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"Transformation"
Whitley Strieber
(Beech Tree Books 1988)
selected excerpts follow:
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Based on the actual outcome of what they did to me, they must
be counted the allies of our growth.
This is a subtle, complex group of phenomena causing experience
at the very limits of perception and understanding.
There may be quite a real world that exists between thing and
thought, moving easily from one to the other - emerging one
moment as a full-scale reality and the slipping the next into
the shadows.
The visitors have forced me to....seek a completely new vision
of this magnificent, mysterious and fiercely alive universe.
Abduction by non human beings is a part of much folk-lore.
Whether the abductors are called demons, gods, fairies or
ailiens the experience is always devastating to its victims.
....a few of the modern abductees have been dirven mad, died
or disappeared. The great majority have simply borne their
difficult, incomprehensible, and socially unacceptable
memories in silence.
.....an encounter....can either be destructive or it can be
used as a golden door to inner understanding....people who
cannot make use of their encounters are often shattered. At
its best the experience shocks minds to openness. It creates
in its victims a hunger to develop and enrich their spirits.
There is no certain way to know how many people are being
affected but the numbers are very large and they are growing.
Precognition, apparent telepathy, out-of-bod perceptions and even
physical levitation are commonplace side effects of contact with
the visitors....some of them have happened to me as well.
A typical night-visitor episode begins with a sudden awakening...
the victim opens his eyes and usually sees entities standing
around the bed. The victim cannot move at first,, but the
moment the paralysis breaks, the entitites disappear.
What I saw in the sky, apparently no more that a few hundred
feet above treetop level, was a gigantic blackness. It covered
easily a third of the firmament, blotting out the stars. It was
simply immense, a featureless void.....it could as easily have
been a hole in the real as a disk hanging silently in the air.
Suddenly I heard a voice, clear in the silence. "Can you go back
upstairs by yourself or do you want us to help you?" ...on the
far side of the road I saw three dark shapes hanging above the
brush. ..... I realized what was happening: there was a gigantic
unknown object up there, and my son must be in it.
...the object...seemed to be shrinking....now disappeared
completely - suddenly reappeared as a flat yellow disk about
half the size of a dime. Its glow took on a faint pink tint
and it darted off to the north, streaking like a meteor.
Half a dozen solidly educated scientists and medical people
had offered me professional support....their counsel had been
brilliant, supportive and useful. Learn to live at a high
level of uncertainty. Keep the question open.
I know there are priests who would have thrown me out of their
rectories, and priests who would have proclaimed me the
victim of demons. But I did not meet such priests. The
priest I talked to said: "No matter what they are, they
can only increase the glory of God."
I sensed that they were in the bedroom with me, but that didn't
seem to matter. I might as well have been paralysed for all the
control I had over myself....morning...I heard the pad pad pad of
my son's footsteps....he was warm and real and I hugged him hard.
I was eager to tell the scientists.....about this new experience,
a waking hypnopompic state with extensive hallucinatory involvement.
My boy...grew tired of his game.....
"Y'know. I've been thinking. Reality is God's dream.........what
happens if God wakes up?"....Later...."The unconscious mind is
like the universe out beyond the quasars. Its a place we want to
go to find out what's there.".....after sunset...."I dreamed I
was floating in the woods and this huge eye was looking down
at me...like it was real but it was a dream."
Somewhere there is a place where the truth is known.....
....discovery that the star language spoken by Betty Andreasson Luca
when she was under hypnosis might have been Gaelic.....phonetic
renderings are taken from _The Andreasson Affair_ ....a careful and
accurate job of transcription...The Translation therefore reads:
The living descendants of the Northern Peoples are groping
in universal darkness. Their (My) mother mourns. A dark
occasion forebodes when weakness in high places will
revive a high cost of living, an interval of
mistakes in high places, an interval fit
for distressing events.
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