By Gary Vey
The Good Aliens
Quite often abductees will describe themselves as being "fortunate" to be associated with the aliens. They might prefer to be called "contactees" and describe a kind of affection for a particular being -- the "handler" -- who supervises their capture, procedures and release. This paradox has puzzled abduction researchers for some time, but an explanation now seems plausable.
Abductions typically begin in childhood. Many young victims recall seeing strange creatures and do not know how to interpret or react to them. When they relate these encounters to adults they are usually dismissed as dreams or imagination. The child, sensing that adults are not overly concerned, often initially treat the encounters with aliens as a form of play.
Many children who are abducted report having episodes of spontaneous nose bleeds; others report ear infections or dried blood in their ears. In regression therapy these are related to procedures in which devices have been implanted with long needle-like instruments. It is this type of procedure that begins to terrify the child.
For years adbuction investigators believed that implants were used to keep track of the abductee -- a kind of "Lo-Jack" or GPS device -- but it now appears that they do much more.
The Pleasure Principle
As early as the 1950s, neurological experiments using electrodes to stimulate the human brain were discovering centers for pleasure and pain as well as the ability to stimulate and "replay" stored memories which the subject then perceived as vivid dreams. In his work with humans (and later with dolphins), John C. Lilly realized that stimulating the pleasure center was even more efficient at changing feelings, thoughts and behavior than the Pavlov system of stimulus-response.
In 1953, Lilly was asked to brief the CIA and NSA on his methods to stimulate these pleasure centers in humans. But he refused:
"...anybody with the proper apparatus can carry this out
on a person covertly, with no external signs that electrodes have been used on that person. I feel that if this technique got into the hands of a secret agency, they would have total control over a human being and be able to change his beliefs extremely quickly, leaving little evidence of what they had done." --Lilly, THE SCIENTIST, p91.
Another pioneer in the field of brain implants was Jose Delgato who, in the late 1950s, invented a device called the "stimoceiver". This was a miniature deeply implanted electrode which could receive and transmit FM radio waves. By stimulating a correctly-positioned stimoceiver, an outside operator could exercise a surprising degree of control over the subject's responses.
The most famous example of the stimoceiver in action occurred in a Madrid bull ring. Delgado "wired" the bull before stepping into the ring, entirely unprotected. Furious for gore, the bull charged toward the doctor -- then stopped, just before reaching him. The technician-toreador had halted the animal by simply pushing a button on a black box, held in the hand.
With regards to human experiments, Delgato writes:
"Radio stimulation of different points in the amygdala and hippocampus in the four patients produced a variety of effects, including pleasant sensations, elation, deep, thoughtful concentration, odd feelings, super relaxation, colored visions, and other responses." -- Intracerebral Radio Stimulation and Recording in Completely Free Patients,
Since the human brain is so easily controlled by electrical stiulation, it is not surprising that an abductee would receive an implant early in their lifelong career, participating with the aliens.
The best methods for accessing and stimulating the pleasure centers -- the hippocampus and amygdala -- is either through the eye socket or nasal sinus.
An instrument is carefully inserted along the side of the eyeball, punctures the cranium and deposits the implant in the brain tissue. There is no outward sign -- no obvious scarring or bleeding. Another method is to access the cranium through the nasal passages. This was the preferred site for frontal lobe lobotomies -- a common procedure in mental insitutions in the 50s -- in which an instrument that resembles and ice pick was inserted to do the dissection.
Correctly placed, an electrode could render its victim immobile, shut-off the emotional component associated with the memory of the abduction event and "reward" the interaction with the alien handler by stimulating the pleasure center. The human victim then becomes the perfectly docile subject who will cooperate, be made to forget what happened, and be inclined to think favorably about their abductor -- especially the handler who stimulates their pleasure center.
Implants have sometimes been found in a victim's inner ear. In this case the method of entry can cause spontaneous bleeding, ear infections and prolonged tinnitus (ringing in the ears). It is thought that abductees can not only receive "voices" by this method but can also transmit what they are hearing. But again, this is rare.
Red Herrings Under the Skin?
Sometimes an abductee will discover a small, pea size lump under their skin. The lumps are often found on the extremities and are sometimes associated with a smaller scoop of skin which resembles a large pore. The scoop is unusual because it is essentially a hole where tissue has been removed, yet it shows no signs of scarring or trauma. These two anomalies are often discovered together and the abductee will be puzzled, unable to recall how they got there.
While the scoop may be an actual tissue sample, the lump was for a long time thought to be an implant. But when these tissues are removed they appear to be organic with no mechanical or electrical properties.
It has been proposed that the attention focused on these inert lumps may serve to distract attention from the more vital intra-cranial implants. The lumps are, in effect, a red herring. It is also quite possible that the fibrous tissue is the result of some type of procedure associated with the scoop. More research needs to be done on this.
Tha case of Matthew Lanier|
When I was in my thirties I was adventurous and on a couple of summer vacations, I rode a motorcycle and camped across Canada, from Montreal to visit with some friends in Vancouver, British Columbia. On my first trip out, I stopped at gas stations along the Trans-Canadian Highway at 100 mile intervals, because that's about what my gas tank could hold. On the way back, I not only stopped at the same gas stations but also at the same campgrounds. Each leg of the trip took me six days.
