NOBODY

 

    I just gotta laugh at some of the responses I have had to some of my interviews and chats I have had with various individuals and groups over the path of my life. It doesn't matter if the responses come from articles in magazines, MUFON interviews, zoom interviews, or a couple of tv gigs I have had, the response is generally all the same. As is the same with others like me who may have had experiences with off worlders. Some of the responses are spot on. Other responses are just weird. The main response is about how ludicrous the UFO subject is and how I must be off my rocker. Very harsh and critical and usually an immediate near hatred towards the idea people are getting abducted. They want me examined by a psychiatrist and locked up. Others will study my body language in order to determine if I am lying. I assure you I am not. I will tell you the exact same thing I did thirty years ago because that is what I remember. And I do remember everything as clearly now as I did thirty years ago with no change. That's the way it happened. Truth does not change. I have no need to lie. The truth is strange enough. And then there are those who tell me I am not that special. I am a nobody. This is what I would like to address. Not that it matters or that I really care what anyone thinks or says about what has happened to me. I am speaking on behalf of those who are not willing to speak. So now I will speak for the "NOBODIES" in the world who struggle with the WTF moments as much as I do.

    The strange thing about being abducted is, yes, most of us abductees and contactees are nobodies. We come from all walks of life. We see something strange in the skies, or in our rooms at night, or in the fields outside our house, or driving down the road with missing time. Most of us are "nobodies". We are never going to be influential in the world. We will live our lives unknown with the small exception of a few souls that speak out. We walk around with spiritual gifts as a result of the contact experience and always have a sense of why me and what the fuck! We feel like outcasts even though we will walk around at our jobs and appear to be normal. We are the "nobodies" in life. We are not that special in the world. And yet we all are. No one will ever know it though.

    So when someone tells me I am not all that special and the things that happen to me are ridiculous, inside I just smile, laugh, and agree. I am not that special. And that is precisely what makes the whole thing with beings in black, so to speak, so bizarre! The whole experience of men in black and like beings harassing ordinary people makes no sense at all!

    I have been told many times and in many different 'expressive' ways not to talk about the subject of ufo's and aliens on earth. There are a lot of things I do not talk about in public, some things that are straight out of the twilight zone. I could have collaborated some of this stuff that has happened to me with Rod Serling and gotten a script written. It is really bizarre stuff that leaves me thinking 'did that really happen?' And then I think about all the cases I have run across where men in black have actually showed up and most of them are to the 'nobodies'. Farmers who report something to authorities. People driving their cars home from work and see a UFO or something strange on the side of the road. People who see something weird and call it in. Ninety nine percent of humanity are destined to be "nobodies."

    Back when I started having my experiences I was just that, and still am, a 'nobody.' I was broke, a single parent living with my bio mother who was a single parent, and I was highly traumatized from PTSD from my experiences even though I did not recognize it as PTSD at the time. I would look around and wonder what the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I live the same life everyone I grew up with was living? Where is the house with the white picket fence and wife and kids and steady career? I was in full PTSD trauma mode. Yea, I am not that special and never will be. I am just a working stiff on a nine to five job keeping it on the low down at work so people don't isolate me because I am strange and I still have to make a living. I deal with occasional PTSD and struggle so as to not get stuck in the drama of the experience. So do most people who have lived the experience, whether it be positive or negative in nature. Life goes on and we are all here to deal with life in all its complexities and nuances.

    

    So when someone tells me I am not that special...here's to you bud! I will be the first to toast you with a strong one and let you know how right you are! Not just for me, but for all of us who are floating in the same boat with the alien dial card in our back pocket.