- The general public perception of our
"visitor" activity is one of endless planetary benefits, accompanied
by boundless good will directed to everyone "they" choose to
contact. The truth of the matter is it ain't always so.
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- The latter part of 1998 brought with
it a rash of telephone calls from some very disturbed people, who not only
were claiming to be experiencing abductions with all the related hassles,
but even worse, the word suicide kept on coming up in conversation. This
they said, was the only way out, they had endured enough torment. Unfortunately
this was merely confirmation of something that we researchers have long
since harboured suspicions about. Over the past twenty years we have met
people who by their own admission were deeply immersed in a phenomenon
they had no understanding of, or further tolerance for. Strangely, many
of these people just dropped out of sight. We have long been aware that
moving locations as a form of escape is a common occurrence. But rumours
surfaced with disturbing frequency that suggested a darker explanation.
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- The first concrete evidence that emerged
locally of this act of desperation was in 1993 when a family car was driven
into one of the principal support pillars of the Alex Fraser bridge here
in Delta. Harold Bauman, his wife Michelle and three-month-old daughter
were all instantly killed. The autopsy revealed no sign of either alcohol
or drugs in Mr. Bauman's body. It was disclosed at the inquest that his
wife "Michelle began having nightmares and visualizations of their
baby being taken out of the bedroom by a supernatural force or some type
of evil spirit". Their daughter was having seizures, her cradle rocked
by itself. They burnt it in an effort to exorcise the spirit. It would
seem to no avail for the Vernon, British Columbia, family. The Surrey Now
newspaper that carried this story was very explicit in its headline, "Suicide-Homicide,
Satanic siege cited in deaths". News announcements don't come much
blunter than that!
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- Another case that we had a connection
with began in 1996 when a young man from the north shore contacted us,
expressing a desire to talk about events that were on going in his life
and causing him much turmoil and stress. A two-hour meeting revealed that
what he was experiencing merely paralleled stories that we were all too
familiar with. Before parting this troubled gentleman handed over a 32-page
copy of a journal entitled, "My Experiences". This document we
still possess. He also announced his intention to change his location to
Toronto. This came as no surprise; for one thing these tormented people
have in common is a desire to escape, futile though that may be. Learning
that he had no connections in that far off city we provided some names
of people who we felt might offer a helping and comforting hand. Over the
following two years we received brief messages that seemed to indicate
that life had hit a cheerier note. But possibly that was wishful thinking
on our part.
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- In the early fall of 1998 we received
an e-mail from a contact in Toronto saying all too briefly, "B. has
disappeared and we fear the worst"! Our reply was equally brief and
to the point." please keep us posted on any further news". About
three weeks later another e-mail arrived announcing that "B's remains
were found at Elliott Lake and a memorial service will be held this weekend".
At the time of writing this article we have had no additional information
as to the circumstances of our young friends death. Any conclusions that
may be drawn from this are therefore the reader's prerogative.
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- In early December 1998, a call came through
on the hot line asking that a lady living in British Columbia be contacted.
This connection was made; disclosing a seemingly paranoid and incoherent
woman who like a ship in a storm tossed sea was desperately seeking assistance.
According to the story related in 1992, this Vancouver resident had fractured
her leg and found the healing process lengthy and frustrating. In desperation
she raised her arms to the heavens and asked to be healed. She allegedly
saw a white light enter her leg and from that point on her life quickly
went downhill. This mature woman states that some powerful force controls
her life and dictates her bodies every move. Telepathic messages provide
orders over which she seemingly has little or no c ontrol. Friends, relatives
and colleagues shun her. Sleep is something she refuses to seek until daylight
arrives. Searching for relief from this apparently demonic possession she
has sought out numerous ministers to help exorcise her troubled body. Some
have simply ignored her; one would only approach within fifteen feet and
shortly thereafter left. The most successful one heard a voice emanate
from this lady stating in no uncertain terms, "I'm not ready to leave
yet"! Just in case the reader thinks that this case is off on to an
entirely different track, we hasten to add that questioning elicited a
lifetime of UFO type memories.
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- Dedicated researchers such as John Keel,
Gordon Creighton (editor of Britain's, Flying Saucer Review) and ex Spanish
Jesuit priest, Salvador Frexeido, have all long since claimed that UFOlogy
has a dangerous companion and that the world's historical religious records
confirm this fact.
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- However to return to the lonely and frantic
lady, the conclusion of a lengthy and frustrating conversation was a very
frightening and emphatic statement to the effect, "if I had access
to a gun, I would have shot myself a long time ago. How I live one more
day in this manner I do not know. It is something I would not wish upon
my very worst enemy".
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- In November 1998 we were asked to visit
a mature lady living in a community east of Vancouver. Two of us met with
this person in her home and quickly learnt that although born and raised
in a central European country the account we heard bore a striking resemblance
in content to the multitude of North American experiencers that we were
all too familiar with. She also revealed that apart from her personal life's
memories, at least those she could remember, for she also sensed that much
remained hidden from her, other unexplainable events were occurring. Naturally,
we enquired as to what? Well, certain pictures would repeatedly fall off
the wall in one particular location. A family photograph would fly across
the room. Loud bangs would be heard on the outside door or wall. When in
bed at night footsteps could be heard walking back and forth outside the
bed room door. "People" could also be heard muttering in the
passageway. Personal objects- left in a certain place would disappear,
and not re appear for several days. Photographs taken within the apartment
of various pictures all came out very well except one framed portrait of
a panther that displayed a "flash"? reflection in the bottom
right hand corner. This did not appear in any of the other numerous pictures.
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- Two hours after our arrival we left.
Questions had been asked and suggestions made with cautionary notes added.
Two weeks or so later we had yet another call from the lady who had initially
acted as intermediary. The news she provided was alarming. We were informed
that our poltergeist plagued victim had been asleep for two days and her
companion was unable to wake her up! Our telephone conversation centered
on the solutions of outside intervention, (i.e.) dialing 911. A later phone
conversation revealed that happily the lady in question had regained consciousness.
A week later yet another urgent phone call from our intermediary disclosed
further unpleasant news. The companion of the lady we had visited awoke
to find blood all over the apartment, we were told she had "cut her
hand with a knife". Taken to hospital for attention she was kept there.
That is something that seldom happens in British Columbia today.
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- None of the previously described events
in this final example can lead an observer to any other conclusion than
here again we have yet another suicide attempt. We would be very happy
to be proved wrong. In conclusion we can only speculate on how many others
around the world have taken such drastic steps. Or alternatively, turned
to drugs or alcohol for escape.
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- In a previous article a plea was issued
to the medical profession asking that when they encounter these cries for
help they respond in a humane manner and provide whatever meaningful resources
they have access to. Shelve the medical labeling, restrain the scorn and
the rolling of the eyeballs skywards. It's a dangerous path to take, how
do they know that it may not happen to them next and who will they turn
to?
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