What I Know And What I Think I Know About Alien Abductions

What do I know about the Alien Abduction phenomenon? What do any of us really know? This is an area where facts are few and far between, and the gaps are often filled in either by our own imaginations or some form of suggestion.

It’s a fact that people are having abduction experiences. These are happening worldwide, and it strikes me as absurd to dismiss all these reports as some sort of media induced mass hallucination.  Hallucinations do not leave physical scars or implants behind in a body. Dismissing such evidence out of hand, when there is such an abundance of it from researchers like Budd Hopkins or Roger Leir, is unscientific to say the least.

And that is where the facts end for the most part. Granted, if I believe people are being abducted, then I also believe that someone/something is causing those abductions, but who or what are these beings really? Are they aliens from another planet as they often tell us or is that just an illusion they pick because our minds are willing to accept it as truth.

Whatever these beings are, it’s a fact that they are illusionists. They often show experiencers various scenarios of the world ending. Some of them were even foolish enough to put dates on them. If you do some research on alien predictions or channeled alien predictions you can find many stories of cataclysms that should have happened in the 90’s or 2000 or more recently 2012. At one time I tried to keep track of them, but it quickly became an exercise in futility.

Since they are illusionists and elaborate ones at that. It makes the entire memory of the experience suspect. How do I know what I’m remembering is what really happened or just some kind of post hypnotic suggestion they left behind?

Another fact is that they do use some form of hypnosis or suggestion to repress memories of abductions. It could be argued that the human brain might be creating this repression itself because it can’t deal with the trauma of being abducted, and I won’t dispute that. However, in my own experiences I have had the beings use some form of hypnotic suggestion to get me to comply with their wishes.

The combination of these facts leads me to the obvious conclusion that I cannot trust anything these entities show or tell me. Nor can I trust any information given to any other researcher, because none of us have a means to filter out the truth from illusions.

I did not mention the breeding program in my facts listed above, because I still have my doubts about it. I don’t doubt that they are harvesting genetic material from us, but whether or not they’re making hybrids? Given the likelihood that these beings have been doing this for centuries, and the sheer size of the phenomenon, they should have been able to replace the entire human race with hybrids by now.

If they’re trying to save their own race by some sort of gene splicing or genetic manipulation, then they’re really, really incompetent, as once again they should have been able to accomplish this years ago. They’re supposed to be so far ahead of us technologically, yet we’ve accomplished a great deal (for better or worse) with our genetic manipulations.

Or is it that they are our creators, having genetically uplifted us from apes many millennia ago and they’re tweaking us now to keep us going. Since there are seven billion of us on the planet, we’re certainly not dying out. Perhaps they are trying to increase our brain power or our lifespans or even eliminate male pattern baldness? Since there has been such a mish mash of stories from these beings, I would be hard pressed to believe anything beneficial from them.

So that’s what I know about the alien abduction phenomenon, now here’s what I believe about it. I’m gladly submit that everything I say her may be wrong and my opinions are subject to change without notice.

I believe that these beings are fascinated by human emotions and that many of these abductions, including the medical ones, are actually just a means to draw some type of reaction from us. The abductions generate fear and horror, as does the medical procedures. Some of the sexual practices draw up feelings of humiliation and shame. Some of the aliens showing people babies draws up strong maternal/paternal feelings. I almost never hear of a boring alien encounter, there are always some powerful emotions involved, and that strikes me as being very important.

I believe these beings are not from outer space or any particular planetary system, but actually inhabit the same space as us, but on a different vibrational plane. Don Juan, in the Carlos Casteneda books described the Earth as being layered like an onion. I imagine these beings coming through from one of the nearby onion layers.

I believe their agenda is entirely selfish. I don’t believe they have any sort of benevolent intentions towards us, nor do I think it’s deliberately malicious. A cat is not evil when it toys with a mouse before killing it, although the mouse would probably disagree. The cat is simply being a cat and doing what it has always done. I believe these beings are the same way, they do what they do for reasons we can’t fathom, but ultimately, it’s because they are what they are.

What would our interactions be like if we were meeting them on a level playing field? I suspect that they’re not interested in such things, at least not the one’s who are abducting people while they sleep. To the greater multiverse, these creatures may only be cosmic mosquitoes, looking for easy victims to feed on. Empowering ourselves sours the milk, we are no longer going to react with extreme levels of emotion, but will act firmly and decisively instead.

