Those Weren't Gremlins!

When I was six years old, I lived just behind Rockliffe Airbase in Ottawa, Ontario. My address was on Eastern Drive in Manor Park.

My mother would tell me that the little green lights I saw along the runway, from my ground floor bedroom window, at night, were Gremlins - not a very comforting thought, to a child of six, and a thought that would give some children nightmares.

For years, I had thought I had had such a nightmare, which returned, not as a recurring dream, but as a recurring thought, a memory.

That memory would pop up at unexplained times, for unexplained reasons. All I would remember was seeing what I believed to be spacemen, or Gremlins, looking in at me through my bedroom window. They wore large helmets, and, there were several of them. The next thing I would remember was hovering over the row housing I lived in.

It was peculiar, though, because the ground below was lit up as bright as day, even though I knew it had to be night. The other peculiar thing I observed were the spacemen looking into other windows. I never gave it much thought, though, because a memory of hovering high above the ground has to be a dream. That just doesn't happen in real time, now, does it?

That's all I ever remembered, but it would come back to me the same way, when I least expected it, so, after reading Aliens Among Us by Ruth Montgomery back in 1989, I wrote to her about my dream..... She never wrote back.

It wasn't until later that year, when I interviewed Betty Stewart Dagenais, a contactee and lecturer, that I realised my dream may not have been a dream, and, that what I saw weren't Gremlins!

Betty put me in touch with CUFORN, who sent their representatives out to my home in Bradford to investigate my experience. One of them reported back to Betty that I was "a psyche case and a flake!", while another tried to get me to sign a waver that gave CUFORN exclusive rights to my story. It wasn't a pleasant experience.

Betty did manage, though, to connect me with Dr. David , who, she said, could assess me and take me through a hypnotic regression, but to make sure I got it taped.

To this request, Dr. David , a respected member of the medical community and GP Psychotherapist, asked why I wanted it taped and how would that serve me? I had no good answer.

I never did get the three sessions taped but I did get a full psychological assessment from Dr. David, verifying that I was neither delusion nor psychotic.

What was revealed in the regressions, however, was illuminating, and, helped me to integrate the experience I had had, into my life.

He took me back to that time where I found myself sitting up in my bed. The spacemen, who I remember wearing large helmets, actually, had large heads and huge wrap-around eyes.

One came through my wall and picked me up in his or her arms and took me up through the ceiling and roof of my home. It was like a scene out of Stephen Spielberg's Taken. I looked down on the brightly lit area I remembered in my dream and then up to see a large round ship, with coloured lights around the edge and a ring of white lights in the middle. I was taken up into the centre of the craft, into a bay area, where I saw other beings. Some were taller and a bit different from the one who took me. That one looked and moved a bit like a preying mantis.

I was brought into a darker room, where oval sliding doors opened onto a brightly lit room, where I was placed on a table. They put large tubes up to my eyes, which they said would be used to feed information into me. I told them it hurt. It gave me a headache, so they stopped. I was returned to my room.

I'm telling this story, because, just over five years ago, a reporter from the Ottawa Sun called me because she had seen my contact story in an article in Modern Woman Magazine. She was compelled to call me because she, and two of her friends, had lived in Manor Park in 1961, when I had my experience.

They had also had experiences around the same time as me, but were having difficulty discussing it beyond their small group. One was quite traumatised by the experience while another had become quite religious and would no longer discuss it.

I understand how difficult this is. It's hard enough to talk about the UFO phenomenon from the strictly investigative side of things, without raising an eyebrow or two. Experiencers have it tougher, though, because everybody inside and outside of the UFO community scrutinises us.

My life, too, has been changed by my experiences. To those three people in Ottawa, who had those experiences, I am reaching out to you. What we have is a unique opportunity to collaborate, share and compare.

Did someone look at you through your window? Please contact me.

And that's the view from here.....