Thursday, August 4, 2011

Paranormal Family

Back in the 1970s, my parents were Directors of the UFO Investigator's League in Fairfield, Ohio.

I can remember as a small child meetings my parents had at our house, and my dad being interviewed on the radio and speaking at conventions. With his straight forward, no bullshit speeches, where fact was fact (i.e., show me the proof that this was a flying saucer or an alien) and bullshit was bullshit, he had piqued the interest and gained respect from quite a few famous people. Jackie Gleason was one of them and had even tracked my dad down after one of his speeches, and sat with him for a while, asking him questions.

That’s one of the things I love about my dad, he has an open-mind and fact is fact.

Yeah, he saw a lot of weird shit in the sky, but he couldn’t positively say it was a flying saucer.

And then there was the case about Betty and Barney Hill where they had missing time, which piqued my dad’s curiosity because of the anomaly of it. I think still today he wonders about it.

Mom on the other hand tended to be delusional. Maybe that’s not fair to say because I can’t disprove the things she had told me.

Anyway, Mom had told me some crazy ass stories, like being abducted by two different types of aliens. One of course was the grays, with the huge black almond-shaped eyes. She told me they did experiments on her, and she believed they had stuck an implant in her.

Another story she told me was she met a man at the bowling ally, and he told her that he was ‘borrowing’ the human body he was in and was actually from a different planet (she couldn’t remember the name of the planet he told her, but had told me it was a reptilian name). He wanted her to come with him and be his queen on his planet. She had refused him, and he told her to look out her window at a certain time that day, and she would see his ship. So she did and saw it.

Another story she told me was one night I was crying, wanting a bottle. She hopped out of bed, went to warm up a bottle for me, and a voice in her head told her to go outside. So she did and the next thing she knew, she was in a room full of computers. There was TV like screens on the walls, monitoring the countries in our world. She remembered looking out the window and seeing planet earth from space ("It was soooo beautiful," she gushed), and there was a man in the room with her. He told her that they’d always be looking out for her. She told me he reminded her of Moses? The next thing she knew, she woke up and told my dad about the ‘weird’ dream she had. Well, according to her, my dad jumped out of bed, went into the kitchen, and found my bottle where she had last left it.

Those were some of the UFO/alien stories I grew up with. Of course, there’s plenty more where that came from.

Moving on to the next thing. . . .

Bigfoot.

My dad used to hunt Bigfoot. He never actually came across one, but he did come across Bigfoot’s footprint. I remember when he came back from one of his hunting trips; he had a plastered footprint of Bigfoot’s. I was in kindergartner at the time and took it to show and tell. LOL. I remember my classmates were totally awestruck, rubbing their hands and fingers over it. I glanced up at my teacher, and she had her arms tightly across her chest, rolling her eyes. But I didn’t care because I had Bigfoot’s footprint!

So those were two things my sister and I grew up with, not counting living in a haunted house, but I’ll save that for my next post. I think that’s why we have a great interest in the paranormal and why I love writing stories about it. Also, the knowledge I gained from my family has helped me in writing my stories and coming up with ideas.

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