Finally, I believe that we have the power to stop them. I suspect the only reason that they can do what they do here, is because so many of us have lost touch with our own inherent psychic power. K and I drove them from our lives by firmly refusing to be taken. Other people have done this as well, Ann Druffel has written a book called How To Defend Yourself Against Alien Abductions which is a must read for anyone who wants to stop these experiences.

I will never claim to have all the answers when it comes to these events. However, I have great faith in the human spirit, in our capacity to grow and learn. This area of the paraphysical is the next great frontier, although it’s been explored by Shamans for centuries, so it’s not completely uncharted.  I am fortunate in that I have had many positive paraphysical experiences before the abduction phenomenon entered my life. I firmly believe though, that I will rise above the trauma of my abductions and find some of the greater treasures that are still waiting to be discovered.


Repressed Memory Surfaces, Goes Away, Surfaces Again

I am an experiencer. I’m not sure if I’ve made that clear in this blog before, but both Kay and I have some experiences with the entities most commonly known as the Grays.

My experiences with the Grays are not pleasant, and to be honest I don’t remember most of them. I believe they took place over a 3 or 4 year period when we were living in California. I won’t go into all of those experiences now, but I will share them in future posts as they become relevant.

The memory I want to share now, is something that surfaced originally over ten years ago. The weird thing is I can’t remember it directly, I can only remember, remembering it. If that makes no sense to you, then please bear with me.

Back before November of 2001, I was driving home from my job on a stretch of highway that had a farm with large piles of fertilizer right near the road. The smell of the stuff was overpowering, especially if you didn’t close your windows and put the car vents on recycle prior to getting near it.

While driving along, I was passing this farm and began to sneeze violently. The act of sneezing triggered a memory of me passing the same area months or years earlier, in a Pontiac Fiero that I used to own. While driving the Fiero, I had a sneezing fit, and I felt something solid inside the tissue I was using.

It was dark out and I turned on the overhead light to look at it. One end of it was bright blue, like the old Bic pen caps, and that was the first thing that ran through my mind, that I somehow had a pen cap up my nose. It was smaller though, less than an inch long, and shaped like a pill. The other side of it was clear, and I couldn’t tell if there was anything inside of it. The whole thing was mixed with a lot of mucous and a little blood, I was still driving at this time and only glanced at it quickly while keeping my eyes on the road ahead.

I promptly wrapped the item back in the tissue, and completely forgot about it, until that second sneezing fit brought it back into my mind. Once remembered, I fully intended to tell Kay when I got home that day, except that I couldn’t.

Every time I tried to mention it, it was like I went completely mute. I couldn’t write about it, speak of it or hint at it indirectly, because something in my brain would just cause me to lock up and be silent, until the subject changed and I would forget about it. The memory would slip away the same way that dreams often do upon waking.

Every so often it would be triggered again, and the frustration of not being able to communicate it was really annoying me. This week, it surfaced while in the car again, only Kay was driving this time. I was in the passenger’s side with my head back because I had a cold. I desperately wanted to say something, but was unable to, it was almost like being paralyzed because I couldn’t will myself to write it or signal her about it in any way. After a few minutes, she said something completely unrelated, and it slipped away again as I was able to answer her with no problem.

Finally, this morning, when we were listening to the opening remarks at the Experiencer’s Speak 2013 conference on Youtube, something the speaker said triggered the memory again. This time though, I could move, and I opened an email and started writing about it.

As I was writing, I realized that I could actually talk about it. I began to tell Kay, but I still felt the resistance lingering, like I wasn’t supposed to be talking about this. As I got the story out though I felt a great sense of relief.  As disturbed as I should be about the original event, I was more disturbed over the fact that I was not able to talk about it for over ten years.

Now at least I can say: What the hell was in my nose?! And once it was out, did the beings replace it? I believe that whatever form of suggestion they used, also had me forget about it in that original tissue so long ago.  I’m not sure why I was able to finally breakthrough and talk about it. Perhaps these commands weaken over time, since it has been a very long time since I had any sort of encounter. A more disturbing idea is that I was allowed to speak of it because it fit into some preset program they left in my head.

I can’t even say for sure that it was the Grays who put this thing up in my nasal cavity. It’s my best guess of course, but unless I remember when and how it was implanted I’m completely in the dark about its origin. Like so many things in the paraphysical, I’m left with way more questions than answers.