set-up to further my understanding of this phenomenon, as well as to help those individuals struggling with their own experiences. I am what the researchers have labeled an ‘alien abductee’ - although I ‘feel’ with instinct that this is incorrect. My own experiences involve an intelligence that fits the many alien abduction reports of the small grey beings - but my intuition is telling me that they are ‘family’ of a sort. It is this familiarization with these grey beings that have caused the greatest confusion within me. However, being an abductee I have never felt a ‘victim’ - rather I have had a strange calmness to all that as occurred in my life. In this chapter I will be discussing the alien abduction phenomenon, as well as relating some of the many experiences from people who have all shared with me their own personal accounts, and given their consent to their experiences being published within the pages of this book. I cannot vouch for the sincerity of these individuals, nor can I convince you the reader of my own personal experiences. But within these pages you will read of peoples’ strange accounts with an unknown intelligence, that seems to be interacting with us, albeit in a cloaked and invisible fashion away from the scrutinizing eyes of the world. The confusing aspects to some UFO sightings is of course the objects behavior concerning it’s ariel maneuverability and of it’s eerie silence. The majority of UFO witnesses just observe the ariel object, and that appears to be all there is to the sighting - but with the odd case there appears more to the experience than just a mere observation of a UFO. There can be associated with the sighting more confusing aspects such as ‘missing time’, and peculiar behavior by the individuals that didn’t seem to make sense either before during or after the event. Below is an example from a young man named John Summers, who contributed the following experiences, which are in three parts, to my wesite: StarChildren.
YORKSHIRE: Part I.
By, John Summers.
My stepfather worked for the Army attached to 43 squadron of the then RCT (Royal corps of transport). We were based in the military town of Aldershot Hants until May 1977, when we were moved up to North Humberside, Yorkshire, near a small market town called Market Weighton.
My stepfather worked as a driving instructor for the Army and taught ten miles away at Leconfield, a small Royal Air Force base taken over by the Army that housed a Royal naval rescue Helicopter service. As Market Weighton was our nearest town, that is where I did my secondary schooling - a very close knit community that did not take too kindly to strangers moving in, especially those strangers who drove 4-8 ton military vehicles constantly through their small town everyday.
Our house overlooked a five-acre field growing wheat, and beyond that more fields growing anything from potatoes to strawberries. Light pollution in this part of the world was at its lowest and the countryside very quiet at nighttime to.
Life seemed to be going ok, and I was settled now by 1978, and at the age of twelve was now well into my first year of secondary school - and doing well. One particular Monday evening and it must have been between 8-9pm as I remember Des O’Connor was on ITV with his then chat show. It was late autumn and was dark outside. Inside the house my mother went to the back French patio doors to close the curtains for the evening, and as she did so she looked up into the clear night sky and seemed to begin watching something with a half excited look upon her face. She called my stepfather over quietly as not to spook me. They both stood together looking-up into the sky through the glass of the French patio doors.
After what seemed an eternity, my stepfather went outside much to the concern of my mother, at which point I now became very curious as to what they were looking at. As I got closer to the window I saw what they were observing - what had kept them so transfixed to the window for what seemed ages. I saw this pale blue orb glowing in the night sky and making slow circular movements. ‘‘What is it mum?'' I asked. She just stood there motionless without saying a word, as my stepfather walked outside into our back garden, and seemed to freeze where he stood as he looked up. It was about 400 ft up, but difficult to be precise as it was nighttime, and at the time I had no concept of distance in height at all, its only later in life that I now know what 400 ft looks like. The orb was small about the size of a tennis ball but a very pale blue in colour, and seemed very solid. Some clouds came and partially covered it, and the object then moved in-between the clouds as if to remain visible to us. It then moved very fast as if it had been on an elastic band to the left and then downwards, making a very sharp right angle turn. No sound came from the object at all, and when it stopped suddenly it started to make a small circle movement. I tried to ask questions but found it hard to speak, and as I looked up at my mother she just seemed to be transfixed on the orb and never made another sound - my stepfather was still motionless looking up towards this thing and he also was speechless.
The observing of this orb seemed to go on for a very long time, and then all of a sudden the orb just vanished, as if it had been turned off! As this happened my mother looked down at me and asked why I wasn’t in bed? I tried to explain that I was looking at what they were looking at, her next response was simply "Go to bed!" My stepfather came in and said something along the lines of ''well, that’s the garage locked,'' as if nothing had happened. I remember my Stepfather putting me to bed saying I must get to sleep and to not get up. This was strange; as my mother was the one who usually put me to bed, and never really said anything ever about not getting up.
A very strange night, and to some extent very confusing. When we had finished watching this orb, Des O’Connor had finished sometime ago, and I for one didn’t remember it finishing. I specifically remember it had only just started when my mother first noticed the orb outside. I remember that the Des O’Connor show used to be on for an hour - correct me if I’m wrong please. When I finally got to bed that night I remember my stepfather saying it had gone midnight!
Nothing had been said since as I grew up, and I spoke of it to my mother only last year and she doesn’t say much, and tries to change the subject, or seems very disinterested in what I’m talking about with her.
A very strange time, and only the beginning of some odd and strange goings on around that area and time. I have had similar and more profound incidents since.
