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Unidentified Flying Objects, or U.F.O's, have been a part of my life since childhood. Not because I have seen a lot of them (although I did see one which I'll discuss later) or ever been abducted, but because my father was secret service for a government facility and worked on projects like "Project Blue Book". Of course, everything he did was highly classified so there were never any details he could share, but I remember being astounded by his passion for the subject. This passion was obviously very contagious and has led me on a path through life to explore many, many aspects of the unknown. Small dinner parties that my parents held were a highlight for me as a child. This is an odd statement considering most young children would prefer to have something much more fun to do than to have to sit still and listen to adult conversation, but these dinner parties were exciting. Actually, it was quite boring until the dessert and coffee were served. At that point, the fun began and I know my father waited for this moment at each one. This was where the topic of conversation would automatically turn toward U.F.O's. I often wondered if my father chose his friends by asking them about their views and beliefs. It seemed, if their views were opposite of his, he would befriend them just to have the opportunity to debate on subjects he was passionate about. It certainly made the evening exciting! In fact, there were times that the discussion would get so heated that the wives would hurriedly make some excuse to leave and out the door they would go before things really got out of hand. |
Even if the debate went on for hours, my father was totally wound up after the guests left, finding it hard to believe they could have attempted to negate what he KNEW was fact. The facts, according to him were so simple even a small child could understand. U.F.O.'s DO exist and alien abduction is NOT a figment of anyone's imagination. My father would rant for hours after the dinner party while my mother's temper grew thinner and thinner. The strangest theory he had was that we - the human race - were rejects of the alien world and that we had been brought to Earth to see how well we would do on our own. Apparently, the ones brought here did not pass the requirements of the Alien society and could not be a part of that society for fear of contamination of some sort. I never learned where this theory came from as I was too young for him to talk to me seriously about it and too young to know the right questions to ask to really get his attention. He also believed that aliens built the pyramids and this was often a large part of the heated discussions as many of the friends that came for dinner parties were strict Christians and had their own ideas of how the pyramids came to be. Each debate seemed to be geared to convert someone one way or another. Due to this, my already healthy curiosity toward areas of the paranormal due to being born on Halloween and being teased about being a witch, grew rapidly. Years later, the movie "Men In Black" came out and I often wondered how my father would have reacted to it had he still been alive. The most comical part of that movie for me was when Tommy Lee Jones stops to pick up the papers at the news stand and, much to Will Smith's dismay, Tommy Lee Jones chooses papers like The Enquirer. This was where the real truth could be found, he said. This was comical to me because my father encouraged me to read this paper as a child and would help me, at times, cut out the articles that he felt were important ones that I would then place in a scrap book. Once I was older, he felt I was old enough to determine the important stories myself. My scrapbook was loaded with U.F.O. stories, hauntings, and the like. |
You might think that this was an odd existence for a child, but it didn't seem odd to me at all. In fact, it was perfect for all of the information I seemed to crave on subjects of the unknown and still do. I had a library of books on every subject of the paranormal, and though my mother wasn't always thrilled at my choice of reading, my father fully supported it. In fact, he taught me, at the age of 5, to solve full page cryptograms in less than 5 minutes. I also learned Morse code on a homemade beeper he made for teaching me. He wanted to give me an opportunity to communicate in ways he felt might be important some day and I'm certain this had something to do with him believing I might someday have the opportunity to meet the aliens that he was so sure existed. So, what do I believe now at age 42? I don't necessarily believe that we are rejects from an Alien society as my father did. However, I do believe that there are extraterrestrial beings out there. The universe is far too vast for us to be the only living creatures in it. In fact, I often wonder, if we call these beings "aliens" and their forms of transportation "u.f.o's", what do they call us? It is difficult to refute all the stories of abductions and U.F.O. sitings. There are pictures, albeit not very clear ones much of the time, but still pictures. However, seeing for yourself is believing and it is difficult for me to say that these beings don't exist when I've had my own U.F.O. experience. In the summer of my 14th year, I lived in Westminster, Maryland in a small apartment with my mother and older sister. I was often alone as my sister was 19 and my mother worked. This particular evening I was inside, having received strict orders to stay put. I cannot remember what I was doing, though if I were to guess, I would say I had the television on and was writing which was one of my favorite ways to pass time. I'm certain, also, that I had already exhausted every friend I could think of to spend the night. It was about 9 p.m. as it was already dark outside. Suddenly, it was not only dark outside, but in my apartment as well.
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