in insane asylums who heard voices could be like him or him
He was climbing to the small room at the top of the ladder. He was dreaming
The high school basketball game was in the last quarter; the crowd's howl and
the tattoo of the drums from the drill team seemed miles away. He and she had
left the game and now sat on the sweet smelling lawn of the school, in the
night listening to the sounds of the game behind them.
He was cloaked in blackness; dreaming a memory: she was in his arms; soft,
dark., long brown hair brushed his face; coquettish liquid dark eyes looked
deeply into his. He returned her gaze with a passionate, loving sensuality.
She held his hand; it was cool and slender. A mysterious and provocative
incense coursed through his blood and made him dizzy with desire for her. He
moaned and leaned closer.
She pressed her slim body close to his and he lowered his eyes closing his
lids, flushed with lust.
She suddenly stiffened and withdrew, and he sensed a wave of disgust and
disdain from her wash over him; he was crushed; why had the sweetness of the
She withdrew, backwards into the blackness. The girl in his dream stared at
him; in her hands was a funnel-shaped cup, attached to a tube receptacle. He
was hurt and puzzled and said "Is that all, Is that all you want?"
Before the darkness came and swallowed him he realized that her coldness was
the coldness of one running an experiment; caring more about the outcome then
the methods used.
Even though he was dreaming he knew he was awake and he struggled with a
feeling if hopelessness in the dawning realization of his experience.
Cold, dispassionate, unblinking eyes recorded both psychic and anatomical
responses; they registered his emotional responses, categorizing, summarizing,
analyzing and judging him. The alien administered a progressive personality
assessment, a standard psychological measurement exam which had more subtle
discernment and calibration of the soul than any earthbound measurement.
The creature stared directly into the priest's eyes and induced a delusional
thought system; a gauntlet of nightmares, a funhouse of terrors. A series of
three-dimensional scenarios in crystal clear virtual reality were projected
into the priest's mind. His reactions, nuances of feelings to the projected
visions, were carefully registered and recorded. The aliens had already found
a genetic site for dysocial psychopaths and for people of moral goodness.
First he was pushed into a small room with white walls and a red. bloody, gory
floor. In the center of the room, back to the viewer were two butchers, white
coats splashed with blood, busily chopping infants into butcher cuts. He was
urged to enter the room but his mind rebelled in horror and fear and he
refused. The horror of the chopped infants saddened him, tightened his stomach
and filled him deeply with fear. He trembled in terror. "Who in God's name
could bring himself to do such an evil thing?"
He was thrust into another scene; a rubble-strewn street with burnt shells of
vehicles, some upside down surrounded by shells of fragmented buildings which
were precariously perched. In the background smoke and flame issued all
around. At his feet, injured, partly buried in the rubble was a frail old
woman with a kerchief covering her head. She weakly jestered for help. He
knelt beside her, but his eyes were on the building above him which began to
weaken and shift. Fear of death overcomes him and in agony he runs from the
scene, leaving her behind. He is stricken with grief and guilt over the
decision, but he feels grateful for having escaped unscathed.
All of this is carefully registered and recorded. Again he is thrust into
another scene, the small, dark creature staring fixedly into his eyes. He
hears the repeated cracking sound of a whip on flesh overlaid with screaming
pleas of mercy. It is just around the corner.
Shrieks and howls in loud, deep agony accompany satanic laughter. Fear crawls
down his arms and legs. He is psychically prodded to look within. A tall,
muscular, athletic young man with black hair is writhing in pain, chained by
arms and legs to a wall-mounted wood cross. A black-hooded inquisitor,
demonically laughing delivers loud, whip-snapping cracks onto the screaming
man' s back who pleads for mercy in fervent agony. Blood and tissue, noisily
splatter the walls at each stroke.
The priest's mind shrank back in mortal terror, disgust and raw horror.
Next, a thick-bodied, squat, gangster-type sat at a table playing solitaire.
With a growl rich and deep with menace he picked up a hand gun and told the
priest that he was going to kill him. The priest nodded in silent placation
and tacit agreement. The gangster, never taking his eyes from his cards placed
the gun at the far end of the table close to the priest. The killer assured
the priest that no matter what the priest did, he would definitely murder him.
