#51 Be careful what you ask for.
I had returned from the Ashland symposium a few months earlier and that period of strangeness led to my divorce after 17 years of marriage.
I left with only a hundred dollars to my name and needed cash to live. I had a few prized possessions which I wanted with me. Otherwise , I left everything to my ex with no animosity. I was starting over.
One of my few possessions was the two volumes of UFO Contact from the Pleiades books. I had disclosed on KCMO radio on the radio show with Michael Murphy,when the ETs interacted with the transmitters, that one volume was worth over $1,800 now. A collectors item.
These were the years preceding the internet so I had to find a way to sell items through other forms of advertising. I bought an ad in a syndicated newspaper offering BOTH volumes for that price. My copies were very low print numbers and had ALL the author group’s autographs including Meier.
Those two books were my most valued possessions. Selling them was an exercise in humility and release of possessiveness of ‘things’ I would never forget. I learned that nothing is as important in life as relationships. Things do not matter. No matter how rare and personally valuable. I was to get an even more humbling experience in that lesson when everything I held dear , including freedom was taken from me in later years. Today only the intangibles of life are important. Friends, love, freedom, life and more.
A man contacted me from Los Angeles. He was willing to buy them as he had been searching for the books for many years. He sent a cashiers check, I shipped them via the new FedEx service.
I warned him in advance that possessors of the book(s) always seemed to have interesting experiences. He said he didn’t believe that but would love it if such occured.
I said to be very careful what he asked for. He said ...”I’d really like to meet them!” He didn’t specify who them was.
This is what happened…
He called me from a pay phone (remember this was over 20 years ago… no cell phones)… he was distraught and babbling. I asked him what was wrong?
He related , through occasional lapses for heavy, anxious breathing , that he was driving out to the area east of LA when he was taken aboard a craft near the Palm Springs desert area. He said his car died and he was lifted in a blue light right through the roof of his car!
He said the next thing he remembers he was waking up in his car … but he was in San Diego a week later!
He was scared. He said the only other fragment of a thought was seeing the abductors… little gray guys with big dark eyes.
He wanted me to take the books back. I wish I could have. I told him I couldn’t afford them. He hung up and I never heard from him again.