The Signs of Possible Alien Abduction

A recent survey showed that one out of every 50 people met the profile of a person who claims to have been abducted by aliens, suggesting that about 33,000,000 individuals had been abducted in America.

Here are some signs of possible alien abduction:

1) Have you ever awakened in the night with a feeling that someone was in your bedroom? Maybe you couldn't move, maybe you tried to look and see if there was someone in the room, but your body was completely paralyzed.

2) Perhaps, after a few minutes, you could finally move, and when you looked around, no one was there. You might have even gotten out of bed and looked around your house or apartment, but found nothing amiss.

3) Have you had sinus problems as long as you can remember? Do you sometimes have morning nosebleeds? Have you found blood on your pillow in the morning? Do you have frequent headaches, sinus or migraine?

4) Have you ever awakened in a place other than where you went to sleep? Did you retire to your bed, but awaken on the sofa or in another room? Perhaps you have awakened in a reversed position, with your feet at the head of the bed and your head at the end?

5) Have you ever awakened with mysterious wounds, scars, bruises or soreness that seem to have no apparent cause?

6) Do you have strange dreams of medical examinations or of conversations with strange people or beings?

7) Do you feel that you have been chosen for some special purpose, although you can't say exactly what?

8) Do you feel drawn to certain places, even though you have never been there? Do some places that you can't recall ever having been to seem familiar to you?

9) Have you ever seen a UFO? Are you frightened by the subject, yet you feel compelled to read everything you can about it? Do pictures of aliens, such as the cover of Whitley Strieber's Communion seem strangely familar to you?

These things are among the many that are commonly reported by people who have purportedly been abducted by aliens. Could it be happening to you?

A WATERSHED UFO ABDUCTION IN WESTCHESTER COUNTY, N.Y. By Budd Hopkins

At approximately 5:30 p.m., "Jim M." said goodbye to "Marion," his wife, went into the garage and started his car, intending to drive to a nearby hospital to visit a sick friend. He backed the van out of the garage but then immediately pulled back in, feeling rather strange. In his mind was the thought that he had forgotten something, and that perhaps his wife would know what it was he'd forgotten.

 "Where have you been?" she asked, obviously worried. "Why are you so late?"

Confused and not feeling well, Jim could only reply, "I think I must have forgotten something." Marion gasped and said, "Have you been in an accident?

There's blood on you!" A few moments later, as she turned to dial 911, Jim fainted and dropped to the floor. When he regained consciousness he was in the emergency room of a hospital -- ironically, the same hospital he had planned to visit that evening to see his sick friend.

 He was aware that his clothes had been removed and that he was lying on a  gurney, attended by hospital personnel, a state trooper who had accompanied the ambulance, and his wife and his personal physician. In answer to their questions, he said that he had no idea what had happened to him. When he was told that it was nearly 11:00 p.m., he realized that almost five hours were missing from his recall.

 Jim M. is an extremely intelligent man in his late fifties. He has been married for more than 30 years. He holds one Ph.D. in engineering and another in marketing and has had a successful business career in the field of communications. Generally healthy, he has never been subject to fainting spells, blackouts or seizures of any kind. He does, however, have many fragmentary recollections of apparent UFO-abduction experiences, dating all the way back to his early childhood. 

It was explained to him in the hospital that there had been bloodstains on the front of his trousers and on his face, as if the blood there had come from his nostril. The stains on his trousers were apparently the result of extensive bleeding from the bladder, and there were no wounds anywhere on the surface of his skin. He told the doctors that he had no idea what had caused the bleeding and that he did not recall having been in any kind of accident. He was checked into the hospital for the night and made as comfortable as possible. The police later examined his van and ascertained that it had not been damaged in any way. Whatever happened to Jim was not the result of an automobile accident.

 His internist, "Dr. C.," has been his physician for more than 30 years, and they have become quite friendly. Several years earlier, Jim had related his suspicions about past UFO-abduction experiences to Dr. C., showing him a cluster of three large, reddish dots, arranged in a perfect equilateral triangle, on his upper arm. These marks had suddenly appeared roughly 10 years earlier, along with a second, nearly identical set on his lower leg.