He was urged to go for the gun. The priest's mind eye measured the distance
between the gangster's hand and the gun and his own relative distance from the
gun; he decided it was probably a trap and did not go for the gun.
The next scenario - a beautiful woman, a Hollywood femme fatale with short
skirt, long white gloves, very long legs and dark hair told him that she was
in danger and needed him to go with her to help her. He patently refused,
smelling danger, seeing through the disguise. She promised him her body if he
would help her. He abjectly refused. The alien introduced a promissory image
of her long limbs lasciviously intertwined with his. He still refused.
The next psychic measurement was for honesty and guilt; he was left in a room
with money piled high on a table. He was urged to fill his cassock pockets and
he did. He as made to feel the slow burn of shame.
At the end of the exam, bereft of strength, disheartened, deeply depressed, he
sat in the spacecraft drained and exhausted. At this point the alien applied
an artistic touch to the delusion. It gave closure and diverted the priest's
mind, but it also mercifully alleviated his soul's suffering. Each main
character from each scenario filed in one by one with knowing smiles and sat
at a table in front of him. He was at the center of a "Mission Impossible"
With the dawning realization that these people were simply players, conspiring
to fool him, two things happened; surprise at the complexity of the dream, and
awe, at the enormity of the staging, by seeming strangers. This revelation
replaced the angst this series of visions had provoked. It also underlined the
alien's total duplicity; when the alien saw the priest's slow smile and
lightening of spirit he brought him out of the delusion and back into
blackness. When his alarm rang, he swung his feet onto the floor.
"Dreadful dream," he thought "My god, what a dreadful dream; someone was
butchering babies; horrible dream."
Monday - January
Dr Gary Lincoff sat in his office writing in his personal diary.
The fans seem to be working; either the little critters can't
materialize, project invisibly, because of the swirling floor fans and
ceiling fan, of they're afraid that they'll be "sucked up", or it may be
that the electromagnetic "inference", set up somehow thwarts them. I
don't believe that the invisible negative - though entities (the "Jinns"
who give me nightmares with horrible scenarios,) are the same entities
who "separated" my astral body from my physical body, although I did
awake later, again, to note that the ceiling fan I'd left on had been
shut off, and I awoke, drenched. So maybe the fan is a partial
defense.but against WHAT??!
I had a peculiar nighttime experience of high strangeness.
I 'awoke', (out of my body) in darkness by the hall steps just outside
my bedroom. I thought I was, perhaps, in transit back from the bathroom.
As I stood there, wrapped in darkness, something; some small
hand-puppet-like creature jumped on the back of my neck, gripping the
back and snugly, moving up, positioned itself into the hollow of the
nape of my neck, clinging tightly, snuggled deeply, holding on with a
clamplike grip, warm small and unseen.
My hair stood straight up and I found I could not raise my arms to
remove it, despite quick wrenching spasms of my head, neck and shoulders
to dislodge it's grip form the back of my neck.
I was paralyzed with panic, aware of this evil strange tiny creature
holding fast to my neck, and again realized that my gyrations and
twitches and spins were useless; it clung on the more tightly.
Again I panicked realizing my arms were not working, and the
creature had nestled snugly and held on, strange, silent and warmly
I realized that I was just outside the bedroom door and ran into the
bedroom yelling, "Susan! Susan! What's on my neck?! What is it?! Can you
see it?! What's on my NECK!!?" I writhed and danced.
I awoke, in bed, (in my body), with my wife, Susan, shaking me; leaning
over me, looking at me with concern in her eyes.
"You were having a bad dream," she said "I had to wake you."
I realized that the tampering interdimensional "leak" of critters
and my astral body - were more insidious and "tampering: could occur
when I was asleep and "wandering".
Very strange and creepy indigestible spiritual questions loom and
dissipate. Only God can protect me.
Six months ago, strangely, at about five o'clock.
Mid -August, early in the morning, I awoke and looked up and down
at my body in bed.
