When Karla Turner asked me to write a foreword to her new book,
TAKEN, she knew that in my own work as a documentary filmmaker,
television producer and author I have been struggling to see a
bigger picture behind many anomalous phenomena that affect our
planet. My own investigations have included mysterious worldwide
crop formations, animal mutilations, and the human abduction
syndrome. I am convinced that humanity is moving from the paradigm
that we are alone in the universe to a new one in which we are not
alone and something out there is interacting with us, our animals,
and our plant life, forcing glimpses of other realities upon us.
The true nature and purpose of the intelligence, or intelligences,
remains an enigma. The eight women in this book report
communications ranging from telepathic thoughts to virtual reality
dreams, but there is no coherent single truth that emerges from
their experiences, nor from the hundreds of others in the abduction
syndrome since the 1960s. The sheer number of different messages,
often contradictory, produces confusion, mistrust and a sense of
manipulation, even if that manipulation inspires positively or
“Perfectly real aliens exist out there,” says one of the women in
TAKEN, “and it seems one kind wants to help us and another kind
wants to deceive us.”
As each voice is offered for public consideration, there are themes
that repeat. One of the most prominent is genetic harvesting from
earth life to create a hybrid species. TAKEN suggests the
possibility that an alien intelligence has been using genetic
manipulation to create evolving species on our planet over eons and
that Homo sapiens sapiens might be one such genetically engineered
If so, we on the Petri dish might paradoxically be trying
to study whatever watches and studies us. Consciousness of this
Other without running from it or getting down on our knees to it
could be a significant, perhaps unexpected, step in human evolution
Linda Moulton Howe
Creator and Supervising TV Producer,
Report: Sightings and author of
'An Alien Harvest' and 'Glimpses of
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"They came in our house and set up equipment in the living room,”
Pat said. ‘The Army men wanted to talk to me the most. Me, an
eleven-year-old girl with secrets in my head. But the aliens told me
I couldn’t tell because ‘there will be those who will tamper with
your mind.’ And here they were, the tamperers, the Army men.”
Two female doctors set up their gear in the bedroom, where Pat was
given an injection.
“It made me sleepy,” she said, “and I lay on my
mom’s bed on some towels and told them my story. I even told them,
‘You’re in my mom’s room where the White, glowing ones were. You
don’t belong here, but they do’.”
Puerto Rico, 1978...
Two aliens took Beth down a curved hall and through a door, into a
different area. It looked like “a surgery room,” and she became
afraid they were going to kill her there. A third entity, holding a
black box, moved to a position behind Beth. She could not see what
he did, but she felt as if her head was being opened and her brain
removed, all without any sensation of pain. After she was “all put
back together again,” a cold liquid was poured over her head.
When this procedure was finished, the aliens stood in front of her,
and Beth realized that mentally she was different. Her thoughts
about everything were changed, and she was filled with new ideas
about God and the unity of all life within that supreme source.
This very spiritual moment was followed by a quite physical exam, as
the aliens took samples from her skin and hair. A human-looking man
with a widow’s-peak hairline entered and made a full examination of
her body, including a gynecological procedure. Then he explained
many things, telling her that she and other humans had been “chosen”
to carry out certain “jobs” in the future.
“The masked alien explained that her race had been doing things to
humans that they should not be doing,” Amy said. “She and several
groups of her race, and others, wanted to stop the ‘abuse’ of the
humans by her race. They were working with certain people on Earth
to stop the process. The other humans in the room were ex-pilots,
military officials, and other professionals. They were all working
together to stop the alien intrusions.
“She showed me the thing she had pulled out of my neck and said,
‘This is embedded deep in the spinal cord.’ The thing controlled the
muscles of the body when activated. It blocked the brain and became
the ‘central command’ of the body. I don’t want to remember how or
why this thing functioned.”
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Like Pat, Beth, and Amy, I am an abductee. I have been forcibly
taken and controlled by non-human entities. When I told my story of
alien encounters in
INTO THE FRINGE, I was contacted by these women
and many other people with similar experiences, in need of support
I am also a researcher of abduction reports, and from these contacts
emerged a number of accounts that shed important light on the alien
agenda of human interaction. This book is the result of lengthy
investigations into the abduction experiences of eight women from
various parts of the country. The correlation of evidence from their
accounts greatly widens the parameters of the abduction scenario and
points to certain aspects, previously disregarded or avoided, in
need of serious exploration.
This is also a personal book, a collation of unique, intimate
accounts of alien-human interactions. The people who share their
experiences here are courageous representatives of the many others
in this country and elsewhere whose lives partake of parallel
realities. They function successfully in a world shared by everyone
else, as housewives, mothers, grandmothers, artists, nurses,
counselors, teachers, computer engineers, and blue-collar workers.
But in the blink of an eye - or the flash of multicolored lights
strobing in the hall late at night - their normal lives can
disappear, and they find themselves taken into the time and space of
an alien world. It is difficult for most abduction memories to be
investigated in a purely scientific manner, especially since they
are often suppressed, surfacing only as vague flashbacks and
dreamlike episodes. In this field there has been strong objection to
But the scientific approach to the study of
the UFO phenomenon as a whole has proven less than successful. In
spite of half a century of many intelligent people researching the
UFO and alien presence with scientific methods, reliable answers to
the primary questions have not been found.
sightings reports, landing traces, photos and video tapes, alleged
implants, and related government documents have amassed a mountain
of data and a number of theories-but nothing indisputably true about
the nature of UFOs and their non-human occupants, their origin, or
the reason for their presence here among us now.
Great gains have been made in the area of abduction therapy,
providing help and support for those who are living with the
phenomenon and working to resolve their emotional trauma, to keep
the disruption of their everyday lives to a minimum, and to
transform or assimilate these experiences in a positive way. And
while is this laudable, it is not necessarily research.
goal is one of personal balance, but the goal of research is a
larger, clearer understanding of the phenomenon. The point is not so
much learning to live with abductions as it is finding out why they
happen, what they mean, and whether and how the situation can be
The need for reliable answers is nowhere greater than in the
It intimately affects people of all ages and backgrounds,
irrevocably altering their
personal lives and their perceptions of reality, and it raises
immense questions about our
past, present, and future as a species. But in spite of the best
scientific approaches to the
question, all that ufological research has brought to most people is
a realization that UFOs exist-and perhaps a few cute, harmless
aliens-but no confrontation with what this means.
