I woke up this morning to discover the bottom sheet on my bed splattered with what looks like blood at the top end, where I lay my head. I didn’t have a nose bleed nor did I see any wounds on my face or upper body when I washed and shaved. I did, however, notice several large raised red blotches on my right leg. They almost look like sever burns, but they don’t hurt at all.
On Monday, the 28 of June, a week ago last Monday, as I prepared to go to work I discovered that the lower half of my right leg was covered with small dots of blood, like it had been sprayed on. It looked an awful mess, but didn’t hurt in the slightest.”
Years ago I found a scar on the back of my neck, just up in the hairline. I was sporting a ponytail at the time. When I shaved my neck, I accidentally went up higher than usual and discovered it using a hand mirror. A friend measured it at just less than five inches in length. Now the question is, “Who did it, the ETs or Majestic . . .
On many occasions over the years, I would discover what looked like puncture marks on various parts of my body, including the backs of my legs and hands . . . If they were needle punctures, I don’t know who administrated the injections. It could have been the ETs or my human intruders, although I expect that both do inject me with something at various times for their own separate purposes . . .
Very often after a visit by someone in the night (an ET or a Majestic agent, I never know for sure which), I would wake up with bruises on my legs . . .
When Experiencers go searching for evidence that the strangeness that has taken hold their lives is in fact real and not a figment of their imagination, they often don’t have look beyond their own bodies to confirm that something bizarre is going on in the middle of the night . . .
I haven’t done much for a very long while, except to try to focus on work and pay the bills on time. Most people do this easily every day of the week, but most people don’t have to also deal with paradigm shifts and government harassment on a continuing basis. After a while I found it easier (and safer) not tell my UFO stories, except to a small circle of friends who have learned to be patient with me. No more going to UFO conventions and networking with other Experiencers. There was less grief to be had if I laid low . . .
A few days ago I was just sick and tired of the constant pain and, remembering the “exercise” healing of February 21st, I wished out loud that “they” would repeat their medical miracle. In fact, I demanded it. “You owe me!” I told them. Apparently they heard and responded . . .
I saw Dr. Irving Katz today. He’s an elderly Jewish urologist who has many years of experience performing circumcisions. My primary doctor referred me to him in an attempt to determine if there might be a medical explanation for the scar . . .
Dr. Fiore listed ten typical indicators of the CE-4 phenomenon. They are as follows . . .
I told him that I had made an appointment with a hypnotherapist and that I knew I was going to need some kind of help, one way or another, depending on the outcome. If we can’t discover anything unusual then I’m going to need psychiatric help, I told him; and if I’m really being abducted, then I’m going to need some special help coping with that. I think that made him feel better . . .
I went to see my friend Leila and took my journal. After she read it she offered alternate explanations for almost every concern . . .
He also suggested psychiatric help, which I also declined for the time being. I’m leery of putting myself in the hands of the mental health community, even if my insurance would cover it. I don’t want any medical database to list me as a possible psychotic. In this information age, once someone is labeled like that it’s hard to correct any mistakes. Not that I haven’t thought at times that maybe I was having mental problems. But somehow that explanation doesn’t feel right. A person isn’t likely to scratch himself in his sleep, to the point of drawing blood, three separate times in the same hard-to-reach location, without waking up . . .
Last night I woke up in a panic. I have no memory of having a nightmare, or of dreaming at all for that matter, yet I flung myself up in bed. My heart was racing and I felt very anxious. After a few deep breaths, I was able to calm myself. I got up for five minutes or so and then went back to bed. Usually if a dream is frightening enough to wake you, you have at least the memory of having a nightmare. I have no idea what frightened me awake . . .
Today the top of my head felt tender. I felt a scab of some sort, and as I rubbed it small granules of dried blood came off on my fingers. It had the consistency of crystallized sugar. I’ve never known a scab to form that way. Usually a scab is a hard, crusted thing, not something that crumbles into granules in your hand. I have no idea how I might have injured myself . . .
In January of 1994 I began to experience a series of curious incidents, which when considered together presented a mystery that I could not ignore. I decided early on to record these events as they occurred, so as not to lose any details to a faulty memory. Everything reported herein happened as described.
Chuck Weiss
“And you know something is happening,
But you don’t know what it is,
Do you Mr. Jones?”
Bob Dylan
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