My feet were floating above my feet; two sets of , one above, one
below. I was leaning up, waist bent, staring, feeling my whole body
tingling, vibrating and I thought, more in fear than in awe; "That's
what happens ate death?!!" My next unformed thought was that I had to
stop this; I didn't want to die. But I fell into a deep sleep and
awakened later, exhausted, not remembering.
That night, before dinner, Susan told me that my whole body had
"shook without my seeing any appendage twitching" enough to wake her, a
sound sleeper, the night before. I told her my early morning
remembrance and I realized that these interdimensional thieves were
stealing my astral body or "soul" and I felt deeply religious,
frightened and aware of my "essence", not my body, that I had
discovered valuable to these entities.
How could such a thing happen or be allowed to happen, in God's
How can I explain their invisible , intrusive and harassing
motives behavior and tactics? How can I resist without invoking
'revenge' or anger from these unseen thieves of body and soul? Who can
I possible talk to about these assaults, nightmares, nosebleeds, dreams,
and poltergeist -like experiences? Who could understand or advise me?
Only another "abductee" or "experiencer" who has successfully resisted
the evil of psychic or spiritual attacks.
Wednesday - February
"And forgive us our trespassers as we forgive those who transgress
against us" In the middle of playing bass guitar, at four in the
afternoon, the radio on in the background, a feeling of sudden anxiety,
free and floating, smacked me, making my stomach tight and my fear lever
I closed my eyes in sudden panic.
In my mind's eye, three small blue - grey entities, stood at the door,
inside, watching me. The "leader" "intruding" into my psyche or mind,
usurping, 'taking control', causing anxiety; (as an intuitive approach
signal, I recognized).
I ordered them out, putting the guitar down, shutting off the stereo and
amp and mentally ordered them out!! Out!! Out !! Out!!
I was swept with their raw surprise; two left; evaporated, one,
amazed, reluctant, lingered.
I recited the Lord's prayer and struggled, inwardly, to resist,
ordering him out even as he hesitated repeatedly. It took five long
minutes, minutes that seemed longer before the anxiety; i.e. the mental
intrusion and I felt alone. But I wasn't. I went into the kitchen to
boil water for tea, leaving the room, turning my back, my mind away form
the feelings in the living room when a word, in my mind, emblazoned,
looming appeared, in letters large and capital. "BEREAVEMENT". With my
eyes open, the words hung in space, as an afterimage.
Were they sad I had resisted? Tough shit!! I thought. Would they
make me grieve in nightmares, cry heartbreaking tears? What did it
mean? Bad dreams? In four days I was on a plane booked at a hotel to
attend my father -in - law's funeral in Florida. Both the airfare and
hotel rates were listed as "BEREAVEMENT" rates on both receipts.
As well as being invisible they can see into the future and tell,
warn us of it as suits them. But it seemed as if it were a 'slap', a
rebuke, to have been told in such a cryptic stilted and intrusive
off-handed way. It was the 'word' as much a response to my rejection of
them as it was information. And most importantly it, the "WORD"
strongly confirmed that anxiety IS a symptom that intuitively alerts me
that the psychic intrusion, inference is happening. If the word hadn't
appeared, I would not be sure that a wave of free-floating anxiety means
they're already HERE and INSIDE. I was never really sure before. The
word "BEREAVEMENT" confirms that I was right.
If I can fight "them" in the first initial stages I can resist
more completely. But how can you fight something you can't see? They
change tactics, redouble their efforts and make one pay heavily for
resistance. They're addicted to abduction and also have access to
interdimensional creatures, who do their bidding. Fight? Resist?
My analogy is one of cows grazing in a world - wide pasture. They
are simply cows who eat grass under God's blue sky and don't acknowledge
or analyze because they're only cows. But they love life and God and
his skies and his grasses.
Occasionally, something odd, bizarre; an experience of high
strangeness occurs; the farmer comes and milks the cows. Most pay no
attention as the are just cows who eat grass and, the experience happens
when they are asleep or dully unaware. The few (smart) cows who do
resent the episodic intrusion who are aware of the subtle meddling, kick
over the pail and spill the milk. They may even threaten the farmer
For these cows, the farmer does not return; instead, he sends in
the 'butcher' for these cows.