Science has been trying to measure a dream, it seems, using
traditional ideas and practices, and it has proved elusive. The UFO
phenomenon is not confined to our current scientific understanding
of perceived reality. We do not yet have the technology or natural
perceptive abilities to capture and assess it. That is why the
scientific approach to photographic evidence, landing traces,
implants, and document analyses has so little in the way of hard
evidence to show for its work. Instead, its best results offer only
circumstantial data, carrying very little more weight than the
anecdotal data of abduction research in the scales of traditional
It is in the abduction phenomenon that we come most urgently face to
face with the alien presence and thus have our best opportunity to
observe the activity and assess its purpose or agenda. All of the
UFO photos in the world tell us nothing compared to the words of
those who have encountered the alien force in their lives and those
of their families.
And there are many, like Pat and Amy and the others presented here.
From the response to INTO THE FRINGE, it sometimes seemed that
abduction experiences were becoming virtually epidemic. Yet studies
by mental health professionals show that the people who make these
reports are eminently sane, that the aftermath of these events is
real, and that they do not spring from any mass psychosis but from
experienced anomalous trauma.
I also found that many of the reports contained details very similar
to certain things my family and I had experienced. Still, in every
case there was always present the “unique factor” within the
situations, providing highly individualized episodes for each
abductee. I often wondered if these unique events, these “one-time
shots,” might not prove to have some unperceived correlations, to
form a pattern as yet out of focus, and give us more information
than the now-recognized patterns of certain exams, baby
presentations, and the like. Far from being a neat, limited
phenomenon, alien interaction with humans is still very much a
riddle, mystery, enigma, and more.
Abduction research has not yet produced answers, but there are
certainly different theories to be had-an embarrassment of riches,
really. Unfortunately, these theories rest on a very partial, highly
selective use of the data, rather than dealing with the complexities
of the entire, life-long and minute-by-minute, reality of the
It is more than the sum of its parts. The intermittent UFO
sightings, missing-time episodes, conscious encounters, and
virtual-reality scenarios are like blank milestones on a journey
which, for the abductee, is continuous and headed in an unknown
More accurately, they are like lights that
suddenly appear in the dark, which we hope will shed illumination
and lead to understanding. Instead, however, these startling lights
either blind us with their intensity, so that we cannot see their
source, or they cast strange shadows, whose false appearances and
misleading movements can easily confuse and disorient us.
No one knows this better than an abductee. Investigators who have
not had personal experiences with the phenomenon can listen to
abduction accounts and then ponder the possibilities.
Was the person
Was it a real event, or did it occur on a mental level?
parts of the recollection are real, and which are illusionary?
the abductee understands that it may very well be both possibilities
at once, both real and mental, real and illusionary. The aliens,
whether by intellectual, psychic, or technological means, are able
to create any perception, and therefore any illusion, for the person
in their hands.
The implications are explosive. Perhaps that is why the logical
conclusions of these implications are so rarely taken into account.
If we credit the idea of illusionary mastery with serious validity,
then we must either come up with a reliable acid test to discern
illusion and actuality in abduction events, or we may have to admit
that the truth behind these events is unknowable in current
scientific terms. Dealing with the aliens’ deceptive abilities may
be the most crucial problem facing abduction research today.
Once the illusionary capability has been demonstrated and
experienced, new perceptions and insights often emerge. The witness
usually has no trouble recognizing the non-human nature of the force
behind the events. The manipulation of time and space by these
beings, the way they play with our psychology and our perceptions,
all bespeak a technology far beyond the human.
Or certainly, if any
human agency did have this sort of capability, it would have plenty
of applications far better than pulling hundreds of 3 a.m. raids on
bedrooms around the globe every night, decade after decade, in which
thousands of humans pretend to be aliens.
The abductee also learns from experience that the aliens induce an
altered perceptive state in humans during every encounter. Employed
for control, it can be used to prevent any undesired responses from
the abductee. And the altered state prevents any objective
assessment of the situation by the witness.
This means that the
witness can only report what was seen, felt, and heard-which is not
necessarily a reflection of what actually occurred. By inducing and
manipulating altered consciousness in the abductee, the aliens
assume full control of the situation and thus exert great control
over the data reported by the witness.
Abductees report alien-controlled information. This is a fact
abduction researchers must face. Then, perhaps, work can begin on
solving this problem, on finding ways around the memory blocks and
screen illusions, in order to discover the real events and the
agenda behind them. Until the day we can unmask the alien illusions,
however, we can at least study the entire body of reported data,
controlled though it may be, trying to learn more about why certain
images and events are employed and what they can tell us about the
covert directors of these scenarios. Many of the people who
contacted me after reading INTO THE FRINGE are looking for answers,
just as I am compelled to do.
This present work is an attempt to aid in the search, making a
number of representative
cases available for public scrutiny and assessment. Too often,
reports on abduction
activity are presented entirely in second-hand form by
investigators, and too often
these reports are incomplete, focusing only on some parts of an
event and discarding or ignoring others.
Such omissions are clearly a hindrance to research, for the censored
reports cannot present a total picture of the abduction phenomenon.
It must include a real feeling for what it is like to live with such
events. Abductees operate in parallel realities, searching for the
strength to cope with the real and the unreal at the same time
because, as they have learned, one can never be sure which is which
in this phenomenon.
The number of abduction reports around the country shows just how
widespread the phenomenon may be, and the numbers continue to
increase. Eight different abductees, all women, from various parts
of the country have volunteered to share their experiences here.
Born between 1943 and 1966, they live in five different states and
Puerto Rico. They were unacquainted with one another at the time of
their contacts with me. Their backgrounds are as varied as their
occupations, and so are their ideas about the abduction phenomenon.
