December 25, 1994

It's another day in my new life. Occasionally I still forget that I'm a Christian now, and a dream like that one is a sure way to take me back. Outside, in keeping with normal Nashville "mild winters," we are given just a show of flurries to mark the day, to answer the prayer of many hearts for a white Christmas.

My waking dream still in the forefront of my mind, a surreal reminder of what I was, I'm especially joyful today to be able to celebrate the true meaning of Christmas... I went so long without knowing. This is the day that we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ, Messiah. This is the day the whole world remembers that God became flesh, and dwelt among us. It's because of this day that I was called out of darkness into his marvelous light.

And it's because of this day, that I finally know peace.

But despite my waking joy, there's also this stirring in my soul this morning that won't leave me alone. It's the Lord, reminding me of my calling; he's reminding me that I still have a story to tell...

Of all the great things that could be said about my life as a Christian up to this point, I'm still not quite complete.     I haven't broken the silence. I haven't told anyone about the dreams that still come every now and then, or the memories that remain plain as day.

You see, I'm happy now. I like my life, a lot. I don't want to risk that by telling people any "mad tales of visitor abduction." And yes, every now and then there'll be some goofy show on TV about a ufo sighting, and I'm reminded that I've got the perspective that no one else does. I've got the answer. And once every blue moon someone at work actually asks me, as a Christian, what's my opinion about ufos. And I so want to tell them, but I can't.
So yes, I know ... I've still got a book to write, a story to tell.

But not today, Lord. I'm still not ready yet, okay?

June 22, 1997

Earlier this year, thirty-nine intelligent people committed suicide in order to rendezvous with aliens. Could I have made a difference? Two weeks ago, USA TODAY, ABC, CBS, NBC, and CNN reported, three months after the fact, that a mile-wide ufo was observed over Phoenix, Arizona*, and video-taped for two hours, with thousands of witnesses. The movies are coming out quicker, the public is more and more fascinated with "them" than even I would have thought possible, and a public "landing" or announcement could be only weeks away. The gates of hell are prevailing.

Okay. I'm sorry. No more hiding.

Damn the torpedoes.

Gotta go be Noah, now. Gotta go be a lunatic, and tell the world what's coming ... see who wants in.

August 16, 1997

Out of the closet

So for the last two months, that's all I did. I got me a webpage (www.mindspring.com/~seekye1) and started writing. Once the first page, the "waking dream" portion, was out in the open, apart from finding the time the rest came easily. I'd been writing it in my head for years. Now it gets a little hard again, but I'm more sure of my calling now, as well. "There is no fear in me now, only peace. Peace, love, and joy." I write now in the hope that there are those out there deep in the ufo culture, perhaps even those struggling to make sense of memories, who are searching for truth. This part is for you who need to hear from another who's been there, and who knows the way out - who knows the way home.

Guy Malone, BC

For the first time, I wish to write down the memories, dreams and perceptions that have, as an adult, caused me to believe that, as a child, I experienced what the world calls a "close encounter." And probably more than once.

If you've read Come Sail Away, by now you know that I believe the experience in general is real, but demonic in origin. (The purpose of these demons dressing up and playing E.T. is but one way to keep people from embracing the gospel of Jesus Christ, by attracting our spiritual attentions elsewhere. Let me be very plain here, and downright offensive: if one does not receive Jesus Christ in a personal way, as Lord and Saviour, "one" will spend eternity in hell. That is why they do it. "Misery loves company.")

And not nearly as friendly as they'd made themselves out to be, either.

 

Random and free memories

Graphic created for Seekye1  © 1998 Jerry Eggers

I believe that probably the chronologically first incident happened when I was four or five, and it was nighttime. I was crying, and running through my house, being chased by (what I later described as) big cats. Not just one or two, but it seemed the house was full of them. Every room that I would run into would bring me face-to-face with another set of these giant eyes that were after me. I would run from one, and straight toward, or into, another one. They were trying to hold me down so they could eat me. I was terrified and it went on and on.

In the morning, I told my grandmother, who lived with us then, about the "cats" in the house, and I remember being furious with her, full of that five-year old sort of righteous anger, for telling me that it was just a bad dream. I hated being dismissed, because I was still scared and she didn't believe me. (I suppose I could tell a joke here about always wanting a dog from then on, but we had two.)

Yes, maybe it was a dream, but it was a dream that I would have again.

 
Sometimes in dreams we see ourselves from a slight distance, as if in the third-person (a case for astral projection, to some). This one is like that. I hate to admit it, but from somewhere in my childhood, a dream perhaps, there's an image, or memory, of seeing myself standing in my front yard at nighttime bathed in a light coming from "above." My grandmother is standing in the front doorway, unable to move. There's this impression that she's very proud of me, except that she's also very scared.

But this time, I'm doing okay. Things seem to be going pretty well actually. I'm the center of attention, standing out there wearing what seems to be some kind of white pullover robe, open only at the neck, sleeves and feet. The kids from next door are also in the picture, as well as other "people." They’re taller than the kids, but not grown-ups either, and all in the peripheral. The visual image-memory-whatever, of the neighborhood kids and other figures is also from my own eyes, not only a third-person view. The two images are almost transposed - I'm seeing both at the same time, or very close to the same time. I'm around seven or eight now.

 Probably the most vivid memory (or "lucid" dream) was simply me having a conversation with a praying mantis. That's just the best way to describe it. I say praying mantis because that's what it looked like - these big, black eyes, it's insect-like quick, short movements, and matter-of-factness while talking to me. Make that communicating; I really can't say for sure whether its mouth moved.

This one happened in broad daylight, outside in my driveway (I'm about the same age as above; we moved a lot then, and I can pin down my age by which house we were living in). There's no conscience memory of what was said between us, or for how long we spoke, but I was definitely being taught something. I was its pupil, sitting somewhat impatiently still for my lesson.

There's no other memories of real, or normal, life that associate with this event; what I mean is that I don't remember what I was doing before our little talk, and nothing special that happened afterward. This could suggest that it was a dream, since there's no chronology to fit with it, but the overall feeling is that it was simply so normal to me that the memory just doesn't stand out. I didn't run crying to anyone, and there's no feeling of fear or trauma. Once it left, I most likely went back to playing by myself in the front yard. While I do know that I didn't particularly care for them, it's as if I was just used to it by then.

At the beginning of the dream, many of the neighborhood kids (the same ones) and I are running through the woods that bordered our back yards, just playing. We come out into an open area that leads us into a futuristic looking city. The people in the city are both human and non-human (that is, they're four to five feet tall or so, skinny, big white heads with big, black eyes; you know, those guys) and their presence was no big deal to the human inhabitants of the city.

The group of us either wanders, or are led, into a room where we all sit down in a semi-circle to watch a TV set. It seems like we watched it for several hours. When whatever we were watching was over, we were allowed to leave, and run back into the woods.

I don't remember where it fits into the action of the dream, but there was a strong impression that water was very important in this "city of the future." It was rare (possible reference to Revelation 8:11?), and had to be protected. In fact, water was almost a religious object and the society seemed to be preoccupied with finding more - not in a war-like way though, very communal.

The circumstances that caused me to finally remember this dream are strange in themselves. During the time that I was eighteen to twenty years old, I lived in Knoxville, Tennessee. For part of that time I had a roommate, and great friend, named Darrin. Make no mistake about it, we were new-agers, not to mention heavy partiers. We worked in the same restaurant together, lived together, and got high twenty-six hours a day together.

One day, he brought home the hard-backed edition of Whitley Strieber's "new" book, Communion : A True Story. I believe it was the Times' #1 best seller at the time. The cover portrayed the now familiar "artist's rendition of the alien" drawing. I'd gone through my teenage years without any conscience memory of what I've written here, but having that book in the house made me very uneasy, and I didn't know why. I would look at the cover drawing sometimes, and chills would crawl up and down me. "Now I wasn't scared or anything..." but I did wish he'd hurry up and give it back to his girlfriend and get it out of the house.

Around that same time a group of us party-all-night people from the restaurant rented a movie to watch together. Soon into the movie, I was sure that I'd seen it before, years ago. They said that there was no way I could have, as it had just come out on video; but I'd never even heard of it when it was playing at the theaters. To my friends' annoyance though, I was able to describe what was going to happen in many of the scenes, to the point that I had to quit because I was ruining the story for everybody else. I sort of thought that I'd seen it as a child, perhaps watching it from down the hallway when my parents thought I was asleep. I was totally perplexed when the end of the movie came and the copyright date revealed that the movie was only a year old, and rated "R" to boot. It had never been on television.

