Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 20: Airport

5 Days Until Christmas
6 Days Until Abduction
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In 1989, two “Nordics” appeared in Whitley Strieber’s home (though humanoid and blonde, the Nordics share many characteristics with Strieber’s more alien-looking visitors, and have been reported by contactees and abductees since the 1950s).
They asked him if there was anything they could do for him, and without thinking he responded,”You could show me one of your children.” Perhaps he wanted to see evidence that the visitors reproduce and rear their young just as we do, or wished to understand their family dynamics. It was a tall order, and he didn’t really expect the Nordics to oblige him.

Some time later, Strieber was waiting at the baggage check-in at the Denver airport (not the current one that is reputed to be an alien base and/or a headquarters for the Illuminati). He watched three people join the line behind him, and was astonished to recognize one of them as the mysterious physicist from Boulder, another a female “gray”, and the third a boy roughly six years of age who stood an astonishing five and a half feet tall. The gray visitor was crudely disguised by latex and makeup (one wonders how she managed to hide her elongated, four-fingered hands) .
The trio carried golf clubs, as though destined for an ordinary vacation. No one other than Strieber paid any attention to them until the man and the boy began to play pattycake, speeding up the game until their hands were visible only as a blur. This brought a round of applause from onlookers.
Then the tall child left the line and walked towards a wall, simply vanishing before he reached it. Aside from Strieber, no one appeared to notice his disappearing act. Was the boy heading to Gate 7 1/2, I wonder?

Strieber believes this odd, not-so-little boy was a human-alien hybrid, presented in response to his request of the Nordics.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 19: Bookstore

6 Days Until Christmas
7 Days Until Abduction
bookstore

Given the eerie, otherworldly appearance of Whitley Strieber’s visitors, it seems supremely unlikely that such beings could blend into an everyday urban setting without causing alarm to everyone who saw them. But according to a book editor, that’s exactly what happened on a cold winter day in 1987. His story, as told to Strieber, appears in Transformation.

Bruce Lee (yes, really) was a senior editor with Morrow, which published Communion in January 1987. One afternoon late in the month, Lee and his wife walked into a bookstore in Manhattan (revealed in Solving the Communion Enigma to have been the now-defunct Madison Avenue Bookshop). Lee wanted to check out the store’s Communion display, which was located five or six rows back from the front entrance. Satisfied, he showed the display to his wife, then wandered off to browse through the fiction shelves.
As Lee was looking at a novel, he saw two people enter the store and make a beeline for the Communion display. The first thing he noticed about this couple was that they both seemed rather short (no taller than five feet). The second thing he noticed was that even for a cold day, they were extraordinarily well-bundled; both had thick scarves wrapped around their faces and wore their hats low on their heads. They also wore large, dark sunglasses. The man and woman each grabbed a copy of Strieber’s book and paged rapidly through it, evidently speed-reading, exchanging comments as they did so. Curious, Lee moved closer to he couple and eavesdropped on their conversation. He heard them say things like, “He’s got that part wrong.”
After listening to this exchange for a while, Lee introduced himself to the couple and asked them what they found objectionable about the book. The man and woman gazed up at him wordlessly, and it was then he noticed their eyes were remarkably large and dark behind their sunglasses. Worse, they exuded an air of menace as they looked at him.
Lee wrote in a letter to Strieber, “I was brought up on a farm. I know what it is to look into the eyes of a mad dog.”
He backed away, found his wife, and urged her to leave the store with him immediately.

Strieber observed the same fierceness in the visitors on many occasions, but he has also sensed great humour, wisdom and love in their actions.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 18: Blimp

7 Days Until Christmas
8 Days Until Abduction

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When Communion was first published in 1987, some readers were troubled by the lack of corroborative evidence for Whitley Strieber’s account. If UFOs were scooping him out of the woods in the wee hours, why weren’t his neighbours disturbed by bright lights or mysterious noises?
In his 2011 book Solving the Communion Enigma, Strieber revealed for the first time that two of his neighbours in New York did witness something highly unusual on the night of his December 26, 1985 abduction. This couple was returning home from a Christmas party around 2:30 AM. About a mile from home, they spotted a huge, cylindrical object standing in a field. At first, they thought it was a blimp that had landed there for some reason. Thinking the passengers could be in need of help, the man parked his car and approached the landed object. That was when he heard screams coming from inside the blimp. He broke into a run. At the same time, lights blinked on around the exterior of the craft, and it began to move slowly in his direction. Something about this deeply spooked the man. He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and fled back to his car to find his wife in a similar state of panic. They both suddenly doubted that this thing was a blimp.