Like most of us who’ve had alien encounters, these women are
uncertain about the nature of the events they’ve reported. They have
many questions and very few answers. Four of the women have never
undergone regressive hypnosis and thus are only reporting events
they consciously recalled. The other four women have used hypnosis,
although very minimally as will be noted in their accounts, and
almost everything in their reports also comes from conscious,
I point this out because there are some
who have raised doubts and questions about the use of regressive
hypnosis in abduction research. Some feel that hypnotically
retrieved information is no more reliable than conscious
recollections; some believe that the use of hypnosis can contaminate
and damage an investigation; and some have said they believe
hypnotically retrieved information is far more reliable in abduction
situations than the witness’s conscious memories. The presentation
here provides access to both types of data, but the majority comes
from conscious recollections.
Although I believe it is extremely useful to employ regressive
hypnosis in the retrieval of this information, I also think it is
important to present accounts from women whose knowledge and
understanding of their situations is gleaned only from the
incomplete, ambiguous memories of events they have consciously
retained. Their stories and their lives are much more representative
of a “typical” abductee’s situation than are the accounts of those
who have benefited from hypnosis, simply because most abductees have
no access to this tool.
The women are not seeking notoriety, and in order to protect them
harassment, pseudonyms have been used. But all of the details are
accurate, and as
bizarre as they may seem, it is important to remember that they are
very real to
the people involved, that in many instances there have been more
than one witness
to the events, as well as other corroborative evidence, and that
they are highly
consistent with numerous abduction reports. These women have shared
because they understand the gravity of the phenomenon and hope to
information to its research.
They also understand the need for
support which many
silent abductees are experiencing. The self-doubt, isolation, even
fear that result from
living with alien encounters can sometimes be severe, and the need
to forge bonds of mutual understanding and support is vital. These,
then, are the motivations of the eight women. My own purpose is
similar, which is why an update of the experiences my husband and I
have witnessed is also included.
An overview of all our experiences, as well as reports of other
abductees, shows a much more complex program of activity in the
phenomenon than is usually acknowledged. To begin with, the
abduction scenario comprises a number of different types of events.
On the most immediate level are the physical abductions, in which a
person is forcibly removed from the normal environment by ‘alien’
(in the most generic sense) entities, the person’s awareness is
altered, and some interaction occurs.
Subsequent conscious memories
of the event are usually quite incomplete. Only when the event is
witnessed by more than one person, or when there are physical marks
on the abductee’s body-punctures, scoops, patterns of bruises,
artificial designs-does the witness usually feel safe in asserting
the ‘reality’ of the encounter.
To complicate matters, many reports show that some interactions
occur on a mental rather than a physical level. One type is an
virtual-reality scenario (VRS), an externally
introduced event, that to the witness is practically
indistinguishable from objective reality. The person may experience
a situation with full sensory input and react with genuine physical
and emotional responses, although in ‘reality’ the person may be
lying immobile on an exam table, or sitting attached to some alien
apparatus, or even asleep in bed with no outward sign of
While the VRS may have been a matter of theory in the past, a
possible explanation for some of the more “unacceptable” abduction
accounts, it has now been confirmed in a three-witness, conscious
event. It came to light when I was investigating the abduction
experiences of Ted Rice, a psychic of excellent reputation
throughout the southern states.
Ted witnessed a virtual-reality scenario when he was in Florida
visiting a friend, Marie, along with another house guest, Amelia.
The two women occupied twin beds in one room, and Ted slept down the
hall in another. Not long after going to bed one night during his
visit, he was awakened by Marie shouting for him to “come quickly!”
Heading down the hall, Ted saw a pervasive blue glow emanating from
the other bedroom doorway. Entering, he found Marie pressed against
the far wall, staring at the twin beds in shock.
And he saw where the blue light was coming from. Amelia lay immobile
in one bed, surrounded by a huge, blue, glowing, “electrical” sphere
of light. Her eyes were open, and she didn’t seem to be in any
distress as she carried on a conversation with someone Ted and Marie
couldn’t see. Terrified, they tried to talk to her, but they could
hardly hear one another even when shouting. Amelia continued to
speak within the sphere for several minutes, until the blue light
suddenly disappeared, at which point she was finally free of the
paralysis that had kept her in the bed.
Amelia told Ted and Marie that the experience started with the loud
sound of a helicopter low
over the house. When she opened her eyes she could see through the
ceiling and roof, as if
they’d disappeared, to where the helicopter was hovering just above
the house. She described
two entities in the craft, whom she said also appeared at the foot
of the bed before the blue
light vanished. One being was tall, with greenish skin, an
egg-shaped head, and slanted eyes as the only visible facial
features. The other, shorter, entity, Amelia said, was blue-black in
Ted and Marie had seen absolutely nothing of these creatures, nor
had they heard a helicopter at any time. But they had seen the
sphere of light, with brighter, darting lights shooting through it,
and Amelia frozen in a slightly raised position inside it, for she
had been starting to sit up when the light coalesced and paralyzed
Amelia’s perception of the experience was completely “real” for her.
She was conscious when it began and throughout the entire event, as
Ted and Marie attested. From everything her sensory input told her,
Amelia had experienced an actual event with the craft and entities.
Virtual reality. And the conscious and unaffected witnesses, Ted and
Marie, observed objectively real effects of the mechanism which
manipulated the event, verifying its external origin.
exists and is in use, this much is clear. And unless there are
outside witnesses, such as in this rare instance, the experiencer
cannot personally discern between a VRS and an actual event. The
virtual-reality scenario may occur while the person is conscious, as
in Amelia’s case, or it may be introduced into the person’s dream
According to those who’ve experienced the VRS dream -and I am
one of those, as will be discussed later- it is an intrusive event
that suddenly interrupts a normal dream. The experiencer is aware of
a total, abrupt change in consciousness and finds himself in an
event altogether different from his dream.
What follows may be a perceived event, with action, location, and
personnel, or it may be a communication or even a vision. At its
conclusion, the experiencer normally awakens, and, finding himself
in his own bed, he rationalizes the whole thing as an extraordinary
dream, in spite of the event’s decidedly non-dreamlike qualities.
Without physical proof of the event’s reality, or even a name for
this altered perceptive experiential event, he is left to call it a
In addition to the abductions and virtual-reality scenarios,
abductees also report telepathic contacts from entities who are not
physically or perceivably present. These contacts include messages
about spiritual matters, warnings of future disasters, “teaching”
sessions, displays of symbols, and information on mathematics,
physics, religion, politics, and the nature of the human species.