But I knew that I'd seen it on television at some point in my childhood.

A week later, it happened again - a new movie that I'd seen on television years before. I knew what was happening before it happened, and since we were alone at home, Darrin let me talk about it some, although it made him a little uneasy. I had the same "forbidden knowledge" feeling, as though I wasn't really supposed to be watching the movie as a child. I said it made him uneasy; it downright freaked me out, not to mention frustrated me to no end.

You can guess where this is going. A few days later in a Pizza Hut, stoned and talking about who- knows-what, I stopped myself in the middle of a sentence and drifted out of the conversation. Staring into space, I silently began to remember the details of a dream I'd forgotten well over ten years ago. It was a dream about a viewing room, a city, the kids, the woods, and water.

Not to mention aliens - just like the one on the book I hadn't read yet, but soon would.

It was as if I'd viewed the movies as a kid in the dream(s), and seeing them in real time, perhaps along with the book cover, triggered the memory. I thought then that it was almost like some weird post-hypnotic suggestion, such as "When you see these images, you will remember…"

And remember I did. Within a few short days, the three incidences detailed above came to the forefront of my memory, in addition to the memory of the long dream. Were these real memories of mine? Where did they come from, and could they possibly mean what they seemed to?

It was a great mystery, and Darrin was there as I began putting it together. Usually, I was more thinking outloud than anything. That was how I got my first lesson in the "distancing effect" telling one’s alien abduction stories can have on a relationship.

Despite this, I had to know. Other miscellaneous facts about myself began to fall into an eerie synchronicity. When I was a small child, between the ages of five and ten, what I most wanted to be when I grew up was an astronaut. My reports at school were always about the solar system and the planets. I was a walking elementary school encyclopedia of raw data, such as the temperature on Venus (it's got both a hot side and a cold side, you know?), and the number of moons each planet has. I was always drawing pictures of rocketships, and myself in a spacesuit as the first man to walk on Mars.

And in my fantasies, I was there to make contact.

In my drawings, there was always a little green man behind the rock waiting for me to come say hi.

I once even wrote a story, complete with pictures, about an alien invasion of gigantic robot animals that finally got beaten when the world united as one to fight them (now that's spooky, that I would have that idea in my head in the second grade). Somewhere along the line a certain teacher mentioned, trying to help guide me, that I would have to join the Air Force to get to go to space, to be an astronaut. Whatever my fifth grade reasoning was, it didn't require a boy genius to know that a military career was not for me (besides, that would clash with my later career as a pothead). So that was the end of that. However, my interest in things not of this world continued, and I think that I was the only kid in my high school to have a subscription to Omni magazine.

Probably the oddest single fact that came to mind for me during that time was remembering my reaction to the movie Close Encounters of the Third Kind. The first thing that was odd was that, as a child, I was specifically forbidden to see it. Now, without going into great detail, we were not your stereotypical Christian home. To date, I'm the only one in the family who even goes to church (I'm sort of the black sheep), and I can count on my hands the number of times I went as a child. The point is, I was never, before or after, forbidden to see any movie. But I was told then that it might be too scary, my mother didn't want me to see it, and my dad sure as hell didn't care to go see it (he hates that stuff - anything science-fictioney, but my older brother and I were hounds for it). Nevermind that we saw Jaws, that wasn't "too scary" for us, and my dad would even take us to see rated "R" movies sometimes, while I was still in elementary school, as long as they had Burt Reynolds or Clint Eastwood in them, anyway. Nevermind all that, I was not allowed to see Close Encounters. Peculiar in itself.

Now I wasn't the kind of kid who went out of my way to do things just because I was forbidden to, so the anti-climactic end to that story is that I never saw it - until my senior year of high school, that is. In 1985 or 86, it came on TV, and I watched it with what I thought was a normal level of interest ... nothing else to do, never seen it, gotta watch it in my bedroom in black and white because, out in the living room, my dad would rather watch a blank screen than a space alien movie.

I was absolutely disgusted. They weren’t that stiff when they moved! They weren’t that skinny, either! They seemed a little tall, too. Geez, where were these guys getting their information? Everybody knows that’s not what they look like… well, sort of, but they’ve got it all wrong! I was actually offended for the aliens. I never once thought that it was odd that I would think that I knew what they looked like. I thought everybody knew.

Seriously, I did.

So these were among the thoughts and memories that I was now processing, and trying to put together into a conclusion that would still allow me to be a normal human being. You can probably imagine that I wasn't having much luck, though. Of course I read Communion, and that sort of made things worse. Everything I knew about myself was pointing to a conclusion that I wasn't sure I wanted to be true. Finally, I had to face up to what was at least a distinct possibility. I'd been visited.

It's not that I was totally opposed to the idea, new age kinda guy that I was. In many ways it was quite exciting - but I was opposed to the idea of being insane. If I was wrong, but believed it anyway, then that would definitely qualify me. But if I was right, and Whitley was also right, then to accept this automatically allowed for another distinct possibility. Eventually, I would be visited again.

While the implications and possibilities of life on other planets is one of the most exciting topics of our age, it's really only exciting as long as it's happening to someone else. When it's you who have to wonder if tonight's the night you're going to be dragged from your bed, when it's you who have to think about getting married and settling down, only to know that at any time your serene family existence could be shattered by beings of unknown origin and purpose, then come tell me how exciting it is. The excitement wears off rather quickly, and for a twenty-year-old single guy who was trying desperately to have a ball with his life, I was too young to become a paranoid.

So I did what your average abduction victim does. I forgot about it, and tried to get on with my life. Just a few months later, I finally moved back to Nashville to start over. I was constantly on the move, keeping as busy as I could. I worked two jobs, drank a lot, and stayed stoned (not to mention wrecked one car). In between all of this fun, I attempted my first crack at "fulfilling my calling," by self-publishing a book of my poetry and artwork from over the years, entitled I'm Not Sure How I Got Here, But I Think I Flew.

Only nine months after arriving in Nashville, I moved all the way to Florida to start again, becoming a spring break bartender in Daytona Beach. That only lasted a few months, too, and before I knew it, I was back in Nashville. All the while, my past was chasing me, and I was doing everything I could to keep one step ahead of it.

Only in Florida, it finally did catch up with me, and I had the first two visitor dreams of my adult life. Except now, someone else was chasing me, too.

God.

Honestly, I think I preferred the aliens.

Spring Break, 1990

For a now twenty-one year-old single guy who was trying desperately to have a ball with his life, I made one big mistake; I fell in love. And with a Christian, no doubt.

Actually, one would say that she was a back-slidden Christian, a believer who was not living the Christian lifestyle. I don't say this as a judgment against her; it's just that I knew it for a fact. I was there, helping her not live the Christian life.

While I was still in Nashville, just before moving to Florida, we worked together at the same restaurant, slowly falling for each other over a period of several months. We actually repelled each other when we first met - her with her shiny, happy countenance, and me at the absolute height of my sarcastic, cynical New-Age paganhood. I read Carlos Castenada novels during my breaks, carried crystals with various "properties" around my neck and in my pocket, and would often show up at the restaurant to go out with others in ripped-up blue jeans (before they were mainstream) and a big peace-sign on my T-shirt. You could say that I went out of my way to offend.

But as we worked together and got to know each other, "safe" in the knowledge that we would never go out together, our strong attraction became more and more apparent, both to us and to those around us. The long story short of it is that she dumped her fiancée just in time for me to tell her that I'd just made arrangements to move to Daytona Beach. We really shouldn't have, but we made the most of the month we had together.

The one part of our whirlwind relationship that was less than blissful would be the times that we would discuss religion. I would always criticize how someone as intelligent as her (she had a degree from Vanderbilt University!) could believe that only Christianity was "right," and eventually she became fed-up with trying to intellectually convince me of it. I've long forgotten most of what was actually said in those arguments, except for one thing that has remained with me to this day. She put the Word on me.

One night, some four in the morning in a Krystal's parking lot, I pulled the old "... if that works for you great, but there are many paths to the top of the mountain..." At that, her eyes lit up, she turned to me, and said with a determination not her own, "I am the way! I am the way, the truth and the life; no man comes to the Father except through me." After that, she was almost embarrassed by her own boldness, and explained to me that that was what Jesus had said about himself in the book of John (14:6). I blew it off at the time as meaningless, but months later I would be up late nights in my bed in Florida, rolling around, the phrase still bouncing through my mind, not letting me sleep.

