Abductions and Aliens: What's Really Going On

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PROLOGUE

An Exercise in Speculative Fiction

Again

I fidgeted on the cold metal seat.

Why did you leave her? Frank asked me.

I didn’t answer right away. I knew he couldn’t understand.

Did you hate her?

I sighed. They were annoying today, as usual.

No, I finally said.

Then, why?

Because, . . . I searched for words, it wasn’t right.

I could see that confused them completely. Frank looked at Al with an expression I couldn’t fathom. He turned and stared at me again.

But you said she was attractive, Al tried. You liked her face.

I really wanted out of there.

I know I did, I stated. But she wasn’t my type, that’s all.

You are being difficult, Al said, obviously exasperated. He got up. We are only trying to help you.

Help me? I shouted, standing. I bent down to meet his gaze. How are you supposed to be helping me? Every time you do this, you’re not satisfied with something.

I was getting mad, finally. It felt good. It was about time I started sticking up for myself. This had been going on far too long. Who did they think they were, anyway?

You will stop acting this way, Sheila ordered from the corner of the room. At least, I thought it was Sheila.

Not a chance! I shot back. I don’t care how many nights you put me through this, it will never work!

I could tell they were annoyed, but I couldn’t figure out why they kept me this long tonight.

Frank was suddenly beside me. You will continue to try with us, he stated decisively.

I felt the tingling begin again.

It won’t work! I yelled. Whatever your plans are, they’re going nowhere. Why can’t you understand that? I can’t do it with just anyone!

Everything was getting blurry. I was very, very tired.

That in itself is interesting to us, I thought I heard Frank say. Maybe it was Al or one of the ones I never bothered naming. Their grey faces with those huge almond-shaped eyes all looked so much alike . . .

I awoke in my bed again. The balls of light were already through my window, going up into the star-filled sky.

They’ll be back for me again.

I wonder how many others they are doing this to.

But — they’ll never understand.

INTRODUCTION

Alien on My Shoulder

Surveys and polls tell us that approximately 8 percent of all North Americans have seen UFOs.

To round it off, nearly one in ten people has seen a UFO.

(Not only that, but in 1992, a Roper Poll found that approximately 2 percent of the population has had an alien abduction experience — at least, according to Budd Hopkins, an abduction expert and director of the Intruders Foundation. The survey found that 18 percent of the population have woken paralyzed or with a sense of presence in their bedrooms, 8 percent have seen balls of light in their bedrooms while around 13 percent felt they were missing at least one hour in their lives. Combining these elements of abduction narratives, it sounds as if a very significant number of us have been abducted by aliens.)

It’s no wonder, then, why so many people are interested in this subject. It’s so pervasive in our society. We seem to be obsessed with the concept of extraterrestrial life and aliens. One can hardly turn on the television or go to a movie theatre without being exposed to a space theme of some sort, whether it be Third Rock from the Sun or Independence Day. Even Marvin the Martian is making a big comeback.

Star Trek still is immensely popular (although some are suggesting its popularity is finally waning), and science fiction is again in vogue. (Did it ever fall out of favour?) It seems as though we humans are becoming very blasé about the implications of extraterrestrial contact and willing to imagine the wondrous consequences of What if?

In general conversation, if the subject of unusual phenomena is mentioned, nearly everyone has a story to tell that includes some reference to the supernatural, whether it be aliens, monsters, or ghosts. That is the essence of the fascination with UFOs, in particular: they are good stories.

Over the years, I’ve been called a UFO investigator or a UFO researcher. Both are misnomers. This is because I don’t actually investigate UFOs. Instead, I talk with people who say they have had UFO experiences. There is a big difference. Investigation implies some sort of rigorous legal or scientific procedure involving DNA testing of blood-stained gloves and cross-examination of people driving Ford Broncos.

Talking with people involves listening to their stories and sharing their tales of encounters, whether they be about grey-skinned aliens, ghostly apparitions, or giant hairy monsters in the Pacific Northwest. It’s the fascination with such stories that got me interested in UFOs.

Mind you, I didn’t have this in mind when I entered university. Oh, I always had a fascination about the night sky and stars and planets and galaxies — and all that space stuff. My parents took me to Houston during the early Apollo missions; I got to taste real astronaut ice cream, climb aboard lunar landers, and meet real astronauts (the real ones that were written about in Tom Clancy’s book, not the ones who grow mould and breed ants aboard space shuttles).