On a secondary level, there are events that occur, not during
encounters, but subsequent to them, affecting things in the
abductee’s normal environment. Lights and electronic equipment
malfunction; voices and unexplained sounds are heard; animals are
physiologically affected; lights appear both inside and outside the
house; there are odd and disturbing phone calls; and sometimes
traces of a UFO’s presence or landing on the property.
And finally there are the internal changes that take place with most
abductees, reshaping their attitudes, belief structures, and
perceptions of reality. Thus, the externally induced, temporary,
altered awareness which occurs during abductions is paralleled by a
permanent, internal alteration, and the abductee’s life is forever
There is much more to the abduction phenomenon than the public has
been told, and this book is in part an attempt to correct that
situation and expand our definition of the abduction scenario. Its
primary purpose is not to offer scientific data or to convince a
disbelieving audience that UFOs and aliens exist. People are coming
to this awareness on their own, one by one, as the phenomenon
intrudes into their lives and shatters their old reality in a way
that cannot be imagined until it is experienced.
The following accounts from Pat, Polly, Lisa, Anita, Beth, Jane,
Angie, and Amy show what it is like to live with this awareness far
more thoroughly than any scientific analysis can hope to do. By
allowing entrance into their lives, they permit others to witness
the events from the inside rather than from a distance. Their
experiences, while individually unique, taken together make a choir
of voices expressing the range and intensity of life in the altered
world of the alien abduction agenda.
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II - Pat
My investigation with Pat began when a mutual acquaintance heard her
story of an unusual UFO event and suggested she contact me. A
fifty-year-old divorced mother of grown children, Pat lives in
Florida, but the story she related concerned an event that occurred
in 1954 when she lived in Floyd’s Knob, Indiana.
Pat’s memory of this event, as in the case of so many people who
have had UFO experiences, was totally suppressed after the
occurrence. It all came flooding back into her consciousness in 1986
- scenes of a brilliant orange ball of light, little gray entities
both inside and outside the farmhouse, and, most disturbing of all,
military personnel on the property.
“I thought I must be crazy when these memories came back,” Pat said.
“But they were so strong and real, I finally got in touch with my
brother and sister and asked if they recalled anything similar. My
sister Rose said she recalled the aliens and the military people,
too. But although my brother didn’t remember the orange ball of
light, he clearly remembered the military personnel and some of his
interactions with them.”
Through extensive conversations, letters, and drawings from Pat and
her siblings, the following extraordinary scenario emerged, raising
serious questions not only about the nature of the alien abduction
agenda but also about the involvement of our military with citizens
who have been the target of such interactions.
The setting was a sixteen-acre farm near Floyd’s Knob, Indiana, in
the summer of 1954. Eleven-year-old Pat lived there with her mother,
step-father, grandmother, a nine-year-old brother and six-year-old
sister. One night several family members saw a large orange ball of
light appear outside the farmhouse. Pat had already gone to bed but
was awakened by either her grandmother or her sister to look out the
In the sky she saw the orange light sitting motionless at
first, then moving rapidly out of sight around the back of the
“I remember vaguely thinking, J will go back to bed to wait. It
seems to me that I knew ‘they’ were coming,” Pat said. “I saw my
mother running to the kitchen door to make sure it was locked and to
see the ball come over the yard. I remember thinking, It won’t do
any good to lock the door, they can come in anyway. It was as if I
‘knew’ what to expect.”
Pat suddenly felt sleepy but didn’t remember
going back to bed. Her next memory was of a multicolored light
slowly spinning around the room in total silence, emitting blue,
purple, and violet hues. She got out of bed and went to the window
where she saw a Gray floating just outside,
hook at those eyes she thought. They can film us!. The gaze of the
Gray seemed to penetrate her entire being, and she sensed a
familiarity with him.
Do not be afraid, it communicated to Pat. You are the chosen child.
We will not harm you.
Pat turned around and saw several taller white entities coming into
the bedroom. As
they began to float her grandmother out of the door, Pat sensed the
terror, and she, too, was feeling fearful. When the room was filled
with the strange beings, a sparkling shaft of light came down
through the ceiling. As it coalesced, Pat saw in the midst of the
light a figure which she perceived as a blond-haired, blue-eyed
Jesus, in a resplendent robe. He took Pat’s right hand and said, Do
not be afraid, my child. These are mine, gesturing to the beings who
were standing all around the room.
The Jesus figure looked at Pat and said, I am the light of the
world. Then he was again surrounded by the sparkling shaft of light,
which ascended back into the ceiling and took him with it.
She and her grandmother were floated out of the room by the
entities. Passing by her mother’s bedroom, Pat saw a brilliant white
light coming out of the room. Five of the taller Whites were around
her step-father’s bed, and they seemed to be examining one of his
atrophied legs, the result of polio. A glowing green bar of light,
about five inches long, floated over him. Continuing on through the
house and out into the yard, Pat saw a bright crystalline flying
craft hovering low to the ground.
A beam of light came out of the
bottom of the craft and engulfed her.
“I remember my sister’s blonde curly head next to mine as we went up
inside the craft,” Pat said. “We were looking down at the ground and
saw my mom and grandmother there looking up, like zombies.” She
could also see that the entire yard was swarming with Grays hurrying
about the area.
Although neither she nor Rose is certain of the
exact sequence of events, they recalled a group of the smaller gray
beings near a ditch beside the cellar door. Rose saw the beings in a
line, walking across a board spanning the ditch. But Pat’s memory
included a line or wall of fire in the ditch and a row of “small,
gray, skinny” aliens wearing “Chinese rice-paddy hats with big
“I was on one side of the long ditch, and they were on the other.
They were mentally telling me Pass through the light, it will not
burn you - which I was thinking at that time, that I would get
burned. The fire was not hot, and it was supposed to cleanse me. I
did go through it to the other side, but I do not remember doing it
or what happened after that.”
After the light transported her and Rose up into the craft, Pat
recalled sitting on a table in a room with Grays present. A taller
White came over with a file-type instrument and scraped skin from
her inner forearm and the bottoms of her feet, clipped some of her
hair, and then peeled away samples of her fingernails.