Was Jesus really the "only way?"

The last time we saw each other before I left, she asked if she could pray for me. I said of course she could. It couldn't hurt to have someone praying for me while I was gone, right? Well, she did something that I didn't expect. She prayed for me, right then and there. She put both hands on my stomach, and started asking God to keep me safe, to protect me on the drive down, to provide for me, and to reveal himself to me.

Now some Christians may have trouble with the theology of what happened next, especially considering her back-slidden state, but I can only report what I experienced. The car we were in began to fill with some sort of presence, a mild electricity passed through my body, and my stomach felt as if someone had turned on a cuisinart inside of me. I could only tell her that "something happened" to me as she prayed, and was curious as to "... what had she done to me?"

None of this surprised her in the least. She prayed in faith and God showed up. No big deal.

Somehow, that was okay. Sure, I'd drink or get high whenever the opportunity arose, but overall, I enjoyed my times of being sober. I spent a lot of time walking alone on the beach, clear-headed, experiencing the glory of God as revealed in nature, and remembering with more clarity than ever the "visitor" experiences that I'd tried to forget, struggling to make sense of them...

I wanted to confront the visitors now, and would sometimes stand outside at night, looking to the stars, telling them that I was "ready" now. I would call to them, asking them to come back, and visit me again, so that I could know for sure if they were real. Whether I wanted to fight them or join them I can't say, but I would not live in fear of them. I wanted to meet them on my terms, with an open and adult mind, to explore their mysteries, to get to the truth, and to decide for myself whether they were good guys or bad guys. I wanted communion...

During that same time, on a totally different track, I would occasionally read a page from the Bible at random, to see if God cared to reveal himself to me either. Whoever showed up first would have probably won my loyalties. But the closest God came to revealing himself to me at that time was a passage I came across that seemed to reference a certain spiritual practice that I'd been "working on" for about a year (you wouldn't catch it to read it now; it was just something that spoke to me at the time). The passage said that people like me were an enemy to the cross of Christ, and would be destroyed.

Now that hurt my feelings.

True, I was not a follower of Jesus', but I thought he was probably a pretty cool guy overall, and meant the man no ill will. But his own book said that I was his enemy, and I can't explain it fully, but you've no idea of the sadness that overtook me at knowing that.

Something else began to gnaw at me also. In the time that I was "of age" before remembering any of my visitor experiences, I had what would probably be considered a normal sex-drive. During my non-Christian, late teenage and young adult years, I'd had my share of experiences with the complimentary sex, and was eager enough to continue on that path. I didn't make the connection then, but after I began to remember these things (or become delusional, if you prefer), the act of sex began to hold an unknown fear for me.

My girlfriend from Nashville and I met once in Atlanta to spend the night together, and it did not go well. While my desire was unaffected, the actual moment of intimacy scared me, and actually brought me to tears once. I wanted to, but was afraid to. By then, she didn't even want to. But we were friends, nonetheless, and again, without making the connection, I decided to tell her what I believed about my visitor experiences that next morning.

That was my second lesson in keeping these things to myself.

She said that she worried that I was not sane, and should get help.

And she was right on both counts. But I was not born that way; something had happened to me, and I wanted to know what. So I sought help from the only source I trusted.

I remembered her once telling me that she had had certain problems herself sexually, and as a teenager, she’d asked God to show her what was wrong with her in that area. She told me that later that week, while eating in the very restaurant we'd later meet in, a "movie" about her childhood began to play right in front of her eyes. As a child, she was sexually abused and had forgotten about it. She asked, and God had revealed to her the details of the event.

It worked for her, so I decided that I would give it a try. Back in Daytona, walking along the beach, I asked God if he would tell me what was wrong with me.

In the first, I was in a white room sitting on a table, unable to move, undergoing some sort of medical examination. I was a boy. The nurse was a very odd looking woman, with extremely short blonde hair, pale skin, dark oval eyes, and a mask over her mouth and nose. She said nothing, only poked and prodded. When the examination was over, she had sex with me. I awoke very afraid, and I knew what the dream had meant.

A second dream followed the next night. It involved being on a plane or train-ride, and I remember watching buildings and cities flying by the window at an incredible speed. At one point, another woman came into the room I was in. This was no nurse, just a very short woman with the same features, who had sex with me against my will. Again I awoke very afraid, crying this time. I was still saying, "Stop it. Go away," as I awoke.

It was awful, but now I knew.

I'd wanted to know, and God showed me. It was real and it was horrible, but at least now I was certain; there was no reason to doubt myself anymore. I'd been visited.

Damn them.

But at least I had a good tan.

Back in the high life

Some people are just hard-headed. You'd think this would be the part in the story where I give my life to Jesus. Nope. If anything, I got worse.

And though emotionally, I wanted to forget all about ufos and visitor phenomenon, in time, my certainty that it had happened to me would arouse my intellectual bent enough to continue to seek out the meaning of it all.

But for now, my will to live was pretty much sapped, and for my first six months back in Nashville, I was a textbook case of depression. All I did was sleep. For six weeks I washed windows with a friend of a friend, just so I wouldn't have to be around people. But it just didn't pay enough, and I had to get a real job finally.

Once I started back to work in yet another restaurant, I went out of my way to not make friends - to simply wait on my tables, go home, and go back to sleep until I was scheduled to work again. I didn't go out, and even though I tried to "go straight" for awhile, the sheer availability of marijuana back on my home turf got me back into that habit. So I worked, got high, and slept as much as possible.

I read a lot, too. I read the first four books of the New Testament, but my life didn't change much as a result. I also re-read all three books of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles during that time, so you can see I wasn't getting anywhere fast.

Now I didn't tell you this, and I'm not even sure at what point it happened, but sometime during my time in Florida (before the dreams), I prayed for the first time in my adult life. As I'd said, I was very sad about being counted as an enemy of Jesus', and I wanted to set things right on that count.

I said outloud, "Jesus Christ. Of The Bible..." (I was sure there were many fakers, so I'd better be specific) "If you're real, and if you’re really God... then you can hear me now... and if that's true... then... and then only, then I invite you to come into my life, to prove yourself to me. If you're God, then I confess my need to know you. But if you're not, then I don't want to hear from you." It was far from a declaration of faith, and nowhere near a conversion, and I still had a long time to go before any of that would happen, but that's how it started for me.

It continued with a guy named Leon, who worked at the same restaurant I'd landed at. He was a Christian, which normally would have disqualified him from being in my circle of friends, except that he was more like me than any other Christian I'd ever met. He was recently saved before I came to know him, and from what I'd heard, he was a big rock and roll, druggie party animal only months earlier. And while he hadn't read the book, he'd seen Communion, the movie.

This was a guy I could talk to.

Pardon me, but I need to make a quick detour

(I'm having trouble fitting these next bits of information into the flow of telling my life story, but they have significance, so bear with me for awhile. Thanks.)

There's one other odd memory from my early childhood that may not necessarily involve visitor phenomenon, and really only fits into this recounting of experiences because of something Whitley Streiber claimed from his second book. He described a time when the visitors were teaching him how to astrally project his spirit body.

Once when I was very young (four, five?), I was horribly sick with a flu or something similar. The pain in my body was unbearable. I wanted out, and so I left. I remember looking down at myself, and probably wondered if this were a good thing to be doing or not. Contrary to most other people's experiences, I was not "at peace with myself," when I left my body; I was still crying and breathing hard as I looked at myself, but falling asleep. The fact that I was not dead, but still moving, most likely gave me whatever assurance I needed to float around my room for a few minutes, and try to get used to what was happening to me. Finally, I floated toward my ceiling, and was holding my hand up to it, wondering if it would hurt to pass through, when my grandmother walked in to check on me, and turned on the light.

Busted! And this was not quite the same as being caught with my hand in the cookie jar. I slammed back into my body to avoid being "seen" (I didn't know I was invisible), and man, it hurt! The crying started louder than ever, and she came in to hold me and wait for my crying to settle down. By then I knew better than to tell her what I'd been doing. She wouldn't believe me.

Later, during my childhood and teenage years, many of my dreams were of flying to distant places, or sometimes just arriving, wondering how I'd gotten there. I have many memories of such dreams that seem to last for hours, and I got progressively better at it as I grew older. It's a skill, and my "aim" and "control" improved over time.

