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This isn’t something that I’ve shared publicly before. Although it has haunted me, it just wasn’t, well, it just wasn’t the kind of thing that I wanted others to know. Even though it’s the 90’s and we see Madonna pregnant on t.v. and read daily about the breakdown of morals and respect, there are still some things that are taboo, off limits.
But the movie Independence Day and the determination that a meteor from Mars may have traces of life have changed what’s acceptable for discussion. People’s consciousness has been raised and we’re willing to consider lots of new things and odd ideas. At least I hope we are. OK, here goes.
I was abducted by aliens.
It happened years ago, back in the mid-70’s.
I told no one about it at first, because I was convinced it was a dream. Then, a few days later I saw the burn marks on my shoulders.
They were in the same place that I’d thought I’d dreamt about the prods touching me. And then I found the puncture mark in my stomach, where I’d thought I’d dreamt about the needle probing me. By that time I was afraid to tell anyone what had happened.
I remember that night as though it was yesterday. Candidly, I’m not sure whether that’s because the memory is still so vivid and clear or whether it is because I continue to dream about what happened, night after night after night. was at one of the Teacher Leadership retreats, held out at the Cedar Creek Retreat Center, near Hermann, MO.
It was the first weekend in August, a Friday evening. Late at night, after everyone else had gone to bed, I was sitting on the lawn, in a white wrought-iron metal chair, smoking a cigar and finishing my beer.
It was a typical August night, hot and quiet with humidity hanging in the air.
The smoke from my cigar didn’t even drift away, it just seemed to stay in the air around me, like a cloud.
Then I remember feeling a bit chilly and being aware of a blue light that surrounded me.
I looked to the cabin where the rooms were, but it was dark.
The light became brighter and, yet, a darker blue at the same time.
I was startled at first and, I remember, then grew a bit nervous and a little apprehensive.
Then I became really scared because I tried to move and found that I couldn’t.
I was frozen, unable to even turn my head.
I remember that could hear my heart pounding but couldn’t move even a finger. Then, slowly, I felt myself rising.
The entire bench and I were going upwards into the blue light.
I remember, oddly, being less scared the higher we got.
I really couldn’t tell how high we were going because I was unable to turn my head or even look down.
But although I couldn’t move, somehow I could see where I was going.
There was a giant white circle, a huge disk really, above me.
The blue light was pulling me into the disk.
The journey seemed like an eternity but somehow I knew it was only a matter of seconds. By the time I entered the disk I wasn’t nervous at all, but very relaxed, sort of how I feel sitting in the dentist’s chair after the Novocain has taken over.
The last thing that I remember seeing was four or five beings, not quite people, but living forms of some kind, standing around me.
They were pale white in color and sort of fuzzy shaped.
It was hard to tell where their bodies started and stopped and what was the space around them.
While their bodies were small and slight their heads were very large and had no features except giant almond-shaped black eyes.
The eyes had no pupils or eyelids; they were just black shiny orbs. And while they had no mouths and nothing moved on their faces, somehow I knew that they were talking to me. “Don’t be afraid,” they told me, “we just want to get to know you.” My body was frozen, my lips couldn’t move, now I was flat on a table, but somehow I remember asking them what they wanted to know. “Just ask me!” I shouted, not moving my lips, but they didn’t respond.
My mind shouted to them but there was no answer.
Then I remember being hung by some tiny wires that were attached with prods to my shoulders and I remember someone sticking a needle into my stomach.
They used caliper-type objects to measure me and, more than once they rolled a thin silver tube over my body.
When it touched me, its so clear even today, I was very cold, so cold that it hurt.
Then everything went dark.
The next thing I knew I was at the Cedar Creek Retreat Center, on the bench again, feeling like I had fallen asleep.
My cigar was nowhere to be found and when I stood, I felt weak. At first I thought was just tired and went to bed.
But I didn’t sleep well. That night, and for weeks later, I had the same dream every night.
A few days later while taking a shower I found the burn marks on my shoulder.
Then I looked and found the puncture mark on my stomach.
The marks are still there today. Until now I’ve not told anyone about this for obvious reasons.
I was sure that no one would believe me.
But I am hoping that the attention on aliens and our asking “Are we alone?” will let experiences like mine help educate all of us. Oh yes, the one thing I left out is that when I was in the disk I saw a glimpse of the alien that seemed to be in charge.
He was a bit to the side and smaller than the others, with some sort of wide, shellshaped objects protruding from the sides of his head.
While he didn’t speak either, it was clear that the others were listening and deferring to him. At one point he held up a square, flat square object with a grid and lines on it, using it to explain what he wanted them to do.
When that happened, I remember, I knew for sure that I had been abducted.
I recognized the one in charge.
It was Ross Perot.
Originally published in The Times of Skinker-DeBaliviere, September 1996.
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