“What do you
need all those pieces of me for?” she asked.
We are making a new you, the entity replied.
“Are you an angel?” Pat inquired.
Yes, the entity told her, but not like you have been taught.
Pat was taken into another room where she lay on a table, above
which was a dark
instrument. One of the Grays came in and pulled down a tube from
this device which
had a thin needle on the end. Pat became afraid, but the Gray told
her, This is the part
you don’t have to remember. Pat knew that the needle was about to be
inserted up into her right nostril, but before it happened she
Pat recalled another event during the physical exam, being “fused”
with a silver light.
“It was done from something over my body,” she said, “up high in the
room. He [alien] ‘fused me’ into my head with the silver light; it
will keep me from violent harm; it let me be perfect in human form
for a few seconds; it was a protective light. I get the idea that
when this silver light goes into my ‘other body’ I will be made into
the ‘new me.’ In other words, the ‘new me’ will come to life with my
soul in it.”
Pat came back to consciousness after the episode with the needle and
found herself back in the first room on the table. She was crying
because she couldn’t stay with the Grays. When they told her, It
isn’t time yet, she asked for a souvenir as proof that the
experience had really occurred: the green “healer” rock she’d seen
above her step-father’s body. Although the aliens apparently gave
her this device, they told her that it would not “work” properly for
her, only for them.
She was also told,
"You are going to have to
“Why?” Pat asked.
"Because there are those who will tamper with your mind," the Gray
Pat was returned to the house, where she saw all of her family
sitting in the living room in a daze. "They looked like zombies,”
Pat said. Even her step-father was propped up on the floor leaning
against a sofa. She was placed in her bed and saw one of the Grays
outside her window gesturing a farewell. She responded with a wave
and was immediately asleep again.
The next day, there doesn’t seem to have been any discussion about
the previous night’s extraordinary events. But Pat’s brother recalls
that it was that day when the military personnel arrived. A white
staff car, a green car, a jeep, and several white vans came onto the
property carrying instruments and equipment. There was also a troop
carrier with soldiers who proceeded to comb over the entire sixteen
acres of the farm. The large truck was hidden in the barn, and Pat’s
brother said that he had to move the animal feed to the smokehouse
because the soldiers wouldn’t let him into the barn once their
equipment was stored there.
“They came in our house and set up equipment in the living room,”
Pat recalled. “The army men wanted to talk to me the most, me, an
eleven-year-old girl with secrets in my head. But the beings told me
I couldn’t tell because ‘there will be those who will tamper with
your mind.’ And here they were, the tamperers, the army men.”
Everyone except her brother-who was allowed to go out in order to
take care of the farm
animals-was kept inside the house for the four days in which the
were present. Only her brother saw what was going on outside the
remembers more than twenty soldiers brought in the big truck and
told to man their
stations on the farm. Two of the men stayed at the end of the
driveway, and the
others performed various duties on the grounds.
When he was allowed outside to take care of the chores, Pat’s
brother remembers being questioned by a man dressed in a white lab
coat, who asked about the chickens and pigs.
“Are your pigs out there?” the man asked, gesturing, and the boy
“Have the pigs been acting funny?”
“No,” the boy said, “why?”
The man said something about the minerals in the soil making the
animals act strangely. Pat’s brother said he felt comfortable with
this man and wasn’t afraid to answer his questions or to ask some of
his own. He even asked if the man wanted some fresh mint, a favorite
treat, from a patch near the cellar.
But the man refused.
“They’re taking samples there and we’ll be in
the way,” he explained. “When they’re done, we’ll go get some.”
Pat said she was “mad” about being restricted.
“I felt scared like
they would take away my family and put me somewhere like in a jail
or something. But I also felt protected by the being who was my
friend. I was calling him a little boy then, but I knew the being
wasn’t a real little boy.”
Two female doctors set up their gear in the parents’ bedroom, where
Pat was given an injection. “It made me sleepy,” she said, “and I
lay on my mom’s bed on some towels and told them my story. I even
"You’re in my mom’s room where the white glowing ones
were. You don’t belong here, but they do’.”
I asked Pat to start back at the beginning and tell me everything
she could remember about this event. She put herself back into an
eleven-year-old frame of mind and began to relive the situation.
“I see this man dressed up in a uniform of some kind, a full-dress
uniform, but it is brown,” she said. “He has on a coat jacket and
pants that match and what I call a captain’s hat. He is talking to
my mother and grandmother, holding a file envelope in his hands. He
has thick silver-gray hair. There is another man in a dress uniform,
and he took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. His name is Mr.
Donaldson. He’s an army man, too,” she explained, “but the other
people are setting up a ‘three-TV-screen’ thing in our living room.
It’s a little taller than I was.”
Mr. Donaldson then opened out “arms” on the machine and told Pat
that the device looked like a robot.
“See, Pat,” he said, “if we
open the panels out, they look like arms, so maybe you saw a robot
“No,” Pat told him adamantly, “I didn’t see a robot. I saw a real
She recalled the “lady doctors” clearly.
“One lady had on a white
coat,” she described.
“One was named Dr. Susan, and she had on a
light orange coat. Dr. Susan seemed to have brown-blonde hair with
bangs over her forehead, and the rest of her hair was pulled back
away from her face.
She had what looked like stuff from a dentist’s
office set up in my mom’s room. It had instruments of some kind on
it, but it is not clear what they were. The really clear picture is
of the shot thing. It was wrapped in cellophane or plastic, and
there was this little hose that went with it. Both the shot thing
and the hose were in the same clear plastic bag. Dr. Susan began to
open the shot bag, and I got scared and asked her if I had to get a
shot with that thing.”
Dr. Susan then directed Pat to Mr. Donaldson, who was in the living
room, speaking angrily to some men dressed in what she described as
“white moon suits” holding “white metal boxes without handles.”
was saying, “I told you to use the ones with the handles.”
Pat said the shot made her feel “dreamy” and willing to talk about
her “secret” memories.” She was upset that Mr. Donaldson didn’t
“I always told the truth,” Pat said, “because my mom
hated a liar, so in my wide-eyed innocence I told the army men about
my visit with the beings. And I cried when they told me I didn’t see
what I thought I saw. They treated me like I was lying about it.
