Nexus - 0224 - New Times Magazine-pages

Page Content (OCR)

During the trip home, the two things we both managed to agree THE MISSING LINKS on were: (1) We could distinctly smell vomit; (2) We were both suffering unexplained stomach pain. The pain I felt radiated from my lower abdomen through to my upper shoulders, not unlike severe muscle fatigue after a day of strenu- ous weightlifting. When we arrived home, the first thing we did was consult the kitchen clock, as neither Andrew nor myself was accustomed to wearing a watch. It was 2.30 am. "See, Kelly, I told you we didn't lose any time. It only took us an hour and a half.” Beginning on Ist October 1993, the day I initially recalled the encounter, I also began to recall a series of events which had a profound effect on the way I was to view thereafter the unknown aspects of the world around me. What I was to remember would defy all rational explanation, effecting the onset of a new era in my overall perception of life. The first memories of that night were only as I described in the previous chapter. I just could not seem to remember beyond the light. Then, over the period of the next few hours, I began to get flashbacks of definite conscious acts. "What do you mean it only took us an hour and a half? Did you The retrieval of these memories came in short spurts, each one check the time before we left?" succeeded by a complete blank. It was not unlike walking through "No, but I know we didn't take any longer than an hour and a __a door only to find another one on the other side, then walking half so we must have left at one." through the second door only to find a third, and so on... Even "You are so pig-headed sometimes! How do you know that after reaching a point where nothing more was forthcoming,-f am when you didn't even look at the clock? I'm absolutely sure we still faced with the dilemma of an extensive amount of missing left a lot earlier than one.” - time. "Look, Kelly, I was driving, and I Some of the recovered material thon an hour and'a fait, Trwe get | Wehadaclear, uninterrupted free tna most of iis of: home at five-thirty I would still say we view of a craft of enormous highly sensitive nature. There are left at four because I was the one dri- af? certain incidents I shall relate to ving.” proportions... you which are personally humili- To continue this debate was sense- | It was situated at ground level in ating, and if there were any way I less. I could never win. The idea that the field at the bottom of a low- could find an excuse not to write there could have been more to our jour- them I would do so. But the ney pan sist driving was an absurdity level gully. The road ran in a semi- hari purpose of this pook is to that he had no intention of contemplat- circular fashion around the area... make people aware that some- ing. In any case, | had no proof either, thing is really going on and to except an instantaneous change in "Stop the car, Andrew. hopefully inspire further research. metabolism I could not explain. . tt A half truth is about as much use But proof wasn't long in coming. Quick, pull over. as a direct lie. It is only through Before retiring for the night I went to the bathroom where I was concerned to discover a red triangular mark beneath — my navel, with the appearance of an even bum or as if the first produce any significant answers. wholehearted truth that ongoing research into this very real phe- nomenon is going to be able to few layers of skin had been removed. This was to become of With the renewal of my memory, I began to suffer a form of some importance to me later, but as it held no significance at the severe trauma, convinced I was going insane. It was not until after _ time | did not dwell upon it excessively. I received news of other witnesses who had been able to collabo- What I did find that was more recognisable to me, therefore of __ rate events, that I was finally able to relieve myself of this fear. I far greater importance, was a small cut on my bikini-line similar to _ was not going crazy after all—that is, not unless three other people a laparoscopy mark but finer, and with the appearance of being a © whom I had never met were going crazy along with me. few days old or partially healed. I knew what it was, as I had been I am probably the luckiest person alive in this respect. Most beset with gynaecological problems since the age of sixteen and _ people in my situation are forced to face their experience alone, was more than familiar with the incision mark left after explorato- _ forever suffering in silence. onerar Reraiico Tam nat in thie alane T have faund the eanrace ta write Beginning on Ist October 1993, the day I initially recalled the encounter, I also began to recall a series of events which had a profound effect on the way I was to view thereafter the unknown aspects of the world around me. What I was to remember would defy all rational explanation, effecting the onset of a new era in my overall perception of life. The first memories of that night were only as I described in the previous chapter. I just could not seem to remember beyond the light. Then, over the period of the next few hours, I began to get flashbacks of definite conscious acts. rs nomenon 1s going to be adie to produce any significant answers. With the renewal of my memory, I began to suffer a form of severe trauma, convinced I was going insane. It was not until after I received news of other witnesses who had been able to collabo- rate events, that I was finally able to relieve myself of this fear. I was not going crazy after all—that is, not unless three other people whom I had never met were going crazy along with me. I am probably the luckiest person alive in this respect. Most people in my situation are forced to face their experience alone, forever suffering in silence. Because I am not in this alone, I have found the courage to write about it. There will always be an undeniable body of verbal and physical evidence to support its actual occurrence. Ty surgery. Although not due for my menstruation, I was bleeding. This unexplained issue of blood continued for three and a half weeks until I became extremely ill and was hospitalised with an infection in the womb. An infection in the womb is not an everyday female disorder. The usual case is a pregnancy which has self-terminated and then festered in the womb, or an infection caused by non-sterile surgi- cal procedure. The pregnancy test taken proved to be negative, as I knew it would. And as I had not had any recent surgery, the medical practitioner assigned to me gave assurance that I must have been pregnant despite the results of the blood samples and despite my constant protestations that this was not the case. These are the entire events of 8th August as both my husband and I perceived them to be. The ten minutes of missing time that | also recalled (without the aid of hypnotherapy) are told in the ensuing pages. We continued driving toward the light, only to realise as we turned a bend in the road that the object was actually to the right of us. We had a clear, uninterrupted view of a craft of enormous proportions. It was far larger than the craft we had seen only min- utes before, almost as if the first had been merely a scout. It was situated at ground level in the field at the bottom of a low-level gully. The road ran in a semi-circular fashion around the area, making it possible to observe the craft at close range for an esti- mated one kilometre stretch. "Stop the car, Andrew. Quick, pull over." "Do you think so?" 62 © NEXUS THE MISSING LINKS BEYOND THE LIGHT FEBRUARY - MARCH 1995