Being young and foolish (as opposed to now being old and foolish), I went to university and obtained a degree in astronomy. If you haven’t noticed, there are very, very few want ads in the newspaper which ask for degrees in astronomy. I committed the cardinal sin of college: I went into a field that is interesting.

I persisted in some graduate studies, however, and along the way became involved with the university’s planetarium. I wrote and produced some shows there and generally hung around the planetarium office waiting for the phone to ring, hoping it would be the director of Mount Palomar calling to give me a job offer or something like that.

I remember one day, when I was standing in the hallway of the astronomy department reading a poster inviting graduate students to travel to an isolated mountain top in Chile and tend some telescopes there. One of my classmates was in the hall with me and we discussed the idea.

Who would be stupid enough to spend two years on a cold, lonely, snowy mountain top in Chile? I scoffed.

Well, he did. Perhaps you’ve heard of him: Ian Shelton. He went to Chile and discovered a supernova. It’s named after him; his picture was in Time magazine. Lucky stiff. (Do I still sound bitter?)

No, my fate was to follow a different direction.

Something is out there

From time to time during my astronomy tenure, people would call the department, insisting that they had seen funny lights in the sky that they couldn’t explain. Usually, the other astronomers and staff would take the calls and politely explain that the lights were not Martian spacecraft but in fact Air Canada 693 from Vancouver.

All went well until the time one instructor in the astronomy department was having a particularly bad day. (A bad day for an astronomer is when his or her calculation of the distance to the Moon is out by a few hundred kilometres. Well, I might have been responsible for my professor’s miscalculation, but that’s another matter.) His phone rang while I was in his office.

He answered, and after a few seconds cupped his hand over the receiver and said to me: It’s another one who’s seen a UFO. You talk to her; I’m busy.

So, without any notice, I found myself talking with a person who was sure she had seen a UFO the previous night. I patiently tried to assure her that there were no such things as little green men and that it was probably a star or planet or plane or balloon or something.

She wouldn’t be convinced. I’m sure it wasn’t an airplane, she insisted. I see the airplanes fly over every night, and it wasn’t a star because I live on a farm and know what stars look like.

She presented a fairly convincing argument as to why it could not possibly have been anything less remarkable than a UFO. Another classic example of the standoff between science and society.

There was something in her voice that intrigued me. Was it possible — just possible — that she had really seen something other than a plane or star?

Most astronomers are sure there is life out there somewhere. The recent media circus surrounding the discovery of the possible fossilized life elements inside Martian meteorites shows how seriously the idea is regarded. It’s just that the distances between the stars are so great that getting here from there is impossible. (Well, almost impossible.)

How far away are things? If you shrank our sun down to the size of a pea and placed it somewhere in, say, New York, the next nearest pea (which would be the next nearest star to us) would be in . . . Chicago. That’s the next nearest star. It might be too much to expect that the star right next door (astronomically speaking) had life. Of course, most other stars are much farther away.

I should note, though, that there is a growing list of what are called extrasolar planets that have been discovered circling some stars in our general galactic neighbourhood. Astronomers are more and more convinced that planets are the norm for every star, and given the many millions of stars in our galaxy alone, it is looking like another planet similar to ours is out there somewhere.

It’s that somewhere that is the problem. As the pea example showed, the distances between stars are very, very large. It takes a lot of energy, planning, money, and luck to engage in space travel, at least in our own experience. We were lucky to get to the Moon a few times, and it looks like we won’t make it there again for a long, long time. So, travel between stars is virtually impossible. For us, anyway.

And there’s the hitch: it’s impossible for us. Right now. At this moment in our civilization. Assuming we don’t blow ourselves up soon, we could be around for thousands of years to come. What will our technology be like in fifty years? One hundred? Can you imagine one thousand years from now? Why, we didn’t have airplanes one hundred years ago, let alone rocketships!

We know that many stars in our galactic neighbourhood are thousands of years ahead of us in evolution. If there was a race of aliens on a nearby planet that was a few thousand years ahead of us, could they have conquered space?

Of course, that’s science fiction. It’s what I read as a teenager — that my teachers forced me to put down so that I could read proper things like great literature such as Milton or Joyce.