After I cried, I guess Mr. Donaldson felt sorry for me because
everyone started being ‘sugar’ nice. But I didn’t like that at all
because I knew it was fake. Why did they say I didn’t see the little
boy? Why did such a wonderful thing as this visit get everyone so
upset and mad? And why did I have to get a shot?”
Someone asked about the glowing white beings and Pat said they were
“How do you know they are angels?” her interrogator asked.
“Because they told me so,” Pat replied.
“And what else did they tell you, Pat? Did they tell you anything
“Yes,” Pat answered, “they told me a lot of things, but I can’t
remember now. Someday I will remember, but not now.”
“Why can’t you remember now?” she was asked.
“Because ,” Pat replied, “they said it’s not time to remember, and
besides, you were coming here, and I can’t tell you because it’s a
special thing. When I’m a lot older I’ll remember what they said and
what’s going to happen.”
“Did they tell you what’s going to happen?”
“Yes, they did, they told me about the ‘bad time on earth.’ I’m not
supposed to tell about
that. I can’t remember now. Well,” she admitted, “some of it I
crystalline ship they were in. It was full of lights, and I called
it the crystalline ship
because it wasn’t metal like a plane. The lights made everything
work by itself, and they move things without touching them, and even
me, they moved me without touching me. They moved me up and down,
and they are full of love, and they protected me with a silver light
in me, and I love them.”
One of the army men then asked her to describe the little boy’s hair
and clothes. Pat said she felt as if the army man was dumb, asking
such a question. “Don’t you know,” she told him, “that the beings
don’t have hair and they don’t wear clothes? The little boy has real
big, slanty eyes that can film everything inside me, in my head and
my soul. He talks to me in my head and doesn’t use his mouth because
he only has a line there.
He’s really skinny, but he doesn’t have to
eat because he’s an angel.
“I thought angels had wings, and I laughed because he laughed with
his eyes because he knew what I was thinking about the wings. I got
kind of scared because I knew he was really an angel then. He knew
what I thought, and only angels can tell what you think all the
time, except so can Jesus. So I thought in my head, Do you know
Jesus? and the beings and I filled up with a ‘love’ feeling that
kind of made me cry and ‘know’ something special. And the being
said, Yes in my head. I said, Are you like the angels? And the being
said, Yes, but not as you have been taught. I wanted to stay with
them and go back with them.”
“Pat, stop for a minute,” the interrogator interrupted, “and let us
ask you a question.
You said you wanted to go back with them? Where did you want to go
“I can’t tell you that,” Pat replied, “I’m not supposed to tell that
part. But the angel said when it was time to go they would come
back, they promised me. I made them promise me. I made them promise
not to forget me and I begged them to take me, but he said it wasn’t
time yet. I begged and cried and felt real sad. Mr. Donaldson asked
me why I was crying, and I told him, ‘Because you’re making me cry
and you’re making me tell, and I’m not supposed to tell, and you
think I’m lying, but I’m not.”
“Okay, stop crying, Pat,” Mr. Donaldson told her. “Calm down and
listen to my voice. I don’t think you’re lying, and we won’t ask you
any more questions if you tell us about your souvenirs. Where are
they, Pat? Do you have souvenirs?”
Pat began to feel very stressful and mistrustful of the army men.
She tried not to say anything more, but Mr. Donaldson kept badgering
“Where are your souvenirs?”
“I cried,” Pat said, “and told him they were mine and why did he
want them? I said they were in my cigar box under my bed. I wouldn’t
give them the box, but my sister went and got it for them.”
When they took the cigar box, which contained Pat’s “green healer
rock,” it was put into one of the metal boxes by the men dressed in
the white protective suits.
“I saw my grandmother sitting on my bed with the little kids, and
she was crying,” Pat recalled. “I asked her if the army men were
going to hurt the little boy.”
“Oh, Patty,” the grandmother said, “there is no little boy.”
“I told her there was, too, because I sat with him and did things.
She just cried some more. And then Mr. Donaldson showed me the
triple-TV thing and tried to convince me that I had seen something
like it, a robot, and not a little boy. I got real mad and told him,
‘I saw a real little boy and not a robot.”
“Well, Pat,” he said then, maybe you just had a dream about the
little boy. Was he in your dream?”
“I didn’t dream him,” Pat insisted, “he was real.”
“Pat,” the man continued, “it was a dream, a kind of dream that just
seems real. You did not see a real little boy because there are no
“Yes, I did,” Pat said, “and he came in the orange ball and looked
in my window and filmed me with his eyes.”
“Did the dream frighten you?” Mr. Donaldson asked.
“It wasn’t a dream,” Pat said stubbornly, “and I was only scared a
little bit because he looked so different from me, because he was
skinny and gray, but I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.”
Pat remembered almost nothing else after the interrogation, although
the military people were present for several days.
“After the army
men left,” she recalled, “my whole family seemed sad, kind of in a
daze, and I had no memory of anything after that. We moved to town
before my twelfth birthday in August 1955.”
It wasn’t until 1986 that the memories of the aliens and the
military came back. Pat does not want any personal publicity because
of these events, but she has asked me to include the actual location
and date of this event-Floyd’s Knob, Indiana, in 1954 - in the hope
that there may be readers from that area who remember seeing the
military vehicles that came into the town and who can thus provide
some outside verification of the things she and her brother and
sister have recalled.
I asked if any other unusual events had occurred since then, knowing
from my research that most abductees have reported multiple
experiences in their lives. Pat, it turns out, was no exception.
In the fall of 1962, making a trip to Kentucky with a friend, Pat
got lost for a while before spotting a sign for Ft. Knox. Laughing
about the confusion, they retraced the route in search of their
destination. But instead, they ended up in a deserted train yard,
sitting in the car with the engine off. Pat said they felt as if
they’d just “come out” of some unremembered experience, with no idea
why the car was stopped. They never found their destination and
finally gave up, returning home at dark.
