A Life Changing Paranormal Event
What if a very rare and terrifying paranormal event totally changed the course of your life in a very dramatic and negative way? What if you couldn’t have prevented it? What if you couldn’t correct the aftermath of the event? What would you do? These are questions and matters I’ve personally dealt with for almost forty years.
One of the most common questions I’m asked when I do lectures and presentations, is why I’ve never been married. It’s not simply that I tend to meet rather unusual women, who either think I’m nuts or make me look totally normal. Obviously, neither of those scenarios play out well in terms of my finding a wife. But almost four decades ago I did find the right woman, in fact, the perfect one for me. The lady was so unique and special in almost every way, that if I were going to design the perfect soul mate for me, I could not have done a better job than what fate brought to me.
For the first and only time in my life I met my equal in almost every way; intellectually, mentally, emotionally, sexually and psychically. It was like two peas in a pod. We were able to sit in the car while driving with the radio off and we’d continually say the same thing at the same time. When she attended our psi training groups at UCLA long ago, we’d almost continuously say the same thing at the same time while within a sensory deprivation environment and responding to a mental cue (see:”Learned Psi: Training To Be Psychic”, elsewhere on this site). It was fascinating, astounding and incredible, in more ways than I could ever recount in words here.
This girl was so physically beautiful that she actually stopped traffic while walking. If I left her alone for more than a minute in restaurants or movies, there would be at five guys hitting on her. But that’s the price one pays when one looks that extraordinary, and fortunately, it never bothered me because I expected it. But what I didn’t consciously expect was the unimaginable event that was about to transpire which ended my only relationship that would have led to marriage. Even my dreams of things to come couldn’t have anticipated what was just around the corner.
It’s one thing to investigate other people’s paranormal encounters whether in the lab or in the field. However, when they intrude upon your personal life to the point of dramatically changing its course for the worst, one’s perspective on the paranormal is forever changed, good or bad. Just such an event happened to me back in 1977, while our UCLA parapsychology lab was still up and running.
It was on Valentine’s day of that year I met the only woman I could have married. If you want to see an exact physical replica of what this girl looked like back in 1977, check out the two, long deceased actresses (pictured here), Mari Blanchard (featured photo above). There was one other actress who also shared this look, Brenda Benet (see photo).
They both strikingly resemble my ex, but the only one who could pass for a clone of her was Mari Blanchard, But the similarities or synchronicities do not end with her obvious physical likeness.
In every physical parameter, my ex-girlfriend was a literal clone of Mari Blanchard; height, weight, figure, facial physiognomy, hair color, etc. The resemblance is so extreme that if Blanchard walked into my home today at the age she was in 1957 when her movie She-Devil came out, I would instantly think it was my old girlfriend as long as she didn’t speak, as Blanchard’s voice was much deeper. (see Blanchard’s photo from She Devil immediately below).
According to some genetic statistics I remember from graduate school long ago, everyone is supposed to have eight (8) doubles and twenty-two (22) look-a-likes on earth at any given point (unless you live in Asia, where the numbers are substantially higher due a more genetically homogeneous culture). Statistics my ass, this is pretty damn strange, even for someone like myself who’s lived a rather different life than most other people.
Adding more high strangeness to this striking similarity is the fact the that both of these women share the same birthday; month and day, although Blanchard was born twenty four years before my ex.
The reason behind my meeting her (not Blanchard, as she had been dead for seven years) was that she called the lab reporting poltergeist activity in her apartment. When we arrived to meet her and her ex-boyfriend, I was so captivated by her presence that I kind of zoned out for a moment. My fixation on this girl was so intense, that my colleague had to repeatedly elbow me in the arm or ribcage to distract me.
While at this location we did encounter some minor evidence suggesting that their claims might have been real. However, as the frequency and magnitude of paranormal occurrences were quite low, the case was not worthy of pursuit, but she certainly was.
Long story short, we began dating and soon were embroiled in a very serious relationship, certainly the best I’ve ever had. For me, it was finding perfection in every sense of the word.