One of these dreams involved me flying over a crowd, picking people up by the hand, and then they could fly, too. Many people had told me in my late teenage and early twenties years that they'd had "the wildest dream" about me. Usually, I would show up and do something bizarre and supernatural, then leave. I usually had no memory of the dream, but there are three times in my early twenties that someone that I was close to and I "dreamed together" - that is, we were both in the same dream and talked about it together later.

But even the one incident on it's own where my grandmother "caught me" was enough to bring another question strongly to mind - if Whitley was being taught this technique by his visitors as an adult, and I'd been doing it when I was a child, had I been in contact with the same type of beings he had?

In case you're wandering why my grandmother plays into these scenarios so much, so did I. I may never know for certain, but the short possible answer, and I can verify all of this, is that her husband, my grandfather on my mother's side, fought in World War II, then later worked for the military as a contractor in the 1940's (the team which he headed is credited with the invention of the relief map. Later, he also had his own television show, before I was born). Professionally, he had certain "top secret" types of clearances and projects that he worked on after the war.

He flew in army planes and made maps of the world.

In our home, there is a photo of him and his team, published in a magazine article from the late 1940's or early 1950s. My mother doesn't remember why (maybe he got a better job offer), but he resigned from "Army Map Service," to work for "Aero Service Corporation," and moved his family away from Washington D.C., to Philadelphia, less than a year after the summer of 1947.

Now of course that's not significant in itself, but there's also this story my mother has told every time the subject of ufos has ever come up in our house (which ain't often!). It's a story I've heard all my life, and had to have some influence on my own interest in them. When the news of the Roswell, New Mexico crash was first reported in 1947, his only comment to my mother, then in kindergarten, was "Believe it."

I asked her about it this weekend, and she (unaware of what I'm writing) told me that in 1947, they lived in a basement apartment two blocks from the White House, and there was often much about his job that he was not allowed to talk about, even to his family. She assured me that when he said "Believe it," that it was not simply his opinion. Her words to me were, "He knew. He had proof." Beyond those words, he would never discuss the issue, though.

Obviously, I'll probably never know what "proof" he may have had. At this writing, I am in the process of requesting any military and employment records about my grandfather for the period I can find, but it's doubtful that much will be released to me that may show any connection to the Roswell affair. There may be no connection. Whatever experience or information it was about his military and government work that formed this conviction probably died with him, when I was in the second grade.

Nevertheless, I've got my own experience and information to draw upon, and my own convictions. It seems I have a family tradition.

Advent

As I said, my own curiosity and intellectual bent would eventually prod me away sometimes from my desire to bury the whole thing. Occasionally, I would covertly interview family members to see if any new information might surface. I had no desire to share what I believed with my family, or anybody, but it was worth checking to see if anything they might say could add to my own knowledge.

There was this story from my childhood relating to my grandfather and older brother, how that one night they'd come home about two hours late because they stopped to watch "a meteorite explode." I asked my older brother about it during this time, and he just sort of reluctantly mumbled the same information I already knew.

Just before I started work on Come Sail Away (he was the one who told me about the Phoenix sighting, which finally prompted me to write), I asked him about it again, with about the same results, only this time it was a shooting star. Two hours worth of a shooting star.

Leon worked as a cook at the place I had been waiting tables, and where I was now bartending. He was truly a great guy, and had a lot of respect from the others at the restaurant. He was also young, nineteen or twenty, and even though he'd once had a reputation as a druggie, many were already tagging him with the affectionate nickname, "Preach" (short for preacher).

I, of course, avoided him like the plague.

It was only once he began waiting tables that we began to talk on any sort of regular basis. By that time, I often had my astrology books behind the bar with me, to study during slow times, and he had his Bible in the back. He was wise enough to not even bother with telling me how bad I was, or to try to argue with me on any topic; he was just a continuously pleasant person to work with.

Once, just to show him that I wasn't totally ignorant of the Bible, I asked him if he could explain to me what the passage I'd read in Florida might be referring to. He actually called his pastor and got back with me on it. Their answer had little to do with what I was looking for, and I actually allowed myself to feel superior to him on that count, thinking that I had some "deeper understanding" of my passage than they did. That's the main trouble with people who haven't read the Bible, or worse, have read only small portions - they think that what little they do know is "far beyond" or "deeper" than what someone who's read the whole thing might know. Try it with any other book, such as an algebra book, or a novel, and just see how stupid you sound "expousing your superior knowledge of the subject" around those who make a constant study of it. Anyway, he didn't let on that I was an idiot. It would be a while before I would figure that out.

One day, after our shift was over, for some reason we were both just hanging around the front lobby, waiting for a reason to leave. This was not normally the place people sat and talked for any length of time, but somehow we wound up having over a half-hour of private conversation, our longest ever. As we spoke he told me, without any great drama, about something he'd witnessed recently - a demon being cast out of a church building. The services lately had been poor in attendance, as well as just generally dry. Some pastors got together to pray about the problem, Leon with them, and somehow this "presence" manifested itself to them. He said that they quite simply commanded it to leave, and it did.

Leon told me that he watched what appeared to be a red light move along the wall, then through the ceiling. After that, the services picked up dramatically. In telling the story, he was very credible. There was nothing sensationalized about the details, although being a new Christian and seeing this for himself for the first time, he still had an honest sense of wonder about the whole thing. He concluded by saying that there are just a lot of things in the world that most people know nothing about, but are very real nonetheless.

I couldn't help but agree.

It was right about then that I asked him what he thought about ufos. We agreed that there was definitely something going on, to capture the attentions of so many. I asked if he'd ever read Whitley Streiber's book, and was actually surprised that he knew what I was referring to. He told me that he'd seen the movie, which intrigued me, because I hadn't. It seemed that he was one up on me, now. "So what do you think about it all?" I asked him.

There was an actual moment of silence before he answered. He could tell that it was important to me. He wasn't going to just blurt out anything. And I knew, I just knew, that he was waiting to hear from his God before he answered. He carefully considered his words, then almost reluctantly said, "I think it's demonic."

"Oh, yeah?"

"...Yeah."

It's funny sometimes the way God orchestrates lives. Very shortly after that, Leon went to work at another store, and it would be a long time before I would see him again - before I would seek him out, that is. I'd believed everything he'd said up until that point. I had no reason not to. Now, his final words had penetrated me somehow. His words were "anointed," a word I didn't know then. I felt "convicted." I couldn't blow it off. And now I had a decision to make.

I didn't bother to tell him anything personal, about my relationship with them (still haven't), but they were real; we'd met on that point. With that established, I now had two distinct choices from there. I could either continue to think that they were angels, or some sort of advanced beings, and maybe wait for the next time I'd get to go sail away; or, I could open up to the possibility that I'd been in league with demons for too much of my life.

For about another year, I chose, "C - drink heavily."

But I think you can guess the rest.

December 25, 1993 - Waking dream

I'm driving at night with my older brother. We keep passing these strange streetlights. There's these, these little people all along the road that want us to give them a ride. We don't like them, so we speed up.

But they're everywhere we go. Somehow now, we've taken a wrong turn, and now it's like we're stuck on a racetrack, going around and around. The little people want in the car, and it's starting to get scary. And now the lights are on all over the racetrack. We go faster, driving in a circle, and our motion creates the sensation that outside, the lights seem to be circling the car. And now the little people are holding on to the car. They're on all the windows, looking at us, trying to get in. We can't drive fast enough to shake them off. They're ugly.

"How'd they get in the car?"

It's full of them now, and they're beginning to grab at us. We've stopped, but the lights are still circling, it doesn't make any sense, why are the lights still circling, they're all over, they're trying to take us out of the car, stop it, they're all over, they're grabbing at me, stop it, go away, stop it go away stop it go away!

I'm saying it so fast I'm not speaking English anymore. I'm scared to death and I'm praying in tongues. I rebuke them and command them to leave, and for a while, it works. Some of them start to pull back, but there's just too many and I'm so scared. They're all over me again, and I'm just too damned scared to say anything anymore! I'm crying now. And now the lights are getting closer. They become one light, the car is stopped, but why are we still moving?

It's a false light. I don't know how I know, but it's a false light. The false light begins to fill my eyes, and they're all over me. Dozens of little hands. I can't move, and I'm scared and I'm crying. And now the light. I can't take one more second of this. I close my eyes, and I call the name.

Jesus….

He died to save me from my sins.