But W.O. Mitchell wasn’t for me. I was attracted to names like Clarke and Bradbury and Asimov. I was less interested in stories about growing up on the Canadian prairie than I was about what life might be like on the Canadian prairie five hundred years from now, with robots tilling the fields and rocketships taking our grain to feed hungry refugees on Jupiter instead of some obscure Third World country. It all seemed more hopeful, somehow.

And that’s perhaps why I was willing to take more phone calls at the planetarium. I was fascinated to hear the stories of mysterious lights in the night and encounters with them.

UFO stories

When a person tells me about his or her sighting of a UFO, it’s a story. Stories aren’t always meant to be believed or disbelieved — they are personal accounts of incidents in peoples’ lives. As such, they give us glimpses into what we experience: how we perceive our world and how it affects our lives.

Science, however, moves in and tells us what can and cannot be, messing up particularly good stories at every opportunity. We have to give scientists some credit, after all. They gave us running water and telephones and digital watches, so they can’t be all bad. But when it comes to aliens and UFOs, why do they have to be such spoilsports?

Not all scientists dismiss UFO stories, however. There are a growing number who are seriously interested in the phenomenon and actively study the reports. These are the people who are part of the Steven Spielberg generation and whose minds are filled with possibilities. Some of them now publish books about alien abductions and others speculate about a shift in cosmic awareness.

I just enjoy the wonder of it all.

At a reception for authors during a literary conference in British Columbia in 1994, a woman sought me out to explain why she had bought a ticket to my presentation. She confessed: I’m a believer, you know, ever since my brother told me what happened to him.

Then she told me his story. (I hope I’ll relate it correctly.) He was living in Northern Ontario many years ago, working with a railroad crew. One night, everyone’s attention was drawn to a brilliant object moving in the sky. He didn’t recognize it as an airplane or anything else familiar. Having signalling equipment handy, he tried to communicate with the UFO by shining a light at the object, using Morse Code. The workers were startled to see the object respond by shining an intense beam of light back at them, scaring them. What’s more, this woman said her brother’s hair turned white as a result of the experience!

That’s just one story that was related to me at the conference. You can’t imagine how many stories I’ve heard over the past few decades. The stories range from fairly dull encounters, like observations of distant lights moving in the night sky, to the extraordinary, such as actual abductions aboard alien spacecraft.

Some of the stories that interest me the most are UFO sightings by devout skeptics — people who don’t believe in UFOs. They proclaim: I’ll never believe in UFOs until I see one myself! . . . and then they see one.

Such a case occurred in western Manitoba in 1988. In the fall, I received a call from a man with a gruff-sounding voice, demanding that I listen to his story. He insisted that he didn’t believe in those things (UFOs) and that he used to always make fun of people who told stories about seein’ saucers. But this time, he had changed his tune. I ain’t makin’ this up! he said. I know what I saw!

He told me that the night before, he and a few friends were jack lighting in their favourite location, hunting deer. Jack lighting is a generally illegal sport where you hunt late at night and use a bright spotlight to startle deer and other quarry into a frozen state of panic, then shoot them with your rifle. The man sounded like quite a tough character, so I wasn’t about to point out to him that his efforts could land him in jail.

He and his buddies had some success that particular night, and had bagged several animals. They packed up their gear and their trophies just before midnight, and drove off on their usual back road to avoid the Mounties. But this time, when they followed the road over a hill, they were shocked to see what they thought was a roadblock in the valley below. Bright red flashing cherry lights were directly in front of them.

We were going pretty fast, the man told me, and we’d had a few by then, so we didn’t want to stop and get caught by the police.

The driver did what would have seemed natural in such a position: he sped up and tried to smash through the roadblock.

But much to their surprise, as they barrelled towards the lights, the lights stopped flashing, rose up off the ground and flew away across a field.

We believe other people now, the man told me. We’ve seen a UFO, too.

One of the most intriguing Canadian UFO cases is that of Stefan Michalak. He returned home from a prospecting expedition with serious ill effects that he claimed were a result of an extraordinary UFO encounter.

On May 20, 1967, in an area near Falcon Lake, Manitoba, Michalak had expected to enjoy a quiet weekend of prospecting. At 12:15 p.m., with the sun high and clouds gathering in the west, Michalak was startled by the cackling of some geese, which were obviously disturbed by something. He looked up and was surprised to see two cigar-shaped objects with bumps on them, about forty-five degrees in altitude, descending and glowing red. As they approached, they appeared more oval, and then disc-shaped.