It was, therefore, not surprising that Dr. C., a refreshingly open-minded physician, entertained the idea that Jim's current incident of missing time and internal bleeding might somehow be connected with the abduction phenomenon.

 The next morning, Dr. C. and another physician administered a cystoscopy to their patient in order to explore the source of the bleeding in his bladder.

This technique, in which a thin viewing tube is inserted into the patient's urethra, revealed that the bladder lining was abraded, as if it were the result, in one doctor's description, of "a botched [previous] cystoscopy."

The blood on Jim's face apparently came from a small wound deep in one his nostrils.

 Even more intriguing to the medical personnel who, by now, had become quite interested in Jim's mysterious medical problems, was the result of a second cystoscopy undertaken a week later. In an effort to check the condition of his damaged bladder lining, the doctors discovered that in just a few days the lining was 100 percent healed. "I've never seen anything like it," one of the physicians told me. "We're all scratching our heads."

 Curious to explore the issue further, the group of doctors came up with a plan. A certain combination of relaxing, experimental drugs, they felt, might allow Jim to recall what happened that night. He readily agreed to undergo this chemical regression, and with a number of witnesses present, the experiment took place. His recollections began at the moment his car suddenly stopped, somewhere along an unfamiliar tree-lined lane. He described the headlights turning off, and when he tried to call for help, he found that his radio and cell phone were dead. 

As he sat in his van, wondering where he was and becoming more fearful, he noticed a distant light slowly approaching. After a moment, in a flash of terror, he recognized it as a large, hovering UFO, its appearance familiar to him from earlier abduction memories. Trapped in his car, unable to move or defend himself in any way, he watched in dread as three small gray beings came up beside the driver's-side door. They gently removed him from his car and floated him into the craft. There he was stripped of his clothes and placed on a table, and though he was silently cursing his captives, he could do nothing to resist them. His fear deepened when he saw a tall, praying-mantis-like figure facing him, and was told, telepathically, that because he always resisted their procedures, they would now let him feel some pain. He cried out in helpless agony as waves of excruciating pain flooded his genitals.

Shocked by Jim's obvious pain and terror, the doctors who were conducting his chemical regression now considered sedating him further until the drugs wore off, but ultimately decided to continue what they hoped would eventually be a powerful and therapeutic emotional catharsis. Minutes later, Jim described how another of his captors, a small gray being, approached him and telepathically said that he would now end the pain. As it magically ebbed away, Jim felt profound gratitude for this familiar-seeming gray alien -- and unbounded hatred for the mantis-like creature who had so callously and deliberately injured him. Some time later Jim was returned to his car and informed that he "would soon be in a place where he would be taken care of." The next thing he recalled was driving into his garage and telling his wife that he had forgotten something.

 The physicians and other witnesses of this dramatic and disturbing hours-long regression were aware that Jim's recollections matched perfectly with the inexplicable internal injuries that they, themselves, had observed. The end result is a watershed event in the history of UFO-abduction research. Several of the doctors involved in Jim's case -- internists, psychiatrists, a neurologist, a dermatologist and other specialists -- have decided to form a research group to objectively study not only Jim's situation, but also those of a number of other people in their combined patient populations. Dr. C. informed Jim that each of these physicians are treating patients who, at various times, had also described UFO abduction experiences.

This extremely important program is, to my knowledge, the first systematic, professional medical investigation ever undertaken of UFO abductions and their physical sequelae. It is being conducted privately and confidentially.

The physicians have rented an office and a post-office box, installed a private telephone line and hired several part-time researchers. A control group of patients who do not describe themselves as abductees has been selected, and the research project is underway. 

Four years before this traumatic event in his life, Jim had contacted me to talk about his memories of childhood UFO-abduction experiences. It was obvious to me then that he was extremely frightened -- so frightened, in fact, that he did not want to explore these partial recollections through hypnotic regression. Now, after this recent encounter, he felt differently about the matter. He was eager to find out where, how and why he had driven to the tree-lined lane that night, since the earlier, chemical regression had not dealt with those issues. And so it was that four months after the experience, Jim came to my studio in New York for a hypnotic regression intended to trace his movements from the time he backed out of his garage to the moment his car stalled and all electrical power systems failed. We were both extremely curious to locate the actual scene of his abduction.

