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Post by auntym on Mar 11, 2015 11:59:37 GMT -6
ufodigest.com/article/communion-0311
WHITLEY STRIEBER’S 'COMMUNION' IS NUMBER ONE ON THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LISTBy Will Johnson March 11, 2015 Whitley Strieber's "Communion" had just made its way to #1 (with a bullet) on the New York Times bestseller list (the other gray lady) and thanks to the fairly thorough press coverage (for a non-fiction book about alien abductions–who would have thunk it?), the image of Whitley's lady was burned into my impressionable 7 year old mind. What this means is that I grew up with my back against the wall - literally! I propped my bed against the corner of my room every night and sat upright, a close eye on the door, window, and closet. I sat watch all night and waited for one of Whitley's visitors to pop out of my closet and shout "peek-a-boo" in a mechanical voice with a Midwestern twang (the mechanical Midwestern twang of the gray lady being one of the many bizarre details that made "Communion" the most frightening "UFO book" ever written.) The lack of nocturnal sleep soon took its toll on my diurnal wakefulness and my mother took me to our family pediatrician. My nurse mother raised me to think of doctors as the great wise men and precise technicians of the unassailable medical establishment, the final fruit of all dialectical struggles in human history. In some sense, of course, it is. The practitioners of modern medicine have saved my life and the lives of those I love on more than one occasion, but do they think outside of their paradigm? In my naivete, I expected Dr. Bogdanovich to at least give me a handle on my concerns. The smartest in our society would by necessity also be the most open-minded, right? So my mother drove me to his office, a fluorescent-lit cube as cold as any abductee examination room. "What seems to be the problem, big guy?" asked Dr. Bogdanovich as he sat me up on the examination table. He smelled like aftershave. I think I suddenly preferred the cheddar cheese smell of the grays (that's what they smelled like according to Whitley Strieber.) "I'm afraid that aliens will come into my room at night and abduct me." "Aliens, huh? I don't blame you! Aliens are pretty scary. I'm afraid of aliens too!" The jack-*bleep* was patronizing me. Patronizing me! "You know those Ghostbuster packs they sell at Toys R' Us? Well, they don't just work against ghosts! They also work against aliens! So next time aliens come into your room just zap them with the Ghostbuster pack and that'll get rid of 'em! Will you buy him a Ghostbuster pack, mom?" "Sure," said my mother. "Would you like your mother to get you one of those packs?" he asked me. "Sure," I said, too well-mannered to not play his stupid game. What a loss of innocence and a blow to my naive humanism. Dr. Bogdanovich was nothing but an Amazing Randi. An Amazing Randi, MD (and I thought Doogie Howser was annoying.) "Now go out to the desk and get a lollipop from Gretchen, our receptionist. I'd like to have a word with your mother." From Gretchen's front desk I heard Dr. Bogdanovich comfort my mother: CONTINUE READING: ufodigest.com/article/communion-0311
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Post by paulette on Mar 11, 2015 21:30:52 GMT -6
yeah - not sure anything was changed. I was impressed that the guy in Britian got compensation from the Vets for his PTSD and radiation poisoning. Very interesting. Weather balloons and swamp gas are not implicated in increased radiation.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 21:56:31 GMT -6
I always become really dis-interested when people start labeling themselves 'star child' or 'blue child' or any one of several catch phrases. I think technically we are ALL star children..connected in some strange fashion to the stars..to the universe..ever paid attention to astrology and how truly well the signs fit us? Some have to go some extra mile and fashion themselves 'special' in some way. We are ALL special...and I detest these labels like walk-in's (um..aliens who slip into human bodies pretending to be that person)...and a host of others. I know..people have been and are being abducted...we don't know why...we one day will...I am positive of that too..in the meantime..we need remember how very special we all are. Of course there are children born (who turn into people) who have higher IQ's..they aren't 'blue' children..I've never seen a kid wandering around who is blue. Can't we just be happy being who we are..
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Post by paulette on Mar 21, 2015 11:52:38 GMT -6
We are probably the ONLY species on this planet which is consistently dissatisfied with what is and who we are. I spent the last hour I worked on Friday in the company of a teen woman and her mother. The teen is seriously considering suicide. Or she says she is (I'm not being snide, I only note that she hasn't tried in spite of thinking about it a lot.)However, with what she saying, her mother has put her on suicide watch. If she doesn't show up for a class - after 10 minutes they are to notify her and/or the RCMP (the school counsellor came up with this.) So now said daughter is very angry - she wants to be es-specially troubled, but not inconvenienced by it!
Her big problem? She wants to be the best and the special -est. But sometimes she suspects that she is not. This is a serious problem! I'm being serious. I think as people matter of factly deal with her threats, she may have to up them! And many people who don't actually expect to succeed - do on the first try. Although this is unusual, I am worried about her and give her a little "pep talk" (in my mind) when I think about her.
Humans undergo horrific proceedures to try to like themselves better, be prettier, etc. Can imagine a giraffe with a bump on its nose being worried about that? As long as it can breathe - all good. We drive ourselves crazy wanting to be special - to someone, to everyone, to our unrealistic expectations. Being a star child or Indigo child (I think that's your reference)works if we don't have the usual plans of just being thinner, prettier, richer, smarter.....
But then again....I think I am special. No really. I do. I think the visitor contact changed me. I think that I have psi powers (very modest) and know it. I think I am smarter than at least lots of people (and glad of it). And I think I have some magical connection which I cannot really articulate but at various times in my life have strongly felt. Dolphins have come of their own free will and visited me in the waters of the Gulf of Mexico and also maybe protected me that day. My daughter shares some of this benign strangeness as well. I don't know that it makes us BETTER. But it does place us outside the usual box...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 12:50:24 GMT -6
I truly believe that we are 'altered' by these experiences that we've had...but I don't think it's anything that was given to us. I think we had these things to begin with and that is what attracted these beings in the first place. What I think may have happened is that by encounter...our eyes and minds were open to something that might have remained dormant without that little jiggle. That we can entertain the idea of bigfoot or ufo's or magic or druids or any paranormal events...was a given when we started to remember encounters and abductions. I know I had some 'abilities' as a child before the being popped up in my room and lojacked my ear (certain of this I am). I had dreams that came true..I was never quite as shocked as the rest of my family by things..I'd already seen them. I don't think I was really special..I think no one had 'ruined' the ability by making fun of it..or telling me to grow up. In my case..no one cared enough to be concerned with my very fanciful imagination. I outran a coiled rattlesnake once and felt so much adrenalin pumping I thought I could fly...I was 6..and that was the night the being came and started my lifelong ear ringing.