He lives to save us from the sins of others.

Scared stiff, sweating, all snot-nosed and speaking in tongues, two and a half years after my conversion, I wake up. I say "thank you" to Jesus, for allowing me to remember, even symbolically. Thank you for being with me, for walking with me that far into the terror of my own soul, until I couldn't take any more. And thank you, thank you, thank you, for bringing me out of it.

To my knowledge, there is not one other person out there with experiences like mine who is now a Christian, who's been born again. The deception is that good, the trauma that deep, and the strongholds entrenched in people's minds, their ways of thinking, are that powerful. Some people even think that they're angels.
 

But it's a new age.

One got away.

I got saved.

"I Got Saved" - The One That Got Away
Graphic created for Seekye1  © 1998 Jerry Eggers

I honestly hope I'm not the first, but I won't be the last. That, I promise. I'll write it all down, one day.

"Here am I. Send me."

I'll tell them.

But not today, okay Lord?

It's Christmas.

"SAVED"

from the Greek word sozo
meaning "rescued, set free from, healed, delivered, made whole, protected" 

common examples:

"Believe in the Lord Jesus, and you will be saved" Acts 16:30

"That if you confess with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord,'
and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead,
you will be saved" Romans 10:9

Jesus - "I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved" John 10:9

example from the text above:
"I got saved."

best example:
"(Your name here) got saved!"

"Then Agrippa said to Paul,
'Do you think that in such a short time you can
persuade me to become a Christian?'

Paul replied, 'Short time or long -- I pray God that not only you
but all who are listening to me today may become what I am,
except for these chains."
Acts 26:28-29

"It has always been my ambition to preach the gospel
where Christ was not known,
...Rather, as it is written,
'Those who were not told about him will see,
and those who have not heard will understand.'"
Romans 15:20

"And we have made the word of the prophets more certain,
and you would do well to pay attention to it,
as to a light shining in a dark place,
until the day dawns and the morning star
rises in your hearts."
2 Peter 1:19

"And the Lord's servant must not quarrel;
instead, he must be kind to everyone, able to teach, not resentful.
Those who oppose him he must gently instruct,
in the hope that God will grant them repentance leading them
to a knowledge of the truth, and that they will come to their senses and
escape from the trap of the devil,
who has taken them captive
to do his will."
2 Timothy 2:24-26

"We are therefore Christ's ambassadors,
as though God were making his appeal through us.
We implore you on Christ's behalf :
Be reconciled to God."
2 Corinthians 5:20

"I keep asking that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, may give you
the Spirit of wisdom and revelation, so that you may know him better.
I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened
in order that you may know the hope
to which he has called you ..."
Ephesians 1:17-18

The following five verses from Genesis contain the entire conversation, with the deceptive statements italicized. As you will see, the exact same lies "the serpent" used then, are still being used with great effectiveness today, and can be found in some fashion in every - yes every - fundamental principal of New Age doctrine.

"Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman,
"Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden.’
The woman said to the serpent, ‘We may eat from the trees in the garden, but God did say ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’ ‘You will not surely die,’ the serpent said to the woman. ‘For God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil."                        Genesis 3:1-5

Deception #1 "Did God really say..."

Causing one to doubt the Word of God is always the first thing that must be accomplished in order to deceive a person - to lead them away from knowing God’s will, or plan, for their life.

If one is not open to the Bible, he is open to believe any number of "arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God" (2 Cor 10:5). Remember, the Bible states that "The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so they cannot see the light of the gospel (2 Cor 4:4)."

Our age is full of attempts to discredit the Bible, and the average new-ager may not even own one, except to keep on a shelf in order to of think him or herself as "spiritually diverse." I don’t say this to be mean, I say it from my own life. I owned a Bible, but you couldn’t pay me enough to read from it. In fact, I would not engage in any debate if the other person started a sentence with, "The Bible says ..."

Any New Age or deceptive philosophy will portray the Bible as anywhere from "just a book, albeit a good one," to just plain erroneous - full of mistakes, fables and mistranslations. My own cry was, "There is no way that any book, even if God did originally write it, could still say remotely the same thing it did thousands of years ago." Sound familiar?

 
Jesus believed differently.
"Do not think that I have come to abolish the Law or the Prophets (what we call the Old Testament, or Torah). I have not come to abolish them, but to fulfill them. I tell you the truth, until heaven and earth disappear, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen, will by any means disappear from the Law until everything is accomplished."
Sermon on the Mount - Matthew 5:17-18

Here is what the Bible has to say about itself. First Paul, then Peter (sorry, I don’t do Mary).
"All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness..."
(Paul, to Timothy) 2 Timothy 3:16

"Above all, you must understand that no prophecy of Scripture came about by the prophet’s own interpretation. For prophecy never had its origin in the will of man, but men spoke from God as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit."
2 Peter 2:21-22

The effort to keep people from believing the Bible is, by necessity, Satan’s number one deception. Once a person opens his heart to the scriptures, it has supernatural power to sink in to the spirit man; that person is unalterably changed, and cannot be deceived.

"For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit..." Hebrews 4:12

Jesus said
"If you hold to my teaching ... you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32

Finally, Jesus himself is the Word of God...
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God ... Through him all things were made ... The Word became flesh, and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth..." John 1:1-14

The Bible declares the divinity of Jesus. He took part in the creation. He is God, in the flesh - the only begotten Son. Throughout history, Satan has used many forms of deceptive philosophy to keep people from hearing, thus believing this.

Deception #2 "You will not surely die..."

This statement tricked Eve into thinking that doing something God had said not to, would prove harmless. The implication is that there is no consequence for sin. Whether it means eating "forbidden fruit," committing murder, stealing, or one of any multitude of what God has defined as "sin," Satan wants us to believe that we can get away with it, without a price being paid.

Still today, the rallying cry of anti-Christ philosophy or religion is "if it feels good do it! ...and don’t dare let anyone, or any religious code, tell you not to." However, as we all know from experience, there is often an immediate price or consequence for our sin (addiction, jail, disease, unplanned pregnancy, broken homes and lives), and the gulf between us and God just keeps getting wider, "... for all have sinned, and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23

The death God spoke of is first spiritual, then eventually physical.

"For every living soul belongs to me ... The soul who sins is the one who will die." Ezekiel 18:4

"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 6:23

Because we are descendants of Adam and Eve from after The Fall, we are all born into a state of spiritual separation from the eternal God, with a natural bent toward sin. Because of this lost union, we all die physically as well.

But the Bible says that
" ... man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, so Christ was sacrificed once, to take away the sins of many people ... " Hebrews 9:27-8

The Bible teaches that the moment we die, we enter into our eternal destiny. Some go immediately to torment (Luke 16:22-23), and others join Jesus (Acts 7:54-60 - records the first Christian to die).

 We are born into a condition so separated from God that merely being a "good person" is not enough to get us any closer to him. He’s that perfect; we’re that imperfect. The gulf is like an ocean, and trusting in being a good person to get one to heaven, is like believing that those who are "good swimmers" have the best chance of getting to another continent.

Satan will keep you busy trying though, with "religion," or good deeds, or thinking happy thoughts, but ultimately, the Bible says that we can only receive the pardon for our sins; we cannot earn it.

"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith – and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God – not by works, so that no one can boast." Ephesians 2:8-10

A price will be paid for your sins, and you cannot do enough good to clear your own record. The choice before all mankind is to either trust in Jesus’ atoning death for your sins, or pay the price yourself, in hell. That is why Jesus came. As He said Himself:

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16

"By this gospel you are saved ... For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve ... " 1 Corinthians 15:2-6

It was an exchange! Jesus absorbed all of your "bad karma" on the cross." ... man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment, so Christ was sacrificed once, to take away the sins of many people ... " Hebrews 9:27-8

The finality of death, and the consequences of sin, are two things Satan has been trying to keep from us since day one. He doesn’t want people to know the horror of what really happens at death, or the alternative. But Jesus’ last command, known as The Great Commission, was for his followers to "Go into all the world and preach the good news to all creation..." Mark 16:15

That’s the literal translation of the word gospel - good news!

Deception #3 " ...your eyes will be opened..."

As referenced in Come Sail Away, Saul of Tarsus (known now worldwide as the Apostle Paul) met Jesus, then shortly afterward "something like scales fell from Saul’s eyes" (Acts 9:18). The lyric from the song Amazing Grace, "I once was lost but now I see," is the definitive experience to all born again Christians. One’s eyes are opened, and you never see the world, or people, in the same way again.

