The general public perception of our "visitor" activity is one
of endless planetary benefits, accompanied by boundless good will directed
to everyone "they" choose to contact. The truth of the matter is
it aint always so.
The latter part of 1998 brought with it a rash of telephone calls from some
very disturbed people, who not only were claiming to be experiencing abductions
with all the related hassles, but even worse, the word suicide kept on coming
up in conversation. This they said, was the only way out, they had endured
enough torment. Unfortunately this was merely confirmation of something that
we researchers have long since harboured suspicions about. Over the past twenty
years we have met people who by their own admission were deeply immersed in
a phenomenon they had no understanding of, or further tolerance for. Strangely,
many of these people just dropped out of sight. We have long been aware that
moving locations as a form of escape is a common occurrence. But rumours surfaced
with disturbing frequency that suggested a darker explanation.
The first concrete evidence that emerged locally of this act of desperation
was in 1993 when a family car was driven into one of the principal support
pillars of the Alex Fraser bridge here in Delta. Harold Bauman, his wife Michelle
and three-month-old daughter were all instantly killed. The autopsy revealed
no sign of either alcohol or drugs in Mr. Baumans body. It was disclosed
at the inquest that his wife "Michelle began having nightmares and visualizations
of their baby being taken out of the bedroom by a supernatural force or some
type of evil spirit". Their daughter was having seizures, her cradle
rocked by itself. They burnt it in an effort to exorcise the spirit. It would
seem to no avail for the Vernon, British Columbia, family. The Surrey Now
newspaper that carried this story was very explicit in its headline, "Suicide-Homicide,
Satanic siege cited in deaths". News announcements dont come much
blunter than that!
Another case that we had a connection with began in 1996 when a young man
from the north shore contacted us, expressing a desire to talk about events
that were on going in his life and causing him much turmoil and stress. A
two-hour meeting revealed that what he was experiencing merely paralleled
stories that we were all too familiar with. Before parting this troubled gentleman
handed over a 32-page copy of a journal entitled, "My Experiences".
This document we still possess. He also announced his intention to change
his location to Toronto. This came as no surprise; for one thing these tormented
people have in common is a desire to escape, futile though that may be. Learning
that he had no connections in that far off city we provided some names of
people who we felt might offer a helping and comforting hand. Over the following
two years we received brief messages that seemed to indicate that life had
hit a cheerier note. But possibly that was wishful thinking on our part.
In the early fall of 1998 we received an e-mail from a contact in Toronto
saying all too briefly, "B. has disappeared and we fear the worst"!
Our reply was equally brief and to the point." please keep us posted
on any further news". About three weeks later another e-mail arrived
announcing that "Bs remains were found at Elliott Lake and a memorial
service will be held this weekend". At the time of writing this article
we have had no additional information as to the circumstances of our young
friends death. Any conclusions that may be drawn from this are therefore the
readers prerogative.
In early December 1998, a call came through on the hot line asking that a
lady living in British Columbia be contacted. This connection was made; disclosing
a seemingly paranoid and incoherent woman who like a ship in a storm tossed
sea was desperately seeking assistance. According to the story related in
1992, this Vancouver resident had fractured her leg and found the healing
process lengthy and frustrating. In desperation she raised her arms to the
heavens and asked to be healed. She allegedly saw a white light enter her
leg and from that point on her life quickly went downhill. This mature woman
states that some powerful force controls her life and dictates her bodies
every move. Telepathic messages provide orders over which she seemingly has
little or no control. Friends, relatives and colleagues shun her. Sleep is
something she refuses to seek until daylight arrives. Searching for relief
from this apparently demonic possession she has sought out numerous ministers
to help exorcise her troubled body. Some have simply ignored her; one would
only approach within fifteen feet and shortly thereafter left. The most successful
one heard a voice emanate from this lady stating in no uncertain terms, "Im
not ready to leave yet"! Just in case the reader thinks that this case
is off on to an entirely different track, we hasten to add that questioning
elicited a lifetime of UFO type memories.
Dedicated researchers such as John Keel, Gordon Creighton (editor of Britains,
Flying Saucer Review) and ex Spanish Jesuit priest, Salvador Frexeido, have
all long since claimed that UFOlogy has a dangerous companion and that the
worlds historical religious records confirm this fact.
However to return to the lonely and frantic lady, the conclusion of a lengthy
and frustrating conversation was a very frightening and emphatic statement
to the effect, "if I had access to a gun, I would have shot myself a
long time ago. How I live one more day in this manner I do not know. It is
something I would not wish upon my very worst enemy".
In November 1998 we were asked to visit a mature lady living in a community
east of Vancouver. Two of us met with this person in her home and quickly
learnt that although born and raised in a central European country the account
we heard bore a striking resemblance in content to the multitude of North
American experiencers that we were all too familiar with. She also revealed
that apart from her personal lifes memories, at least those she could
remember, for she also sensed that much remained hidden from her, other unexplainable
events were occurring. Naturally, we enquired as to what? Well, certain pictures
would repeatedly fall off the wall in one particular location. A family photograph
would fly across the room. Loud bangs would be heard on the outside door or
wall. When in bed at night footsteps could be heard walking back and forth
outside the bed room door. "People" could also be heard muttering
in the passageway. Personal objects- left in a certain place would disappear,
and not re appear for several days. Photographs taken within the apartment
of various pictures all came out very well except one framed portrait of a
panther that displayed a "flash"? reflection in the bottom right
hand corner. This did not appear in any of the other numerous pictures.
Two hours after our arrival we left. Questions had been asked and suggestions
made with cautionary notes added. Two weeks or so later we had yet another
call from the lady who had initially acted as intermediary. The news she provided
was alarming. We were informed that our poltergeist plagued victim had been
asleep for two days and her companion was unable to wake her up! Our telephone
conversation centered on the solutions of outside intervention, (i.e.) dialing
911. A later phone conversation revealed that happily the lady in question
had regained consciousness. A week later yet another urgent phone call from
our intermediary disclosed further unpleasant news. The companion of the lady
we had visited awoke to find blood all over the apartment, we were told she
had "cut her hand with a knife". Taken to hospital for attention
she was kept there. That is something that seldom happens in British Columbia
today.
None of the previously described events in this final example can lead an
observer to any other conclusion than here again we have yet another suicide
attempt. We would be very happy to be proved wrong. In conclusion we can only
speculate on how many others around the world have taken such drastic steps.
Or alternatively, turned to drugs or alcohol for escape.
In a previous article a plea was issued to the medical profession asking
that when they encounter these cries for help they respond in a humane manner
and provide whatever meaningful resources they have access to. Shelve the
medical labeling, restrain the scorn and the rolling of the eyeballs skywards.
Its a dangerous path to take, how do they know that it may not happen
to them next and who will they turn to?