I wonder..how many kids became suicidal who couldn't adjust to the kind of 'special' we are..or would be. I wonder how many parents destroyed (out of concern and love of course) the 'special' thing in their children. I do know that from the time they're 2 or 3 children begin needing and demanding attention. Sometimes it's given sometimes it's disciplined as an annoyance..but people (parents) don't slow down enough to try and communicate..they want that child to come up to their level..understand how very busy they are..(all my opinion of course). I noticed my neighbor the other day. Has a 2 year old (at the time) and was a couple of months pregnant with #2. The little boy wanted to be held..picked up and cuddled..mom told him he was big now and had to walk because she couldn't lift him any more because of the NEW baby. Guess who tries to slap or pinch #2 when ever mom's back is turned. I see causes and effects now..that I never used to. I do stop to wonder sometimes..exactly what we're supposed to do with eyes wide open...especially with age rearing it's inevitability...what was the reason for the wake up call?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 13:40:37 GMT -6
In my wanderings I ran into this..I think I'll get it Your brain was wired by your parents and society by the time you were age seven, mostly with limited beliefs. You are not your brain. You can rewire your brain and experience an incredible world you can not see right now. The pictures and statements in this ebook are purposely combined to rewire your brain. Experience this book today. 50 Things You Needed To Hear As A Child It's an ebook
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Post by auntym on Mar 19, 2018 12:02:09 GMT -6
www.smashwords.com/interview/whitleystrieber202 Interview with Whitley StrieberPublished 2018-03-19. Since you published Communion, you have been among the most controversial of all authors. How do you react to that?My career became controversial when I published Communion, about a strange experience I had in December of 1985. The book was not about alien contact, it was about an unexplained experience. But when it became a bestseller, it was co-opted by both UFO believers and skeptics and sucked into their debate. The UFO believers asserted that I was saying that I was abducted by aliens. The skeptics said that I must be a liar. I was helpless to prevent what became an enormous false controversy. My position was clearly stated in the book, which is that I don't know what happened, only that it was very intense, very physical in that it left me with diagnosable injuries, and it was unexplained. That remains my position to this day. Given all the controversy, do you still have an audience?I have a much smaller audience than I once did. Years and years of debunking and laughter have greatly diminished my reach and the impact of my work. Readers will certainly buy the books of a controversial author, but not of an author who is being laughed at. That they will not do. From the airing of the Southpark pilot, "Cartman Gets an Anal Probe" in 1997 to a December, 2017 edition of NPR's "Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me" in which host Peter Sagal made anal probe jokes in reaction to the US Navy's official release of a sequence of UFO video, my 1985 rape has remained a source of humor. This keeps people away from my work. It's extremely unfortunate, because since the Communion experience and my effort to re-engage with whatever had caused it by returning again and again in the night to the place in the woods of upstate New York where it happened, I have developed an absolutely unique relationship with whatever it is that is causing the vast outpouring of abduction and close encounter testimony. "They" are in my life right now, 30 years later, as an intimate and deeply engaged presence. This is certainly the first time that anything like this has happened and not been immediately shoehorned into some sort of mythological or folkloric belief by the person to whom it was happening. They have gone from being a terrifying presence in my life to one for which I am deeply grateful and which enriches me every single day of my life. I turned toward the unknown instead of running away from it and have information of incalculable value to offer as a result. That is the story of my life. And I was scorned and derided for it, and my struggle was laughed at. That, also, is my story. You're considered a laughingstock by many. Why is that?That's right, I'm called the "rectal probe man" because of the way I described the rape that was part of the Communion event. I was embarrassed at the time to call it a rape, but that's what it was. It took me 25 years even to use that word with my wife. It is, of course, insensitive to laugh at a person who has been raped, but I am a special case in that most of the people who do this assume that Communion was a lie and therefore that it's okay to kick me around. It was not a lie. The events happened. As as to the rape, it left so much physical damage that I am in pain to this day from it. What's the story behind your latest book?My most recent book is the Afterlife Revolution. I wrote it with my wife Anne--after her death. How did that come about, and in a world that mostly denies even the existence of the soul, how can it be true? In the mid nineties, she discovered as she was reading thousands of letters from other close encounter witnesses, that close encounters of the third kind and encounters with dead friends and relatives went hand in hand. And, in fact, this was also reported by Lorie Barnes, Raven Dana and others who had close encounters in our upstate New York cabin. It happened to me, in fact, on the night of December 26, 1985. We worked out a plan of afterlife communication. The first of us to die would contact friends who had no idea of our plan, and only then contact the loved one. Not two hours after Anne died, I got the first call from such a friend, Belle Fuller, who said to me, "Whitley, the strangest thing just happened. I heard Anne telling me to call you. Is she all right?" (She knew that Anne was ill.) I said to her, "Belle, Anne died an hour and a half ago." This kept happening, and finally I realized that Anne was carrying out our plan. The Afterlife Revolution is the result, and stands at the only book ever written by collaborators between the worlds of the living and the dead, with any sort of corroborating evidence to it. Witnesses are named in the book. Esteemed afterlife investigator Dr. Gary Schwartz was so convinced by what he personally witnessed that he wrote a foreword for it. It stands in direct opposition to the common assumption that there is no soul. In fact, it suggests that the soul is the one thing about us that really matters. www.smashwords.com/interview/whitleystrieber202
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Post by auntym on Mar 28, 2018 18:41:50 GMT -6
www.unknowncountry.com/journal/ufo-disclosures-continue-terror-returns-meWhitley Strieber As UFO DIsclosures Continue, the Terror Returns for MeWednesday, March 28, 2018 Starting in December of last year, the US Department of Defense began officially releasing video of UFO encounters recorded by fighter pilots on advanced imaging devices of various kinds. As soon as it started to happen, I wondered if the terror I experienced in the years after I published Communion would return and sure enough, it has. I am not talking about terror having to do with the visitors. I've long since made an accommodation with them. While I wouldn't deny that they have done things that are terrifying, including to me, my life with them is not like that now. I stuck with it and gradually came to what I have now, which is useful to me on many, many different levels. No, I am talking about the attacks on me and the oppression of me that was carried out with an official locomotion. I have increasing evidence that it has started again, and this time I intend to speak out about it. First, of course, there's this website, which is being constantly damaged and degraded in many subtle ways by somebody who can enter it undetected. There are only two possibilities here: somebody from my service provider is responsible or somebody with a high level of hacking skill is doing it. The reason I say this is that it is protected by one of the most sophisticated firewalls on the market. To enter it, you need either to already be behind that firewall or you need to be able to circumvent it. (No credit card information is kept on the site. It's not about stealing anything. It's about making things not work right, in order to frustrate users.) Now, today, I got some very chilling information. I was recently invited to be on Gaia TV by one of the hosts. I agreed. But then a day later, the producer called me and told me I wasn't wanted. I wondered why not. I have been led to believe that word came down from the top that "Whitley has been known to tell tall tales." That exact phrase, and that is what has frightened me so much. The reason is that this precise phrase, word for word, was used by men claiming to be federal officials who visited my doctor right after Communion was published and my film agent. The men claimed to be FBI agents, but who knows what they really were. One of my doctor's nurses told me that they had demanded my medical records and had said that "Whitley tells tall tales and we need to find out if there's anything wrong with him." According to the agent's assistant, he was told that "Whitley tells tall tales and it would be unpatriotic and harmful to the country to set up Communion as a film." I don't know if the doctor gave them any records or not, but I do know that the agent gave the project to only one producer. He had just released a film called Ishtar, which was an infamous bomb, and had already been let go when I was sent in to talk to him about Communion. It ended up being produced independently and given a tiny, almost perfunctory release. And now I hear this same precise phrase from Gaia TV. What is so infuriating to me about it is that they have many guests and hosts on who make outlandish claims without a shred of evidence, and my story is among the best and most carefully documented cases of the unexplained, if not the best, in history. Just to reiterate, I have deposited in the public record medical and psychological tests, lie detector tests and a host of witness testimony in support of my claims. Ed Conroy, with Report on Communion, has left in the record an extremely detailed analysis of virtually every claim I made in Communion, supporting me. In fact, in all the UFO world, I don't think that there is another case that even comes close to the level of documentation I offer, or the consistency over now more than 30 years of public life. As most of you know, I have a functioning implant in my left ear. I use it all the time and I'm glad it's there. I am, in fact, provably in touch with the visitors and not only that, with visitors who DO have our best interests at heart. Whether they all do or not I cannot know, but I have had these people in my life for at least 30 years and probably more, and I am not only still here, I have been given some truly marvelous insights and had some phenomenal experiences, and I can only hope that the circle will widen. I've been a sort of test bed. Can a human brain accommodate hyperdimensional perceptions? How far are we able to go? I am living proof that we can go very damn far indeed, that, in fact, we have the potential to become a much more potent species at every level than we are now. And how does the government react? With fear, suspicion and boneheaded stupidity. They come face to face with one of the few instances in history that a human being has provably broken through to a higher level of being, proving that we are capable of a glorious future beyond imagination. And what is their response? "Whitley has been known to tell tall tales." Thank you air force or CIA or whoever you are. Thank you, Gaia TV. www.unknowncountry.com/journal/ufo-disclosures-continue-terror-returns-me
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Post by paulette on Mar 28, 2018 21:43:20 GMT -6
Interesting. "Tall tales", means, IMO stretched tales. Tales or stories added to as time goes by. Of course, everything we remember and relate has been edited, with the most interesting parts elaborated on, and the boring parts diminished. And we remember what we "need" to remember - what is relevant in our memories to what is happening RIGHT NOW. Which is why people are triggered into remembering things they thought they had forgotten (hoped they had forgotten). But unlike an ebook, that disappeared after awhile, what we remember can be retreived no matter how inconvenient that is.
