If you have read the rest of my blog and/or seen one of the shows I host Explaining Esoterica or Esoterica Street…you will notice that while I touch on a variety of topics, that there is an undercurrent of the search for Extraterrestrials. In this space, I plan to explore Ufology, updates on the subject, and when/if we will ever get true disclosure. Honestly, to be upfront, I believe that there are aliens and that they have been to earth. I know that idea is semi-controversial, because to acknowledge a belief that ETs have been (and are) here is also indirectly stating the belief that something is being hidden from us. Following that logic, it’s easy to go down the rabbit hole of who is hiding what information and why. While It’s possible I will touch those topics, really my focus is less on why it’s being kept from us, and more on WHAT we will find out and HOW that might affect us before and after that information is finally revealed and accepted by the majority of the population. Yes, I know that a percentage of people who believe in an extraterrestrial (or interdimensional) presence exists, but until we reach the tipping point into the majority, it remains a fringe topic.
My belief in ETs stems directly from an experience I had as a young child. I’ve told this story a few times, but I tend to glaze over some of the detail, since I try to focus more on the fact that an experience happened rather than what actually happened. I was very young when this happened, but I have been able to piece things together from my own memory and also that of my parents. The effect that this experience has had on me even into my adulthood has been profound.
The experience happened at about the age of 4, so that would place it sometime in 1989/1990. I apologize for not having the exact date, it’s not really something that I felt I needed to document at the time, and my parents and I just wanted to forget (which we obviously never did!). I recall waking up, on a normal weekend morning and head to our kitchen to see my parents. My mother was at the stove, cooking breakfast, and my father was sitting in the preceding formal dining room, which lies between the hallway I was standing in, and the kitchen I saw my mother in. My brain knew something was wrong at this moment, you see, my father did not read the newspaper in that room, in fact we didn’t use that room at all. The correct placement of my father would have been in the kitchen nook on the other side of the kitchen, at our more comfortable wooden table. I began to question where my sister was, since she is older and would have also been eating breakfast. I verbally spoke to both of them to ask why my father was sitting at the wrong table, and also to question the whereabouts of my sister. Neither of them acknowledged me in anyway, nor the presence of each other. This caused a strong fear response, so I began to yell at them to get their attention, and attempt to run up to them, however, it was as if they were behind glass I couldn’t pass through. In fact, I specifically remember laying on the tile right at the doorway to the dining room begging my father to see me, as I tried desperately to reach across the threshold. I then stood up and looked to my immediate right, and that was where I saw them. Three extraterrestrials, two that were probably about six inches taller than me, and the third that was probably about three inches taller than me standing in front of the other two. However, they were all clearly of the same species, unfortunately, one I have not heard anyone else speak about or describe. They were distinctly red. To my young brain it was almost as if they were made of solid lava. Not appearing to be liquid, but rather that their flesh was almost translucent and glowing reds and oranges. The only clothing on them were belts around their midsections, which seemed to help with gravity, though that is speculation on my part. They had no noses, very small mouths, and eyes that are larger than ours had the same translucent quality as the rest of their body…it was almost as if their features almost blended in with their flesh. As soon as I noticed them, my house fell away, and I was alone with these 3 ETs in a room. For those first moments, I was more transfixed by them, since they were unlike anything I had ever seen before. I started to panic though, once I realized what was going on and the “leader” grabbed my arm which I remember burning terribly. Next thing I knew, I was in my bed, that same night, alone, with a throbbing arm. A light was coming from the window next to me, I remember looking at the wall in front of me, seeing the shadow of my mini blinds being cast by a blue light outside the window. I was able to move, but scared to exit my bed, since I didn’t know what was out there. Instead I attempted to call out to my parents to come help me, but my vocal cords refused to work. Please note, this was NOT sleep paralysis, because I could and did move around my bed, it was strictly my voice that failed me. I tried desperately for a few minutes, before I could finally yell out for my mother. She came into my room, and upon seeing how utterly frightened I was, brought me to sleep with her and my father in their room. As I climbed into bed with them, them both remarked on how cold my body was.
In the immediate aftermath, my parents fully acknowledged that it happened. In fact, my mother even commented on the blue light coming from outside our house that she noticed when she entered my room. My arm also still hurt, in fact, I ended up with a pretty substantial scoop mark, that I still have to this day. The trauma of the experience was so big that I couldn’t talk about my experience for years without anxiety, and in fact had a phobia of aliens. Anytime someone would ask me what I feared, it was never spiders or heights…only aliens. At one point my sister even obtained an inflatable grey and hid it in my room to scare me several times, and it worked! The movie release of “Fire in the Sky”in 1993, and the episode of “Unsolved Mysteries” covering the Allagash Abductions in 1994 triggered me, causing an obsession over the fear that they would take me again at any moment. This triggering continued into my early 20’s, I didn’t even try to watch “Signs”, and “Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull” and “Knowing” both caused me severe anxiety forcing me to leave the room (or theater in the case of Crystal Skull). I think looking back on that anxiety, a part of me was afraid that if I thought of aliens, that they would take me again.
Now, I bet at this point you are wondering what changed and why in the world I am itching for disclosure and even more in-person contact with ETs. That brings me full circle to this whole project of “Explaining Esoterica”. You see, in my mid 20’s I started to really focus on my psychic and spiritual development. It was at that time, I had a shift in perspective on my abduction experience, and perhaps even some explanation from the ETs themselves (though that is arguable!). I realized that if they really wanted to hurt me then or anytime since, that they would have already. They used a simulation of my parents when I was young in an attempt to keep me calm,obviously it backfired and caused me more trauma. Why they gave me the scoop mark in my arm is unclear to me at this point, perhaps they were taking a sample for some reason, or another possibility is that they removed something that was placed there by someone else. I can say that right after the incident occurred, I was taken to the doctor to check out the scoop mark, and her response was “Well…it’s there and we can’t really do anything about it.” I don’t know where in the universe they originated from, but I have a feeling that it is actually pretty far away from earth. I know that more happened in the encounter than I can remember, and I have plans to undergo regression to obtain the rest of the story.
Until then, I will keep my eyes on the sky, and keep this blog updated with the latest news in Ufology.