Category Archives: Compassion

66: Cats in a Tizzy & Hyper Emotions

(From Pages 128 – 129 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Saturday, August 5th

Several things happened today to make me suspect that someone came into my apartment last night. When I got up, my cats were all over me. Usually they’re very nonchalant. Pywacket may (or may not) see me to the door when I leave, but that’s because he’s been “dethroned” as the Alpha Cat by Charlie and needs reassurance that I still love him. I got Charlie when she was a kitten to be company for Pywacket, but she’s since grown to adulthood and asserted herself. Today they both saw me to the door when I left the apartment, even vocalizing their concerns as I left. I glanced at the hallway door. It was shut; no sign of Majestic there.

All day long I’ve been hyper-emotional. When this happens, it’s always strong feelings of compassion welling up inside of me. Today I was reduced to tears by an encounter with a homeless man. There really isn’t that much that separates us. Genetically we’re all but identical, and growing up we had much in common. We were both little boys once, and both of us have had to deal with siblings, friends, bullies, teachers and our parents. We are both human, yet I have a relatively comfortable life and he’s carrying what few possessions he has in plastic bags and talking to the air around him. There, but for the grace of providence, go I. Later I blew my nose and had my first nosebleed in years.

Some have speculated that the nosebleeds Experiencers often have are the result of nasal implants that are thought to stimulate the frontal lobes of the brain. That’s the area of our gray matter that’s responsible for our higher mental processes. It’s where the concepts of right and wrong and our feelings of compassion are developed. Perhaps last night the little guys came and stimulated my frontal lobes for an extra dose of good feeling for my fellow human beings.

45: A “Compassionate” Healing

(From Pages 96 – 98 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Friday: July 29, 1994

I went to bed at about 2:30 A.M., drunk and depressed. After training, without pay, for the last five weeks as a poker dealer for a local gambling establishment, I found out yesterday that the job offer has suddenly evaporated. No explanations. They’re just not hiring. I could have a job by now if I had been looking for one all this time.

I don’t take to alcohol very well. After the pleasant effects wear off, I always pay for it with a bad hangover. I get a good buzz with one beer, become drunk with two and find myself under the table after four or five, but I wanted to get as numb as quickly as possible last night so I threw caution to the wind and raced through a six-pack.

I woke up about 4:30 this morning with a bad case of nausea, a common consequence of this particular manifestation of my stupidity and one that I had expected. After a few minutes I felt that familiar pressure at the base of my spine and the nausea suddenly faded away. I felt very sleepy right afterwards and, although I wanted to stay awake to note any further effects, I couldn’t and quickly fell asleep again.

Although I’ve been unemployed now for quite some time, and have just lost my best opportunity to change that situation, I awoke this morning feeling rested and strangely confident about the future. Usually when I’m as depressed as I was, it takes several days for me to pull out of it. I think my little friends came last night. If so, then this is the third time that they’ve helped me when they didn’t have to, and it makes me think that they might really be concerned about me as a person. I’ve often wondered if their interventions weren’t more about keeping the lab rat healthy enough to run the maze, but this time they helped me emotionally, not just physically, when they eased my depression in addition to my nausea. They didn’t have to. They felt bad that I felt bad. That’s called compassion.

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.

Evening:

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.