From our new writer at Alieneight: Ben Worthen
I remember when I was younger (9-10 years old) just starting to form my opinions of things like Alien existence. Oddly drawn to all things which were unknown and unproven, yet, fearful, as though I knew it was real.
Watching shows like “Unsolved Mysteries”, and then later the “X-files”, and as I moved into adulthood, seeing documentaries of Roswell, reading books which included the Christopher Columbus Unidentified Submerged Object account during his voyage to the Americas. These experiences ignited within me a desire to know the truth.
As life followed, I found it increasingly difficult to spend time reading about aliens, and connecting the dots so to speak. I fell into crowds where believing in aliens might well alienate me from my “friends”. I became heavily involved in discussions which felt taboo, but only every once in a long while. The fanaticism with which Alien believers portrayed their beliefs was off-putting to me. My religious upbringing kept me from going too far away from the accepted beliefs of my church. I still had a desire to find out the truth, but my belief was trending towards that of a non-believer. After all, the only fascinating stories of alien encounters were unsubstantiated frenzied stories from uneducated hillbillies in back country areas of poor regions around the world. The descriptions of “aliens” were so varied and different that it was hard to take them seriously. Yes there were nagging bits of information that left the imagination to run wild, but nothing was concrete enough to prove anything.
The brain is a powerful thing. It can perhaps dream up ideas of what we want to see, and “make” us see those things. We could be fooled perhaps by our views of what was interesting, or of what we fear. Did I just see a ghost? Did I just feel something behind me in this dark house? Was that light in the sky that just disappeared, a UFO? Why can’t I remember what happened on that long stretch of highway? Does all the military secrecy mean that there are UFO’s at Area 51? What about the stories I hear?
I dismissed the idea as something too farfetched to be reality.
And then it happened. Over the course of four months time, I had what I believe to be, at minimum 12 separate alien encounters between myself and several other friends. I had seen what all those uneducated, back woods “liars” had seen. The “fire in the sky”, the “Greys”, the “reptilians”, and I KNEW that what I was seeing was not fake. It was not staged. It was NOT a figment of my imagination. I was not the only person involved. I was from an upper middle class neighborhood in Southern California, I didn’t even know any rednecks, and I couldn’t possibly be convinced that what had happened to me was not real.
I was no longer a skeptic. In fact, the only thing to this day that I am skeptical about is whether or not to share my experiences. Would people believe me? Would I continue to believe myself when faced with retelling of these events? Would I be able to maintain my position in my career, my life, and also tell people with the conviction that I have, that Aliens exist? Would I alienate myself from the other parts of my life and lifestyle?
With regards to Aliens, the fear I have is more of respect than anything. I cannot say I am not scared of the things I have seen or experienced, but I don’t feel helpless. I have seen enough to never question it, but only enough to pique my interest. I have experienced enough to scare me, but only enough to make me want to find out more.
I don’t have an abduction story. I have never been probed. I have never been violated by an alien life form on a ship somewhere. I don’t think I have at least, but somewhere inside me, I know that there is hidden within my defense mechanisms and the deep crevasses of my mind and memory, more than what I now know. Somewhere inside me, part of my stories that I do decide to tell, aren’t complete. Like I can’t remember, or it’s too tough to talk about.
I have experienced time loss (dramatically so, provable by timestamps, travel records, gas receipts, and mileage readings), I have seen things I cannot explain like shape shifting, and I have come face to face with multiple types of aliens. Or at least that’s what I believe.
I want to share these experiences with you so you can take from it, what truth you want to believe, and leave behind those things you may feel are too fantastical to believe…