On my second trip, in 1984, I again visited my friends in Vancouver, staying at the same places and stopping at the same gasoline stations. I had a small logbook that I used to help me remember which exits had the best food and notes from my previous journey. I enjoyed remembering each location, comparing my old notes, and it made the trip that much more enjoyable. After spending a couple of weeks in Vancouver, I was again Montreal bound on the Trans-Canadian Highway and I stopped at one of my camping spots— a lonely and free campground just outside of Lethbridge in Alberta.
The campsite was in a large flatland with no trees and just some tall grasslands and the highway. At night there were hardly any cars and so it was quiet and peaceful. I set up my pup-tent beside my motorcycle and settled down for a good rest and quickly went to sleep. After a couple of hours of sleep I was suddenly wide awake and my heart was pounding. At first I was confused and didn't understand why I was awake and so alert. While I was sitting up in the tent I could hear a low-pitched humming noise outside and I imagined that it was a diesel truck that had pulled over to rest. I convinced myself that the truck had probably made some noise when it stopped had made me wake up.
As I began to relax and lay down again, I heard the humming noise get louder and high pitched. It didn't sound like a truck anymore. I remember thinking that, if it was a diesel truck, it was going to explode or something and so I fumbled with my tent zipper to take a look. Just then a very bright flash of light, like from a camera flash, illuminated the tent from outside, in the direction of the noise. Abruptly, the sound was gone. It was dead silent.
I crawled outside but saw no truck. I could see the highway for a couple of miles in each direction but there was no truck. There was nothing else in the campground either. I was confused but managed to go back to sleep and was on my way again the next morning.
One of my favorite spots to camp was down an old dirt path just outside Kenora, near the lake district in Canada. As it began to get dark, I saw a landmark and knew I was right on schedule. I found the path and quietly set up my campsite just off the highway. This area was heavily wooded and I was surrounded by trees and bush. No one could see me so I was safe. I had stayed in this same place three times already.
That night I had the strangest nightmare and awoke in a panic state. The dream was so real and had ended in such an upsetting way that I was trying to understand it. In my dream, as best I could remember, I was in a gray room, with no windows and nothing in it, that was made of metal, with little holes perforating the floor, like a spaghetti strainer. I remember being so scared that it was unable to move or even think clearly. I was naked and I noticed that one of the walls was curved and the room was shaped like a wedge of pie. I felt something warm on my legs and looked down to see that I was urinating on myself. That's when I noticed the holes in the floor, like it was designed for something like that. My next memories are of me being in a smaller round room. I was held down on the floor while someone who I thought was my mother, or someone like my mother, was telling me I was going to be okay. I felt a burning in my left arm and then I felt like I was going to fall back to sleep— only it was then that I woke up in the panic.
It wasn't until that afternoon when I stopped at the gas station and entered the distance and gasoline consumption in my log book that I noticed that I had missed a day. It was confusing, and still is. I had accounted for every day and my distance until that night near Kenora. By all calculations I had somehow been in Kenora for an extra day, yet I know that I wasn't. All the way home I kept trying to figure out how I had lost track of an entire day.
A week or two later, back in Montreal, I noticed a couple of lumps on my left leg, just above my ankle and facing front. The top lump seemed to have something hard inside it, about the size of a "BB" pellet but it seemed to be kind of crescent shaped. I played with it but couldn't figure out what it was. I could feel it move just under my skin. I've still got it. At times I have tried to lance it, thinking it was a boil or something. The pin hits something very hard and the skin seldom even bleeds. It doesn't ever bother me -- it's just weird to have this in my leg all of a sudden, and so close in time to the other odd stuff.
About an inch below that lump I had another lump that was soft and has since healed as a small depression, like the flesh was scooped out, but there is no scar. I don't remember ever injuring my leg. Neither lump has ever bled or formed a scab like they were injured.
Whenever I think back to that nightmare I had, and the way I was so afraid and helpless, like now when I am writing about it, my heart starts pounding and I get the feeling like something bad is going to happen. It eventually goes away but I guess that's just one reason I have never liked to talk about it.
I don't understand any of it and I wonder if there are other people who have ever had anything similar happen to them. I don't know what to think about it anymore.
Preventing Abductions: A Technological Solution
According to abduction researchers, many abductions seem to follow families, from one generation to the next, with special emphasis on the females. Typically, if a female child is experiencing an abduction it is likely that her mother (and even grandmother) has also been abducted.
With the realization that innocent children are being abducted -- and having surgical procedures performed -- there has been an urgent need for some type of solution. [Right: drawing by abducted child, Ariel, age 5] While the government turns a blind eye to the whole alien phenomenon, some researchers have devised a solution that seems effective in preventing the alien's communication with the cerebral implants.
Michael Menkin is a technical writer with over 30 years experience. He has enough credentials to impress anyone. His understanding of the electromagnetic properties of cerebral implants, plus his empathy for the terror and trauma that abductions cause to children, led him to explore ways of blocking the transmissions that activated the implants, thereby rendering the alien's control over their victims inoperative. He did this by designing a shield -- some call it a hat -- made from a material called velostat.
Velostat is a packaging material impregnated with carbon black to make it conductive. It is used for the protection of items or devices that are prone to damage from electrostatic discharge. It was developed by Custom Materials, now part of 3M, and successfully blocks radio frequency energy. When several layers are built in to a kind of cap, or helmet, it protects the child or adult from the initial contact with the implant -- usually a signal to make the victim unable to move and easily transported to a vehicle.
Yes, it does sound like a fancy "tin foil hat" and skeptics are quick to ridicule the apparatus, but it does appear to work. In fact it is the only effective means to prevent abductions. The following are some real stories to illustrate this point.
Thought Screen Protection - Continued