However, fate had other plans for her and us, such that would completely devastate our maritally bound romance. Even my dreams reflected the ominous path that lay ahead but without any specifics. And perhaps coincidentally, a month before I met my ex, she too had died her hair blond, just to look different, but then decided to return it to its natural black just before we met. As I’m not even marginally attracted to blond women, perhaps she was aware of this fact? At left is Blanchard as a blond.
On July 22, 1977, our relationship hit an extraterrestrial wall, literally. This girl was abducted right out of the bed we shared in her condo. They left me behind and were apparently very curious about her. If you wish to read all of the disturbing details of what transpired there and then and what the fallout was to this event, you’ll have to read Chapter 10 “Abduction Central” of my book Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown.
There have been other cases within my own files demonstrating this linkage between classic paranormal activity such as poltergeists and ufology. Sometimes it begins with a close encounter of the third (CE-III) or fourth kind (CE-IV) which is then followed by paranormal fallout (OBE’s, healing, precognition & RSPK). On the other side of the coin, there are cases that begin as purely paranormal encounters and evolve into a CE-III or an abduction as discussed herein.
However, when the paranormal hits this close to home and tears asunder what might have otherwise been a life of happiness and bliss, what is one supposed to do? People frequently ask why they didn’t take me as opposed to her. Not having the foggiest notion of how to respond to that question, all that I can say is that if I were them, I wouldn’t take me.
On a somewhat humorous note, if I were to be abducted, I would mostly likely drive my captors crazy with my insistence to understand their propulsion system, power source, navigation, avionics, biology and evolution. Yeah, I’d be their worst nightmare. Or would I?
And of course, how could they take her without disturbing me as I slept right next to her? Believe it or not, that type of situation is not that uncommon.
The end result of this abduction was my girlfriend’s complete emotional, intellectual and physical breakdown, from which she never recovered. She became a religious zealot of a very unusual type, and as there were not the behavioral practitioners to deal with such an events back in 1977 as there is today, she never sought or obtained any professional help for her breakdown. We have occasionally been in touch over the years, and she’s claimed to have been re-abducted several times, and ended up marrying another religious zealot of the same persuasion. Well at least she’s not alone.
So in the end how am I supposed to incorporate such a life changing event that cannot be proved or disproved, although the evidence presented was quite formidable, into my own life and scheme of things in general.
So when people ask if I’ve ever been close to marriage and I tell them yes, some thirty four years ago, and then inform them as to what eventually happened, they don’t quite know what to think or say. As most people are totally unfamiliar with this field in its totality, how are they supposed to understand and interpret such an event? They cannot, as they lack any perspective to do so.
In closing, I’ve now come to notice after watching She Devil for the first time in more than fifty years, that if you were to remove all of Blanchard’s hair and thoroughly examined her facial physiognomy with her extraordinarily high and pronounced cheekbones, her disproportionately large, wraparound, almond-shaped eyes given her small face, her very small and thin nose. pointed chin and tiny mouth, she bore a startling resemblance to contemporary drawings of alien hybrids (see photo below).
As most, if not all, of my girlfriends over the years have shared similar looks with Blanchard, and she has alien-like features, what does that say about my lifelong, obsessive attraction to this particular look in women?
I’ve never known another man that is as fixated as I am on any particular female look, let alone this particular one.
Over the last several years in having seen several women I’ve found on various internet dating sites, the only ones I contacted were the ones who had this very specific look. The only one I actually met who dramatically resembled Blanchard, suffered from depression and was an alcoholic. Needless to say, that contact ended after the first meeting.
Isn’t it rather coincidental that my girlfriend who looked exactly like this actress ended up becoming an abductee while we were together?
Or maybe it wasn’t?
My life has been riddled with synchronicities, and perhaps this is just another one of them? But given that I’ve been singularly obsessed with this specific type of feminine beauty for my entire life, I suspect that there is something far deeper and more profound going on here.
I will not even begin to speculate as to what all this might suggest, as it would be nothing more than an exercise in sheer fantasy.
Or would it?
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