And often, there are secrets revealed, but their reality is demonic in its power and origin. Remember, Satan is a fallen angel, who witnessed the Kingdom of God for untold eons before the earth’s creation (Appendix C). He has not a creative bone in his body; he only duplicates and counterfeits what he knows is God’s power. But it’s a sad substitute for the true things of God (see Psychics, Sorcerers, the Scriptures and the Spirit).

The promise to reveal hidden knowledge and powers gains converts because it appeals to our very human pride. We want to be special; we want to be superior to others. False teachers (that Jesus said to be on guard against) led even first-century Christians away from the true gospel at times. Many of the writings of the New Testament letters are written to refute the deceptive philosophies that called themselves Christian (Gnosticism is one sect that arose then, and is on the rise again today).

God’s desire is to reveal secrets to you!

"The Lord confides in those who fear him" Psalm 25:14

"Surely the Sovereign Lord does nothing without revealing his plan to his servants the prophets." Amos 3:7

"He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings deep shadows into the light." Job 12:22

"I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name." Isaiah 45:3

"I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come." Isaiah 46:10

Before his death, John wrote
"I am writing these things to you about those who are trying to lead you astray. As for you, the anointing you received from him remains in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you. But as his anointing teaches you about all things and as that anointing is real, not counterfeit -- just as it has taught you, remain in him." 1 John 2:26

Before his own death, Jesus promised
"And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever -- the Spirit of Truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you ... But the Counselor, the Holy Spirit ... will teach you all things." John 14:16,17 & 26

New Age "wisdom" is but a pale comparison to what God wants to reveal to you.
"We do, however, speak a message of wisdom among the mature, but not the wisdom of this age or of the rulers of this age, who are coming to nothing. No, we speak of God’s secret wisdom, a wisdom that has been hidden and that God destined for our glory before time began. None of the rulers of this age understood it, for if they had, they would not have crucified the Lord of glory. However, as it is written: ‘No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him’ -- but God has revealed it to us by his Spirit. The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God." 1 Corinthians 2:6-10

If secret knowledge is your quest, who do want to receive it from - the creator, or the imitator?

Volumes could be written about this one. Examples of philosophies that claim we are like God are everywhere. "We are all gods." "We are co-creators with God." "We are one with God." "We are on our way back to God."

How does God himself feel about all this?

"Be still, and know that I am God" Psalms 46:10

"I am the Lord; that is my name! I will not give my glory to another..." Isaiah 42:8

"Before me no god was formed, nor will there be one after me..." Isaiah 43:10

"I am the Lord, and there is no other; apart from me there is no God." Isaiah 45:5

Some "Bible scholars" of the New Age movement point to Jesus’ quotation from the Psalms, that says, "... you are gods," to say that even Jesus said that we are all divine. Actually, there are many other passages that these teachers could point to, to support that line of thinking, if they’d bother to read the whole book before teaching from it. The phrases "gods" and " lords" are all over scripture. It denotes title, however, not divinity - much the way a slave a would say to a master, "Yes, my lord."

English nobility uses this frequently, and throughout history, many political leaders have claimed divine status, to ensure the loyalty and obedience of their subjects. It’s easier to rule people who believe that you’re a god. Indeed, the New Testament passage that relates to conversion and salvation, Romans 10:9 ("... if you confess ‘Jesus is Lord") is actually written as an extremely direct opposition to the claim of the age - Roman subjects were required to confess "Caesar is Lord." To claim Jesus as one’s Lord "robbed" the reigning Caesar of his claims of divinity.

In fact, it is this very issue that got Jesus killed. Many today acknowledge him as merely a prophet, a teacher, or a wise man - as something that we could all aspire to, or become. His own claims however, were that he was divine, from the beginning; he did not "become" divine. While the motivations behind his crucifixion were more political than anything, the actual charge against him was blasphemy.

" ‘You are not yet fifty years old,’ the Jews said to him, ‘and you have seen Abraham!’ ‘I tell you the truth,’ Jesus answered, ‘before Abraham was born, I am! ("I AM" is the name God revealed himself to Moses as. The Jews definitely caught Jesus’ usage of the name, and the implication.)’ At this they picked up stones to stone him, but Jesus hid himself, slipping away from the temple grounds." John 8:57-59

" 'I and the Father are one.' Again the Jews picked up stones to stone him, but Jesus said to them, 'I have shown you many great miracles from the Father. For which of these do you stone me?' "We are not stoning you for any of these,' replied the Jews, 'but for blasphemy, because you, a mere man, claim to be God.' " John 10:30-33 (Read all of John, chapter 10, to see Jesus' use of the phrase "you are gods" in it's entire context, and decide for yourself if there's a distinction between that usage, and Jesus’ claims about himself. Then read the actual psalm Jesus quoted - Psalm 82 - and that issue will be put to bed for you for good!) *

" ‘Tell us if you are the Christ, the Son of God.’ ‘Yes, it is as you say,’ Jesus replied... Then the high priest tore his clothes and said, ‘he has spoken blasphemy! Why do we need any more witnesses? Look, now that you have heard the blasphemy. What do you think?’ ‘He is worthy of death,’ they answered. Then they spit in his face and struck him with their fists."
Matthew 26:63-67

Had Jesus recanted, he may have been set free, but he continually claimed that he was the fleshly incarnation of God. Unless he was telling the truth, this was a direct violation of the Old Testament Law, which he kept to the letter. This brings up the famous C.S. Lewis question - is he a liar, a lunatic, or indeed the Lord?

Will you ignore him, spit on him, kill him, or fall to your feet and worship him?

Claiming to be God was once a charge worthy of death. Now it's fashionable. How far we've come. I wonder, would today's New Age teachers be so quick to make this claim if the death sentence were still enforced? Are they as certain of their claims as Jesus was, or as willing to die for you to hear their message?

Or are they merely liars and lunatics?

The commandment to not serve other gods is not a contradiction of the statement that there is only one God. It is meant to protect from those who claim to be gods.

 Real quickly, for those who believe that we are "co-creators" of the world along with God, he poses a challenging series of questions to you, in the book of Job (which many scholars say was written before Genesis).

"Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand.

  Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know!

... On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone -- while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?

"Who shut up the sea behind doors when it burst forth from the womb... when I said, 'This far you may come, and no farther; here is where your proud waves halt?'

"Have you ever given orders to the morning, or shown the dawn its place...?

Have you journeyed to the springs of the sea or walked in the recesses of the deep?

Have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?

Have you comprehended the vast expanses of the earth?

Tell me, if you know all this.

"What is the way to the abode of light?

And where does darkness reside?

Do you know the paths to their dwellings? Surely you know, for you were already born!

You have lived so many years!

"What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed...?

"Can you bind the beautiful Pleiades? Can you loose the cords of Orion?

Can you bring forth the constellations in their seasons or lead out the Bear with its cubs?

Do you know the laws of the heavens?

Can you set up God's dominion over the earth?

"Can you raise your voice to the clouds...?

Do you send the lightning bolts on their way?

"Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night?

"Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom...?

Does the eagle soar at your command...?

"Will the one who contends with the Almighty correct him?

Let him who accuses God answer him!

"Do you have an arm like God's, and can your voice thunder like his?

"Then adorn yourself with glory and splendor, and clothe yourself in honor and majesty. Unleash the fury of your wrath, look at every proud man and bring him low, look at every proud man and humble him, crush the wicked where they stand; Bury them all in the dust together; shroud their faces in the grave.

"Then I myself will admit to you that your own right hand can save you." from Job 38-40

 

God is not the sum of our parts. All is not one, and one is not all.

He's God, and we're not.

Today, we often think too highly of ourselves when we think that the Bible teaches that man is made in God's image. In a sense, we are, but we've fallen from that original image.

Adam was made in God's image, but he fell. Note carefully that scripture teaches that after The Fall, Adam and Eve did not continue to reproduce in God's image - they reproduced humans fallen from the image of God...

"This is the written account of Adam's line. When God created man, he made him in the likeness of God ... When Adam had lived 130 years, he had a son in his own likeness, in his own image; and he named him Seth." Genesis 5:1-3

Big difference, huh? The lineage of Genesis 5 records Adam's descendants to Noah. While Cain and Abel are not mentioned here, they were born after The Fall, and we can assume that they too, and their descendants, were born into the fallen image, no longer as much like God as our society tends to believe.

