Alien Abduction – The Blog
How I Learned to Cope With High Strangeness, Government Harassment, and My Mother – By Chuck Weiss

I apologize.

I “dropped out” for a few weeks without letting anyone know, and I’ve learned that there has been some concern expressed about my safety. If I’ve caused anyone consternation I sincerely regret it, but I just had to lay it down for awhile. The stress of it all was getting to be too much. I didn’t know if I would ever post again; I just didn’t want to think about anything related to UFOs, Aliens or Majestic for awhile. It was just getting too painful.

I’ve already written about two of the dreaded companions of many Abductee/Experiencers, Fear and Paranoia. (blog posts 135 & 151, respectively) Now I’m going to talk about the last of the triple threat, Depression.

When someone wakes up and finds that their life has turned upside down and inside out, they might understandable feel the urge to tell somebody. If they do, the reaction they receive is often not what they had expected. To prevent unintended consequences, Abductee/Experiencers shouldn’t decide to “come out of the closet” without first giving it some serious thought and possibly preparation.

There is a widespread feeling of nameless anticipation among Abductee/Experiencers. It has been growing over the years, but more rapidly in recent months, and now it’s almost palatable.

A friend of mine once remarked in regard to my descriptions of Majestic’s harassment, “You talk like you’re paranoid, but you don’t act like you’re paranoid.” I took that as a compliment.

These are the facts upon which much of my new paradigm is based. For me they act as a bridge between the old world, where empirical evidence is the only admissible kind, and my new reality where subjective experiences are just as valid.

It’s been over sixteen years since I first became aware that I had fallen down the rabbit hole, sixteen years of living in a “Wonderland” so extreme in its strangeness that it can make one doubt one’s own sanity.

I’ve tried to be open and frank in my descriptions of what I’ve witnessed and of what I’ve done, even when it is sure to expose me to criticism and ridicule. To be truthful and forthright, I elected to pull my own “skeletons” from the closet . . . .

During the cold war paranoia of the 1950s, there was a popular TV show called I Led Three Lives. It was based upon the best-selling autobiography by Herbert Philbrick. Besides being a respected member of his community, he was also a member of a clandestine Communist cell that was intent upon undermining our government and our American way of life. In addition, he was an undercover agent for the FBI, assigned to infiltrate and report on the activities of the Communist Party in America. Needless to say, he had a very stressful life. Like Herbert Philbert, I also led three lives . . .

As Experiencers, what do we feel when we watch the latest media offering, based upon what most of the world regards as bad joke, and what we know to be the fantastic truth? We know that flying saucers are real, not just unexplained lights in the sky, but real vehicles piloted by real beings not of this time and space. We know that real people are being abducted/visited, because we are those people. We know that we’re not a joke, even if the rest of the world thinks we are. So how are we to react to the barrage of movies and TV shows that exploit us for their profit? . . . .

The following essays were written in 1995 and reflect my feelings at the time. I wrote them to share with other Abductee/Experiencers. Although over a decade has passed since anyone has read these pieces, I think they still have something to say to those who walk down this uncertain path. The first, “Of Rats and Men,” pays homage to the pet I had during my Awakening process in 1994, and his unceasing desire to understand the greater reality that lay just beyond his grasp . . . .

For many, their Awakening is a shattering experience. It’s meant to be. Paradigms aren’t shifted easily. A paradigm is supposed to be something that you can rely on, like the ground under your feet. If it shifts unexpectedly, you can lose your balance and fall . . . .

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 . . .

I spent the evening with Katherine tonight and we talked about dreams. She described a couple of dreams that she had, which she said were “so real” to her . . .

Included at the end of the book Communion is a statement from Donald D. Klein, M.D., attesting that he had examined Whitley Strieber and found that he was not suffering from a psychosis, or any other mental disorder, and that Strieber had made an honest attempt while under hypnosis to describe what he remembered. The statement ends with this observation, “He appears to me to have adapted very well to life at a high level of uncertainty.” I wish I could . . .

The sexual/genetic nature of this phenomenon may suggest why the number of cases involving women over fifty is reported to be so much less than for women who are younger. It seems that Alien Abductions are all but unknown for women over sixty. As a man, however, I have many more years of sperm production ahead of me. Therefore, I can probably expect that my visits will continue for many years to come . . .

Margaret knows of my ET visits. We had dinner at a loud Mexican restaurant a while ago and, after I had a couple of beers and she had a couple of margaritas, I mustered the nerve to tell her and she was relaxed enough to listen . . .

To believe, or not to believe (or to ignore what’s happening entirely) – that is the question. But how does one ignore something like this? . . .

Katherine is expecting to spend this weekend with me. I’m supposed to pick her up tomorrow afternoon. I’m worried though, that they might use the opportunity to take us together. I don’t want to hear her scream again . . .