Suddenly, the further of the pair stopped in mid-flight, while the other drew nearer and appeared to land on a large, flat rock which was later determined to be about 160 feet away. The one in the air hovered for a short while, then departed as well, flying into the west, where it disappeared behind the clouds. Turning his attention to the object on the ground, Michalak saw that it was the colour of hot stainless steel, surrounded by a golden-hued glow. For the next half hour he knelt near a rock, making a sketch of the object and noting various features. The craft was saucer-shaped, about forty feet in diameter and approximately ten feet thick. Its upper cupola or dome was an additional three feet high. Michalak became aware of waves of warm air radiating from the craft, accompanied by the smell of sulphur. He also heard the whirring of what sounded like a fast electric motor, and a hissing, as if air was being taken in or expelled.

Stefan Michalak’s sketch of the object near Falcon Lake, Manitoba, in 1967.

A door had opened in the side of the craft, revealing some lights inside. This door was about two by three feet in size. Michalak approached to within sixty feet of the craft, and heard two humanlike voices, one with a higher pitch than the other. He was sure that the craft was an American experimental test vehicle, and walked closer to it, sarcastically asking, Okay, Yankee boys, having trouble? Come on out and we’ll see what we can do about it. Getting no response (the voices had subsided), and becoming flustered, he asked cautiously in Russian, Do you speak Russian? There was still no answer, so he gave greetings in German, Italian, French, and Ukrainian, then once again in English.

At this point, his curiosity got the best of him, and he walked closer to the craft, ending up directly in front of it. Poking his head into the opening, he saw a maze of lights on what appeared to be a panel, and beams of light in horizontal and diagonal patterns. There was also a cluster of lights flashing in a random sequence like on a computer.

As Michalak stepped away from the craft, he saw that the wall of the craft was about eighteen inches thick. Suddenly, three panels slid over the opening, sealing it like a camera shutter. He examined the outside of the craft and touched the side of it with his gloved hand. There were no signs of welding or joints; the surface was highly polished, and appeared like coloured glass with light reflecting off it, and made silvery spectra out of the sunlight. Drawing his glove back, he saw that it had burned and melted when it brushed the side of the object. Unexpectedly, the craft shifted position, and he was facing a gridlike exhaust vent which he had seen earlier to his left. This vent was about nine inches high by six inches wide, and contained a uniform pattern of round holes, each about 1/16 inch in diameter. A blast of hot gas shot from these holes onto his chest, setting his shirt and undershirt on fire and causing him severe pain. He tore off his burning garments and threw them to the ground. He looked up in time to see the craft depart like the first, and felt a rush of air as it ascended.

Michalak was physically injured, and over the next few years was examined and treated by a number of physicians in both Canada and the United States. Radioactive pieces of metal were found at the site, and Michalak’s chest displayed a bizarre pattern of round burns which later left deep scar tissue. The United States Air Force labelled the case unexplained in its scientific study of UFOs published in the late 1960s. Recently, two different explanations were proposed by experts; a Canadian military researcher believes the saucer was actually a secret government test vehicle, whereas an American involved with the USAF study suggests it was all a hoax. Michalak, however, sticks by his story even today, and it is difficult to imagine what he would have gained from an elaborate hoax.

Although Michalak never actually encountered any aliens, his case at least has some physical evidence to back it up, unlike most abduction cases. In fact, one could ask, if aliens really are capable of doing what is claimed of them — such as blocking memories, becoming invisible and so forth — then why did Michalak remember anything at all? After all, abductees are remembering alien abductions which occurred in their childhoods, long before 1967 when Michalak had his experience. Were the aliens in Canada technologically advanced, but simply not omnipotent?

(Michalak was hypnotically regressed, by the way. This took place in the late 1960s, well before its modern common usage by abduction experts. Even back then, the infant research tool was viewed as a possible, but limited way of recovering blocked memories. However, a tape of the hypnosis that I have in my possession shows that Michalak did not recall any details other than those he consciously remembered.)

Now, some readers might be thinking: Sure, a couple of hunters and a prospector have seen UFOs, but certainly no people with trained eyes have ever had anything happen to them!

Or, maybe, you’re thinking that people only make up these stories to get attention and get their name in the paper. I can assure you that I also have reports from doctors, lawyers, police, airline pilots, butchers, bakers, and candlestick makers (you get the idea). Virtually none have wanted their names made public. In fact, I have been threatened with serious consequences if I was ever to make certain witnesses’ names public.