Whitley's books had profound effects on me. I was grappling with my memories and trying to decide if what seemed to have happened to me was good. Or bad. Whitley allowed me to consider that in the case of aliens (and maybe a lot of other beings) we just don't know. Will it be useful? Will it shape my life somehow? At my age now, I ponder how I ended up moving from Texas (and my country) to Canada (now my country). One encouraging reason was that I had a dream and the dream voice said: "You won't remember all of this. But get back to Canada." And so, because I didn't have any others plans on the go--I did. Can't exactly attribute that to aliens but...
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Post by jcurio on Apr 4, 2018 10:29:37 GMT -6
Whitley's books had profound effects on me. I was grappling with my memories and trying to decide if what seemed to have happened to me was good. Or bad. Whitley allowed me to consider that in the case of aliens (and maybe a lot of other beings) we just don't know. Will it be useful? Will it shape my life somehow? Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/5529/whitley-strieber#ixzz5Bij8NZGk********* What did it DO for Whitley? I’m not talking “fame”; money. I’m talking about this guy HAS been “allowed” to speak. There is so much more information on this guy (on the Net) than “the normal person to be researched”. Not saying he isn’t normal.! He’s got his followers, his detractors, and they are all vocal, too. Right now, the ONLY thing that could “shock” me about this guy, would be for him to suddenly say something like “his marriage was a sham”. ☹️ But here’s the thing: his “ambivalence” unnerves me. Sure he has talked about the possibility of “them” being demons. He’s been on the fence. One side or the other. I recently read that he thinks he was exposed to something like milabs since childhood (where have I been that I didn’t know this was now part of his story??). And yeah, different sorts of “characters” in his life, both good and bad, would and could be,? rather confusing at best.... Is this how I sound from day to day? Confused? What has THIS type of “knowledge” DONE for any of us? Ultimately we have compassion for one another. Thats something. But, and this is huge to me, Whitley states that he was raped, what that object looked like, and that he has proof (physical scars) of this violation. I put in the search engine “how does Whitley S. accept his rape circumstance”. And I could have read non-stop for DAYS. That is such a “defining moment” for so many people- including the hecklers; of course. He (Whitley) cannot separate out this “event” from other events.... even while looking at his “experiences” as a whole. HE can’t. Yeah. I have a ton of compassion for the guy.
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Post by jcurio on Apr 5, 2018 13:03:15 GMT -6
(whenever I reread myself, I sound so negative.)
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So, here’s a comment directly after the above article in Whitney’s blog:
by Jay Marion on 30 Mar 2018 at 12:26
I admit to being unfamiliar with Gaia TV, but then again even though I read a lot, I am somewhat particular about what I will spend my time on. If Gaia TV, after more than 30 years of WS writing, does not know enough about Whitley Strieber that an unnamed source can scare them away from hosting you, then I don't see what they could have offered. Of course, an author has to sell his books to make a living, and I completely understand that, but these people do not seem to be the kind of folks that really have their act together. Too bad, because their audience would have been treated to an interview with a truly exceptional mind and voice, one that dares to ask questions without expecting easy answers.
As far as hackers or attackers to the website, the signs are not good. "Something" has been trying to shut you down, you represent a question that is too dangerous to answer. Instead of coming up with an easily explained(even if easily disbelieved)story of strictly alien abduction, you had to go and speak about all that "other stuff", that most of our religions make reference to but that modern society denies. Funny that we are seeing public disclosure of what seem to be clear UFO activities. This suggests, to me, that there are people/agents/government agencies that are looking to steer this discussion towards the more spectacular but not satisfying, "craft from outer space" and not an enigmatic soul related one. If there is anything I have gotten from WS's writings over the last 30 years it is that there is a LOT more to all of this than the nuts and bolts stuff. Probably the crux resides in the soul and efforts continue to make sure that aspect is not embraced. Why? I honestly don't know, but things seem to be happening with a decided purpose, away from an internal source(or external, if we think of both concepts having a common origin--the soul).
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Post by paulette on Apr 7, 2018 11:13:06 GMT -6
I had to go find out what milabs were: "milab - Wiktionary en.wiktionary.org/wiki/milabEnglish[edit]. Etymology[edit]. Blend of military + abduction. Noun[edit]. milab (plural milabs). (neologism) A deceitful military operation performed to convince the targets of the operation that they have had an encounter with extraterrestrial beings, though it is actually a staged ploy. quotations ▽. 1996 Helmut Lammer Ph.D OK. Once again, that strange intimation that military and aliens (or their technologies)have been used together to...what? Scare people on small farms? Terrify half-asleep policemen driving the circuit around their town? Traumatize children? I donno. Whitley has always raised more questions than one had before reading one of his books. I really indentiified with his early fright accounts of him in his cabin and also taking a night walk and...I really had walked that walked. Have I had calmer and more respectful interactions that I don't remember? Donno. Had quite a time gap in my most organized memories of one night.
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Post by paulette on Apr 7, 2018 11:20:43 GMT -6
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Post by jcurio on Apr 7, 2018 22:28:38 GMT -6
[ ********** (From the article above) Whitley: However, it's much more complicated. A relationship with them--and I had one for 11 years, a very deep one--is not all bad. Far from it. Despite what had been done to me, I quickly realized that something completely incredible had happened: I had come into contact with intelligent creatures that were not human--at least, not as I define that term. What they were and are I still do not know. In February of 1986, I started going out into the woods around my house at night, trying to confront them. And they did respond. I ended up in a sort of school, taught by masters and monsters, a dangerous, complicated, immeasurably fulfilling and terrifying school.
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Post by jcurio on Apr 8, 2018 20:32:33 GMT -6
I put in the search engine “how does Whitley S. accept his rape circumstance”. And I could have read non-stop for DAYS. Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/5529/whitley-strieber#ixzz5C8cX4kuH****** I guess I should have also said that I read the stuff Whitley wrote on this also. I think he admits that he can’t tell the good guys from the bad guys. What’s a guy going to do? You have to adjust to your circumstances however you can. As far as I can tell, not every person that encounters the “abduction experience”, comes away from it saying that they were raped. There could be several reasons ..... like it doesn’t happen every time, they don’t remember, don’t have physical injuries; etc. There may be some “good visitors” that really try to not traumatize any humans. IDK. ?
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Post by paulette on Apr 8, 2018 22:22:41 GMT -6
Mary and Steve indicated that there were various groups of aliens that visited Earth. I asked him point blank to ask his "contacts" if I had been. He replied that the answer they got was I and my family had been in contact with those who are indifferent to their effects on humans.
In truth I don't remember anything terrible. My son's story was of being home alone and surrounded in my bed upstairs by large crows with big black eyes. I later saw him set off a scanner in a video store. He just looked at the clerk (he was about 13) and said, "It's probably my alien implant." If he was tagged and released, he has no further stories to tell.
