Encounters With the Unknown

compiled by Brent Raynes

Exclusive personal narratives of men and women from all walks of life detailing their first-hand experiences with unexplained phenomena (i.e., extrasensory perception, UFO encounters, contacts, ghosts, hauntings, Bigfoot sightings, angels, demons, etc.). These detailed accounts are taken from our own case files and correspondences, as well as those collected by the UFO Contact Center International.

Note: Unless express permission is given to do so, identities of those sharing these personal experiences is not provided in order to protect their privacy.

Aliens?

Reported by Lee Walsh

On March 11, 1975, I left Fabens, Texas, for the small town of Maybrook, New York. I was directed to make this short-term move, being told that I must go in order to “establish a UFO connection.” Frankly, at the time, all my instincts were telling me otherwise; I packed and unpacked several times, even becoming physically ill at the thought of the trip. But, finally I arrived in New York.

My concern grew as several weeks passed by and I noted that there was no interest whatsoever in the subject of UFO, nor had any been reported. Needless to say, I felt I was victim of an expensive hoax.

It came as a surprise then that an interesting story was reported to the news media. Several police officers, in the nearby town of Walden, had reported a “strange man” they had encountered while stopped for a traffic light. They stated that this man was crossing the street on the red light and when he passed by their patrol car all power stopped for a moment, and the officers reported they “could feel the hair of their body stand on end”! The traffic light went out, their patrol car stalled and their radio went dead. As if this wasn’t unnerving enough, they also reported that the man seemed to “vanish right before their eyes.” A waitress, in a nearby delicatessen, reported some odd behavior by this man, noting in particular his odd eyes.

Hearing about all of this, I called one of the officers. He did not want to talk about it; he was upset and frightened, and was obviously distraught that he had gone to the local newspaper office with the story. But that was following instinct and a first reaction to a very upsetting experience at the time. The waitress also refused to talk to me and asked me to leave; she did not want to discuss either the man or the subject of UFOs. She also left her job at the delicatessen.

I decided to try and interview the other officer, and I went to his home one evening. His wife, surrounded by several of their children, answered the door. She was very cordial and sympathetic, but I was not invited in. However, she did confirm the story as it had been related, and the fact that they (the officers) had felt they had done the wrong thing by reporting the incident.

I went to the newspaper office of the Citizen Herald and asked if I might have some UFO material published each week while I was in New York. Yes was the answer, and I was also invited as guest several times on the local cable TV program.

I needed to find the man who was reported. Several weeks later, I met him. I know it was not by chance. Indeed, he was not at all like others I had known. His appearance seemed to change at times; at other times seeming more ‘earthly’ or ‘normal’, by our standards at least. I did not learn much about him. At least I do not think I did, unless it was on a subconscious level. He gave me a note, written in odd symbols, the only English written at the top stating that it would be translated in its given time.

There were a great many UFO sightings in that area during the next few months. Residents were having experiences they had never before thought were possible, and there was much conversation dealing with spacecraft, space travel, and life on other planets.

I was ‘directed’ to go to New York by a friend who had a yoga center in L.A. (She has since disappeared completely). The policemen warned me to stay away from this man, feeling he was dangerous. Several months later the man, or someone I believed to be him, came to Fabens, Texas. The man (or his clone?) was in Fabens for two years. My daughters and I met him at the airport when he came from New York, and he stayed with us for several months. I do not believe that this man who came here was the same man I knew in New York. Although they did look alike there were some distinct differences that wouldn’t be noticed unless someone was close to him and could tell the difference in many habits. Eventually he just “disappeared.” There were rumors and more rumors about him. One odd thing was that a particular friend in New York, with a close association to him (the three of us were together constantly in New York, and he called her Venus) swore she was him in New York when I knew he was still in Fabens.

Whatever it is, there are two other ‘people’ who have left me with an emotional connection that I’ve never experienced with anyone else, and I know hundreds of people. All three freely express their disgust for ‘stupid humans.’ One, who lives here in Texas, claims to be ‘alien.’ He claims to be from a legion of mercury men, with powers to heal, change stones, move metal, project mental powers, etc. I do have proof that this man was once here in the astral, and we had some noteworthy success in a test for “telepathy.”

Then there is a Canadian correspondent who sought me out on the advice of “someone”, back in 1976, and I have never been able to find out who. There is a strange physical connection between him and myself. One or two days before I receive a letter from him, I become violently ill. It starts with something much more extreme than a headache. I can’t see and can’t have anything touching my head. Then I become violently sick to my stomach. I just can’t function at all and think I might die at the time. It isn’t funny , but it has become a joke now. Several friends who know about this always mention it now. Especially the clerk at the post office notices that when that happens to me, I received a letter ‘from Canada’ and it always happens. I mentioned it to him; it doesn’t seem to be anything he is doing, or he doesn’t realize it. He assumes it is one of ‘them’ or ‘they’, and I certainly hate that phrase.