Years later, after Communion was published, the man and his wife read Whitley’s account of screaming inside the UFO on the  night of his abduction, and realized they may have been the only human witnesses to this event.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 17: Trolls

8 Days Until Christmas
9 Days Until Abduction

kobold

The wrinkled, robotic “trolls” that Whitley Strieber saw in the summer of 1987 have possibly made appearances to other abductees, in other places, in other times. Strieber’s friend Lorie Barnes encountered them in her bedroom in the 1950s; they told her they had no interest in her, only in the female child she was carrying (and this baby did, indeed, turn out to be a girl).

In the summer of 2010, Strieber had a particularly interesting interview with a Canadian man on his online radio show, Dreamland. Alan Lamers claims that numerous people have vanished in the rainforest on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi. While he was working in remote villages on the island’s south side, locals warned him never to wear bright colours into the forest, for they could attract the attention of the djinn (demons). The djinn will spirit away any man who ventures too deeply into their territory, they said. According to Lamers, one man did wear an item of yellow clothing into the forest during his time there, and was attacked by an unseen entity that scratched or bit his legs. Some people return to their villages after their companions vanish, but are unable to remember what they saw.
One man who could remember a little of his time in the forest reported some very strange sights: Mysterious beasts with tremendous antlers, rushing figures dancing in the corners of his eyes, and a diminutive being with the same tan, wrinkled flesh as Strieber’s trolls. His three companions disappeared on that trip, and have not been recovered in spite of an intensive search.

Early in his visitor experiences, Strieber encountered other troll-like, blue-skinned entities. In Communion, he notes an interesting fact: The kobold, a sprite of German folklore, was often said to dwell in mines and other places beneath the earth. Cobalt ore, and the colour cobalt, bear the name of this creature.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 16: Spiders

9 Days Until Christmas
10 Days Until Abduction

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the painting is Spider by Michael Sowa

It’s hard to categorize the story of the spiders, as told in Whitley Strieber’s Breakthrough (1995) and Solving the Communion Enigma (2011). Are they connected to Strieber’s visitors, or are they something else entirely – something much darker?

It began with the beings I’ll call the little people. In the summer of 1992, Strieber began to hear extremely loud thudding noises on the roof of his new cabin, directly above the attic-like room where he meditated each night. One night, a group of tiny humanoid figures descended through the roof, like ghosts, and rushed around the meditation room in a frenzy. crashing into furniture and knocking against walls. Strieber wanted a deeper relationship with the visitors – true communion – but he had not expected this. He dashed from the room in a panic, and didn’t return to it that night.
Sometime later, he woke to find four tiny men standing beside his bed, staring at him with fierce, coal-black eyes. They seemed entirely human, but stood only about three feet tall. They wore identical white tunics, cinched at the waist.
They did not speak, then or later. They simply stared at Strieber, and he experienced the same thing he had felt while meditating earlier: Guilt. Images of people he had wronged and sins he had committed flashed through his mind like an awful home movie, agonizing him. Inwardly, he swore never to sin again. This was all he had to say in Breakthrough. In Solving the Communion Enigma, though, he added that he had been particularly haunted by the memory of a woman who had tempted him at one time (in this second version of the story, the appearance of the little people isn’t mentioned, raising the possibility that the two incidents occurred on separate nights).
The little people rushed from the room then and seemed to vanish. Uneasy, Strieber tried to return to sleep, with shame and regret still swirling in his head. He wondered if the sins of his past were preventing him from having a fuller relationship with the visitors, for there seemed to be no doubt in his mind that the little people were involved with the visitors.
That’s when he heard a rustling noise and opened his eyes. Above the bed, suspended from a ceiling beam, were several large black masses he didn’t immediately recognize.
They were spiders. Four of them (or, in the second account, two). Black, hourglass spiders with yellow markings. But these were not ordinary spiders; each was at least a foot long, with a leg span of about two feet. One of them was hanging directly over Anne’s side of the bed, weaving a web. Strieber felt certain these creatures were linked, somehow, to his sins and regrets. He was very contrite and very fearful, terrified that one of the spiders would fall on Anne unless he atoned. Again, he pledged to sin no more. He also resolved to protect his sleeping wife from these nightmarish things, and fought his fear to get back into bed and put his arm around her, shielding her.
Abruptly, the spiders disappeared.
Strieber concluded they had been a projection of his own fears, coaxed into reality by the little people, or the visitors, or both. If the idea had been to steel his resolve to face himself as he really was and become a better person, it was successful.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 15: War