The 'butcher' is an evil, punishing entity, (interdimensional) who
"MEDVED", "comes in the night" gives illnesses, infections, pains, organ
disease, death, in bidding retribution for the abducting, but now
thwarted entities, who resent resistance, in any form.
Tuesday - February
I often wonder, when at air terminals, awash in crowds, or at a
ballgame, how, seemingly unaware "bovines are being "milked", or whether
how many are truly troubled, aware of nighttime 'visitors'.
How many people, thronged in diverse pursuits know? How many
merely suspect? The accumulated, slow built 'evidence' suddenly looms
as obvious as a trout in the milk. But would cows recognize a trout in
the milk?; most would go on to chew grass under God's blue skies and
deny the subtle, spiritual interference as a 'bad dream', or their
There is electrical interference with the T.V., bands of static
and white noise, every few seconds on all the channels, like someone is
broadcasting, nearby, on all frequencies! Ticks and knocks are heard in
the walls; laying in bed, in the darkness, I hear a soft but clear
footfalls in the attic and on the roof, paddling. The floorboards red
and termite ridden, creak and pop as unseen entities walk by my
footboard, as I toss anxiously; try hard to ignore the sounds, telling
myself "How can they just walk unseen, through walls and doors yet have
enough seeming weight of specific gravity to hear them make the floor
creak?" begin to pray, trying to mentally resist, calmly now, over and
over telling them to go: "Be gone, unclean, evil spirit. Leave me alone,
the power of Christ, himself, the Blood of the Martyrs, God, himself,
orders you to leave."
-over and over -
I close my eyes, aware that anger, fear; all negative emotions are food
to them. My repulse must be totally positive.
I try to think of them as marauding intrusive raccoons who
stumble, motives unclear, into a trespass situation.
There are some who sat the entities forfeit. Their right to "no
attack", physically when they intrude, but they never materialize even
when I know they're PRESENT, physically, I cannot see them. Sometimes a
quick moving shadow or a flash of lights, (as though traffic could
reverberate lights into a room with the blinds shut), is what I imagine
I see. (They either "cloak" the area of their presence, or being at a
higher intelligence and vibration level (not higher morals) they are
simply invisible.) But they're THERE.
Outside of pictures of aliens I've (thankfully)not remembered seeing
one ever. Perhaps I just keep my eyes closed and that explains the
general "blackness" surrounding vivid abduction memories, dreamlike in
A hooded grey stands, tall, by the bed: "GO BACK TO SLEEP - DO NOT
AWAKEN" forces my mind to resume dreaming. I am in blackness.
When I awake, bereft of memories, tired, I swing my legs over the
bedside to reach the floor, and open my eyes.
A voice, in my head, not my own, but much like my own says:
"Time to activate"
That stops me cold as I rise. "Time to activate"?? That's
hardly my jargon, word-salad, choice of words to describe starting another
"Time to activate"
chills me as,(forgive me), EGO - ALIEN to my thought processes. Here again,
I'm left to wander, "What does it mean?" What? (I left as though a "walk
-in" has occurred into my mind psyche; an interloper -possessing - entity. I
refuse the thought; I don't feel any differently.) But that sentence is so
strange it haunts me days, later.
"Time to activate"Am I being monitored? Controlled? It sure feels like "Time to activate"
could be their jargon relating to the stoppage of oversleep pattern into the
consciousness. Or is it replete with psychic or bodily conscious monitoring?
"Time to activate"
What does it mean?!
I feel as though my inviolatible rights; rights over my body and spirit,
have been repeatedly violated.
March - 1999 Just before going to bed I heard footfalls creaking the
floorboards by the closet door. I close my eyes and mentally recite the
Lord's prayer. A vision of a naked woman is flashed into my mind; heavy -set,
voluptuous. As I examine it, eyes closed, I realize that the image is
imposed on me for mental intrusion. I reject the image and try to see Jesus'
face, or the 'Sacred Heart' of love that God has for mankind.
