posted on Apr, 11 2015 @ 02:14 PM
Firstly, I feel it necessary to point out that in no way am I alluding to the possibility that – good lord – I have been the victim of any kind of
abduction here; for reasons perhaps best discussed at a later date (read: I’m suspending all judgement for the moment) I believe the phenomenon to
have a more terrestrial, rational explanation which pertains to Jung’s theory of the collective unconscious. I can’t believe I’m about to post
I admit that I am not the most rational person. I prefer subjective to objective reasoning (inherent psychological trait). I also have a very
powerful, visual imagination. However, I am not without intelligence and I’m a reasoned individual with decent powers of deduction. Besides, what is
objectivity? A set of agreed upon criteria created by inherently subjective individuals – surely?
I am male, I live in the UK and I’m 29. Right now, that’s all I’m willing to divulge.
My interest in UFOs and extra-terrestrial entities has been with me for almost as long as I can remember. I attribute this to my psychological type
(Jung again); I am wired to seek out enigma and enjoy a speculative approach to life. Ambiguity, abstracts and open-endedness fuel my imagination.
At approximately 9 years of age, I saw a UFO. I have no idea where it came from, but whether or not it was terrestrial or extra-terrestrial in nature
doesn’t change the facts – it was approximately 40-50ft in diameter, and the underside (which was the only thing I could see) was perfectly
circular and illuminated with the purest, most blinding white light I have ever encountered. Without any noise, it sped over the top of our (my mum
was driving) car at a height of approx. 20-30ft. It materialised in one horizon and vanished into the other within the matter of a second or two.
Whatever it was, man – it was fast. I was only able to ascertain its approximate size because as noted above, it flew directly over our car;
although brief, I got a quick look at it before it vanished.
Obviously, my child-mind was blown away by how ‘cool’ this was. My mum, apparently too concentrated on the road, didn’t see anything. Even at
that young age I wondered whether it had been some kind of hallucination. After all, I had seen plenty of strange things in my life before witnessing
this… but no, I was adamant that the object I witnessed was in fact real. It made perfect sense that my mum wouldn’t see it, because it happened
I can’t recall any missing time, but I guess I didn’t know about the phenomenon back then and wouldn’t have checked anyway. I also know that my
mum had a lot going on at the time so she wasn’t likely to notice anything strange anyway, as I now know that she was heavily depressed and on the
brink of a breakdown.
Throughout my life, I have experienced a plethora of strange phenomena. Phenomena which I previously attributed to ‘the spirit world’, and later
‘blips in the time-stream’ or the crossing over of parallel realities (quantum physics etc.) Below I shall list a few of the more inexplicable
ones that have happened to me personally, or to my immediate family:
~ 2-3 years old, I recall climbing out of my cot in the very early AM. I was scared of something chasing me, and I ran (well, waddled I guess) out of
my bedroom and in to the hallway. As I got half way down the hall, I was lifted quickly but gently out of the way of whatever was chasing me. I
remember being simultaneously terrified, yet calm. I understood that I must under no circumstances turn around to look at my saviour. I floated
towards the loft hatch and then everything went dark.
This was probably a dream, but I thought I’d best mention it.
~ 2-4 years old. I recall witnessing a metallic, ball-bearing like object float across the living room. It was roughly the size of a clementine. It
floated past silently and gently, coming to rest underneath the couch on the other side of the room. Excitedly, I rushed over to inspect. I found
~3-4 years old. One Christmas Eve, I heard heavy boots coming up the stairs in the very early AM. I believed it to be Santa Claus. Excited, I closed
my eyes and pretended to be asleep. My door opened, and the heavy boots came towards me. What I believed to be Santa leaned in to give me a kiss on
the cheek, then left again. I was thrilled!
Years later, (well into my twenties) I brought this up with my mum. I told her about how my dad had come in to my room after work one Christmas Eve
and given me a kiss, but I thought he was Santa because of the boots. My mum corrected me. For a start, my dad wouldn’t have been working at all on
Christmas Eve - let alone so late. Secondly, our house rules have always been ‘no shoes in the house’… so who the hell was wearing boots, and
who the hell came in to my room?
Needless to say, the realisation came with a sudden chill…
~ 6-8 years old, and now in a new house.
I got up in the middle of the night / early AM because I needed the toilet - apparently completely unfazed by the dark, which in itself was weird as I
used to have terrible night-terrors. Anyway, I exited the bathroom after using the toilet and noticed (the stairs were immediately to the left) that a
~ 4-6inch strip of pure white light, no more than a few mm wide was ‘bouncing’ up the stairs. I stood utterly transfixed by this… until it got
to the top of the stairs and turned (slowly) towards me, at which point I became terrified and ran back in to my bedroom and did what any
self-respecting minor would do – threw the duvet over my head and hoped for the best!
~ 6 – 10 years old. Very briefly here, I used to have the most tremendously terrifying nightmares, all involving a specific entity which absolutely
does not correspond to any ET. It was demonic in nature, and had absolutely no place in the mind of a child. It was way beyond anything most adults
could cook up, let alone a kid.
The dreams would start the same way. I’d reach the point of semi-consciousness and become aware of something standing over me. I would feel its hot
breath on the back of my neck as it slowly, almost ceremoniously peeled back my duvet. I’d pretend to be asleep, hoping that it’d leave me alone
– but it never did. It would begin scratching me and making terrible noises. Occasionally it would flip me over and its menacing stare would meet my
own. Fully constricted, pin-prick pupils, blood drenched fangs, long, disproportionate nose. It looked sort of bat-like, but… ugh. All of this
seemed to be a very real, physical experience.
The thing terrorised me for years, but one day I’d had enough and, awaiting it, surprised it by leaping out of bed, head-butting it / kicking the
living daylights out of it. Its form shrunk to that of a small child as it collapsed against a wall, huddling itself. I told it firmly that if it ever
came back to bother me again, I’d kill it. Harsh words, but you have to understand that this entity had plagued my sleep for years.
There was a great sense of relief after this. Inner peace.
It did eventually come back. Once, when I was somewhere between 19 and early 20s. I raised my eyebrow, reminded it of what happened the last time we
met… it promptly left and hasn’t returned since.