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Some of you have read about my horrific experience 22 years ago, wherein I shook hands with Death via a violent home invasion and rape. But
it might interest you to know that the aftermath included something that seems
unrelated but must truly be directly influenced by the trauma. In short, I
spent a week hiding out at my grandmother’s house in Florida, sleeping in her
guest bedroom where I had slept many times before. Only this time, I was
visited with visions of grey aliens every night. I could not sleep for fear
of waking up in the grip of several jabbering aliens with needles and
restraints. If you think I’m exaggerating, I might, at this late date, be
inclined to agree. But at the time, it was a dark obsession; every time the
lights went out, I saw aliens.
The disconnect might join up for you if you realize that my
mother had given me her copy of Whitley Strieber’s Communion to read shortly
before this. Mom was always into paranormal, magical and other weird stuff. She
even had a tarot deck and a Ouija board. I don’t think she ever used the Ouija
board though; it sits in my garage…somewhere. The infusion of a breathless,
emotional account of Strieber’s abduction experiences wormed their way
into my ravaged, stressed-out post-trauma brain and lodged in my dreams. As a
result, I slept with abduction anxiety for a week or so. If I were more credulous, I
would have affixed great significance to the fact that I heard my father’s
voice in my head so loudly it caused me to roll violently out of bed, only to
see him pulling out of the driveway early one morning during my stay at Grandma’s
house. Surely, the sensitivity of the traumatized brain is amazing, or I experienced telepathy .
These and other experiences have led me to believe that
humans indeed possess capabilities that might be deemed paranormal, but I would
not go as far as calling them supernatural. By definition, anything that
happens in the natural world is “natural.” Thus, I keep my mind open to the
possibility of paranormal phenomena. But many times, the most obvious
explanation is the right one. If you’re ever traumatized like I was, I don’t
recommend reading Whitley Strieber books, ok?
