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81: The Physical Evidence – Spontaneous Healings (Part Two)

(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.

80: The Physical Evidence – Spontaneous Healings (Part One)

(From Pages 150 – 151 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Spontaneous healings are a somewhat controversial subject in the UFO community. Not everyone gets them. Those who do don’t like to talk about them very much, for fear of coming across as bragging. There are Experiencers out there with serious medical problems that need attention who can’t understand why, despite their willingness to cooperate with the ETs, they don’t receive this kind of special attention.

In my journal, I’ve described several times when the ETs have healed me in some way. The first, only a month after I had Awakened in 1994 to the fact that something strange had taken hold of my life, occurred after I strained my chest and shoulder on my home exercise machine (Post 5). The second was when I asked for, and received, a healing of the tendonitis in my left hand (Post 36). The next healing was one that I hadn’t asked for and one that wasn’t physically necessary, thus showing me again that the ETs I’m involved with are compassionate beings. I drank too much the night I learned that I had lost a job opportunity for which I had been training for weeks. They eased both my nausea and my depression that time (Post 45). Besides these specific acts of mercy that I’ve described in my journal, I have received other spontaneous healings from the ETs.

For many years I drove for a living. It’s an unfortunate occupational hazard for such people to develop precancerous nodes on the high points of their faces, especially on the left, the driver side that gets the sun.

Sometime in 1995, I had a spontaneous healing of just such a node on my nose that had suddenly flared up and became three times its normal size. I procrastinated and didn’t call my doctor. After about a week, I woke up to find that it had shrunk back to its original size. It bled slightly when I touched it that morning, and I later found a bloody spot on my bath towel.

Six months to a year after that, I noticed that another precancerous node that I had had on my nose for years had suddenly grown in size. A few days later I woke up to find that it had been dealt with during the night in the same manner as the previous one.

Years later, in May of 2006, another node that had developed on my left cheek was removed completely, before it showed any signs of becoming inflamed like the others. I guess they caught on to the fact that I don’t like going to doctors and, because of my stubbornness, decided that they would have to take care of the problem themselves.

{To be continued}

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.

36: My Second Spontaneous Healing

(From Pages 83 – 84 of Abducted by Aliens, By Chuck Weiss)

Tuesday: June 7, 1994

I’ve evidently had a second spontaneous healing a couple of nights ago. For the past few months I’ve had a bad case of tendonitis in the middle finger of my left hand, with the pain most acute in the morning after waking up from hours of inactivity. As the day would wear on the pain would lessen somewhat, but never to any great extent.

A few days ago I was just sick and tired of the constant pain and, remembering the “exercise healing” of February 21st, I wished out loud that “they” would repeat their medical miracle. In fact, I demanded it. “You owe me!” I told them. Apparently they heard and responded.

For the past two days I’ve had no pain in that finger and can use it as if nothing was ever wrong, although it now bends with a snap as if it’s “double-jointed.” It appears they had to shorten the tendon in that area. Those little guys can actually be useful!

They were here last night as well. I just discovered that one of the scabs at the base of my neck has returned, although this time it’s about two inches below where the previous scabs had formed. I give myself a thorough inspection every night and it wasn’t there when I went to bed.

The lump that I’ve had at the base of my neck since at least mid-January has disappeared as well. Both sides of my spine in that area are now symmetrical. Was that an implant, which they have now removed for some reason? Were the scabs, which formed off and on in that area, incisions in the skin to service the implant? I don’t know, and I don’t know if I ever will know. That’s one of the frustrating things about all of this. Will I ever find out what’s happening?

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.