My friend in Canada has an implant (I have a photo of the surgery). It is a monitoring device. He is controlled also. They are draining exceptional knowledge that he has. He knows and, by the way, he doesn’t mind.

I have been divorced and on my own (bringing up my three daughters) since 1968. I have met a lot of men and there has never been any feeling for them except for a friendship, nor they for me. In all these years, knowing all these men, three have asked me to marry them. My three mystery men. The Canadian I have never met in person. He insists I will marry him, sometime, for ‘they’ say so. Furthermore I will move up there and carry on his work with him (ho, ho). The Texan hinted at marriage many times, but never asked me outright. Robinson and I probably would have married if I had stayed in New York. It was that close. He was supposed to join me in Fabens and we had talked about marrying then also, but I know it was not Robinson. He tried his best to behave but he had a mean streak in him that the other never had. Jody couldn’t stand him. The twins were very taken up with him, but they now realize it wasn’t because they wanted it that way. It wasn’t until he left that I found out the very unusual things that happened to them; a lot of it had to do with ‘time,’ and I hate that word as much as I do ‘they.’ I never let the girls out of my sight - go off with anyone for any length of time. They used to walk to the post office for mail, go grocery shopping, down to drugstore, etc. But had to be home within a certain time limit. They were about 10-11 years old at the time. Anyway the Robinson in Fabens had a habit of taking them down to the drugstore (a few blocks away) for ice cream sodas; twins that is, Jody would never go. Well, they went and came, and we didn’t really pay much attention. At the time, my German girlfriend (who knew Robinson and didn’t like him) was working part-time in the drugstore. She came one night and asked me why I let the girls stay so long with Robinson downtown. They even went over to the Catholic church and played the organ ( this is the one thing that Robinson did several times in Fabens that the Robinson did in Maybrook...only difference is that the R in Maybrook would promptly go at 2 every afternoon and play this odd melody on the church organ. I mean promptly. He didn’t have a watch, but whether in the middle o a conversation or not, he would get up and go to the church). I always believed it was some sort of communication, for I am a strong believer in the harmonics of the ancients and that way to communicate messages. In any case, I wasn’t aware of a time difference. It seemed to me they were gone a short while.

One day after Robinson left, the twins started telling me (remembering) about the walks R used to take them on (this is Fabens). L-o-n-g walks, way out into the desert. I said they were crazy, there would not have been time. They said they moved very swiftly...seemed to glide or something. They really couldn’t explain it. Frankly, so many odd (worse than odd) things had happened in those two years that I just shrugged it off. One Sunday my friend who works at the post office suggested we take a ride out the back roads around Fabens. We had been in the car for about half an hour I guess when the twins said “Oh, up around the next corner is where we walked with R. There is a little old building with a stream next to it and a few trees. We rested and it was cool. Only we came this way,” and they pointed to the desert at the left, indicating they had cut through the desert. Around the corner, on the left, was what used to be some sort of small adobe building. It was crumbling away. Next to it was a small irrigation ditch with water and there were trees around. My friend and I were dumbfounded to say the least. Twins were very smug, and it would have been impossible for them to walk that distance in the hot summer sun, through the desert...but they did. They then started to remember that all the time they were walking, he was telling them things...they have never remembered what he said, except he wanted them to talk me into marrying him. However, that isn’t what they were interested in remembering. By the way, they have tried to undergo hypnosis several times (as I have) to no avail, however.

One experience with Robinson in New York was rather surprising, but funny in a way also. Along with spending much time with my friend Donna Reynolds (Venus) , we also spent time with a friend of mine named Kathy. She had a huge front yard (we’re back in Maybrook now) and we all used to sit under the big, old trees; it was only a block from the Catholic church where R used to go to play the organ at two. Well, one day her washing machine broke down and R said he would fix it. We said sure, sure, so Kathy, R and I went into the house and he said Kathy and I would have to hold it up and he could get underneath and do what needed to be done. We thought that was quite funny for two reasons; Kathy had a repair man look at it and he told her she needed a new one, and Kathy and I really had visions of holding up a washing machine! In any case, he said to do it, it would be easy. It was...felt like it didn’t weigh over 25 pounds! He fixed it, in about a minute. Just stood there and grinned when we asked “How did you do that?” He said he didn’t we did! Never was an explanation for anything. I have a tape with R on it also. One night he and some friends of mine were sitting around the table, and we just started asking him some questions. How can you do what you do? I couldn’t always do it. How come you go there every day at 2 o’clock? I get the urge. (Maddening! Maddening!) Where did you get the strange song you play on the organ? I made it up. Never was an explanation for anything.

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