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Post by jojustjo on Apr 9, 2018 23:01:45 GMT -6
In contact with...is a unique way of putting it. Try as I might...I couldn't put it quite that way
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Post by auntym on Feb 2, 2019 14:20:13 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2019/02/when-alien-abductees-are-watched-by-them/ When Alien Abductees Are Watched By “Them”by Nick Redfern / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/nredfern/February 2, 2019 In 1987, Whitley Strieber’s book Communion was published. Five years later, in the latter part of 1992, the Strieber family started to receive disturbing, late-night phone calls. Sometimes, they were way after midnight. Of course, whenever any of us get a phone call in the early hours of the morning, we immediately think the worst: it’s someone calling with bad news. Thankfully, they weren’t those kinds of calls, but they were certainly traumatic in the extreme. Typically, the voice at the other end of the line did nothing but deliver a blast of what Strieber called “scary, sneering laughter.” The most obvious explanation would be that this was all the work of pranksters, or some deranged nut who had gotten hold of Strieber’s withheld number and thought it would be fun to shake him up a bit. Maybe a lot. Except, that wasn’t the case, as Strieber was able to prove. Quickly tired by the calls, Strieber arranged to have Caller ID attached to the family’s phone-line. It was a very wise decision, as it revealed something remarkable. The calls were not coming from someone in Ufology, after all. Rather, they were coming from a particular facility owned by a company called E.G. & G. Understandably angered, and puzzled too, Strieber called them up to see what was going on. He came straight to the point and told the receptionist on the line that not only had he received intimidating calls, but that he had proof – via Caller ID – that the calls were coming from E.G. & G. In other words: take that. What sounded like the voice of a very old man suddenly came onto the phone and assured Strieber that he would “look into it.” No further calls were made to Strieber’s home, which is extremely telling. Strieber didn’t stop there, though. He took on the role of detective and dug deeply into the world of E.G. & G. In the process, he discovered that the company had ties to NASA, to the Department of Energy, and even to the world’s most well-known secret base (which is surely the ultimate oxymoron), Area 51. Was someone at E.G. & G. trying to destabilize Strieber with all of those late-night calls? Maybe so. That Strieber hit back – and hit back hard, too – quickly put paid to the psychological-warfare techniques of those who were not happy with Strieber’s work and the tremendous amount of exposure he had been getting since 1987. There was, however, more to come. One year later, in 1993, said Strieber, and after having been given apparently classified information on where the U.S. Government’s top secret UFO data could be found, “Spooks started prowling around my neighborhood upstate. A business associate was accosted on an airplane by a group of young men who flashed badges, claimed to be with the National Security Agency, and questioned him about our activities for a couple of hours.” Those same agents were reportedly looking at attempted penetrations of Department of Defense computers. Then, on one occasion in the following year, 1994, someone managed to stealthily get into Strieber’s cabin, skillfully disabling his security system in the process, and checking out the contents of his computer. Clearly, Strieber was a person of deep interest to more than a few people in the shadowy world of government espionage and clandestine operations. And, it wasn’t just Strieber, his family, and that friend accosted by the NSA who felt the brunt of all this. There was also a man named Ed Conroy. In 1989, Ed Conroy, a San Antonio, Texas-based journalist, wrote a book titled Report on Communion. It was an independent study of Whitley Strieber and his incredible experiences. In taking on the project, Conroy didn’t realize what he had got himself into. At least, not at first he didn’t. What began as an impartial investigation into Strieber’s claims, soon mutated into something very different: Conroy found himself under similar intimidation to that which would eventually hit the Strieber family. Weird phone calls, secret surveillance and – even – visits from those mysterious black helicopters, whose crews keep more than a careful watch on alien abductees, abounded… mysteriousuniverse.org/2019/02/when-alien-abductees-are-watched-by-them/
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Post by auntym on Feb 4, 2019 13:11:30 GMT -6
mysteriousuniverse.org/2019/02/alien-abduction-a-journalist-and-a-sinister-saga/ Alien Abduction, a Journalist, and a Sinister Sagaby Nick Redfern / mysteriousuniverse.org/author/nredfern/February 4, 2019 In 1989, Ed Conroy, a San Antonio, Texas-based journalist, wrote a book titled Report on Communion. It was an independent study of Whitley Strieber and his incredible experiences, as told in Strieber’s 1987 best-seller Communion. In taking on the project, Conroy didn’t realize what he had got himself into. At least, not at first he didn’t. What began as an impartial investigation into Strieber’s claims, soon mutated into something very different: Conroy found himself under similar intimidation to that which would eventually hit the Strieber family. Weird phone calls, secret surveillance and – even – visits from our old friends, those mysterious black helicopters, whose crews keep more than a careful watch on alien abductees, abounded. It was in the latter part of 1986 that Conroy was given a copy of the original manuscript of Communion. Initially, at least, Conroy didn’t display too much enthusiasm for the book. That is, until he read the book – as well as various other books from Strieber, too, including the truly chilling 1984 book, Warday, which is a hair-raising tale of a disastrous, limited nuclear exchange between the United States and the former Soviet Union. Conroy was now interested; very interested. Conroy was clearly destined to dig further, which he did. That Strieber was from San Antonio and Conroy worked there, made things easier, too. Conroy did an extensive interview with Strieber in April 1987, followed by a face to face meeting three months later. Conroy was, initially, planning to write an article or several on Strieber. He quickly realized, though, that there was enough material for a book – a book that would address the many and various intricacies from a detached, open-minded perspective. Conroy was destined not to remain detached though, and particularly so when he too was caught up in a definitive maelstrom of mystery and conspiracy. On one occasion, at the height of his research into Strieber’s story, Conroy encountered in his very own bedroom what he described as “a kind of shadow man, completely black, poised in the classic pose of Rodin’s ‘The Thinker.’” This sounds very much like what, today, are known as the Shadow People – malevolent, supernatural entities that have clear and undeniable links to the equally sinister Men in Black, who have nothing to do with the government (despite what the phenomenally successful Men in Black movies might suggest…) and everything to do with the UFO phenomenon itself. Strange noises plagued Conroy, waking him from a dead sleep, almost in a manipulative, playful fashion, but which bordered upon the unsettling. Then, there was the matter of those infamous copters. It was one particular morning in March 1987 that Ed Conroy found himself a target of whoever it is that flies the mysterious helicopters. It appeared to be a Bell 47, said Conroy, and it lacked an identifying markings – which is very curious, but absolutely typical of the helicopters of the phantom type. Notably, said Conroy: “What was remarkable about this particular helicopter was the inordinate amount of attention it seemed to be paying to my building.” In no time, and shortly after the Bell 47 finally exited the area, a totally black helicopter was on the scene too. Follow-up visits occurred – something which prompted Conroy to contact the Federal Aviation Administration for answers. No luck there. Things got even more intense in 1988 when Conroy was practically seeing helicopters here, there and everywhere. And particularly, again, in the direct vicinity of his apartment, including the huge, double-rotor, military Chinooks. Conroy even saw some of the helicopters vanish – as in literally vanish. Some kind of stealthy, cloaking technology, perhaps? Then, in June 1988 something else happened: while Conroy was out of town, someone changed the message on his answerphone, in his apartment. And it was changed again. And again. Clearly, someone was screwing with Conroy – perhaps even trying to plunge him into states of paranoia and fear. On top of that, Conroy started to hear strange clicking noises on his phone. Weird, unintelligible voices would call, saturated in electric static and which echoed the tactics of the Men in Black when, in the 1960s John Keel was investigating the infamous wave of “Mothman” sightings in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Such are the strange situations that can occur when we delve into the UFO puzzle. mysteriousuniverse.org/2019/02/alien-abduction-a-journalist-and-a-sinister-saga/
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Post by auntym on Feb 21, 2019 16:01:51 GMT -6
