The other day we posted Katy Walker’s UFO film clip that was captured while she and her crew were working on a documentary on synchronicity. In our exchange of e-mails about the incident, she offered her opinion about why the brief sighting was recorded.
“My explanation for the UFO clip is that my higher self/spirit guides recorded this projection to prove their existence not only to me but to others that are on the fence,” Katy said. “These various synchronicities have also opened my mind to the realization that not only do we have entities helping us, but we have many working against us.”
That comment led me think about people who are on the fence about UFOs, meaning of course that they’re not sure what to think about the subject. Of course, there are many. No doubt they are in the majority, and some of you coming here might well be among them. So I’d like to take a moment to address the ‘fence sitters.’
Let’s say you have some doubts about the reality of UFOs and alien abductions. You’ve never seen a UFO or had any kind of encounter. But you’ve heard the stories and wondered why anyone would make up such crazy tales. And why there apparently are so many people telling similar stories.
Possibly, someone whose judgment you trust has voiced a skeptical opinion on this subject: There are no space crafts from elsewhere visiting this planet and therefore no one is being abducted by aliens. Even if you tend to agree with that opinion, and many people do so at this time, there’s something disturbingly bizarre going on. Hundreds of thousands of people, possibly millions in the United States alone, believe they have been taken aboard alien space craft and subjected to experiments and medical procedures. So what’s that all about?
But wait, you say. If that were true, why isn’t the FBI looking into these cases? And where are the witnesses? Aren’t these so-called abductions simply vivid dreams or dream paralysis, imagination induced by hypnosis, hoaxes, or cases of mental illness?
Actually, studies have shown abductees are no more prone to mental illness than the rest of the population. Many abductees recall their experiences, or parts of them, without hypnosis, and many were awake and not in bed when they were abducted, making the dream scenario irrelevant. Since most abductees avoid publicity and don’t want their names used, it seems unlikely they would perpetrate hoaxes. Regarding witnesses, abductions are typically discreet and witnesses tend to become abductees themselves. Such witnesses might have their memory of the incident erased or a screen memory implanted.
It’s a complicated matter, and it’s best to let the experiencers tell their stories so we can better understand what is happening. That’s why we like to put up their stories from time to time. Here’s a recent one from a 43-year-old man, we’ll call Maurice, who heard us discussing Aliens in the Backyard on Coast to Coast.
Maurice says he has experienced something so strange that he has a hard time believing it himself. It began when he was five year old in 1975, and his mother was pregnant. At the time she gave birth to his sister, his parents sent him and his other sister to their grandparent’s house. That’s where it first happened.
“I clearly recall playing in the basement with my tricycle. I looked at the window and I saw six grey metallic boots and tight metallic pants covering very skinny legs. It was late because it was dark.
“I was suddenly covered by a milky white light and I don’t remember anything else. To this day, I can’t go down that basement myself. I shift into a panic mode just at the thought of going down those stairs. This is but one of the numerous unpleasant memories of abductions that haunt me.”
So is Maurice just making up this story to entertain us? We don’t think so. We’ll include more on this story in our next book, The Synchronicity Highway, that comes out later this year.
We welcome comments, of course, especially from those ‘on the fence.’
I think the problem is with anything paranormal – if I can call UFOs that for convenience – is that some people do make up stories for various reasons, so it muddies the waters. This applies to other ‘mysteries’ as well such as mediums, remote viewing, clairvoyants, crop circles and so on – some of the ‘experiences’ are untrue.
I feel that even some of those with a genuine talent in this direction are sometimes ‘creative’ with what they say and write. They usually do this because they want to ‘perform’ whether they are receiving anything or not.
It’s therefore easy for debunkers to find fault if they search for it. It’s the same with UFOs. Until a government dares to come out and confirm that there are UFOs and aliens many will continues to sit on that fence.
The fears Maurice has are common among abductees, in one way or another, depending on the experiences during the abductions, memories which are buried in our subconscious but emerge as “unreasonable fears”. Even today, I will not drive down a dark road at night when in the car by myself, if there are no streetlights and no houses or businesses on the road. I have a deep-seated fear of being taken in such places. And I’m an ‘old person’ now, yet still have that fear. I also have always had a slight case of agoraphobia, and when I was a little girl, when my family would go to visit friends or family in other towns and it was bedtime, without exception I would always get sick to my stomach, have a completely irrational terror, and would get out of whatever bed where I was supposed to be sleeping and go sobbing into my parent’s room and beg to go home. Even today, unless my hubby and/or sons are with me, I can’t sleep in motels or at other folks’ houses when we travel without being terrified. It’s an absurd fear, but one I haven’t been able to conquer. And just to answer unasked questions, I was NEVER abused (by humans). The curious thing here is that I never had that night-terror when I visited my dad’s Mother’s home in South Georgia. However, that big house was always filled with lots of cousins and aunts and uncles, so I suppose I felt protected by the presence of so many folks….or, felt safe for some unknown reason in the house where my dad grew up. Who knows.
Apparently our adults weren’t aware that we were gone. Remember, that was a completely different kind of time and environment. Children could go outside and play without supervision and fear of being kidnapped, etc., especially in our own yards and in groups and in our particular community. This was in the 1950s. One of our rules by parents was that we had to stay out of the street and in the front or back yards of the neighboring houses, which we did, so Moms and Dads and Grandparents didn’t worry about us. They knew we were OK. We obeyed the curfew to be in the houses just before dark, but after supper were allowed to go back outside to catch “lightning bugs”, etc, so long as there was the group of us and not just one or two. (None of us went back outside that night. I do recall that, and it was unusual because catching fireflies in Mason jars was a favorite thing for us to do. ) Children then had much, much more unsupervised freedoms because the dangers that exist now didn’t exist then. Apparently none of our folks had any idea we weren’t in the big yards anywhere and weren’t concerned unless we didn’t come in before dark.
Obviously, I’m not on the fence, but have a comment. Every summer, my sister and I went to Atlanta from Montgomery to spend two weeks with our grandparents. When I was nine, my older sister and I were outside IN THE DAYTIME playing with the neighbor kids….there were seven of us…and we were picking blackberries from a thicket between the yards. All of us were suddenly frightened….we never remembered why, except there was a strong wind all around us when it had previously been a dry hot windless day….then just as suddenly it was almost dark, which was curfew time for all of us to go inside our separate houses, and we were in the blackberry thicket with half-filled buckets. Next morning, all seven of us woke up with projectile vomiting and all of us had identical deep scratch marks on our wrists. (No, the scratches didn’t come from the blackberry bushes!) We had lost approximately three hours, from late-afternoon until twilight, and none of us could recall anything during that timeframe except having been terrified by the wind just before the memory lapse. To this day I can’t even look at blackberries, and all my life I’ve had a death-phobia of nausea, which is ridiculous for an RN but the phobia is so profound I haven’t been able to allow myself to be hynotized to access its source. I go into a panic attack just thinking about being sick to my stomach. Debunkers and fence-sitters would say we seven children had a “virus”, but that wasn’t the case.
I had been abducted at age four, and many times throughout my life. We seven kids experienced a daylight abduction. No doubt whatsoever.
All seven kids? Wow. How did the adults react to those hours you all were missing?