But later in a dream Pat recalled being out of the car with her
friend beside her. She saw a ripple of golden light like an
“elevator” moving up at an angle and “angels” on each side. She said
they were “respectful” of a blond man who seemed to her like Jesus.
Her friend was screaming hysterically, “They want you!”
Pat replied, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay.” She went up to the blond
man who was surrounded by a beautiful light. He talked to her about
becoming a mother and about a “seed of life.” He said he had the
power of all seed in his hand. At the end of the experience, he held
out his hand to her and showed her a seed, telling her it was for
her benefit and to have no fear.
A few months later, Pat, who was now pregnant, moved to Florida. She
telling her husband that the baby would be a boy, but that it
wouldn’t be viable.
“I’m going to have it but not keep it,” she told
him, unable to explain how she knew this. For the next several
months she and her two children lived in a garage apartment. One
night, Pat came to consciousness just as she was walking into the
apartment as if she had been outside, although she didn’t recall
being there. She felt an odd, pleasant vibratory sensation and
remembered thinking, "They came and got me."
Nothing more seems to have happened at this time, and Pat continued
to have her prenatal checkups which showed that everything was
progressing fine with the baby. But then in the eighth month, the
doctor could not find a fetal heartbeat. And when she delivered at
full-term in May, the baby boy was stillborn. The foreknowledge
Later that same year, Pat remembers finding herself in a quiet room,
surrounded by Grays and waiting for something. The Gray she thought
of as her “friend” appeared in the doorway, showing her a baby. He
told her that she had a choice to see the baby.
“No,” Pat replied, “it’s okay, it’s fine. You’ll take better care of
it than I could.”
But in that brief glimpse, she saw a tiny, skinny
baby with blue, slanted eyes. She felt that somehow this baby was a
repository for the soul of the child who had died at birth, and she
said she felt trusting and thankful toward her friend for showing
her that the little boy had, in a sense, survived.
Of the memories which have surfaced in the past several years, none
raises more questions than the “cocoon people.”
“I can’t remember
when the actual event might have occurred,” Pat told me. “All I
recall is being in a large room with soft white lighting, and one of
the Grays was there. I vaguely recall seeing a human male there, but
not what he was doing.”
Part of the large room was filled with what looked to be
sarcophagus-like boxes, and in these boxes were human forms.
were alive,” Pat recalled, “but not animated. There was white misty
stuff all over them, and I knew the misty stuff kept them alive. I
knew they were waiting to come to life in the future.”
The being asked Pat, Do you want to see yours?
“Yes,” and was shown a human female body in one of the
ask how I knew it was female,” she continued, “I just felt it. I saw
a little bit of human face through the mist, like a nose mouth,
eyes, definitely human. I knew this was connected with the 1954
visit, because I remembered they told me they were making a ‘new
me.’ I felt this cocoon was the new me. I felt that they are waiting
for the resurrection,” she said, “or reanimation, and we will all be
able to see and talk with them here on earth. If I were to die now,
I believe that my ‘other body’ will house my soul when Jesus says it
is time, and I, too, will come back. If I live through all the
destruction (to come) into the new world, I will still need my other
body, as this one I have will die anyway.”
In her mid-forties, Pat had another experience with the beings, and
this time she recalled being in a room lit with a golden glow. She
was taken to a desk-sized device in the top of which were circular
openings. In each opening was a different colored vibrating light,
and she was told to put her hands in the lights. As she did, she
heard the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard. Each light made
a different sound.
That is the sound of your soul, the Gray told her.
Pat understood that this had something to do with the inanimate
human bodies she had been shown, bodies which didn’t have a “soul
power” activating them.
In 1987, Pat had another possible experience - much more typical of
the usual abduction reports - which included her young grandson.
“Was this a dream?” she mused when relating it to me. “I have no
proof. I was in my daughter’s house, and it was nighttime. I seemed
to be floating to my grandson’s room. I took his hand, and we
floated together, upright, about six inches off the floor. We
floated out the front door, out to the driveway, and stopped while
the gate swung open to the road. There were about ten or fifteen
beings across the road in the woods. They all rose up out of the
woods at the same time. I could hear my grandson think, Mamaw, can I
play with those kids?
“I thought back to him, No, honey, these are special kids, they
don’t play like regular kids. We floated down the road to the
cul-de-sac. There in the dead-end circle was a ship with red ‘blips’
that went around it, a saucer. There was a ‘door’ with light. We
floated up a ramp, and I saw my ‘being friend’ and then I don’t
remember any more. Anyway, my grandson and I went together on this
trip. Or I’d rather call it a dream-I’m not sure.”
Pat had a number of intensely affecting experiences that occurred
while she was in a meditative or dream state, and so she has been
unable to feel confident that they were “real.” In some of these
dream-events she has seen a variety of flying craft; she has had
apparent out-of-body experiences; and she has received telepathic
One such event in October 1992 seemed related to some of her
“I dreamed someone was talking to me
mentally,” she said, “telling me things. I couldn’t grasp the exact
words, but I heard one sentence like this: The destruction comes in
four quariens. ‘Quarien’ is not a word we know, but I took it to
mean four parts of some kind. Then I saw what I call a graph. I felt
as though I was getting a gentle warning of the ‘bad time on earth’
like it is very near to happening now.”
Such warnings had not only been given to Pat at various times in her
life, but they have been part of many abductees’ experiences and are
indeed one of the most commonly reported events in this phenomenon.
So are unexplained physical marks on abductees’ bodies, and here
again Pat fits the pattern. In the summer of 1993, Pat discovered an
unusual design on her inner wrist, a circle of six dots with a
seventh dot in the center. This design, incidentally, was reported
in a handful of cases in 1991 and 1992, and it may not be a
coincidence that these cases have mostly come from Florida, where
A couple of months after the design appeared, Pat had an experience
relating to this circular pattern.
“I had a dream August 7, in the
middle of the afternoon,” she explained. “It was one of those ‘naps’
that [makes you] ‘hit the bed and you’re out like a light.'"
were voices in my dream that sounded like soft whispers, and I began
to listen more closely.