A white macabre mask of "Scream"; the phantom mask, mouth agape, eyes
grimacing looms into my mind. I recognize that, it too, has been imposed,
forced on me, to possibly scare me or answer my thoughts. I turn over in
bed, eyes closed and reject , pityingly and with contempt, the attempt to
startle me, holding a scornful, condescending, judgmental , disapproval of
the entities efforts, I hold the thought of how ridiculous, paltry and
ineffective the attempt at intrusion is.
I drift into sleep, confidently holding those thoughts against the
entities and trust to God and my spirit guides to protect me while I sleep.
"St. Michael, Archangel of all angels, who defended God in Heaven,
against the Devil, I call upon you now to defend us in battle against the
Devil, whom I rebuke, and with God's help, send him to Hell, along with dark
spirits who walk the Earth seeking to destroy men's souls. Amen."
"God, although I am not worthy, send me a guardian angel to protect me from
I ask God to surround me, wrap me, in a bubble of divine grace and light to
protect my soul and body from being tampered with.I ask that this white light of God's Grace and protection come into my soul
to cleanse and purify it. I send out all my negativity, through this white
light, like so much dark smoke, hurting no one. And I ask that God protects
me in this white light, all day and especially, when I sleep, at night.
Please God, protect me this day and every night. Amen."
"St. Lucy, patron saint of blindness, give me vision to sense the
invisible, to see into the darkness, to raise both my arms, in defense,
against the darkness and to have the light, divine light, protect me against
interdimensional, invisible beings, who mean me ill."
I drift off, into an uneasy sleep. . If you BELIEVE strongly, that you are
protected, somehow, they'll leave you alone. Why? Presence of mind is our
greatest weapon; the ridicule factor, is their best 'defense'.
Who, in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with?
Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people. When did thing get worse?
It started at 8:00 P.M., 1995, Saturday night , December 2nd, after a
series of 22 ice storms, we, in New York sustained, that winter. The ground
crunched under my feet; icy -snow- covered sidewalks, underfoot, total, thick
overcast overhead.(Old temperature about 30o, and very little wind)
I glanced up, overhead, coming into my backyard pantry door, dropped my
groceries and stood, arms akimbo, staring up at a strange, but not yet
disturbing or revealing sight. Overhead, a clean, crisp hole was cut into
the overcast, revealing bright stars. It was as though a cookie- cutter had
sliced a clean mile- circular hole, into the cloud - cover above. Everywhere
else was thickly overcast, but almost at zenith was a perfect circle of
clearing. What looked like a red child's balloon floated into view, a bright
red against the stars and outlined blackness. The red balloon stopped,
joined by two more, which joined the first.
All three balloons hung red, overhead, stopped, in the center of the
'hole'. As I stared at neckbreaking zenith, puzzled at their not drifting,
three more floated into view, at the rear of the growing formation, a
flotilla, of red balloons.
All hung motionless overhead as I felt a sense of awe grow; my mouth fell
open with raw wonder. As one more joined, slowly from the rear, assembling
North to South, overhead, a group of Seven escaped red- children's balloons,
hovered in the center of a blackness with bright stars, cut into a heavy
cloud cover. What were they? Balloons drift with the wind; they're not
migrating, hovering birds; what are they!?
I stared in wonder, awe tingling my forehead, stomach and arms.
Their color changed from bright red to light lavender purple, all
together, all at once. Quickly, like minnows in a pond, they peeled off in
pairs, from West to East, heading toward Montauk, and were gone in several
seconds leaving the hole overhead; twinkling with stars; empty.
I am convinced that this "sighting" has everything to do with my
spiritual and mental experiences of high strangeness.
Did they climb down the ladder of my awe to find me? Or is it that my
"sighting' was no 'accident'?
Which one came first, the chicken or the egg? Maybe, it was the farmer
that came first. Was that 'circle' for their needing visibility, or for me,
These meddling, harassing, unseen entities may be, in fact, the occupants
of those 'crafts' I stared at. I cannot be truly alone; they must be many;
like me; aware, resistant, troubled, and amazed.
