Casebook; Alien Implants (Whitley Strieber's Hidden Agendas)
By Roger Leir, Whitley Streiber
One of the criteria we established for removal of alleged alien implants was an abduction history of the proposed surgical candidates. Derrel took responsibility for supplying a detailed abduction history for Patricia and Peter, the surgical candidates.
Critics and debunkers of the alien abduction phenomenon point disapprovingly to the methods of investigators. Their number one criticism focuses on the use of hypnosis. In some instances, their criticism has merit. This is because no hypnosis methodology has ever been universally adapted by researchers. Although there are many well-qualified individuals performing hypnosis, there has never been a professional standard developed for the best method of memory retrieval. In a world full of complexities such as false memory syndromes, childhood abuse memories, and past life regressions, we must adopt research criteria that are beyond reproach. Therefore, after careful consideration, Derrel and I decided to forgo the use of regressive hypnosis altogether. The abduction histories of our surgical candidates that are presented here are based on as many details as they could recall without the use of hypnosis.
In 1969, Patricia and her family lived in a small rural area of the state of Texas. She was twenty-three years old and married to John, a caring man with a very strong personality. They were the parents of two boys, Michael, six years old, and Billy, five. John had been hard at work for months without a break and Patricia felt they were due for time away from the daily routine. She also didn't have much more time left for a vacation, since she was eight months pregnant.
One evening in October, while Patricia bustled about the kitchen preparing dinner, John came in smiling. "Honey, how would you like to take a little vacation?" he asked. Patricia was enthusiastic.
Several days went by before the subject came up again. John began by telling Patricia that he had discussed the idea with a couple of his buddies and they'd suggested an excellent place to go fishing. Patricia considered the idea for a few moments and said, "You know, honey, that really sounds like a great idea. I'm sure the boys would just love it. We could get all the camping gear out and really have a great time."
He said he'd tell the boys about the trip. A few moments later, two bright-eyed boys burst into the kitchen, shouting, "Mom! Are we really going on a camping trip?" Patricia assured them they were.
The next evening, plans were finalized. It was decided that if they took the boys out of school for only two days, they wouldn't miss too much work. This would get them on the road the following Thursday.
On the morning of their trip, John put the car into gear and stepped on the gas, and the automobile lurched onto the highway. Their adventure had begun.
After what seemed like hours, Patricia looked at her watch. The trip was taking longer than expected; it was now almost 4:30 P.M. and they had not arrived at their destination. Some of the roads were not clearly marked and it had become increasingly evident that the map they were using was not up to date. "John, how much longer until we get there?" she asked.
John took a quick glance at the map and said, "We should just about be there."
Billy had his face pressed against the car window and was drawing figures in the steam created from his hot breath. Michael seemed oblivious to his surroundings as he flipped through the pages of an old comic book.
Patricia peered intently into the distance and noticed a structure ahead. "Is that the old iron bridge your friend told you about?" she asked her husband.
John stared ahead, then slowed down and said, "It sure is, honey."
This was the spot John's friend had talked about. It was an old wrought-iron bridge that crossed a beautiful stream, and had a rich Civil War history. The Confederate Army had built it as part of its supply route.
John slowed down as he approached the old bridge. The automobile tires made a creaking and thumping sound as they began to cross the wood planking. Patricia rolled down the window and stuck her head outside. "Do you think this bridge is safe?" she asked.
"My friend told me it was built to last forever," John replied.
Soon they were on the other side. There was a clearing to the left and a small trail that led down to the river. Billy and Michael were jumping up and down on the backseat.
"Hold on, guys, we're almost there," John said. He stopped the car at a small section of the clearing just after they passed the far end of the bridge. It was an ideal campsite, close to the river and below the level of the bridge. The family scrambled from the car.
It took about an hour to prepare the camp. Father and sons went in search of firewood. John had a good deal of experience in making outdoor fires and knew what kind of wood it took.
Darkness slowly began to consume the campsite. A few stars were clearly visible in the sky overhead. The boys went back to the car and brought out two small flashlights. They found a comfortable log to sit on and began flashing their lights at the sky.
"Hey, Mom, come on over here! I want to show you something," Michael yelled. Patricia walked over to where the boys were sitting, with John right behind her.
"Hey, look at this! It's really neat." Michael pointed his flashlight skyward toward a brighter than usual star, and made two short flashes. Patricia and John watched in amazement as the two flashes were returned!
"Patricia, did you see that?" John shouted.
"I sure did!"
John ran back to the tent and got two larger, more powerful flashlights. He gave one to Patricia and aimed his at the bright star, sending up two short flashes and then a long one. Within a few seconds, the same sequence of flashes was returned.
"Patricia! For God's sake, did you see that?" he asked excitedly.
She didn't answer, but instead held up her light and flashed a different series. These were also returned Soon the single bright star was joined by others. The whole family was having a great time, flashing away and getting replies.
Later, the only sounds besides the crackle of the fire were night sounds of the open country Both Billy and Michael were lucked securely into their sleeping bags. Patricia cleaned up the dinner dishes as John found a comfortable spot on a log and drank a cup of hot coffee. Patricia came over and sat beside him. He looked deep into her eyes and asked seriously, "What do you think was going on before with that weird light show?"
Patricia said, "I bet they were a bunch of helicopters from the air base Probably some hotshot military air jocks out to have some fun. Well, what the heck! We had as much fun as the kids did!"
The following morning was filled with excitement as the lines hit the stream and the boys started to catch fish. The weather cooperated, the temperature staying in the mid-seventies. By noon, the family had caught its limit.
That evening, after a fish dinner, Patricia escorted the boys to the tent and tucked them in for the night. John puffed on his pipe and talked about his plans for the next day: to get up early and hike downstream to a spot where his friend said some of the biggest fish ever caught in the region had been taken. For that reason they decided to retire early. John checked the fire one last time. It was well stocked with slow-burning wood and would probably still be going when they arose in the morning.
Suddenly, at about 1 AM, Patricia was awakened by her terror-stricken husband, who loomed over her like a huge giant, silhouetted in the reflection of the firelight. He pointed a finger at her and said, "Get up right now and throw the kids in the car!" His voice was gruff and demanding. Patricia's heart pounded and her mind raced. She wondered what could possibly be so wrong to cause her husband to act like this. She quickly got out of her sleeping bag and put on her shoes.