On guard for them

I was in my office at the university one day, unhappily slogging through paperwork, when a military officer and his wife walked in.

He was good-looking, about 35, and with close-cropped dark hair. She was quite attractive, slightly younger, with a cherubic face surrounded by brown hair.

We’re looking for Chris Rutkowski, the man said. The guy who’s involved with UFOs.

I gratefully put down my pen. That’s me, I volunteered.

My wife and I would like to talk to you about some things that have happened to us, he began.

That is how I met Dylan and Nellie. Over the next few months, I met with them several times, often in the company of Roy Bauer, an associate and co-researcher.

Dylan is in the Canadian Forces. He believes there are some things he simply cannot tell his military friends and officers. Since he was a young boy, he has had many unusual experiences that appear to involve aliens, poltergeists, ghosts, and various other entities.

His wife, Nellie, has shared many of these experiences. They are both convinced that someone — something — is watching them, controlling them, and influencing their lives.

During his teenage years in southern Alberta, Dylan recalls one day that he was with some friends in a wooded area not far from town. He says that he wandered away from the group, walking down a road with his knapsack on his back. He was shocked to see a glowing, disc-shaped object appear suddenly above the road in front of him.

He remembers being very scared and fearful upon seeing the object. In a panic, he ducked down in the short brush along the road. But then he started feeling very tired and sleepy . . .

His next memory is of waking up in the dark on the opposite side of the road. His backpack lay opened with its contents spewed out in the dirt. The disc-shaped object was nowhere to be seen. He walked back home to find his family and friends worried about him. He had been missing for several hours, even though they had been up and down the road several times in their search. He could not remember what had happened during those missing hours.

Dylan says that the next morning the newspapers and radio were awash with stories of other peoples’ sightings of UFOs the night before. I made inquiries at the town’s news media, but no one could recall the case.

That incident started Dylan’s history of experiences. Since then, it seems that they have been watching him and directing his life. Dylan is convinced that some entity or entities are keeping close watch on him.

This is carried to the point where he can get a visit from an entity at any time, day or night, and receive guidance or advice about choices he will be making. Indeed, Dylan was cautioned by this entity about discussing his experiences with me, for fear of some unfortunate incidents that might occur. He did not heed the warnings.

One particularly curious incident that was shared between Dylan and Nellie occurred early in their relationship. They were living in Edmonton and had gone for dinner one evening. For some reason, they found themselves walking home on a route that was not familiar. As they walked, they began to tire, but continued into a park. Their next recollection was of waking up huddled together on a park bench, covered in snow. They had no idea how long they had been there, or why they had fallen so soundly asleep that the falling snow did not wake them. What’s more, they had a shared feeling that they had been transported somewhere else and had an encounter with entities during this missing period.

Nellie has a history of unusual events in her family. Her mother spoke of large, basketball-sized globes of light that would occasionally appear before her and float with her in a kind of teasing dance as she hung laundry or gathered wood near her home in rural Saskatchewan.

Nellie has dreams in which beings of light come to speak with her. She feels she has been directed to go on a shamanic journey and to share her insight with others. It is because she is fearful of the malevolent and seemingly omniscient entities that she has been exploring ways to halt the onslaught.

She appealed to me for help. I suggested that she try to keep a daily diary of her experiences. However, she rejected this because she knew that they would know that she was keeping the diary and would somehow intervene; she was very scared of inviting them to appear.

The experiences of Dylan and Nellie also have some sexual aspects. Once, when Dylan had considered disobeying the entities, a lesion developed on his penis. This was most unsettling to Nellie, and she was convinced that the entities also wanted to control their bedroom activities.

As I sat in their apartment, listening to their story, I glanced around. Their living room was adorned with books on shamanism, mysticism, psychic phenomena, and, of course, UFOs. Nellie reads as many books as she can on these subjects and discusses them with her husband at every opportunity.

Finally, they mentioned an issue of great concern to Nellie. She was concerned that their children were starting to have the same experiences. From listening to the things the children said and the dreams they retold, Nellie worried that they, too, were being visited by the entities. Both parents insisted that they had not told their children about their own encounters.

To this day, Dylan and Nellie still have regular contact with them. Dylan sometimes gets up in the middle of the night and has telepathic conversations with the entities about the next day’s events. He