If that assumption is not fair, and one begins to think that perhaps there are some portions of society born with "God genes," and some not, (before trying to imagine where you probably fall) let's remember that all the inhabitants of the earth were wiped out in The Flood. Only Noah's line, with Adam's spiritual and genetic makeup, continued.

Unfair as it may seem, we are all born into a fallen state, not like God, but separated from him.

But don't get mad at God for that! It was the serpent, remember?

However, God promised, in Genesis 3:15, that from Eve's offspring,
one would arise to crush the serpent's head.

Before we take one final look at Genesis 6, and reintroduce the Nephilim to this study, can you guess who that prophesied champion is? Descended directly from Adam and Eve, from Noah, from Abraham, from King David, and born finally to Joseph and Mary?

Okay, so Joseph and Mary was too good a hint. I gave it away. You know me and Christmas.

God promised that a descendant of Eve's would crush the serpent. Now if you were Satan, and you wanted to prevent this, what would you do?

 
Pollute the bloodline, perhaps?

Since I began writing Come Sail Away, it was suggested to me that Noah was not simply righteous, and therefore God chose him. In fact, right after The Flood recedes, the Bible points out that he slips into sin, like so many of us "righteous folk" do. He's Adam's descendant, sure enough.

But is it possible, that in his age of rampant visitations and half-breed humans, that perhaps Noah and his line were among the only genetically pure people left in the earth?

If the Nephilim are society's darlings - "heroes of old, men of renown" (Gen 6:4) - and these "sons of God" are "marrying" any human daughter they choose (Gen 6:2), who's left in that age that hasn't been visited? Take into account that his three sons had wives from other lines, along with the somewhat limited population of the earth at that time, and do the math! The odds are fast-becoming pretty high against a genetically pure bloodline.

The earth was destroyed because of the great wickedness that abounded then, and the "visitors" were at least a great part of that. Was Noah's the only family left that was capable of producing the Messiah? Is that why they were chosen?

Who knows? But it's a killer theory!

Giants also continued to roam the land (Goliath was one of them), so we know that the visitor activity continued, and God commanded the Israelites to destroy every race that was polluted by their presence...

Today's children of God are taught that "...we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." (Eph 6:12 KJV).

Stupid as it sounds to come out and say, our fight is with demons.

We also know that, during the days of Noah, the earth was destroyed as a result of the great wickedness caused by mankind’s turning away from the God of the Bible, and idolizing these beings...

The parallels are there for those who care to see them; and there's not a ufologist out there worth his salt who doesn't believe that today's visitors aren't tampering with our genetics, "for our own good."

Yeh, right.

It's a New Age, but it's an ancient lie.

The Rapture will occur. The UFOs will land. The End will come.

Only the order of these occurrences is debatable.

Thousands of years ago, to Job, God posed the question, "Where were you when the earth was formed?"

Today the question is, where will you be when it's destroyed? Whose teachings will you be following when your time comes? Jesus'? Or Shirley McLaine’s? Or Whitley Strieber's?

"For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to hear what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths. But you, keep your head in all situations, endure hardship, do the work of an evangelist..."
2 Timothy 4:3-4

 
If you want true enlightenment, if you want true power, and if you really want to live forever, then you need Jesus.

If you've read this far, by now you know how to get in touch with him.

Thanks for hanging with me this long.

Gotta go be Noah now.

Gotta go check my e-mail.


See who wants in.

I summon you by name and bestow on you a title of honor,
though you do not acknowledge me.

I am the Lord, and there is no other;
apart from me there is no God.

I will strengthen you, though you have not acknowledged me,
so that from the rising of the sun to the place of its setting
men may know there is none besides me.
I am the Lord, and there is no other.

I form the light and create darkness,
I bring prosperity and create disaster;
I, the Lord, do all these things...

Woe to him who quarrels with his maker...
Does the clay say to the potter
‘What are you making?’

This is what the Lord says -- the Holy One of Israel,
and its Maker:
Concerning things to come, do you question me
about my children,
or give me orders about the work of my hands?

It is I who made the earth and created mankind upon it.
My own hands stretched out the heavens;
I marshalled their starry hosts...

For this is what the Lord says -- he who created the heavens,
he is God; he who fashioned and made the earth, he founded it;
he did not create it to be empty, but formed it to be inhabited –
he says:

I am the Lord, and there is no other.

I have not spoken in secret, from somewhere in a land of darkness...
Gather together and come; assemble, you fugitives from the nations.
Ignorant are those who carry about idols of wood,
who pray to gods that cannot save...

Who foretold this long ago, and declared it from the distant past?
Was it not I, the Lord? And there is no God apart from me,
a righteous God and a Saviour,

there is none but me.

Turn to me and be saved, all you ends of the earth;

for I am God,

and there is no other."

Relevant Questions

and perhaps, some answers

Copyright 1997, 1998 Guy Malone                                                                     Print and Copy Freely (see guidelines)

During the stages of writing Come Sail Away, I gave many early copies of the first drafts to those close to me, as well as sent out early versions of the webpage to other people with UFO websites, to request links. Also, I received a few hits from the page, before I even started "marketing" it. Many people had questions that I either hadn't covered, or hadn't even thought about. I would answer as best I could, which often wasn't sufficient. At first, I usually responded that I'm no expert in this subject; but as it seems to be turning out, I guess I am. That answer simply is not going to work any longer. In addition, the process of writing brought many questions and issues to my mind, which I also had never thought about. The more you know, the more you find out you don't know.

This section will be dedicated to covering, as best I can, many of the more peripheral questions that the subject brings with it. While I am not interested in most of the more "tangent" issues (such as, "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" or "How many gray aliens does it take to screw in a light bulb?" None - they can see in the dark. Besides, they've got all the government employees they need to do things like that for them.), some questions definitely deserve attention, and an honest attempt at an answer. I will always try to supply the most Biblical answer that I am able to. That slant, or bias, may not work for some of you, but hey, with a name like UFOs and the Bible...

I will not be quoting large Biblical texts in this section (!), but will simply give the reference, if there are any that I know of (if you need a Bible, let me know). Some may have incomplete, perhaps even evasive, answers. Some I'll be able to farm out to others who have been at this longer than I have. Some will be simply my best guess.

And some I just made up, to get this page started, and to avoid being asked later.

If you have a "relevant question" that I haven't at least tried to answer, here, in Come Sail Away, or Appendix A, B, or C, E-mail it to me, or write the P.O. Box. If it's a good one, I'll add it to this site, and I'll also see if I can hook you up with a free set of those night-vision goggles!

While I used to, there simply is no good reason to, yet. There is still no definitive indication of it in the general scientific community, or the Bible - though some try to make it seem that way with the "sons of God" references. The original Hebrew word, Elohim, is a word that means angels, and (as stated in previous writings) the "angels" in all of the Biblical references UFO people use are, every time, the fallen angels. However, the Biblical reference that many believe describes Lucifer's expulsion from Heaven (Appendix), does mention that he walked among "fiery stones," which could be a reference to the other planets, perhaps in the earlier stages of creation. Mars seems to be a focal point for this study. Brenda, at Watcher, has tons of awesome info on this, as well as the face on Mars, and its connection to the Pyramids, Stonehenge, etc. Give that site a visit, and tell her hi for me. On the flip side Tim, at NACOMM, has tons of articles that account for the possibility of genuine life on other planets, and poses them as possibly seekers of God through our planet's relationship with Jesus Christ, or possibly as other "unfallen" races, or maybe as bad guys. His speculative approach is very sound Biblically, and allows for a great deal more scientific inquiry than most of us Christians do. He has lots of stuff on The Nephilim, too. Check it out!

I'm definitely not opposed to the idea that there could be genuine, intelligent life forms on other planets, though. OF COURSE IT'S POSSIBLE, and logic, science, and religion, would all be extremely narrow to absolutely, dogmatically say that there's not, and try to pretend as if they knew for sure. If we ever are formally visited by a race from another planet, however, we'd better hope to God that they're not like us, or then we'll really be in trouble. Can you imagine them telling us that they "come in peace," offer us all kinds of shiny cool stuff, in exchange for, say, Manhattan Island, then proceed to take over the whole planet from there? It could happen, white man!

