UCLA Student Traumatized By CE-IV and Poltergeist Events

 

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Excerpted from “Aliens Above, Ghosts Below: Explorations of the Unknown”

In late November of 1986, before I learned to turn my telephone’s ringers off and my answering machine on with its volume control turned all the way down when I went to sleep every night, I was blown out of a deep sleep when the phone rang at 2:30 a.m.  On the other end of the line, I heard two women, apparently hysterical, screaming something about a direct confrontation with what sounds like extraterrestrial humanoids.  After they calmed down we agreed to meet that afternoon.

Teri (not her real name), a 20-year old UCLA student, lived at home with her parents in the elegant Bel-Air sector of West Los Angeles.  The story they told to me began when Teri awoke from what she assumed was a dream, where she had been within a metallic-walled room with small, humanoid creatures that were examining her with various instruments, including intravenous needles placed in both of her arms.  As she reached full waking consciousness and opened her eyes, she saw small, humanoid creatures standing on either side of her, withdrawing needles from her arms.

The young woman began screaming at the top of her lungs, which caused her dog to run into the room where it encountered the two humanoids.  The dog growled as it started to approach one of the creatures, who, suddenly thrust his four-fingered hand out toward him. The dog whimpered back in fear and ran from the room howling.  Every time Teri screamed, the other humanoid would place its hand over her forehead, attempting to tranquilizing her.  By this time, Teri’s mother overheard the commotion.

Upon entering her daughter’s bedroom, the mother also witnessed the creatures.  Both Teri and her mother described the two humanoids as approximately 4 feet tall, with reptilian textured greyish skin and heads massively disproportional to their bodies.  Deeply set within their hairless heads were large, almond-shaped black eyes, angled upwards.

The mother immediately began screaming in fear, which caused the two humanoids to jump back as if startled and touch a circulating hemisphere of light attached to what appeared to be belts on some kind of uniform they were wearing. They then allegedly lit up in a flash of bright light and literally “blinked out.”

Trying to recover from what they had just experienced, Teri’s mother tried turning the bedroom lights on.  They then noticed that the power in the house was out.   Simultaneously, they noticed what appeared to be a large, reddish-orange ovoid object through the picture window in the bedroom.  It was silently hovering up above the edge of the house, causing it to vibrate in resonance.  They watched the strange craft as it slowly departed.

Needless to say, the mother and daughter were terrified and confused by the whole experience.  Once calmed, however, the mother attempted to rationalize the event as a possible practical joke played on her daughter by one of her many friends. I casually asked the mother if any of her daughter’s friends resembled the entities she observed or knew how to vanish in a flash of light. 

After careful thought she answered, “no,” but that did not rule out the possibility in her mind!  Whatever the origin of the event, both women were prescribed mild tranquilizers by their physician to overcome their anxiety.

During the next ten days, other strange events transpired. Furniture began moving around the house by itself, the front doorbell would ring incessantly at 3 a.m., even after it was electrically disconnected.  After more than a week of this poltergeist-type activity, Teri awoke early in the morning to see the humanoids back in her bedroom. 

However, on this occasion they had no apparent interest in her, but instead were carefully examining her books, furnishings and the pet snake she kept in a large glass cage in her bedroom.  The creatures displayed particular fascination with the reptile.  Perhaps they thought it was a distant relative?

Finally gaining her senses, Teri began screaming.  Her mother and father–he had been out of town at the time of the first encounter—came running into the bedroom.  Both terrified parents observed the two diminutive humanoids.  The father yelled out while the mother began screaming, and the entities responded as they had before–by touching the center of their belts and disappearing in a flash of light.

The parents thought that this “joke” had gone far enough.  Neither would accept the possibility that what they saw and experienced really was what it appeared to be. They took their badly traumatized daughter to a psychiatrist, who automatically assumed that the whole affair was nothing more than a shared hallucination that time and therapy (with the proper compensation, of course) would easily resolve.

This abrupt, but all too predictable psychiatric evaluation did not resolve the fact that Teri did, in fact, have bruises and wounds indicative of a crude physical examination by someone not totally familiar with human anatomy and physiology, or else just plain crude. 

With no evidence of drug usage, Teri was scarred with inexplicable puncture marks. After the first encounter, she had bled from her uterus, and yet was not menstruating at the time.  Since these events, which took place in late 1986 and early 1987, Teri has packed all her belongings, closed her bank accounts, shut off her phone and left, leaving no notice of her destination.  Although there is no evidence of foul play, she has not been heard from since.  As her parents did not in any way cooperate in any follow-up with this author, her condition or location remains unknown.

 

 

A Life Changing Paranormal Event

 

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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).

The late Brenda Benet
The late Brenda Benet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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).

She Devil (13)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, which for me is almost unheard of.  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.1a7akxir5xgya1ax  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, but were apparently very interested in and 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).

The late Mari Blanchard
The late Mari Blanchard

 

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?