#6-Story continues 1-22-13
Chapter Three
My parents moved to Phoenix, Arizona when I was about four or five. My father worked, for a new company called Sperry Flight Systems. He was an electronic tech and eventually retired from that company after many years of service.
My recollection of that time was living in a small apartment complex in a sort of suburb of Phoenix called Sunnyslope. I was suffering from what was diagnosed as rheumatic fever at the time. My mother suffered from a type of encephalitis that is usually fatal. Both of us survived our illnesses and my father was quite busy just trying to make ends meet.
This period of time is noteworthy due to a couple of events, that once again seem innocuous then but become important later in life. First, while sleeping one night in my bed, I felt something thump my bed and the disturbance woke me up. I saw nothing and went back to sleep. Now here is where it gets strange. The night before my mother had been playing with me regarding some old Irish stories from her childhood. We placed a plate with milk and a raw potato on the outer doorstep to “feed a leprechaun” for luck. I really believed it would work. Mom of course was just playing with me.
The next morning, after the awakening thump, my clean white bed sheets had tiny human footprints from dirty feet tracked on my sheet as if a tiny figure had jumped from the floor to the bed on my chest then to the windowsill above me on the left. The prints were only about an inch or so in length. MUCH, MUCH smaller than my own young feet. To this day mom says she had nothing to do with the prints. Later in life this would make more sense. Especially as it pertains to a term now known as “midwayers”.
The second incident is the aforementioned medical problems. I learned later in my adult life that often so called “experiencers” of ET abduction contract strange diseases, among them rheumatic fever and encephalitis type symptoms are common.
Reality in my young life included being often in front of that TV mentioned earlier. I remember that the stories seen on many of the shows like ‘Lucy’ ,or what ever was showing, were like magic to me. From that early time to my later adult life as technology grew up with me I was always somewhat addicted to the lure of television.
Never though did I have any problem with distinguishing the fantasy of the tube from reality. Although, after I disclosed my 1987 experience off planet years ago many have suggested that fantasy was my problem. A favorite word I’ve heard from some uninformed detractors is “confabulation”. The concept that my mind makes up events and integrates them into my actual experiences. I’ll have quite a bit to say to those detractors later in this story about how they are the problem. With proof.
Continued next post.