From: Jim Mortellaro <Jsmortell@aol.com> Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 08:55:29 EST Fwd Date: Fri, 29 Jan 1999 10:31:29 -0500 Subject: Abduction - The Issue Of Reality [was... 1999 UFO >Date: Thu, 28 Jan 1999 20:07:13 +0000 >To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <email@example.com> >From: Sean Jones <firstname.lastname@example.org> >Subject: Re: 1999 UFO Alien Abduction Conference Announced >>From: Jim Mortellaro <Jsmortell@aol.com> >>Date: Wed, 27 Jan 1999 20:32:36 EST >>To: email@example.com >>Subject: 1999 UFO Alien Abduction Conference Announced >>But I'm regular as rain in London >>Jim Mortellaro >Jim, I'm aghast, how dare you slander our great capital :-) >On a serious note, I'd like to stay out of this one as it is >entirely personal, IMHO, and one which ruffles feathers >instantly if you even dare to suggest that there might be other >things to explain _some_alleged_ abductions. True Sean..... The experience leaves one exceedingly disturbed, is entirely too realistic and remains in the memory longer than the worst of recurring dreams. IF it continues off and on over a lifetime, the results of such a personal encounter are fascinatingly personal. It is like getting raped, altho being a guy, I can never truly relate to that. I do not even begin to understand what, how and why, I only know this... to the experiencer, it is more real than real. Very real.... very, very real. I have been having a dialog with some others in the same boat. The most recent discussion led to the issue of reality. We have all had recurring dreams. Dreams often leave you with a "feeling." The feeling left is real enough, but there is the knowledge that the feeling, while very real, is the remnant of a dream experience. The experiencer of this abduction phenom is also left with a real feeling. However the reason for the feeling is not a dream. There is always, or most of the time anyway, the knowledge, firm and unshakeable, that there was no dream. This was something experienced. I wish I could relate it more clearly than this. An example.... I was a rather bright little guy growng up. I knew instinctively that there was no Santa Claus. I understood that Captain Video was a story. Even at age 3, 4 and thereabouts. My realization of what was real and what was imagined was very distinct. My parents always knew that I had a pretty good grip on reality. But from a very young age, I distinctly remember being able to glide along a long, round corridor. I was always in the company of some others behind and in front. I floated above the floor and every step I took was impossibly long... many many times my height. The experience was so real, that I would practice, at age 4, standing on the bathroom scale, looking at the needle, knowing with no doubt whatever, that I could become weightless by concentrating hard. Of course, not having Gripple then, I was not able to do so. But the memory is still with me today, just as real, just as vivid, just as strongly compelling now, as it was 51 years ago... like ti was last night. Associated with that memory is the knowledge that i was able to float thru the window, fly up to the "hospital" over my house in an ambulance of strange design, to a structure which even today, precludes my being able to look up at any structure without the gravest of phobic fear... make that terror. I am Thomas the doubter. Show me, let me see it, understand it, look at it, define it and categorize it. Let me see the damned equation. No? Then it does not exist. Why then this predelisction over a belief system including ascended masters (saints?) and God? Beats the shit outa me. Except that I have arrived at it on what remains of my intellect. Steven Hawking was able, thru physics and cosmology, come to the conclusion that God can exist in the reality of mathematics and physics. Logic when confronted by emotion, has not a chance in this reality. Dr. Gesundt. A very old fool for my age.
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