At 41 years old, like many, I have questioned the roads that I have chosen. I have also questioned some of the experiences that I have endured. The problem being that most people have not had to question an insane idea that crosses the boundaries between imagination and physical being. But, remaining is to whom to you go to for the answers to such questions?

     The idea of the alien abduction experience, for my self, is in itself is mind boggling, yet it is an answer to the question that I have to seriously consider. There are so many experiences in my life that "fit" the abduction experience, yet the whole idea of alien abduction is absolutely ludicrous. I don't consder myself to be "crazy" by any stretch of the imagination. I am certainly open and a "free spirit", if you will and I consider all things possible that one can imagine. Human history proves this to be true. Yet, there are many things such as the abduction experience that are so taboo in our society as a whole that it must be questioned at every facet. It has to be looked at from an unbiased point of view, to weed out the non truths.

     Many reputable people have performed serious studies into the alien abduction experience, such as the late Dr. John Mack of Harvard. The biggest hurdle into this subject is the lack of physical evidence for scientific study, yet, physical evidence does exist. There have been many times that I have awoken in the mornings and have had unusual markings or bruises that I wasn't able to explain. These are physical trace evidences, and there are a plethora of such documented cases such as mine that go unheaded by main stream science because of the possible source of the incident, which brings me to the question of the studies such as dream study, or even religion.

     It is accepted world wide by everyone on the planet that we all dream. It is said that we all dream continuosly throughout the night, even if we don't remember it, yet there is no physical evidence that we dream, is there?: but we all accept the fact that we dream? We dream during our sleep and sometimes we day dream when we are awake, but there is no physical evidence that we dream.

      Ninety percent of the planet believe in a higher power that effectivly has an impact on our daily lives. God or Alah; there are many names for it, but the belief system is there, yet there is no physical evidence of a "God" being anywhere on the planet that I am aware, but people believe blindly.  This is neither a good thing or bad, I myself believe in god in a more agnostic capacity, but I now question is it because it is the way that society has shaped me or is it because that I used my own analytical skills to theorize that god exists?

       I have wanted to put down on "paper", some form of documentation of my experiences. This seems to be the perfect forum for it. I can write, I can analyze and possibly make some sense out of it all, and if there are people that have thoughts on my experiences, you can contact me through this web site. If  you read this and have an opinion on either side, great, this is for me.

 As a Young Child

     It is funny that some things you can remember as a child and some things you can not. I am no different, yet the things that I remember definitely were "tramatic", for the lack of a better word, such as funerals or family reunions or things that I didn't understand, including reoccuring dreams.

     One such dream, I'm guessing when I was around five years old, had me walking down a dirt road (which fits because I grew up in a rural farming community in Oklahoma). The area that I was walking in was obviously a wooded area as there were trees on both sides of the road. If you can picture it, I am waking from left to right. On my left side the landscape runs upward at a fairly steep angle and on my right, the landscape runs down at the same ange. I have a definite sense of being watched. The whole scene is colorless, not in the sense of "black and white", but of a dark "cloak" over the whole scene. I come to a place in the road where there is a wooden fence, not unlike the privacy fences that you see in neighborhoods everywhere and there is part of a board missing at the bottom of it. I bend down to look through the hole and I see looking back at me a large black eye looking back at me, and my anxiety level shoots through the roof.

     Around ten years of age which was around 1977, I have a distinct memory of waking up one morning and I"m thinking that it had to have been a Saturday morning. The air was cool and crisp but the vegitation was starting to turn green, and I had a jacket on. We lived in a very old wood frame house, which for it's age, was in pretty good shape. When you walked out in the back yard, the first thing you saw was to your right, an old 1966 Dodge Dart, the kind of car that had the push button automatic gear shift. (If you don't know what i'm talking about, its pretty useless in trying to explain it). At that time, my grandparents also drove a white, 1966 Bonneville (beautiful car) and my grandpa drove a 1966 Ford Pick up truck, which had, like stick on horse heads, on both doors. (never understood that). Also out back was an old chicken coop that my grandma and grandpa would raise chickens in. There was not alot of chickens mind you, but in the spring time we would buy a bunch of chicks and feed them for, i'm guessing about six months and then my grandma and grandpa would kill them and freeze them, or most of them as they kept a few for eggs, but I digress.

     I walk out toward the chicken coop and I notice a full moon in the morning sky. It was around 9:00 when I went outside that morning and it is not uncommon to see the full moon in the morning sky, but the odd thing was, I would look at the moon and look away and repeat this action several times, but everytime I looked at it and looked away, it seemed to get bigger. The last time that I looked at it, it was like it was right on top of me. The best way that I can describe it is, it looked as big as the ceiling that i'm looking at right now as I"m writing this, literally right on top of me.

     The next thing that I know, my grandma is yelling out the back door that lunch is ready. Now the duration of this whole event, to me was only about five minutes at best, but when I went back inside for lunch, it was 11:30.

