So many strange unexplained events happened so long ago. As a small child growing up, all things experienced just seem a part of life and it is a part of the growing process. How does one so young and small know any difference, that something is not part of the everyday normal? But as time goes on, a realization sets in that something isn’t right. Not all things are “normal.” Trying to describe these events is extraordinarily difficult since there are not words to describe the events and the sense of what they were like. There is nothing on Earth to compare this situation to. As I grew older, it became a secret to keep. I didn’t understand most of it. I just couldn’t talk about it; how could I talk about “it?”
I have always said alien abduction does not happen in a vacuum. As sneaky as these alien Beings are, not all of their activities go unnoticed. Many events can be explained away with a simple explanation that will appease the mind and the senses so everyone’s lives can go back to that treasured spectacle which is the ideal of normalcy of life. The human mind is very good at explaining things away so everything can go back to the way it should be. It helps us sleep at night knowing that everything is as it should be.
There was one person who recognized that something unusual was happening to me as I was growing up and was as perplexed about it as I was -- my mom. Moms know everything, don’t they? They always seem to know what you did before you realized you actually did it. I think everyone who had a mom can attest to that motherly super power. She knew something unusual was going on with me but couldn’t figure it out. She saw strange things happening with me that were not happening with my sister. I was definitely different. Mom sought help from everybody she could think of: teachers, clergy, friends, therapists, family, and the usual kinds of outlets, but with no answers. Nobody could explain the strange things that she observed.
I want to write about a few things that relate to both of us and our experience. We lived in the country. And I do mean the country. We had no immediate neighbors. We had nobody around. We had several acres of land. I’m talking total isolation in the country: dirt roads, no street lamps, no sidewalks, nothing. A farmer owned the land all around us. My parents’ families thought they were nuts to build a house so far out in the wilderness but they did it anyway. That’s the way we rolled, so to speak.
When I was very young, my father worked the night shift in town which was many miles away. A very strange thing would occur on some nights. My mother would hear voices outside of the house. She said it sounded like several voices which would get closer and louder. Here we were a mom and two little kids alone in the country with nobody around and she hears people outside the house. It scared her so much she called the police. This is a huge event. To be scared so much to actually call the police. The police came and searched the area but they could not find anything. The only explanation the cops could come up with is that perhaps some people were having a party some ways away and somehow their voices carried just right to make it seem like it was happening right outside the house. The voices would return several times but my mom only called the police the one time. There was no explanation for those events.
I also have a memory of that time period that is very disturbing and I have never forgotten it. It was at night; my mother is upstairs in one of the bedrooms in the corner. She is crouched down holding a rifle across her chest and she is staring straight ahead. Her eyes are big and round; I have never seen her look like that before. She was beyond scared of something, totally terrified of something. It looked like she was staring at something that was behind me. I was trying to get her to move and she wouldn’t move. She wouldn’t look at me. She was like a statue. She was frozen clutching the rifle with both hands. I could move, I was touching her with my right hand and trying to move her. Nothing worked. Then I have no memory of anything more; but I never forgot that. Why was she frozen in fear like a statue? What made her get the gun out of the closet? What made her crouch in the corner with the rifle? Why couldn’t I get her to move?
My mother was sensitive to what was happening to me even though neither of us could explain it. There was a time I had left my room to go outside. It was during the day in the summertime. My mother had gone into my room and she started screaming. She was screaming that there was “something” in my room and it panicked her. I felt terrible. I didn’t want to talk about it. It was something we were not supposed to talk about. I had to dismiss it and explain it away to myself. That is what I was supposed to do. She knew “they” were in the room. She could sense their presence and this would occur many times over the years. But this was more than a feeling of a presence. These alien Beings have the ability to camouflage themselves so they can’t be seen but they sure can be felt. An abductee can feel their presence. It is a very particular sensation. My mom knows this feeling. Alien abduction doesn’t happen in a vacuum. There are indeed witnesses but no one cares to listen about this aspect.
As we talked about this incident now, mom mentions that while she was in my room, she could feel something watching her and staring at her from my closet in the bedroom. She knew exactly where this was coming from in the room. This was more than the sensation of a presence and every time she talks about it, she gets the same feeling and sensation all over again and it totally unnerves her just as it did all those years ago. This information about the closet was fascinating for me because I have been plagued with dreams about that closet in that bedroom. I have written pages and pages of dreams associated with that closet and how there is something in there that isn’t right or that something is trying to tell me something from that closet. What a perfect place for a camouflaged alien to hide in to observe their prey, a bedroom closet where they are out of the way and would not be disturbed.
When the truth came out about what had been happening to me for all of these years, my mother felt relief after dealing with the shock of non-human beings interfering with our lives. She felt vindicated. There was vindication after all those years. Finally, we knew what it was. She knew something was happening all along but there was no one with any answers to help us deal with it. Vindication can be a healing thing and I’m glad it finally came for both of us. My mom did the best she could in trying to deal with the unknown.
A mother knows what is going on with her children. We did the best we could in dealing with a force that most of humanity doesn’t even know exists. To me, that is a hell of a mother and I was very lucky indeed.