If nothing else, these 'critters' have renewed wonder, in my life; the
sense of AWE and faith; faith that the spirit world does, indeed, exist, and
not only for malevolent entities. They've also destroyed the actuality and
concept, itself, of getting a "good night's sleep." Sleep is now replete
with danger and loss of control; consciousness and my astral body wander,
unknowing, while I sleep, among beasities and monsters.
My parents always told me, when I awoke from childhood nightmares that
monsters did not exist; not real ones. But they were wrong.
I was always taught; then, reasonably; that there was nothing in the
darkness that wasn't already there in the daylight. They were wrong again.
So with the newfound, long lost, sense of faith and awe comes fear of the
nighttime; the seeming primetime for bedroom visitors' activities.
How do they 'vibrate' a 'soul' out of a body?
(Why bother?) You could simply take a sleeping body.
What are they up to?
Where do they come from?
The human mind- brain is a powerful tool; perhaps it can repulse their
efforts; if I focus.
I am always residually amazed at their psychic -mind -controlling powers;
powers that seem easy enough to unleash on people, during the daylight hours,
not just when they're dreaming, wrapped in self- delusional images. (They
seem to "enter" psychically, when one is in an altered state of awareness;
hypnosis- like, as when one is driving or watching television; when "presence
of mind" is altered, in some way. But sleeptime is commando tactics time,
I thank God and my oversoul that I have rejected anxiety, as a constant
companion, in my life, and now recognize its sudden, free- floating presence
as the signature symptom of psychic- intrusion.
What a revelation, for me, personally; I must avoid evoking anxiety, by
life situations, poor decisions, family disagreements, and calmly trust in a
loving God, no matter what hardships occur; so that I can recognize the EGO-
ALIEN wave, flash of gutbusting anxiety that signals me that they are
"arrived" and already (partially) "inside".
I have been visited by the "Butcher."
Since I began resistance, I've been plagued with multiple, concurrent
mouth infections that required general anesthesia and surgery; and now just a
month later, my internist has confirmed " I can feel your gut coming
through; it's definitely a hernia."
(Pain in both sides of my groin area may mean a Double procedure.) They
mean business. (I am convinced that a good hypnotist is needed to give me
unconscious protective techniques to serve me when I am unconscious, (in
sleep.)) (Can they 'infect' or 'rip' astral frequencies to ruin the body's
I am tempted to stop all psychic resistance and willingly relent if they
will HEAL me, big -time; rather than watch my peripheral health slowly
disintegrate, as I resist.
Their 'demon- like' qualities were reflected in a peculiar incident, one
afternoon, as I was reading; Celtic -Irish accounts of 'elementals', 'earth
-spirits' and 'fairies', who culturally bothered, harassed, visited, and
abducted innocent people.
A thought came to me; "These aliens, these psychic -vampires are
historically like indigenous cockroaches; culturally, they've been
'intrenched' everywhere, and as cockroaches, seek as 'unwanted, unclean,
vermin dangerous to one's health!!" - Celtic folklore.
I was sitting in the same wooden chair, I am writing this now; seated at
a table inlaid with floral- inlaid tile; my chair inches away from a wall
where a Remington Western print and Paul Klee print hang. I got up, turned
to rise and saw a monstrous, sedentary winged adult female cockroach, shiny
in three fully inches of oily, resilient insect, on the wall, inches behind
my recently moved head. I realized the potential for shock, panic, disgust,
horror, fear, revulsion; infestation- anxiety(we are cockroach free); that
those uncontrolled, negative feelings would feed the entity either in
satisfaction or pure psychic energy. I controlled myself.
I walked over to the sink, breathing calmly, controlling my heartbeat and
emotions, and in mild surprise and a modest sense of awe, at their seeming
ability to pluck a creature I'd been thinking about interdimensionally, and
respond to a mere unspoken thought, obviously monitored and appropriately,
albeit evilly, responded to; I got a handful of towel- tissue, grabbed and
drenched tight the enormous sexually mature cockroach and tossed the wad into
the garbage pail, calmly.Laconically, I thought "It's a good thing I didn't think of charging
The point is their omnipresent insidious, evil, mind- reading presence;
I'd much rather be infested by cockroaches, than demons who can pull
cockroaches out of thin air to make a point. The point is;, Evil: they're in
control are telepathic, in nature.