10 Days Until Christmas
11 Days Until Abduction
war

In the autumn of 1987, Whitley Strieber received a letter at his cabin from a man he didn’t know, despite the fact that he had jealously guarded his address for many years. The return address was in Dallas. The letter-writer included a phone number, also in Dallas, so Strieber called him.
The man proceeded to reel out a long, involved story about the visitors’ purpose on Earth. In this tale, the gray aliens are more or less evil, predatory invaders who abduct humans to reap genetic material. Their natural enemies are the tall, Nordic-looking blonde humanoids often reported by abductees. The grays and the Nordics, he explained, are at war with one another. Many previous civilizations did battle with the visitors and did not come out the other side. The gray “soul infectors”  invade so slowly, in such incremental advances, that no one realizes what is happening until it is too late. Meanwhile, the government is frantically trying to cover up the presence of aliens, knowing that if people begin to accept them as real, they will have a green light to complete their invasion of the planet. Abductees like Strieber are making things easier for the wicked grays, he implied, and Strieber has an obligation to switch sides in the battle. “We have a war to win, here,” he said, “and you’ve ended up on the frontline.”

At first, Strieber found the whole thing far too simplistic. It sounded more like a sci-fi movie plot or a reflection of Cold War mentality than a real scenario. Why would an entire race of beings be “good”, and another “bad”? Admittedly, this was a view he adopted early in his visitor experiences, but by the fall of 1987 he saw the visitors as a far more subtle presence. He even detected a deep morality in many of their actions. Gradually, though, he came around to the view that there may be some sort of conflict or strain between the different visitors. He suspects that his cabin in New York was situated in a neutral zone.

After about forty minutes of one-sided conversation, the man on the other end of the phone was irate with Strieber’s refusal to accept his claims at face value, and the call ended on a bitter note.
This could easily have been passed off as communications from a conspiracy-minded crank, but Strieber was unsettled by the man’s persistence. He had acquired a mailing address that wasn’t easy to get, and over the phone he had been both angry and fanatical. There was the possibility he could be dangerous. So, Strieber set out to track him down. He hired a private detective, who learned that the Dallas address and phone number were located at the same mail drop in the back room of a Dallas copy shop. All mail and incoming calls were forwarded to another location, which turned out to be another mail drop. The phone number attached to this one forwarded all calls to a Department of Defense exchange in Colorado. Ultimately, the numbers were traced to a physicist who lived on the evocatively named Lost Angel Road in the foothills of the Colorado Rockies.
Strieber phoned him, and though he didn’t sound at all like the man who told him about the war, he did provide some additional details: Several households in the Boulder area were “under pressure” from the Noridics, part of a turf war between the Nordics and the grays. Strieber was never able to determine exactly what role this scientist played in the whole affair. The man hinted that he was an alien-human hybrid, and a photograph Strieber obtained did portray a very peculiar-looking man with deep-set eyes. In 1989, he would encounter this man in Denver under very unusual circumstances…but we’ll save that for another day.
In 1988, fifty homes on and near Lost Angel Road were engulfed in flame. The physicist’s house was one of those destroyed in the fire. From information gleaned from other sources, Strieber learned that this fire may have had some connection to the turf war between the Nordics and the grays.

Strieber incorporated the mysterious man on Lost Angel Road and the war between Nordics and grays into his novel The Grays.

