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out into a “three dimensional contour.” In addition to the ghost story sessions, Sara used to play what she called “seance games” with her childhood friends. Once at a slumber party, she asked her best friend, Annie, who was also the smallest, to lie down on the floor and said, ““We’re going to try to levitate you.” I don’t know where I knew about levitation either, and we went all in a circle. I think I was at her head, and I started saying something, and then it was like, now okay, and the girl went up, you know.” Each of the children who were present had ‘a sense that something weird had happened,” and afterwards no one spoke of the incident. “I remember that night very vividly,” Sara recalled. “Oh, God! That night the whole room was very strange . . . There was a lot of electricity in that room. I think after that it was not even conscious for the kids.” I asked her if they told anyone about it. “T don’t think they even thought of the idea of telling.” It seemed to Sara as if there were “a suggestion they don’t tell.” A couple of years ago, Sara says she asked the girl she had floated, “Did we lift you?” and the girl said yes and that everyone present was frightened by the experience. Later, during the regression, Sara connected this knowledge and capacity to the floating experiences into, inside, and out of spaceships. “I feel like I’m levitating around the ship,” she said, “like some- one’s giving me a demonstration on levitation. Like showing me, ‘Oh, you can levitate!’ And so they’re letting me levitate, they’re letting me play, basically. They’re basically letting me levitate all the way around the ship and up and down.” Although the ghost story telling stopped when Sara was about nine, she continued to feel a presence in the house at times.”,;When I was thirteen I used to feel stuff in the house all the time,” she recalled, “like things coming up the stairs . . . I didn’t really look too hard. I'd duck under the covers pretty quickly. But I used to say, really loudly, like in my head—I'd never say it out loud. Id say, ‘Tm not ready yet! Excuse me, but I’m thirteen and just wait.’ That happened a lot. A lot, a lot, a lot.” During our first meeting, Sara discussed the intense pain in her head and neck that she had mentioned in her initial In letter to me. Expanding upon her letter, she said that during physical therapy a couple of years previously, she “started seeing a lot of figures in my head, and sometimes they would seem to be talking to me.” She would shut her eyes and “‘see these little guys up here in this corner of my head, and they were kind of light, really yellow and light, kind of rounded . . . After I started seeing these guys the pain disappeared.” The figures looked yellow and round and sort of benevolent... The most overarching feeling I get is calm- ness. They’re so calm.” They had “very light’”” bodies with big heads. She recalls no prominent facial features of the beings, not even the eyes. Nevertheless, she felt (and feels) a lot of love from and to them. “It feels like home,” she said, “like the ideal feeling of uhm, like a warm family.” After initially connecting with these beings, which she calls “light beings,” Sara began to put her hand on the spot in the back of her head when the pain became uncomfortably intense and she’d “tune in” to the “light beings.” She calls this “listening,” and she found it to be helpful in reducing the pain. Sara also mentioned two experienc- es that occurred about six months before I saw her. During one of these, “some- thing” appeared to be looking at her from the bedroom door as she lay in bed, a presence which was confirmed by the man she was seeing at the time. “All I can describe is like an outline. It was skinny. It was skinny. That’s all I can remember.” During a separate incident, she experi- enced something in her bedroom next to the bed. This presence was also confirmed by the same man. Although it was emotionally diffcult at the time, she sat up and tried to reach out with love and 31