"There was something said about ‘being innocent like a child,’ and
this feeling flooded my whole body and soul. It felt like being in
the state of pure innocence without knowing anything about fear,
hate, prejudice...a pure, wonderful state of being in love, secure,
protected, and ‘without sin’ as we call it. I saw a scene from my
childhood of the town I lived in. It looked like it did way back
then. I saw myself, about eleven years old.
My feeling in the dream
was of great ‘Then a voice said to me, Get up, child, and look to
the Nebulous. It can take you there. And in my dream I got up and
unlocked my back door and looked up in a daytime sky and saw a most
beautiful circle of lights with one light in the middle, spinning
around like marquee lights on a movie house, all spinning in golden
color. It was beautiful, and the voice said I could not go now,
because in that dream I was pleading to go to the Nebulous now.
he said I couldn’t go now, I begged him to let me see it when I was
in my conscious mind. He said he would, but I haven’t seen it yet.
It was like a wondrous thing for another time in my life. But my
overall feeling was that I would have died to go to this Nebulous.
“I woke up very groggy, like I was on drugs, and hurried to write it
down before I could forget. The nebulous design was the same as the
design on my wrist.”
Pat felt she understood what “Nebulous” meant, associating it with
the lighted circular object she first saw. But “nebulous” is an
adjective rather than a noun-“ nebula” is the proper form-and thus
there is no specific definition for reference other than “cloudy,”
“lacking form,” and “unidentified,” according to the dictionary.
Exactly two months later, on October 7, Pat received a related
communication while in a conscious state of mind, explaining the
“Nebulous.” A voice said, The Nebulous is a code; the code has been
broken. Pat saw a whole Nebulous followed by a broken one.
see a jellylike stuff that connected the dots,” she described. “I
knew that the Nebulous was then something that was in our bodies
when we were created. When we were created, we were supposed to have
a perfect Nebulous. This gave us personal contact with our Creator.
When the Nebulous was broken, by disobedience, we no longer had
personal contact with the Creator. We had to adapt to living on our
own, thus losing our innocence and pure state of being in human
This image reinforces Pat’s altered understanding of God and a
spiritual plan. Overall, her experiences with the alien entities
have, to the best of her conscious recollection, felt very positive.
With a strong religious faith, she has accepted them as angels.
“In my abductions,” she has said, “I have never gotten a feeling of
evil. In fact, I felt most protected while in the presence of the
beings. Some people may say that the beings have the power to
control what you feel and think at the time of the abduction, which
they most certainly do. But I am hanging on to the childlike faith
that Jesus tried to teach us and believe that what I felt was true
and good. Why would an all-loving God allow little children to be
abducted if the beings were evil and meant to do us harm? I don’t
believe God would allow it. Even so,” Pat conceded, “there are
things which the beings do that seem wrong to us and seem violent.”
There has been one very disturbing experience, however, which
occurred on July 24, 1993. It involved not only an alien entity but
also what clearly appeared to be two human men and a human
environment. In the early morning hours, Pat awoke in a very groggy
condition, feeling as if she’d been drugged, and hearing a strange
noise very near her, making staccato psss, pssss, psss, psss sounds.
Then she remembered. Two men had come into her bedroom, carried her
outside and into a waiting vehicle, a large “military-type” truck.
She was in a drugged state, merging in and out of consciousness as
the truck took off and rode smoothly for forty-five minutes to an
hour. In her brief lucid moments, Pat heard the men engaged in low
conversation that she couldn’t understand. She tried to speak up,
but her tongue was thick and unwieldy. When the truck turned left
onto a rough surface, Pat came awake again and in the dark night
caught only a glimpse of the countryside out of the large, square
The truck slowed down and finally stopped with the engine running.
Through the window Pat saw they were parked next to a large mound or
hillside. Incredibly, she saw a large doorway open outward, and the
truck pulled inside, into the hill. The interior was very dimly lit,
but as the vehicle stopped inside, Pat saw a strange being standing
as if waiting for their arrival. The being was no more than three
feet tall, dressed in a black hooded cape.
Looking at the being groggily, Pat thought, What is an oriental girl
And immediately a telepathic message came back from the being, /
know you don’t like me.
No, Pat thought, no, I don’t. I don’t want to do this again. But
they can’t break me, because they couldn’t do it before.
When the truck parked and she was assisted out, stepping a long way
down from the
high passenger compartment, Pat saw that the area was crowded and
“dirty” feeling, with
boxes and “junk” stacked along one wall. In the middle of the large
room was a
stainless steel table, more human-looking than the tables she
remembered from alien
encounters, and she felt very uneasy.
“They wanted me to get on it,” she said, “but I didn’t want to. Not
But she did get on it, although she didn’t remember
much about what may have happened. The “oriental girl” hovered
around her, moving close and poking at her with some object Pat
couldn’t see. But she did see the entity’s face close to hers, its
skin a greenish-gray color. When the creature’s eyes blinked and its
lids met in the middle, Pat said the effect was repugnant, reminding
her of a lizard.
Her next recollection was of getting down from the table and trying
to see what the “oriental girl” was doing to her. The entity kept
moving around Pat, much to her irritation, making an erratic psss,
pssss, psss sound. Trying to support herself by holding to the
table, she moved away from the entity, but it continued to poke at
her. Pat was more alert but still unsteady, and as she circled the
table she stubbed her toe painfully against it. Looking down at her
foot, she noticed in surprise that the floor was covered with
sawdust. God, she thought, this isn’t even a real floor!
With a bit more awareness, Pat avoided the being as much as she
could, feeling that whatever it was doing was a sort of “torment.”
Suddenly she blacked out, and when she came back to consciousness,
in her bed, the psss, pssss was audible there beside her briefly.
Two days later, Pat noticed a slight bruise on her wrist, with a red
dot or puncture inside it. And she also saw that one of her toenails
was badly chipped, almost into the quick, as if it had forcefully
struck something hard.
“I didn’t like that situation at all,” Pat told me, “and I knew that
it wasn’t the first time I had seen that ‘oriental girl.’ I’ve been
on that table before, too,” she added, remembering how uneasy it
made her feel.
She knew that the greenish-skinned, lizard-eyed being was not human,
even though the men, the truck, the travel, and the underground
facility all certainly seemed to be.
“What kind of aliens,” she wondered, “are involved with the
government or military?”
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