However (fast becoming my favorite word), I am as certain as I can be, that what our society is currently fascinated with is not visitations from other worlds. What has our attentions now is demonic, in case I hadn't quite made myself clear on that opinion, which I base muchly on the "fruit" of the phenomenon. As I stated at the very end of Come Sail Away (and shame on you if you skipped over the alter call), I do believe, once Jesus returns and sets up the Kingdom of God on Earth, that born again people will inhabit the stars. Many well-studied Christian people may not believe this, however (or have never looked at it in that light), and of all the other stuff I've written so far, that idea is probably the most open to question, doctrinally speaking. Fine, I'll go without them. (Just like I'm staying for the good stuff, if the timing of the Rapture is Pre-Trib, after all.)

As to the other planets and star-systems themselves, ego-centric as it may sound to some, Genesis does say that the reason they were created was for our benefit (Gen 1:14-18), and even they will fall from the sky and be no more. There will be a new heaven and a new earth (Rev 21:1). The entire purpose of all creation is to bring forth a Bride for Christ, and that purpose for creating the universe in the first place is only fulfilled in born again humanity, whom even the angels are servants to (Hebrews 1:13-14).

Yes, of course God could have created life anywhere else, and yes, Jesus could have gone to other planets, but there's nothing in the Bible that indicates this. (John 10:16 is a way long stretch, and firstly refers to the nations, considering that the then Jewish-only disciples of Jesus were pretty in the dark at the time about God's plan to include the Gentile nations.)

So far neither does the Bible indicate, nor has science offered any empirical proof, of non-earthly sentient life. The part left to imagination has been capitalized upon by demonic deception, and has, so far, led us far away from God.

If our government does actually announce that they have been "in contact," I sincerely hope the wanderlust of it all doesn't cause our brothers and sisters in the scientific community to swallow it wholesale, without at least requiring as much proof and testing as it takes to get a new diet pill approved.

No, I do not believe there is sentient life on other planets.

My best guess, as always, hinges upon the underlying assumption that the visitor phenomenon that we are currently experiencing is demonic. People, households, and especially bloodlines that have an active relationship with God through Jesus Christ are under a specific "umbrella" of covenant protection from much of the evil present in the world-system (Psalm 91, Malachi 3:10, Duet 28:7 and 20, for starters). The story of Israel's Exodus from Egypt (Exodus ch 3-15), and the protection God provided from the plagues, describe this concept wonderfully, and the Passover Lamb (ch 12) is prophetically symbolic of the covenant Jesus would seal, with his blood. In the book of Job, Satan first had to ask God to remove the "hedge of protection" from Job before Satan could strike him at all, and in each case, limits were set (Job 1:10-11 and 2:6).

The bad news is, God does lift this protection for specific reasons, and bad things do happen to good people, but the overall teaching of the whole Bible is that walking with God brings blessing and protection, and he gives his angels charge over us. Families and individuals that are without Christ are largely without this protection, and are wide open to satanic assault of any variety. Often the prayer of others covers those who are without this protection, but not forever.

On the other side of the coin, those who are in sin bring curses upon themselves and their descendants (Duet 28:20, Exodus 20:4-5 for starters), and these are often spoken of as generational curses (Exodus 20:4-5 - The 2nd Commandment). Many of the sicknesses that modern science labels as "hereditary" fall into this category, as do curses involving sexual sins, witchcraft, addiction, poverty and insanity. Spirits often become "familiar" to a bloodline (in his books, Whitley Strieber often speaks of the visitors growing relationship with his son), and children end up victims of demonic oppression for generations because of "the sins of the fathers." These curses and "cycles" can all be broken by the blood of Jesus, by the generation that repents, as he became a curse for us (Galatians 3:13). The Appendix covers this in great detail.

It would be interesting to do surveys, but in general it is known that people who have experienced intense "visitor" phenomenon, are from families that are not strongly Christian, and the individuals involved have many "open doors" for demonic activity, such as witchcraft, drug abuse, or occult involvement (again, see The Appendix).

I'm not sure, but definitely before I was ten. My best guess, and this is just something I believe the Lord allowed me to piece together, has to do with the fact that my other grandmother, from my dad's side, also lived with us for a while before her death. She was a strong, 1950's style Pentecostal Christian. Perhaps her presence in our house brought a residual blessing, or perhaps she "discerned" an evil afflicting the house. I believe that her presence, prayers, and possibly "spiritual warfare," caused the visitations to stop, in time, one way or another. I am certain that her prayers "plowed the ground" for my eventual salvation, as God honors faith and obedience, and His word promises that members of your household and bloodline will receive his salvation.

Now I don't intend to sound mean, but this is only ever said by people who have never read it.

Those who have read it, simply don't make that statement. The most humble simply admit that there are "disputable matters," and then follow the Bible's admonition to not make great arguments out of lesser issues (the most vocal, however, are often not the most humble, when it comes to these other issues). But all agree that the "main issue" of the Bible is Jesus Christ. The central mandate of the Bible, outside of knowing Him better, is to preach the gospel.

To be fair, it's the Christians who get off of the central theme of the Bible, that scare everybody else off; and we know that. But what can you do?

But for those non-Christians who have read only small portions, and then attempt to "interpret the Bible," the analogies are really wide open. Would you want a surgeon who'd only read a small part of the book pertaining to your operation, but had no experience? Would you want a financial manager who only occasionally ever glanced at a few magazines? You see what I mean. This attitude, while totally illogical, permeates the mindset of otherwise logical people in regard to one issue and one issue only - the Bible. I simply challenge you to read it through once, then interpret it all you want to. And let me know what you come up with.

When you get down to it though, there are really only two ways that people ever interpret the Bible. One is to already know what you want it to say, and go at it looking for ways to prove the agenda of your heart (and then the Lord will only answer you according to your agenda - Ezekiel 14:3-4). The other is to open the Bible with an admission that you don't know everything, and read it asking God to reveal the truth to you, even if finding truth might mean risking all that you already know.

 I'm not saying that it necessarily will, or that you'll find ultimate truth for your life, but are you willing to take the chance?

 If you're not, never use the word "closed-minded" to refer to another Christian again, because you just lost your right to that word.

We all know that the government has to do secret tests of advanced aircraft; we'd feel unsafe if we didn't think it was going on. The question open to debate is where they get their ideas from. My feeling, as you know, is that they come from the same place they got the idea, and technology, for the Tower of Babel.

Don't forget, thousands of years ago, the Pyramids were the technological marvel of the world, and arguably might still be (and that was one demonized society). Stonehenge has got some serious advanced math built into it, too.

They’re spirits beings, who existed in heaven since probably before our universe was created. God said "Let there be light," and they watched it happen. They probably witnessed the Big Bang. They watched our planet cool. If any of this is true, they should have a better understanding of physics than Albert Einstein. Whatever our level of technology might be at any given time, it's no trick to show us the next step, even if God was wanting to wait for us to mature a little more, before giving us "the next step..."


"The release of atom power has changed everything except our way of thinking...
  If only I had known, I should have become a watchmaker." - Albert Einstein

"You will not surely die..." - Satan

The "stereo-typical" experience - actually I should say - most common occurrences, involve this scenario: The person involved is awakened from their sleep, sees these "beings" all around him or her, is fearful, but unable to move, then perhaps spirited away from their home, maybe undergoes some sort of examination, or even sexual experience, and then returned to their bed.

The common thread is torment.

My belief is that they usually don’t actually physically leave their home, but that the visitors appear and communicate with us most often while we are in a stage of sleeping or dreaming that is ripe for other-wordly experience.

Many UFO researchers believe that the visitors are possibly other-dimensional, rather than from other planets. They are from a "dimension occupying the same physical space as earth, but a different plane," thus explaining the overall lack of physical evidence of their visit (except for possible physical marks on the person, which is common in many types of demonic manifestations and encounters). "Other-dimensional" is an apt description of the "second heaven" of the Bible (a.k.a., the demonic realm -Eph 6:12).

They then initiate an astral, or out-of-body, experience with the subject of the visitation, giving them memories of leaving their home, flying to different places, or of being on a ship or any other "dreamscape." The more often this happens to a person (or the more experienced they already are with occult or drug-induced "altered states") the more prone they would be to participate in an "abduction." The experiences would take on greater and greater depth and detail, and seem more and more realistic. After a certain point, some may even leave their homes willingly, perhaps without remembering doing so, and go to a place that is a focal point for demonic activity. In folklore, "haunted woods" tales come to mind.

Kind of late, I realize, but let me state that this is how I believe it happened in my case. While physical abductions are in keeping with