 After I induced a relaxed trance state, we proceeded slowly and methodically to follow the earliest events of that night. Jim recalled driving his usual route toward the hospital, but then he suddenly made a right turn down an unfamiliar side road. Then, as if his decisions were being externally controlled, he made another turn down another small, unfamiliar country lane. At each turn, I asked him to look around to see if there was a street sign. Jim reported the street names as he saw them and I carefully recorded

them in my notes. His descriptions were exact -- a row of mailboxes, an electrical transformer box, a sharp right turn on "X" street and so on.

Finally, he described driving down the narrow, tree-lined lane, and turning into a grassy field. Almost all these details were new, and they were amazingly precise. It was in this grassy field that his car engine died and the headlights went out. It was here, rather than on the road, where the UFO landed and the abduction took place.

 I ended the hypnotic regression with a series of post-hypnotic suggestions aimed at strengthening Jim's sense of courage and empowerment. I also asked him not to try to locate the abduction site until I could accompany him and have the trip videotaped. Naturally, neither of us could be certain that his recollections of street signs and locations were accurate.

Several weeks later, in July, I traveled to Jim's home with a video cameraman to retrace the route he had recalled under hypnosis. We transferred to Jim's car, and as he drove, the cameraman filmed our conversation from the back seat. We proceeded until we came to the place Jim recalled having made his first turn. The street sign was large and clear, matching the name he had remembered under hypnosis. The same was true of the second sign; his recollections, so far, were absolutely on target.

 When we came to the row of mailboxes and the transformer box at the entrance to the tree-lined lane, Jim became increasingly uneasy. I have often seen this reaction in abductees who come across evidence that seems to confirm the reality of their encounters. Most would prefer to believe that maybe -- just maybe -- their abductions never took place. Solid evidence that these traumatic events occurred exactly as they recalled is more often a source of anguish rather than reassurance.

 Worst of all for Jim that afternoon was the clear sight of tire tracks in the grass. He stopped his car and the three of us gazed at a perfectly clear set of tracks that led from the narrow lane out onto the field of tall grass, and then ominously stopped. (Interestingly, there was no second, more irregular set of tracks to show he had backed his car out of the field.

Perhaps, as has happened before, the aliens somehow floated the vehicle, with the injured driver inside, up and out of the grass and onto a road closer to his home. This is an issue Jim and I will explore in an upcoming hypnosis session.) 

So far, all aspects of the investigation have been recorded, either on audiotape or videotape. The panel of physicians conducting the medical investigation have contacted me for further information about the phenomenon, and were surprised to learn that I have dealt with five other abductees who apparently suffered the same bleeding from the bladder in connection with their encounters. One of these abductees is himself a distinguished physician and another a police officer of the highest credibility.

 Much more can be said about Jim's case and the investigations that are underway. In a later piece I will present an update, as well as informed speculation about the purpose of the alien procedures that have caused abductees these serious but temporary bladder injuries.

UPDATE - Thursday, July 31st, 2003 .

The following article was published in the “Globe and Mail” (US)

Saturday, December 20, 2003  

At 84, original 'abductee' still wants to believe

By BRAM EISENTHAL

PORTSMOUTH, N.H -- Betty Hill sits in her living room, an inquisitive, highly engaging woman of 84. Surrounded by the mementos and clutter of a lifetime that is waning as the cancer afflicting her progresses, she is serene, even as she reflects on her role in one of the strangest events of the 1960s, one that helped spawn a mass cult phenomenon. Her petite frame initially takes one by surprise. By reputation alone, you would think that she would be more physically imposing.

You could say Betty and Barney Hill's last meal -- at least, the last while they still led normal lives -- was eaten in Montreal, one of their favourite cities. The Portsmouth, N.H., couple were already fairly unusual: He was black and she was white, at the dawn of the racially explosive decade, when they were on their way back from a short vacation in Niagara Falls.

But at 11 p.m. on Sept. 19, 1961, the Hills were on Route 3, south of Lancaster, N.H., when the best-documented case in UFO history began: There was a puzzling object in the sky. Mr. Hill thought that it was a satellite or star initially, but its erratic movement brought a plane to mind. They were alone on a deserted road, approaching the enormous silhouetted shape of Cannon Mountain, when the object seemed to be heading straight for them.