medium.com/s/reasonable-doubt/he-was-supposed-to-be-the-next-stephen-king-then-the-aliens-came-afd7195e0b49 He Was Supposed to Be the Next Stephen King. Then the Aliens Came.Reclusive writer Whitley Strieber reflects on his career — and ‘the visitors’ that interrupted itby Drew Millard / medium.com/@drewmillardFeb 11,2019 Whitley Strieber was supposed to be the next Stephen King, a pop-horror writer whose golden pen produced books begging for big-screen adaptations. His first novel, the 1978 werewolf-realism procedural Wolfen, was turned into a movie by the filmmaker behind Woodstock. In 1983, his sex-vampire thriller The Hunger was adapted into a movie starring David Bowie, Catherine Deneuve, and Susan Sarandon. It was directed by Tony Scott, who subsequently made Top Gun. A year later, Strieber’s fifth novel — a faux-journalistic account of life following a minor apocalypse called War Day, which he co-wrote with his friend James Kunetka — was optioned for nearly half a million dollars before even being published. Whitley Strieber was going places, and it was going to take something absolutely crazy for him to not get there. That’s when something crazy happened. Namely, one night at his cabin in upstate New York, Whitley Strieber had what he perceived to be an alien encounter. Or rather, an encounter with a group of nonhuman beings he refers to as, “the visitors.” His hesitation about calling the little beings who abducted him and performed gruesome experiments on his body “aliens” didn’t stop his publisher from slapping a gray alien on the cover of Communion, the 1987 memoir Strieber wrote about the experience. The book was a phenomenon, remaining atop the New York Times bestseller list for months. Communion, too, was adapted into a film, starring Christopher Walken, portraying the mild-mannered and urbane Strieber as, well, Christopher Walken. But being the horror novelist who meets aliens and gets played by Christopher Walken in a movie has its price, and that price is relegation to the fringes of society. Whitley Strieber understood this, but didn’t care. He wrote another memoir about the visitors, then another, all while sales of his novels slipped, and he began to fade into a permanent state of, if not obscurity, at least cultural ostracization. By the late 1990’s, Whitley Strieber was no longer the next Stephen King. He was now the guy who was once the next Stephen King who let his obsession with the paranormal torpedo his ability to be taken seriously. Then, one night on book tour, Strieber says that a mysterious man knocked on the door of his hotel room and told him that our understanding of global warming was inaccurate. Instead of just making the earth hotter, it would cause extreme weather on both ends of the spectrum. Whitley got to talking to his friend Art Bell, host of the legendary conspiracy radio show Coast to Coast AM, and they decided to write a book on the subject. It was called The Coming Global Superstorm, and despite being a nonfiction book with a few fictional interludes, Hollywood adapted it into a movie. That movie was called The Day After Tomorrow, and it made half a billion dollars at the box office. “There’s a lot about my life I cannot talk about,” Strieber told me shortly after he let me into the living room of his Santa Monica apartment. “There’s more that I don’t wish to talk about.” And yet, over the next three hours, he talked about it anyway. About being a broke aspiring writer in New York in the 1970’s. About quantum physics and classical music. About the mysterious biomechanical implant behind his ear that helped him knock out a multi-volume book about Hitler that he sees as an allegory for Donald Trump’s evil deeds. About the death of his wife Anne, whose spirit, he believes, remains with him. “She’s in some ways closer to me now than she ever could have been when she was physically alive,” he told me. It is entirely possible that Whitley Strieber is insane. He is certainly paranoid. But there’s something there, behind it all, worth interrogating. If nothing else, Strieber is a remarkable writer, whose prose is erudite, funny, and above all, deeply heartfelt and humane. Strieber and I spent an afternoon together in early December, a couple weeks after the Woolsey Fire burned nearly 100,000 acres just up the Pacific Coast Highway. An increase in the severity and frequency of wildfires on the West Coast is just one of the side effects of climate change, a topic Strieber has been warning us of since the 1980s, when such a prospect seemed about as feasible as a chance encounter with aliens. Whitley Strieber is willing to go out on limbs that few others are even down to so much as glance at. He has not been right about everything, but he has been right about one thing. For that, if only, he’s worth listening to. Our interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Medium: You’re from Texas originally, right? Whitley Strieber: I grew up in a neighborhood in San Antonio called Terrell Hills. My family was fairly wealthy and it was an extremely quiet family. It was very orderly. The only rule was to be home at 6 p.m. and at the dinner table, clean and dressed, or you would probably be better off dead. So mom and dad were very permissive. We played all kinds of games and went all kinds of places that we shouldn’t have gone, did any number of things that no child should have done. It was all wonderful fun. Did you have any experiences during those years that could be considered paranormal? There were occasional intrusions from a strange reality. One time when I was 11, my parents suddenly said, “We’re going up to the country house but you’re going to stay here in San Antonio.” They packed up my sister and my little brother, who was then a baby, and off they went. Night fell and I watched television for a while, and it got quite dark in the house. I wanted to turn on lights. I went into the hall and then went up to my room and when I turned on the light in my room, I saw the window above the air conditioner — there was a window unit in the room — had been pulled down. That window was closed with insulation. It wasn’t meant to be opened. I was scared because I hadn’t opened it. It hadn’t been open when my parents left. So I telephoned the country house and my mother said, “Well, if you think there’s somebody there, call the police.” It wasn’t like calling the police in some big city. So I called over there and said what I was seeing and he said, “Well, I’ll come right over.” And he stopped in the front of the house, came up the walk with his gun in his hand, and he was terrified. Terrified. And he went upstairs. I followed him and he shone his flashlight out on the roof and I thought I saw someone. But I was a little boy, I could have just been scared. He said, “Well, there’s nobody there,” and he literally ran down stairs and drove away. The next thing I remember it was morning. My family came home at about 11 a.m. That’s the sort of thing that would happen. But I liked my life. There were moments that were very unpleasant but mostly it was wonderful. Did you have a road map for becoming a novelist? I was very interested in books and literature and I was writing like crazy when I was in college. Then I went to the film school in London called the London School of Film Technique. It’s now called the London Film School. England and I were made for each other. The English never expect anything unusual to happen but they’re also very tolerant of eccentricity. I ended up hanging out in Eric Clapton’s flat at the Pheasantry in London. I didn’t know him, but kids came and went in that flat all the time, and I happened to have mutual friends who hung out there. Eric would come and go. He didn’t care who was there. I heard a lot of cool music played live by some very famous people and I chatted one or twice with some big stars, but you know, I was just another kid hanging out. The way you’re describing it almost makes it sound like the London version of Warhol’s Factory. It wasn’t as intense as that. There were some drugs, obviously, but it was a milder scene than The Factory. I think I might have been at The Factory once or twice in the early 1970’s and it was very different, much more intense. When I moved to New York, I hung out at Max’s Kansas City. I was sort of peripheral to that scene. Very peripheral. I briefly met Lou Reed back then. Many years later, I got to know him through mutual friends. We used to have fabulous, completely paranoid conversations together at dinner. What were you writing about at the time? I’d written two novels by then. One called Ginger, then a novel called Little Paradise. Then I guess I must have been writing a book called Stranger in the Earth. These are all trunk novels. Any writer who says he doesn’t have trunk novels is lying. What do you mean by “trunk novels?” Novels that will remain forever in the trunk and will be perhaps destroyed when death impends. The passage in “Communion” about how you were able to vividly recall your experience of the encounter through remembering the scent of one of their hands is really striking. It reminds me of Proust in a way. Well, you know, odor is very powerful in the mind. I kept thinking to myself, “If I can just smell this, I would know if this a physical experience or not.” Then, because I put that in the book, all of the debunkers started saying, “Oh well, he has temporal lobe epilepsy,” because the sense of smell is often affected by that. So I took all these tests for that and many other diseases. There was nothing wrong with me at all. The only thing is that the psychological tests showed a lot of stress, which is consistent with the experience I was having. But the physical tests were fine. There was no sign of neurosis or psychosis or anything in the psychological tests. But that didn’t matter. Those people were frantic to say it didn’t happen, and it wasn’t true, and I was making it up and everything. As someone who wasn’t alive when the book came out, something that seems remarkable is that you must have known that people were going to claim you were making it up, or at least think you were crazy, but you stuck to your guns. Well yeah, because something did happen. I was physically injured and roughed up. That doesn’t happen to you when you’re having a dream. When you have a dream, you wake up and you’re the same as you were before you dreamed, unless you fall out of bed or something, which is not what happened to me. And then the book was adapted into a movie starring Christopher Walken not too long after. There were a lot of things about it that could have been a good bit better. I think that they had financial problems, and the special effects aren’t very effective. I think that Christopher Walken played me like I was a complete jerk. It must be a truly bizarre experience to be played by Christopher Walken. Dan Aykroyd apparently wanted to play me. I think he would have been perfect. When was the last time you had an experience with the visitors? The visitors are still in my life. They returned in a big way after Annie passed away. When she was sick, they weren’t with us much, but after she passed away, two things began to happen. The first thing was, it was about an hour and a half after she died that the first indication that there might be an afterlife came. A friend telephoned and said, “Whitley, I just had the strangest thing happen. I heard Anne tell me to call you.” And I said, “Anne died an hour and a half ago.” Over the next few days, it kept happening with different friends. Some knew she had died, some didn’t. Then I remembered back in the 1990s, one day Anne had