(From Pages 151 – 153 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)
In order to tell the reader of a wondrous spontaneous healing I received, for which I will be eternally grateful, I must admit to having done something that I’m ashamed of and would really rather forget. In the name of truth and honesty, though, I’ll swallow my pride and tell you that there was a six-month period in my history when I was married to crack cocaine. It was the darkest time of my life, when I didn’t care if I lived or died. I guess, after a while, I realized that I really would die if I didn’t stop what I was doing, and I didn’t want my daughter to know that her father had come to such a pitiful end. I threw away my pipe four different times and each time I went back and bought another one the next day. After the fifth time, I finally succeeded in putting it down for good.
I slowly returned to the land of the living, but I had destroyed my lungs. I tired easily and it was difficult for me to breathe at times. After two years of living with very little lung power, struggling for breath after even the slightest bit of physical activity, I suddenly became aware one day that I was able to breathe deeply again. I couldn’t believe it. I had my lungs back!
I first noticed it after I climbed the three flights of stairs to visit my mother one afternoon. Her apartment building didn’t have an elevator, and each time I went to see her I would have to drag myself up the stairs, stopping at each landing for a few seconds to catch my breath. But one day I was amazed to find that I hadn’t needed to stop for a rest and had made it to the top breathing normally all the way! I was dumbfounded, and so very grateful to “the powers that be.” I still am.
The middle of my back is still numb, however. The cocaine evidently collected there and, to this day, someone can stick a straight pin in my back and I won’t feel it.
Over the years, the ETs have been very patient with me and my foolishness, but in this instance they were cautious as well. They waited two years before healing me to verify that I had resolved the issues that derailed my life, and that I was secure in my sobriety.