Alien Abduction Advent Calendar Day 14: Guardian

11 Days Until Christmas
12 Days Until Abduction

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In 1993, Whitley Strieber realized that a mysterious young man was lurking around his cabin in New York. When the Striebers heard sounds of movement in the woods around their cabin and caught whiffs of cigarette smoke throughout the summer of 1996, they decided he had become a permanent fixture. On several occasions, Whitley discovered piles of cigarette butts beneath trees close to the cabin.
Strieber suspected the man was a human-visitor hybrid because, although he had all the physical characteristics of a human  being, he exhibited the “same testy, frantic affect that characterized the grays that I had previously encountered”, as Strieber explained in a Q&A for his novel Hybrids. This affect was so exaggerated that Strieber thought the boy suffered from some mental illness, probably schizophrenia. He also entertained the thought that the guardian was a failed genetic experiment of the visitors, perhaps left behind to watch over their “asset”.
He first mentioned this person in an online journal entry of April 14, 2008. “In 1996, the visitors posted a guardian in the woods behind our house.” This guardian looked like a child who had grown to adulthood with ever entering puberty, and his erratic behaviour, combined with his stunted stature, led Strieber to think of him at times as a “sinister chainsmoking dwarf.” Incredibly, there were indications that the guardian sometimes entered the Striebers’ cabin and spent the night in a guest room. The rest of the time, he evidently occupied a series of crude little sheds he built in the woods around the cabin. Strieber sensed that he was not only shy, but that he found people too emotional and too unpredictable for his tastes. He was unhappy.

This was not the first unusual boy Strieber had seen near the cabin. Before Communion was published, he actually saw a black-haired young boy, roughly 11 years old, standing inside the cabin, but the child literally vanished before he could say anything to him. Weeks later, his son reported a “strange kid” on the private road that ran in front of the cabin. Strieber saw that it was his disappearing boy, this time on a black bicycle. He wore a bizarre shirt that looked like it was made from knife blades. When Strieber approached him, he disappeared in the direction of the woods without making a sound.
In 1993, he had his first encounter with the guardian. He saw what he took to be a young boy sitting beneath a tree on his property, smoking a cigarette. But when he approached the youth and told him to be sure he extinguished his cigarette, he saw that the “boy” had a wrinkled, weathered face. He was wearing a tan jumpsuit, not dissimilar from what the visitors sometimes wore. And the “cigarette” was really a small silver wand, something Strieber had seen in the hands of visitors on several notable occasions. The “boy” didn’t say a word; he just growled.

Strieber believes the visitors stationed this peculiar little guardian in the woods to protect him from human enemies. Ironically, though, he found the guardian frightening and his chainsmoking repulsive.
Just why would he need a protector, anyway? As Strieber explains it, locals were growing very alarmed by his presence in the area, and by the spooky things he seemed to bring with him (keep in mind that this cabin was not the same one where Strieber had his initial experiences, but a second cabin he and Anne had built in the early ’90s). The neighbours were distressed by the appearance of bright lights in the sky, and some held the opinion that the visitors – and Strieber along with them – were demonic in nature. Their cabin was broken into at least twice (not by visitors this time); one of the burglars made off with a check for $5000. Then, starting in 1994, the Striebers received anonymous phone calls warning that some area residents were plotting to harm Whitley, perhaps even murder him, and pass it off as a hunting accident. This part of the story strikes me as rather unlikely, on a practical level. Who in their right mind decides to kill a neighbour just because he has some weird, paranormal experiences? It seems more likely that Strieber’s caller was trying to scare him out of the area.

In the late ’90s, the Striebers suffered severe financial setbacks that forced them to sell their cabin and move to a small, rather drab apartment in Whitley’s native San Antonio. It was a depressiving, discouraging time for them. Their new neighbourhood was a typical urban setting, a world removed from the quiet and isolation of their cabin.
One night, Strieber detected the familiar odor of cigarette smoke. A short time later, a neighbour told him that a boy about 12 years of age had been lurking around the building, even climbing up an exterior wall that had no toeholds whatsoever.
Strieber caught a glimpse of the guardian dashing away from his apartment one night. Thereafter, he would lurk in the shadows every night, smoking and watching just as he had done in New York.
Then, in broad daylight, Strieber saw the guardian striding down the street with a cigarette in his mouth, looking enraged. That was his last sighting of the guardian. Who (or what) he was, and why he followed the Striebers all the way to Texas, is a mystery.