come out of her office and said, “Whitley, this all has something to do with what we call death. The visitor experience and seeing and interacting with your dead are interrelated.” We made a pact that the first one of us to die, if possible, would try to reconnect with the other one, but not directly. We would do it through friends, because if Annie came back to me, I would assume it was my imagination, and she would definitely have done the same. The idea was, we would come back to friends, and we didn’t tell anybody about this. Not anyone, not even our son. Suffice to say, I learned a hell of a lot about life and death after my wife died. What do you mean by that — that you’ve learned more about life and death? I meditate twice a night, at 11 p.m. and 3 a.m., because if I don’t, the visitors will react. They’ll start doing things that will wake me up. They’re very insistent, but usually it’s very sweet. In any case, I hardly ever see them. In the past two weeks, I’d say they have tugged me on the ear, blown in my face, and kissed me to wake me up at 3 a.m. This happens routinely. I don’t know why it happens. I don’t know who “they” are. It could easily be Anne, for all I know. But I do know that this meditation that I do is a powerful, strong, good, healthy meditation, and it’s *bleep* good for me, and I’m lucky to have them, whoever it is, is doing this, even if it’s just me, myself, in my own inner world. I don’t care whether people believe me or not. In your book “The Key,” you write of meeting a man you call “The Master of the Key,” who warned you about an impending climate catastrophe, among lots of other seemingly prophetic stuff. What happened? The doorbell in the room rang, and I thought it was room service. I hadn’t realized it was 2 a.m. So I answered the door, and this man walked in, and walked straight across the room, and turned around, standing in front of the window where the air conditioning was. And, I thought, “Holy *bleep*, it’s a fan.” There is no such thing as a fan you want to meet after midnight. Especially one who comes into your hotel room unannounced, I’d assume. Oh yeah. My alarm bells were blasting, let me put it that way. But then he said something that really stopped me — he said that we were bound to the Earth because the child who would have understood the secret of gravity had never been born, because his parents had been killed in the Holocaust. And that made an incredible amount of sense to me immediately — I understood that a species that could do that to themselves maybe does not yet have the right to leave its planet and expose others to its problems. And that we might go extinct here, if we can’t fix ourselves. It made terrifying, clear, and logical sense. I’ve had too many weird experiences in my life to not realize, at that moment, that this is probably one of them. Given that you’ve written a good bit about the potential deadly consequences of climate change, do you feel vindicated in a way? It’s a horrible vindication. But yes, it is a vindication. A dreadful, nightmarish vindication. I would infinitely rather be wrong. I have a 6-week-old grandson, a 10-year-old grandson, and a 7-year-old granddaughter. All of them are so beautiful and full of life and so eminently deserving of a future. It’s being stolen from them by that train wreck, Donald Trump. I have to tell you, when I saw Trump say about the recent climate change report, “I don’t believe it,” I thought to myself, “That is Evil Incarnate.” Those three words will probably cost the lives of millions of people and cause untold amounts of suffering. We are in the last few years where leadership might help. It’s going to be too late soon. I’m interested in what you think of the idea of the “Western canon,” both the literary canon as well as the canon of scientific knowledge. Well, I have two entirely different opinions. First of all, the Western canon in literature is precious and very valuable and benefits from being challenged. I think it’s being challenged now in a lot of interesting ways, in writing, and that’s a good thing. I’m very interested in poetry, and I’m forcing myself to go back into poetry, especially the poetry of the early 20th century. And with regard to science, something fascinating happened to me recently. You know, I have this implant in my ear. I’m sorry, an implant in your ear? It happened in May of 1989. About 11 p.m., some people invaded my house in upstate New York and ended up putting a thing in my ear using a means that is not known — there wasn’t a scar or anything. But the thing is there, and for many years, would occasionally turn on. My ear would turn bright red and — When you say “people,” what sort of people do you mean? It was a man and a woman, in dark clothes. They were accompanied by people outside; I could hear them talking. I do not know who they were, if they were in league with aliens or if they were some kind of military group or what. But I do know that the means they used to put it in my ear were unusual, because there was no scar. And when I tried to get it taken out, the doctor made an incision and [the implant] proceeded to go from the top of my ear down into my earlobe on its own, avoiding the doctor’s scalpel. He got a corner of it, which was analyzed. It had a metallic base with motile proteinaceous cilia attached to it — in other words, it was a biomechanical device of some kind. Instead of trying to get rid of it, I began to focus on attempting to figure out what it was and whether or not I could make use of it. I made no progress for nearly 30 years. Then suddenly, I noticed that when I’m writing, if I look against a white wall, I see a slit in my eye and there are words racing through the slit faster than I can read them. But they are subliminally readable by my brain, and they are reflecting and working with my writing. The implant doesn’t tell me things. But if I think about something I want to know, it comes in funny ways. About two weeks ago, I said to the implant, “Tell me something that is essentially important to the new book I’m working on but which I know nothing whatsoever about.” What happened? I proceeded to get the most important piece of information that I have probably ever gotten, in one time, in my whole life. The implant came back with the number 137. It was an obsession of Wolfgang Pauli, one of the greatest physicists who ever lived. It led to his relationship with Carl Jung, the psychologist. My next book is about the nature of ambiguity in reality, and this goes right to the heart of it. There’s something called the fine-structure constant, which is 1/137th. Is there a reality beyond what we can see and feel? The fact of 137 argues that this must be the case. What kind of meditation do you do? I do something called the Sensing Exercise that I learned in the Gurdjieff Foundation. It’s a very simple exercise to start. I’ve been doing it now for over 50 years and over time, you get to the point where you have sensation of more than just your physical body. It starts with an idea, that the human attention is sacred for a very simple reason. It is the only attention on this planet that can be intentionally directed. When you place your attention on your body, it causes your nervous system to change suddenly so that you, in another level of reality, can be seen more clearly. I asked the visitors, when they first came to me, why they came. They said, “We saw a glow.” After Annie died, she made it clear to me that she could see me when I was sitting in the chair doing the exercise. That was when she could see me and I realized that the glow they were talking about was the glow that comes from placing the attention on sensation. That’s a beautiful thought. It’s the truth. Anne was the most conscious person I have ever had direct contact with. Just as she had lived, she made a very conscious decision to die. She had a series of strokes and a brain tumor that had not been fully removed. She was losing functionality and was going to either die a painful, difficult death, or turn into a zombie. Or she could make a decision. And she decided she would stop eating and drinking. She wasn’t scared, she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t sad. She was just doing it, and she did it beautifully. I would have followed her if I didn’t have my son and his family. His kids are counting on their granddad to be a bridge. They love me very much, and I love them dearly. So I keep on, rowing against the current as best I can. Would it be fair to say you’ve had an influence on pop culture? I would be very disingenuous not to say that I’ve had an influence on pop culture. I’ve also, unfortunately, had an influence on modern UFO folklore. I think it’s all folklore — it’s something that people don’t understand, and they generate stories about it. What I’m interested in is the something that’s there — what’s behind them? It seems like trying to lend meaning to unexplained phenomena comes from a human impulse, and the details are often a reflection of the historical moment. There’s something behind it — there is an objective reality of some kind. The one thing Annie used to always say to me is that she signed on for an interesting life, and she hit the jackpot with me. I’m usually broke, no one will pay me for anything, publishers won’t publish me because they look down their noses at the Communion man. I’ve had a lot of trouble. But at the same time, I’ve also had this incredibly interesting life. It’s a wonderful experience, to be alive. medium.com/s/reasonable-doubt/he-was-supposed-to-be-the-next-stephen-king-then-the-aliens-came-afd7195e0b49
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Post by paulette on Feb 22, 2019 12:24:58 GMT -6
This is (to me) touching. I also always felt "moved" (which direction? Up? Down? Sideways??) by his books. I liked how he resolutely pushed away his terror and allowed not-knowing and curiosity to come forward.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 23, 2019 8:35:01 GMT -6
What I’m interested in is the something that’s there — what’s behind them? It seems like trying to lend meaning to unexplained phenomena comes from a human impulse, and the details are often a reflection of the historical moment. Read more: theedgeofreality.proboards.com/thread/5529/whitley-strieber#ixzz5gMfbeRQR____________________ SOME humans have this impulse. That Whitney HAS made some money, been married for years to one woman (who has now passed from the “common human cancer”), and maintained a website and many friendships, is extraordinary. Yes, he sometimes sounds absolutely crazy. I know why.
