Tomorrow, 19 March 2021, is the official day to recognize alien abductions. Since there weren’t any specifics posted, I dunno if we’re supposed to celebrate the day or fly the flag at half mast or go buy a small box of aluminum foil. Thinking about it though, if perchance you wake up in the morning and your mate is gone, I came up with 3 conclusions. 1. Seeing that earth has set aside as special day for it, aliens have indeed abducted your mate. 2. The rapture has occurred. If such HAS happened and you are left behind, then you realize that you’re in trouble. 3. He or she is on a greyhound bus headed for S. Florida. Maybe we should just raise a glass of non-alcohol green beer and cheer on the little green men. It is strange though that people celebrating the first day of spring should have to share the day with people recognizing folks coming in from another planet.
Maybe if you can provide proof that you’ve had your colonoscopy recently they might forgo that part of the program.
I was abducted when I was on my way to school. I was five. It was 7:45 AM. I was shown around the spacecraft by a smallish, glowing alien. I looked at dioramas. The next thing I knew, I was back home. It was 4 PM. I kept trying to come up with a shape that was in my brain. I could not, although it kept bothering me for a few years. I cried when I saw Close Encounters, at the part where Dreyfus tries to make a model of the landing area for a spacecraft, as the shape is in his head after his encounter. It rang true, for me. Oddly, when I finally talked about my incident with old school chums, this woman told me that her mother used to take her to "doctor appointments" in the very building where, when I looked up, I saw the craft that pulled me inside. It was very strange that a doctor would see patients in a third floor walk-up apartment building in a residential neighborhood on Chicago's South Side. Maybe he was "one of them." The above is no joke. I think one possibility is that the craft whose detailed underbelly i saw, way back when, was, in all actuality, a very low flying airplane. The sight of it may have freaked me out to the point where I hallucinated the rest of the day, although that seems unlikely. I'll never know. There was a girl with me, a neighbor, that morning. We got together, briefly, some ten years later. We never discussed that incident. I've tried to find her, online, over the years, but never had any luck. (Cue the theme from The Twilight Zone....)