The Christians were right, about "sin"; not the Jews. The Jews say "sin"
is an act; not a thought. (One can think about homosexuality, murder, theft,
rape, but only the Act is sinful; one must not act upon one's evil ideas.)
The Ten Commandments speak only to overt acts, not thoughts. So does the
U.S. law. The Christians believe God reads what is in the soul, or the mind,
to know the inner 'sinner'. The evil is in the thought, itself. They are
right; it's in the mind.I have repeated proof that the unseen spirit world exists, (can be
sinister) and reads minds. Their minds; their motives are murky.
My faith in God has been strengthened, proportionately; with each
troubling experience of high strangeness. If there is a bottom spectrum of
unseen evil, as a bottom, there MUST be a top spectrum of goodness and divine
I have been snuck into (God's)faith by the back door. Only God knows, I
One of the off- shoots of harassment and other- worldly experiences, be
it ghosts, revealing spirit -mediums, UFO abductions, is spiritual growth for
the 'victim'. I don't believe that these 'creatures', harassing, malevolent,
deceptive, are spirit guides who evolve our spirituality, but that such
'growth' is incidental to experiences of high strangeness.Fairies, Jinns, aliens, are molesting entities, difficult and dangerous
to 'shake'. But the power of the mind, as a tool; to rebuke them,
positively, in protection, is not enough. Divine protection brings hope.
Physical and psychic resistance?
Pinched nerves, ripped stomach muscles, infected areas of the mouth,
nosebleeds, (Copius and left nostriled). Nightmares and exhaustion and
tremors in the leg are the psychical ailments I've suffered concurrent with
realization and resistance techniques.
I know it's no coincidence and I'm only marginally paranoid, even after all
these odd experiences. But I feel I've been thwarting the farmer's efforts
to 'milk' me and the 'butcher' has been sent to lend ailment spitework, into
the equation. I wish I could cause them BEREAVEMENT.
Anxiety- levels high, nervous late one night, hours before bed, aware of
them, intrigued. Enconched in the ironic sense of their plaguing
omnipresence, I posed a question playfully, internally; "Who was I physically
in my previous lifetime?" I wondered, since they tamper with souls,
throughout, and harass, intergenerately, in families, as well, that they have
bothered me in previous soul experiences, as well as in this one. It was a
frivolous, teasing, tangentially curious question, I asked, myself; never
realizing that I would be provided and answer, of sorts. I relived it.
That night, I had a strange breathtakingly vivid dreamlike flash; unlike
an evolving dream scenario, it was a five- second- long lightning flash,
which was so short and so bright that like lightning, the scenes immediate
afterimages have lingered without revealing the whole landscape. I was in
mortal terror, panicked. I was in heartpounding transit running fast through
a series of apartment rooms whose corner windows overlooked what looked like
a second story modern street scene; cars moved among the parked vehicles.
The sunlight outside was bright, running, dry- mouthed, wide- eyed, gasping,
in fear. I fearfully rounded the street corner and ran past a hall mirror,
on the wall, before I reached for the doorknob, in desperate haste to leave
the flat. In that mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself running for my life;
as the door opened heart pounding; in full flight, the scene turned to
Inside - The person who ran was me; me in every feeling and nuance and
thought, me in attitudes, likes and inclinations.
Outside - The picture, the lighting flash afterimage of the person in the
mirror was a young girl of twenties, with blues and blonde hair of medium
length, small in stature, pinched thin features clutching a bright red
I awoke realizing immediately that my question, seriously considered, had
been given, fractional. Had they imposed these images, or 'retrieved' them
form my subconscious? Was it a lie?
(I was stunned that I was to admit believe that the personality's nature,
is unalterable; that much could be called the soul.)
What troubled me was that I had received a powerful answer on many
levels. The may have monitored "me" in previous lifetimes when I was not
"me" but really still was "me".Why were they interested in one's soul? Can they "Splinter" the soul and
kindle new flames from those sparks to create new souls for their own
purposes; the way they would treat sperm or egg, baby samples, to create new
somatic creatures?I remember a voice in m y head: "You are an old soul; a very old soul ."