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Post by jcurio on Feb 24, 2019 8:28:21 GMT -6
Then suddenly, I noticed that when I’m writing, if I look against a white wall, I see a slit in my eye and there are words racing through the slit faster than I can read them. But they are subliminally readable by my brain, and they are reflecting and working with my writing. The implant doesn’t tell me things. But if I think about something I want to know, it comes in funny ways. ____________________________
One of the “weirder” parts of the interview with Whitney (posted above).
I have talked about seeing a “ribbon of words” going quickly across the top of my bedroom walls (stark white walls). And symbols (that I don’t understand).
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Post by auntym on Feb 26, 2019 17:48:38 GMT -6
www.unknowncountry.com/journal/new-close-encounter Whitley's Journal A New Close EncounterTuesday, February 26, 2019 On the night of February 17-18, 2019 and again in the late evening of the 18th, I had a dramatic series of close encounters that reinforced an urgent message about the book I am now writing: the manuscript must be finished by the end of March, 2019. When this happened, I was in a country house in Texas in which I have had many such experiences, beginning in childhood. (The childhood events that I remember are described in my book the Secret School.) Others have had experiences at this house, most recently a relative who was lying in bed in a room with a sleeping porch outside when she heard shuffling footsteps and then a low, gravelly voice say, “why aren’t you asleep?” I was downstairs at the time and she called to me, asking if it was me. It was not. Nothing else happened and she went to sleep without incident. I retired about an hour later, and remember nothing unusual from the rest of the night. The two of us were the only people in the house. Knowing as I do how these experiences can be entirely hidden from memory, and also very traumatic, I watched her carefully the next day to be sure she was not going to have a reaction. But at about four in the afternoon she began to have heart symptoms. I called a doctor and she was rushed to the hospital. By seven she had a pacemaker. I still have no idea what else may have happened that night, or if anything did, but her stress certainly suggests it. This is not true of what happened on the 17th and 18th. These events I remember quite well. I was alone at the house, sleeping in a back bedroom that I have used for years. It has a separate entrance and it’s somewhat isolated from the rest of the house, so anything that might happen there would presumably leave anyone sleeping in the front undisturbed. (It’s a large house.) I did my 11PM sensing exercise and meditation without incident, then turned in at about 11:45. I woke up again at 3:30 and repeated the process until about 4, when I noticed lights flickering in the back yard. It was obvious that somebody was approaching the house from the back. As I stood up, I heard footsteps on an outside stairway that leads to area of the front bedrooms. As I hurried to that door, I saw three flashlights in the back yard. The people carrying them were in a line, and I could see two of them. They were wearing black clothes, but not uniforms. My impression was that they were male, but I have no way to be certain. They looked human. Now I was afraid that these were prowlers, although it has been over 80 years since there was any intrusion at the house. When I reached the doorway onto the back porch that leads to the front bedrooms, I opened the wooden door and there stood a man on the other side of the screen. He wore a vertically striped shirt and might have had light brown hair. His eyes were sharp with fear. As I tried to lock the screen, I told him that my wife was in the next room and she had a gun. (Not true.) But I felt Anne’s presence very strongly and I felt that she was protecting me or watching over me. The man began trying to whistle. I could see that from the way he was puckering his lips. Clearly, he was getting more frightened as I continued to stare at him. Then the next thing I knew, it was morning and I was waking up in bed. As I woke up, I saw in my mind’s eye a clear image of a man wearing a bright, broadly-striped orange and white t-shirt. He looked at me quite frankly and calmly. In that moment, I remembered the incident that had taken place a few hours before, but not anything that might have happened after I apparently had a missing time experience due to the tone the man was generating with his mouth. Since it was demonstrated to me by two individuals in France in 1995 (See my book Super Natural), I have known that it is done with a tone. I was left with a more urgent feeling than ever about this book. I have recently been threatened very seriously about what will happen to me if I don’t write it. But now there was a deadline, and a fast one. The manuscript to be finished, which is March 31 of this year. So I worked furiously all day, but it is a hard book to write and a real sense of desperation overcame me. To be frank, the sense of jeopardy I feel is terrifying. I know that communication with the visitors is going to be extremely challenging and most of us will not be able to do it. I am rather sure that they are going to come upon us unaware, and that this is going to happen in the context of some sort of earth shattering catastrophe. So I’m afraid and I’m frantic. If I had my way, every single human being would be able to join the new communion that is coming, but I don’t see how this can happen. I cannot forget for a moment that everybody else is just like me: each of us is all we have, and I want every single one of us to thrive in what I think it going to be a very new context, essentially a new reality. On Monday afternoon I went into San Antonio to see relatives and friends and drove back after dinner, arrivingg at the house at about 10PM. The instant I walked in, I felt that it was full of people. I couldn’t see anybody, but the sense of presence was just overwhelming. As I passed through the dining room and into the living room, somebody on the porch outside gave a low whistle. I looked at my watch immediately, and no unusual amount of time had passed since I got out of the car. I proceeded into the living room and sat down in the chair where I usually work. It was in this living room back in the 1950s that I used to witness my great-grandmother make the table in the center of the room crack and snap and rise off the floor, sometimes with its legs shaking. She used to say that anybody could do it, and that it was done with “body electricity.” As a boy, I would sit under it and watch for tricks, but there were none. She could lift the table right off the floor by the tips of her fingers pressed against its surface. She also taught a cousin to do it, who can to this day describe the sensation that she felt on the one time that she succeeded. I mention this to say that the room has a history of “spirit knocks.” I sat in the chair and opened my laptop. I thought to myself, ‘it’s late and I’d really rather work on the novel I’ve been writing, not this bear of a book.’ But when I opened the novel’s file instead of this one, a great crack sounded through the house, so loud that it seemed as if the whole place was going to fall down. In that sound I heard a commanding word: “NO!” So I closed the file of the novel and opened this one. Ever since, I have been working on this book furiously, grabbing research information and needed facts through my implant and just racing along. On Sunday, February 24, I returned from Texas to Los Angeles. When I entered my apartment, I at once noticed that a smoke detector was beeping, indicating that it needed a new battery. I had some in a drawer, but when I put one in, it was also dead. So I decided to drive out to a store and get some fresh ones. But when I attempted to start my car, it’s battery was also dead. I returned to the apartment and called Triple-A for a charge truck. While I waited, I attempted to turn on my desktop computer. It was dead, too. No clocks were off, meaning that nothing had happened to the power during the time I was gone. The car has a fairly new battery and the computer was working normally before I left. So, instead of immediately starting back on the book, I was forced to get the car fixed, replace batteries and get the computer repaired. Could it be that somebody wants me to fail to meet the deadline on the book as badly as somebody else wants me to meet it? I have to say that so many dead batteries and a blown computer power supply don’t really add up for me. I very much doubt that it was a coincidence. I think that it was intentional interference. But why, and on who’s part? Perhaps there are hidden forces at war with one another. I have sometimes gotten that impression. Traditionally, of course, there is the battle between good and evil, angels and demons, God and Satan. Within the UFO community there are many researchers who believe that there are hostile and benevolent species visiting us. If there are presences antagonistic to one another here, then I would think that such a thing would be possible. However, it is also possible that “a new world if you can take it applies,” and my strength and determination are being tested. I am also aware of the fact that there are elements in the US government that fear and dislike me, so maybe they were somehow involved. As I can’t change any of it, I don’t really care. My only interest is in continuing to focus on the book and getting it finished by the deadline, which I intend to succeed in doing. www.unknowncountry.com/journal/new-close-encounter
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Post by auntym on May 18, 2020 12:56:46 GMT -6
www.ufoinsight.com/communion-dreamland-alien-whitley-strieber/ From Communion To Dreamland! Alien Accounts Of Whitley Strieber May 29th, 2019 Written by: Marcus Lowth All alien encounters are intriguing. And some of the most credible have come from people of the world’s populace who are just everyday folk, previously unknown to all but their friends and families. However, when someone a little more well-known – a celebrity for want of a better word – comes forward with such an account, the story travels much further. And, at least to begin with, those outside of the UFO community appear to take these “celebrity accounts” a little more seriously. That is certainly the case of author, Whitley Strieber, who with several successful horror novels behind him and a bright future ahead, began experiencing incidents that would change his life forever during Christmas 1985. Beginning in the family’s isolated log cabin in the picturesque woodlands of upstate New York, and then continuing at the family’s apartment in New York City, the encounters of Whitley Strieber would result in several books, many claims, and a divided opinion in UFO circles. Indeed, many today are wary of the claims made by Strieber, and what his motivation might be. Regardless, they are certainly intriguing, and most definitely worth our examination. And still of importance to the UFO and alien question. Incidentally, the beginnings of these incidents would result in the book, and ultimately the film Communion. The book is most certainly recommended reading (if only to gain Strieber’s perspective). CONTINUE READING: www.ufoinsight.com/communion-dreamland-alien-whitley-strieber/
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Post by jcurio on Jun 5, 2020 8:12:41 GMT -6
Then suddenly, I noticed that when I’m writing, if I look against a white wall, I see a slit in my eye and there are words racing through the slit faster than I can read them. But they are subliminally readable by my brain, and they are reflecting and working with my writing. The implant doesn’t tell me things. But if I think about something I want to know, it comes in funny ways. ____________________________ One of the “weirder” parts of the interview with Whitney (posted above). I have talked about seeing a “ribbon of words” going quickly across the top of my bedroom walls (stark white walls). And symbols (that I don’t understand).
