(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.