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 ain’t 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. Bauman’s 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 don’t 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 "B’s 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 reader’s 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, "I’m
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 Britain’s, Flying Saucer
Review) and ex Spanish Jesuit priest, Salvador Frexeido,
have all long since claimed that UFOlogy has a dangerous
companion and that the world’s 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 life’s 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. It’s a dangerous path to
take, how do they know that it may not happen to them next
and who will they turn to?
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