When I was nine or ten, school was immersing and enveloping. Once,
during class, in the midst of grade school, in the fourth grade, during
class, I realized that I had floated out of my body and, looking both ways to
see, gauge, what reactions my classmates had to this miracle, and discovering
none, whatsoever, floated up in delight and flew around the ceiling of the
room. I saw all my classmates, below, engaged in animated conversation.
Wild joy gripped my heart and I drifted through the large paned school
windows unseen. I flew over buildings, chimneys, rooftop- advertisements,
streets, the exhilaration of 'flying felt deep' in my gut, wide eyed with
Somehow, I was suddenly sitting, back in class. The teacher questioning
meaninglessly and I wondered how I'd returned. Nobody had known I was gone.
I blinked and stared, looking around, feeling very peculiar; I had left the
class, been outside and I knew I hadn't just merely imagined such a thing. I
never mentioned this to anyone. Not even myself.
Giordano Bruno- February 1600 (burned at the stake by Church Bishops for
teachings against the Church)
exist! Innumerable earths circle around their suns, no worse and no less
inhabited than this globe of ours. For no reasonable mind can assume that
heavenly bodies that may be far more magnificent than ours would not bear
upon them creatures similar or even superior to those upon our human
Dr. Gary Lincoff and
his wife, Susan were boating on North Conway Lake in New Hampshire, near the
North Conway mines, on May 13, 1998. The paddled into a deep hidden canyon,
entering between huge boulders which formed a narrow gateway. They had been
there before and made love in the wild flowers in a field. They pulled the
boat up onto the narrow beach shadowed by overhanging willows and had a cold
lunch of chicken and white wine. It was a pristine landscape to wander in
and dream. Soon they felt the air vibrate strongly like an explosion's
"What in God's name was that?" Susan asked.
Her husband answered, "I'll bet it's a shockwave from a dynamite explosion
at the North Conway mine."
"But there was no sound, and we're miles and miles from the mine."
He thought for a moment, "You're goddamned right."
He climbed the boulder behind him and he said, "I should be able to figure
out what has happened if I can see out over the lake from up there."
"You'll probably fall and kill yourself," his wife warned.
After hard climbing he reached the top which was split and he could look out
through a sharp cleft in the rock. Two large, shiny, round craft floated on
the water just beyond the narrow entrance to the cove. What he had seen was
so unbelievable that he scrambled down to get his wife. Both climbed to the
well hidden perspective. Both craft were fifty to sixty feet wide, about
twenty feet thick at the center and fifteen feet thick at the rim. Round,
black-edged ports covered the rim at a distance of every four feet. On the
top sides, hatch covers were open and moving slowly around its surface were
spindly creatures who moved in unison like robots. On both ships over their
heads from a central position was a slowly rotating hoop-shaped object.
When the hoop reached a point directly opposite the husband and wife it
stopped. So did the creatures. They stared toward the couple's hiding place
and remained motionless.
The husband pulled at his wife's dress, "Jesus, get down." Both did. They
were sure the creatures had spotted them. They hid until they noticed that a
deer below had come to the water's edge to drink. They hoped that the
strange creatures were watching the deer and they rose for another look. The
hoop was rotating once more, operated by a creature standing below it, who
wore a small, scarlet head covering. All were small and wore close-fitting
dark suits and blue helmets.
One creature placed a shiny green hose in the water, drawing in water and at
the same time discharging something from another hose.
Again the hoop stopped and all the figures froze. They stared toward the
couple on the rock. Husband and wife ducked and counted to thirty before
they inched up for another look. Two hours later, dazed and confused,
missing time, the couple ambled back into their boat and headed for home.
They were both grim faced and neither spoke for the whole trip back, and the
further they traveled from the lake, the more their amnesia of the incident
That night, as his son slept, he stole into the bedroom and removed three
books by J.M.Barrie; he felt strongly protective and oddly repulsed by the
idea of Peter Pan, a never-aging figure who comes down from the sky and
floats children out of their bedroom, accompanied by a little ball of light: