Category Archives: Audio Signals

46: Renewed Anxiety and a Voice in My Head

(From Pages 98 – 99 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Friday: August 5, 1994

For the past couple of days I have been suffering the full range of symptoms indicative of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I’m waking up with projectile vomiting. I have facial ticks and find myself acting compulsively. The old cycles of anxiety and depression have returned.

But why? I had been free of them for several months now. I credited my recovery to a combination of good hypnotherapy and my having accepted the reality of my double life. I have even come to regard the visitors as my friends. So why am I now suddenly back at square one? Also, I’ve been having nosebleeds for the past two days.

Oh yes, I also “heard” a voice speak into my left ear as I lay in my bed this morning at about 7:30. It was a male voice and spoke only one word, which I couldn’t understand. The voice was loud and clear and sounded like it had an accent of some kind, perhaps Slovak or East European. Although it sounded like it came from my left side, I really think it originated within my own head rather than from some external source.

This is the first voice that I’ve heard. All the other sounds have been mechanical in nature, a buzzer, a bell or a telephone ring. If this is a communication of some kind, why speak to me in a language that I don’t understand, and then only say one word?

35: Are They Trying to Civilize Us?

(From Pages 79 – 83 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Monday: May 23, 1994

Last night I heard the familiar ring of a telephone. The clock on my bedside table read 4:45 A.M. The ring was sharp and clear, even if it was faint. I happened to be lying in bed at the time, having just woken up, or I might not have heard it at all. I think these audio signals come in pairs, the first to mark the beginning of an abduction event, and the second to mark its end. It could be that I had just been put back in bed and that’s why I woke up in time to hear the “second” ring.

Even with my post-hypnotic suggestion, I wake up every two hours or so. After I heard the ring, I was able to sleep deeply for about another hour, before getting up for good.


To discover that I’m a guinea pig in some grand galactic experiment is unsettling, to say the least. To realize that it also involves my daughter triggers all my parental instincts to protect and defend her; and the frustration that I feel, when I realize that my effects in that regard are futile, is sometimes too much to bear. They will come for either of us, when and where at their choosing, and I can only hope that it is all for a good cause.

While it may be impossible to speculate as to the reasoning of Alien minds, if we reflect on what little we know, we may find evidence to suggest that their motivations are benevolent, or at least not hostile.

One of the common elements in abduction cases is the nasal implants. I understand that several have actually been recovered from the nasal cavities of contactees. These implants are suspected of stimulating the temporal lobe of the brain, which is the seat of all the higher emotions of man, such as tolerance, love, compassion and justice. Is the human race being civilized? God knows we need it. There is no more dangerous animal on the face of this planet than Man. I know that feelings of kindness don’t necessarily have to be inspired by Aliens, but there is a pattern of personality changes among the abducted that reflects a growing concern for life in all its forms.

I can sense that my own feelings of love and compassion are growing stronger with each visit. I will not consciously kill another living creature, if I can help it. This is kind of a spiritual pledge that I have taken. If I find a spider in the bathtub, I’ll transfer it outside before taking my shower. Even the houseflies that occasionally find their way inside are safe with me.

I can also see that same pattern of concern for others in Katherine. I remember an incident when she was three or four, and her mother was going to squash some bug that had invaded the house. Katherine started crying and begged her not to “kill nature.”

She recently started taking food (sandwiches, sodas, etc.) to school to leave in the wooded area behind the playground. She had seen a sleeping bag hidden in the bushes and suspects that a homeless person is in need. I’m so proud of her! But I did caution her not to go up there unless she has some of her friends with her.

A national survey, conducted by a reputable firm, suggested that up to two percent of the American population may have undergone the abduction experience. Although the Betty and Barney Hill case of the early 1960s, popularized by the best-selling book The Interrupted Journey, was the first abduction case to come to the attention of the American public, there is evidence that widespread abductions in the US were happening throughout the fifties. My own encounter when I was a young boy at my grandparents’ home in Oklahoma was around 1954 or so. I believe that if we look back we’ll find it was the “Baby Boomers” who were in fact the first generation of humans to be contacted in large numbers.

The 60s were the coming of age for my generation and our accomplishments are almost legendary, notwithstanding the efforts of some to rewrite history. For the first time, young people stood up and put an end to a war that their elders had been determined to wage. We went to the streets, defying our own parents and teachers, demonstrated, conducted teach-ins and pushed the establishment powers until they had to comply.

We rode the “freedom buses” into the Deep South, turning the media spotlight on racism and ended Apartheid in America. We started the modern feminist movement and demanded a simple justice, “equal pay for equal work.” This led to the Gay Pride Movement and to a broader call for “human” rights in general.

For the first time in human history the idea of having rights by the mere fact of being human (referred to in the Preamble to our Constitution as “inalienable rights”) was brought into “smoke-filled backrooms” of international power-politics when it was actually made a part of US foreign policy under the Carter administration. To me this marks one of the few times that we have grown ethically as a species. We can number the milestones of our technological development in the thousands, but there are so few to mark our development spiritually. Now, because of Carter, the heads of state on this planet have to at least pretend publicly to adhere to a set of “universal” rights.

No other generation in history has sparked as much social change as us Baby Boomers. We were motivated by compassion for our fellow human beings and a sincere belief that real justice had to include everyone. Could it be that all this was the result of Alien Abductions and nasal implants? A stretch maybe, but if it is true then perhaps the trauma that comes with these encounters really is a reasonable price to pay.

20: Having Sex, Without the Memory of It

(From Page 49 of Abducted by Aliens, by Chuck Weiss)

Tuesday: April 19, 1994

I lay down to take a nap this afternoon. After a while I was able to doze off, but I woke up fully alert when I heard the faint, but very distinct, single ring of a telephone. It never sounds like my bedroom phone. The tone is always a little different.

I opened my eyes and took note of the time, 4:52 P.M. I immediately became very sleepy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, although I had been wide awake just a few moments before. I barely had but a few seconds with which to notice the sudden change in my mental alertness before falling into a deep sleep. I awoke again at 6:13 P.M., feeling very refreshed.

I almost hesitate to report this. Although I was tired and needed a nap, when I laid down I was feeling rather sexy and fell asleep snuggling up to my pillows. They felt good against my skin and gave me a warm sensual feeling, letting me relax into sleep. Later as I was getting dressed, I noticed that my penis was shrunken and shriveled. I touched myself and found that it was moist and smelled of semen, but I couldn’t find any evidence of a “wet dream” in my bedding.

I’ve heard that men who are abducted are often milked of their sperm or given the chance to mate in the traditional way. If I’m going to make it with someone, however, I’d like to remember the experience!

17: Feeling Numb

(From Pages 42 – 43 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Friday: April 15, 1994

I woke up at 2:26 A.M., again because of the audio hallucination, but went right back to sleep. I was too exhausted to give a damn. When I awoke again, it was almost six o’clock. I haven’t slept that long in ages.

I felt calmer this morning. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just numb.


The MacNeil/Lehrer News Hour had a disturbing story today. In Rwanda twelve hundred people were massacred, hacked to death with machetes inside a church. Half of the victims were said to be children. Hearing that deflated my sense of righteousness. If we as a species can murder our own children like that, who’s to say that they don’t have the right to study us, even if they do traumatize us in the process? I don’t know anymore.

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.

5: My First Spontaneous Healing

(From Pages 13 – 15 of Abducted by Aliens, by Chuck Weiss)

Monday: February 21, 1994

I woke up twice last night to the same audio hallucinations. The last time was approximately 5:20 A.M., when I got up and had breakfast. I can’t seem to sleep more than two or three hours in a row, day or night. The headaches I had yesterday have continued throughout today.

Evening (10:45 P.M.):

I don’t know what’s going on. All I can do is document what happened. A few minutes ago I tried to work out on my exercise machine and injured myself badly, straining my left arm and chest muscle. In order to stand the pain, I had to hold my arm tightly against my body with my right hand. Then while I was sitting on the couch trying to think if I had an Ace bandage in the closet, or if I would have to go out and buy one, I felt something press several times against my lower back at the base of my spine. The sensation lasted a good two or three seconds. I looked behind me. There was nothing on the couch, but then I noticed that my arm and chest no longer hurt.

The pain is completely gone! All this happened in less than a minute after getting off the exercise machine. My left arm feels like it’s walking up from a Novocain shot, but there’s no pain, even when I move it around. I had thought I was going to have to get an Ace bandage and tape my chest. One minute severe pain, the next nothing! This is not natural. What’s happening to me?

Thursday: February 24, 1994

My arm and chest have not hurt at all since that first minute after the injury, three days ago. That’s not to say they feel normal, because they don’t. I can definitely feel that I hurt myself, but it’s as if the injury happened a couple of weeks ago. There is a slight weakness in the area. Until today, there was no pain, soreness, or weakness. I’m able to use my arm as if nothing had happened. It’s as if my body flooded itself with endorphins that first minute and has maintained them at a high concentration for the last three days.

4: Audio Hallucinations, a Troubling Scar & crystallized Blood

(From Pages 11 – 13 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Thursday: January 20, 1994

I woke up twice again last night to the single ring of a telephone, once at 1:26 A.M. and again at 3:21 A.M. (I’ve decided to note all the details as accurately as possible and to include them in this journal.) I had disconnected the telephone in my bedroom and turned off the ringers of the other house phones before I went to bed. As I suspected, these are audio hallucinations.

While it is disturbing, to say the least, to think that I am having hallucinations of any sort, I have discovered something even more unnerving. Thinking about the two scabs on the back of my neck reminded me of something an old girlfriend said about a year ago. We had been making love when she noticed that there was a scar on my genitals. Perhaps it was the passion of the moment, but I forgot about what she had said until now.

I examined myself closely tonight and, sure enough, there is a long scar that runs the full length of the shaft on the underside of my penis, from tip to base, and continues a quarter of the way around at the bottom. It looks as if I was filleted, like a fish. I certainly do not remember anything to explain such a scar. I have an appointment for my annual physical in a couple of months. I’ll ask my doctor how old the scar appears to be. Even if there was a slip of the knife during my circumcision as an infant, I don’t understand how an accident like that could have caused such a long and extensive wound, or why I wouldn’t have noticed it until now.

Friday: January 21, 1994

I took the telephone off line again last night, but I have no memory of having any audio hallucinations. The two scabs have all but disappeared from where I found them a couple of days ago, at the base of my neck and between the shoulders. I think I can see a couple of lines or faint scars.

There is also a bulge on my neck, just above where the scabs were and a little to the left of the spine. I’m mentioning this only to be thorough in my observations. It may have been there before. I don’t remember noticing it, though.

Sunday: February 20, 1994

Today the top of my head felt tender. I felt a scab of some sort, and as I rubbed it small granules of dried blood came off on my fingers. It had the consistency of crystallized sugar. I’ve never known a scab to form that way. Usually a scab is a hard, crusted thing, not something that crumbles into granules in your hand. I have no idea how I might have injured myself.

I’ve “heard” some more audio hallucinations the past couple of nights. They were the same telephone ring, but not nearly as loud as the ones I heard last month. After I heard the first one I was too sleepy to try and stay awake, so I just rolled over and went back to sleep.

I’ve also had headaches, off and on, throughout the day.

3: My Awakening to Alien Abduction

(From Pages 8 – 11 of Abducted by Aliens, by Chuck Weiss)

In January of 1994 I began to experience a series of curious incidents, which when considered together presented a mystery that I could not ignore. I decided early on to record these events as they occurred, so as not to lose any details to a faulty memory. Everything reported herein happened as described. – – Chuck Weiss

“And you know something is happening,
But you don’t know what it is,
Do you Mr. Jones?” – – Bob Dylan

Wednesday: January 19, 1994

Some strange things have been happening. I think it might be wise if I put this down on paper. I want to be sure that later I remember everything correctly. I don’t know why. I just have an uneasy feeling about this. Here goes.

I woke up twice last night to the ring of my bedside telephone. The first time was at 2:20 A.M. It happened again a couple of hours later. Both times when I answered the phone, all I heard was the dial tone.

This has happened several nights in a row now. The first few times I heard a bell and woke up puzzled because nothing in my bedroom could produce a bell tone. After that the sound has been that of a ringing telephone. I have a definite memory of once being woken up by a loud buzzer. At first I thought it was the clock-radio alarm. Actually I remember hearing the buzzer sound more than once. I remember the second time thinking that I really did have to check the clock radio, as I had thought to do earlier.

I’ll disconnect the telephone tonight and set the alarm for a special time to be sure they’re not at fault. But the ring has always been a bit subdued and doesn’t have quite the same tone as the telephone in my bedroom.

Another thing – as I sat in the living room thinking about all of this, I suddenly got the feeling that I should go into the bathroom and inspect myself closely. When I did I noticed two small parallel lines, about ½ to ¾ of an inch long, low on the back of my neck above the shoulder blades. They appear to be newly formed scabs.

As I stood pondering how I could have scratched myself so deeply as to draw blood without noticing it, I realized that I had seen these two scabs before in exactly the same place about a year ago. At the time I dismissed it. People are always hurting themselves in minor ways without knowing it. But now this is the second time these scabs have formed in exactly the same place. I’m sure of it and the feeling of déjà vu is unsettling.

There is also a long scrape mark across my left shoulder. It’s red and ugly looking, but strangely it doesn’t hurt. I don’t know how I got it. This is too weird.