After that night, anxiety plagued the Hills. Both experienced nightmares. Mr. Hill developed chronic ulcers. And neither could account for a disturbing sense that something otherworldly had happened, and why two full hours of their journey were unaccounted for. It was only two years later that the story emerged, under hypnosis monitored by respected Boston psychiatrist Benjamin Simon: The Hills had been stopped by a group of aliens on a side road, taken aboard their craft, experimented upon and released unharmed.

Though Mr. Hill died in 1969, Betty Hill has actively discussed the incident in the media and at conventions across North America ever since. "They were under five feet tall," Mrs. Hill says of the aliens. "They look more like us, like actual people, than weirdoes. The main difference is that their eyes are huge, and they have thin noses and thin lips. The leader spoke English, rather than using telepathy, as they are often portrayed."

Why, then, were the couple abducted? "They grabbed us to see if we were similar to them," Mrs. Hill says. "I can understand why they were interested in us physically. I don't hold that against them, to this day."

She adds that the aliens were particularly interested in the lanky Mr. Hill's bone structure, while they performed a painful procedure on her, similar to one that would not be done on Earth for another eight years -- an amniocentesis. They were also, she reported during the psychological sessions, interested in the structure and colour of her skin.

Mrs. Hill is certain that something extraordinary happened to her and her husband 42 years ago, a view Dr. Simon came to share after their sessions. His findings appeared in John G. Fuller's 1966 book The Interrupted Journey: Two Lost Hours Aboard A Flying Saucer.

Their experience was also the subject of a 1975 movie of the week, The UFO Incident, starring James Earl Jones and Estelle Parsons. "The movie was quite accurate and I thought the actors did a good job portraying us," Mrs. Hill says. "The producers had a big problem with their portrayals of the aliens, though. They really do look more like us."

Though it's easy to dismiss Betty and Barney Hill as crackpots or publicity hounds, sitting with the humble, keen-minded Mrs. Hill might persuade you otherwise.

Stanton Friedman, the New Jersey-born nuclear physicist and UFO lecturer who has been dubbed the Father of Roswell, knows Mrs. Hill well. "First, the outstanding professional background of Dr. Simon, who kept a very tight rein on John Fuller, certainly lent legitimacy. He was a world-class expert on the use of medical regressive hypnosis to help World War II veterans make their way through traumatic experiences. No one would call him a nut," says Dr. Friedman, who now calls Fredericton his home base.

Mrs. Hill came from an old New England family (the Dows, as in Dow Jones, dating back to the 17th century), was a college-educated supervisor in the New Hampshire Welfare Department, and was "respected and active in her community." Mr. Hill sat on the state governor's Civil Rights Commission.

"Dr. Simon's work unlocking the memory took care of Barney's ulcer problem when medication could not," Dr. Friedman says. "They did not seek publicity, but were forced into the public arena when a Boston Herald article came out, without their knowledge. Add to that the fact there were physical marks on Betty's dress, warts on Barney's groin, and the extraordinary emotionalism of their sessions with Dr. Simon. . . .

"This was definitely a pioneering case," he adds. "The publicity . . . helped other abductees to have the courage to seek help in understanding their own missing-time experiences."

The Hills were also administered lie-detector tests by lawyer F. Lee Bailey, which they passed with flying colours. Mrs. Hill points out that the object that confronted them that evening was also tracked by nearby Pease Air force Base. And then, says Dr. Friedman, there was the alien leader's star map that Mrs. Hill reproduced under posthypnotic suggestion, which portrayed Zeta Reticuli 1 and 2, years before they were charted by amateur astronomers and confirmed by the Hipparchos satellite.

Were Betty and Barney Hill the victims of some sort of hysteria, or were they indeed abducted for two hours by alien visitors from another solar system? Whatever the truth is, Mrs. Hill remains convinced that we are not alone and, what's more, "that our government leaders have known about these UFO contacts for decades."

Mrs. Hill's cancer was originally confined to her stomach about 15 years ago, and she has done well battling the affliction. By last month, however, it had spread to her lung. Still, she says, "I'm feeling pretty good."

Asked what her alien encounter taught her, Mrs. Hill's response is striking: "They've proven to me that God is universal."

 No matter what you believe, that's a giant leap of faith for mankind.