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Post by jcurio on Jun 5, 2020 8:19:36 GMT -6
As I can’t change any of it, I don’t really care.
(W. Is talking here about something in particular. However, in my own life, feeling those words...... is VERY HAZARDOUS ~ for me)
🙏🏻❤️♥️❤️😉
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Post by jcurio on Jun 5, 2020 8:43:30 GMT -6
www.ufoinsight.com/communion-dreamland-alien-whitley-strieber/ From Communion To Dreamland! Alien Accounts Of Whitley Strieber May 29th, 2019 Written by: Marcus Lowth All alien encounters are intriguing. And some of the most credible have come from people of the world’s populace who are just everyday folk, previously unknown to all but their friends and families. However, when someone a little more well-known – a celebrity for want of a better word – comes forward with such an account, the story travels much further. And, at least to begin with, those outside of the UFO community appear to take these “celebrity accounts” a little more seriously. That is certainly the case of author, Whitley Strieber, who with several successful horror novels behind him and a bright future ahead, began experiencing incidents that would change his life forever during Christmas 1985. Beginning in the family’s isolated log cabin in the picturesque woodlands of upstate New York, and then continuing at the family’s apartment in New York City, the encounters of Whitley Strieber would result in several books, many claims, and a divided opinion in UFO circles. Indeed, many today are wary of the claims made by Strieber, and what his motivation might be. Regardless, they are certainly intriguing, and most definitely worth our examination. And still of importance to the UFO and alien question. Incidentally, the beginnings of these incidents would result in the book, and ultimately the film Communion. The book is most certainly recommended reading (if only to gain Strieber’s perspective). CONTINUE READING: www.ufoinsight.com/communion-dreamland-alien-whitley-strieber/ Does this “make me” WANT to TRY to watch the “communion” movie again? (No. I couldn’t watch the movie all the way through; ever. Even with its intrigue, and talking about specific scenes in this article...... I feel a VOID. Don’t WANT to be interested ....)
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Post by jcurio on Jun 5, 2020 8:44:48 GMT -6
medium.com/@brentellesmith/the-alien-within-2f33cb703072The news of quantum science (as opposed to material science) has settled the debate over whether these paranormal experiences are ‘psychological’ or whether they are ‘real.’ The answer it has given us is, simply, yes. In order for reality to exist, it requires an observer. In short, it is ALL psychological. Reality is not what it seems, and our universe — like the mind — is one big haunted house. As Charles Fort once expressed (via Damon Knight): “If there is a universal mind, must it be sane?” These are all quandaries Strieber mulls over to great extent in the book, “The visitor experience may be our first true quantum discovery in the large-scale world: The very act of observing it may be creating it as a concrete actuality, with sense, definition, and a consciousness of its own. And perhaps, in their world, the visitors are working as hard to create us.” (The article I posted is mainly about Whitley. This is a quote from the article) ________________________________ I’m trying to remember how I felt about this just yesterday morning. I’m also trying to remember if I have ever thought of W. S. as “woo woo” I don’t know the answer to either. I’m also (for the genuine 1st time) wonder if “me” being religious and almost religiously going to church for 4 years,, is a “disappointment” to the reader. That someone who has experienced a lot of paranormal stuff, relies on God for her sanity. I’m not offended by the comment above about wondering if our Creator is sane 😊. We don’t THINK like he does. Since my church recognizes that there are 2 creation accounts in the book of Genesis, I have to wonder how many times man was created. I don’t try to fit in just how old our Earth is; I just accept it. I’m getting ready to step into the religious viewpoint of Ufo/Uap. I know I’m not “doomed” to a narrow, religious view. I’m actually kind of happy that someone in that stream acknowledges their existence. There still are a LOT of things I DO remember.....
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Post by jcurio on Jun 7, 2020 22:19:10 GMT -6
I truly believe that we are 'altered' by these experiences that we've had...but I don't think it's anything that was given to us. I think we had these things to begin with and that is what attracted these beings in the first place. What I think may have happened is that by encounter...our eyes and minds were open to something that might have remained dormant without that little jiggle. That we can entertain the idea of bigfoot or ufo's or magic or druids or any paranormal events...was a given when we started to remember encounters and abductions. I know I had some 'abilities' as a child before the being popped up in my room and lojacked my ear (certain of this I am). I had dreams that came true..I was never quite as shocked as the rest of my family by things..I'd already seen them. I don't think I was really special..I think no one had 'ruined' the ability by making fun of it..or telling me to grow up. In my case..no one cared enough to be concerned with my very fanciful imagination. I outran a coiled rattlesnake once and felt so much adrenalin pumping I thought I could fly...I was 6..and that was the night the being came and started my lifelong ear ringing. I wonder..how many kids became suicidal who couldn't adjust to the kind of 'special' we are..or would be. I wonder how many parents destroyed (out of concern and love of course) the 'special' thing in their children. I do know that from the time they're 2 or 3 children begin needing and demanding attention. Sometimes it's given sometimes it's disciplined as an annoyance..but people (parents) don't slow down enough to try and communicate..they want that child to come up to their level..understand how very busy they are..(all my opinion of course). I noticed my neighbor the other day. Has a 2 year old (at the time) and was a couple of months pregnant with #2. The little boy wanted to be held..picked up and cuddled..mom told him he was big now and had to walk because she couldn't lift him any more because of the NEW baby. Guess who tries to slap or pinch #2 when ever mom's back is turned. I see causes and effects now..that I never used to. I do stop to wonder sometimes..exactly what we're supposed to do with eyes wide open...especially with age rearing it's inevitability...what was the reason for the wake up call? ...... As most of you know, I have a functioning implant in my left ear. I use it all the time and I'm glad it's there. I am, in fact, provably in touch with the visitors and not only that, with visitors who DO have our best interests at heart. Whether they all do or not I cannot know, but I have had these people in my life for at least 30 years and probably more, and I am not only still here, I have been given some truly marvelous insights and had some phenomenal experiences, and I can only hope that the circle will widen. I've been a sort of test bed. Can a human brain accommodate hyperdimensional perceptions? How far are we able to go? I am living proof that we can go very damn far indeed, that, in fact, we have the potential to become a much more potent species at every level than we are now.
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