Content Description:Using Thomas Bullard's structure of UFO abduction narratives as an object of analysis, this paper looks closely at UFO lore and makes comparisons with Greek mythology.
Long time ago...
Content Description:Using Thomas Bullard's structure of UFO abduction narratives as an object of analysis, this paper looks closely at UFO lore and makes comparisons with Greek mythology.
April 1991/Eugene, ORMeditating the night before I met with Diane and George. I had an abrupt “waking dream” (I call them “mind post cards now) -- I am awake, but having a vision, transported somewhere. I’m about ten years old in the dining room of my childhood home in Los Angeles. I see a man, in gray, kneeling-- squatting on the floor. He’s busy doing something, and there are about four or five steel boxes about the size of bread boxes near him. They have lights on them, some of them are flashing; yellow, green, blue, red. This man is small with blondish- red hair and he’s human --- almost. He’s about three quarters human and one quarter humanoid; something else.
He looks up suddenly at me, and I get such a hit of hostility and anger from him. It’s obvious I am not supposed to be here, not supposed to see him. I gett the sense in a few moments he’d be fone, and I happend upon him early, too soon. I’m a little scared and well aware of his feeling I shouldn’t be here, but I’m also angrey at him! This is my house! My dining room! I “wake-up” snap out of it is more accurate, for I wasn’t alsleep -- as if someone’s turned the switch off and the “movie” is gone. I feel very uncomfortable.
May 1991/Eugene, OR
First UFO Study and Support Group at the library. Put up three flyers, about twelve people showed up. Good meeting -- our agenda is to not have one. Research, study, compare notes.
A couple showed up with their daughter who was about eleven. The daugher had heard voices all her life, and is in counseling. Diana and George (not their real names) really felt for her and felt as if we’ve seen her, or know her, somehow. The mothter seemed receptive -- knw a little about stones and crystals. Diane upfront about her Wiccan, pagan path. No one batted an eye. I was slightly open regarding that. (note: today, of course, I am on that same path.) The mother now tells me she feels Diane is “bringing demons” to her, into her house, because of her “witchcraft.” Discouraging. Odd, too, because whe was very open and told me she’s glad we had the meeting and wants to meet again, but not if the meeting takes place at Diane’s.
One man who attended told a story of seeing creature/visitor/intruder/alien/forgein other with witnessess.
The next eveinging, as I was leaving work, opening my car door, I heard a voice inside/outside (to my left, by my left) (note: when I do encounter spirit voices it is always on my left) and I told myself it was just the sound of the door opening. Two “words”” came throught. Last night, I heard voices again. And an odd thing: eyes closes, suddenlty shapes taking a life of their own and forming into the black eyes, and I felt a presence (to my left.) I opened my eyes suddenly, did not see anything, but really felt “it” -- before opening my eyes I said “I don’t want you here!” and it left.
On my way to the meeting at Diane’s when the phone rang -- no one there. Diane saw a UFO the next morning. That night her oldest son had an emergency regarding his hand, he also gets frequent nose bleeds. (note: why I wrote that last sentecne at the time I don’t know, must have felt it was related.)
Last Friday I had coffee with Sherri. She told me she's involved with many contactees, occasionally gives workshops on the "UFO thing" and then told me about a woman who called her one night not long ago saying she felt very ill, and had to be taken to the hospital. She was told she was pregnant; she said impossible, she hadn't had sex, etc. She felt very ill for weeks, then, on a check-up, she was no longer pregnant. Then, she started hearing voices and seeing the little gray men, and hearing a baby cry.. They were in her living room, and the "lobster baby" was there. They told her she wasn't ready yet to handle any of this. This woman told Sherri she was scarred and afraid she was going crazy. Supposedly this woman had not heard of this happening to others, or of alien abdcutions. Sherri is trying to arrange for me to meet some of these people.
Updated… after I posted this post yesterday, saw a Facebook comment from UFO scholar Scott Santa, who reminded us that Rudloe Manor, with all its secrets and underground doings, is not a new discovery. Not that I assumed it was a new discovery, simply that Ancient Aliens was delving into this still covert place. Santa pointed out that Rudloe Manor was addressed in Timothy Good's Above Top Secret. A book which I've read! But many years ago, and clearly, have forgotten that Good discussed this in his book.
In the southwest corner of the Wiltshire, England countryside lies the mysterious structure known as Rudloe Manor. On the surface, it appears to be nothing more than a quaint English manor house, but researchers have argued for years that it has been the epicenter of British research into UFOs since World War II. British Ministry of Defence (MOD) insiders claim that an astounding 2.2 million square feet of vast caverns divided into many smaller chambers lie buried underneath Rudloe Manor (Ancient Aliens)
One retired remote viewer for the U.S. military named David Morehouse wrote of his own experience in his book Psychic Warrior.Those two words: "psychic warrior" reminded me of a dream I had last night. Lately, I've been having some interesting dreams -- see my post at my Orange Orb Tarot blog -- last night, I dreamt I was back in that shop, and someone (unseen, from above) had given me a silver bracelet with the words Psychic Warrior stamped on it.
I'm going in and out of being the observer of the dream-play, and being the character.
I'm a young woman, in my early thirties, blond. I'm a little tipsy, walking back home at night from a party. I'm dressed for clubbing, for partying. (A short silver metallic skirt.) To get to my house, I have to walk through a wooded area. The house is set way back from the sidewalk; a good quarter mile or more.
As I'm walking through the woods, a I see two lights coming at me. Turns out to be a car. Two men in their twenties get out of the car, hanging onto the doors. One is clearly smarter than the other, but they're both punks. Up to no good. I'm nervous. They start with their crap; I'm worried they're going to rape me. The one dumb guy wants to, but the smarter one says "Nah, we're not going to do that! Just hassle her a little." They push me around a little. Then I fall to the ground, can't move. Want to move, just can't. Something is holding me there, keeping me immobile.
Then the smart guy gets worried. He realizes my house, where I live with my family, is the Munsters house. The Munsters are Very Important Citizens around these parts. If it gets known they've been hassling a Munster (me) there'll be trouble. (The Munsters are not the characters in the TV series, the monsters, -- well, they are, but don't look like the TV characters. They look like the rest of us.)
I think to myself, in the dream, "I didn't know the Munsters were a real family that the TV show was derived from." (I realize this makes no sense; if I'm a Munster, wouldn't I know that? But that's Dream World for you.)
The smart guy is thinking what to do. The dumb guy wants to kill me and get it over with, just get out of there. Finally, Smart Guy says "I got it!" He just happens to have alien masks -- of the ubiquitous grays -- in his car. He tells Dumb Guy if they wear the masks, it will cause them to have the ability to hypnotize me and make me, and everyone else, think I was abducted by aliens.
This confuses Dumb Guy. "Are we aliens?!" he asks in a panic.
"No, dumb shit, we're pretending to be aliens!"
"Won't that make us become aliens?" frets Dumb Guy.
"Of course not stupid. Jesus, what a dumb ass."
"Are you sure?" whines Dumb Guy, looking around.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Now put on the mask."
Meanwhile, I'm still sitting there, unable to move, and losing consciousness.
They put on the masks, but Smart Guy is starting to get a little nervous. He's looking around, and up, like the real aliens are going to show up soon.
Then I wake up. Damn cats.