     I guess this would be considered a "missing time" episode. This incident would be revisited in later years but for now, that is all that I will write about. It is unreasonable to me that if a person could experience such a thing and it not ever happen again. Such mental irregularities, one would reason, would happen more than once in a persons life and that one could theorize that there was a rational explanation that would explain these particular happenings. Why have I not had a "missing time" episode since?

Marriage

     At 41 years old, I have been married three times. My first marriage lasted three years, my second marriage lasted three years and I have been married to my third wife for over eight years now. In those three marriages I had one daughter from my first wife and one daughter from my third wife, but all of my wives had something in common; They all miscarried at least one child, our first. I did not, at any time except for in the recent eight years make a connection to the three, but here is what i've come up with. Here are their stories.

Wife number 1

     For arguments sake, we'll call her slut, because the name fits to a T, (O.K. I have anger issues over my first marriage). Slut and I found out we were to be parents a little over a year into our disasterous union. At the time, I did not recognize it as the distaster as it was nor was open to the idea that there were issues within our marriage that I had not recognized. With that being said, I look on my first two marriages as my fault entirely. Looking back it was my failure that I did not make it perfectly clear that after we were married, THEY COULDN'T DATE ANYMORE! There, I feel better.

     About six weeks into the pregnency, the wife and I were out visiting friends and we came home late one night. We lived in the country in a mobile home and had two dogs. Pete was a hound-mutt that stayed outside and Repeat was a poodle mix that stayed indoors. We also had two cats, indoor of course. At the time of our arrival that night, the first thing that I noticed was the absence of our welcoming party of Pete. We got out of our car and I started walking up to the trailer, whistling and calling his name. I heard a faint whimper under the trailer and after I had retrieved a flash light from the trailer, I looked under the trailer to see if Pete had been hurt.

     My first thought was that Pete had either been at it with a skunk or there were coyetes running about and he had gotten into it with one of them. Although coax as I might, I couldn't get Pete to come out from under the trailer. I saw him and he had no visible signs of being roughed up by the local wild life, but he had a definite look of fear about him. Pete did not come out from under the trailer until later the next day.      One week later, my first wife miscarried the baby.

Wife number 2

     To protect her identity we'll simply call wife number 2 "whore". (Sorry, anger issues again for not telling her she had to stop dating). Whore and I had been married for little over a year when we found out she was pregnent. (for arguments sake we'll assume it was mine). This was about the time when I bought my first computer and started learning of the joys of the internet and the multitude of information on it. Accurate or not. I had seriously started looking at this whole "abduction" experience as a serious endeavor.

      During my marriage with Whore, I had more than a few experiences that shook me up. A little over a year into our marriage, we found out we were pregnant. Very shortly after I had found out the news, I remember we went to bed and it was a Friday night. I remember it was Friday night because that was "sex" night. Yes, we had sex once a week, every Friday starting at 9:00. How sad for me, but I digress. I remember looking over at my alarm clock before I went to sleep and it read 11:05. I fell asleep and then I awoke. I had this wave of fear come over me, the likes I had not experienced ever. I could not open my eyes as hard as I tried and I couldn't move and I was having a hard time breathing. I remember laying there fighting for the longest time and I was getting exhausted. I managed to open my eyes and I was looking at the alarm clock again and it read 1:05 in the morning. I managed to fight to lift my head up to look around the room and I saw three "Greys" standing at the foot of my bed. They were standing there in a bluish light with a light fog all around them. The middle one was slightly taller than it's companions and it had on some type of "cape", but it wasn't a cape. That is the point to where the fear peaked and I started screaming and trying to crawl backward away from what I saw while still in bed.

     Of course, Whore thought I had just had a nightmare, but a week later, she miscarried. The doctors told us that a normal human fetus has 46 chromosomes and a downs syndrome child had 47. This fetus had 69 chromosomes according to the nurse.

Wife number 3

     Melissa and I have an interesting story. One that she tells more eloquently than I ever could. We have went through a lot in our relationship. She has lost her father and I have lost my mother. Her grandfather passed away earlier this year. Earlier on in our relationship we broke up for a year, in which I'll talk about more experiences related to it, but most importantly, she has had, more than one miscarriage, including our first.

     I met Melissa at a bar at a Kareoke night. I had not wanted to go out that night to begin with, but a good friend of mine insisted, so I went. The first club that we had gone to didn't fare so well. We had saw two younger ladies sitting at a table and decided we would send over drinks or beers as it was. The result was not so much as a look in our direction. So be it.

     We left to go to another place where they were having a kareoke night and even though he never got up and sang, my friend enjoyed going to the kareoke venues. This night was to be my first experience, although to this day certainly not my last. We sat down and a lovely red headed woman approached our table and asked us "what we were going to sing", and of course our response was "nothing" and laughed. Melissa approached our table through out the night and razzed us about not singing, in between her turn at the microphone (she had and has a great voice, which caught my attention). While she was not at our table busting our chops, I noticed her at her table with her friends and she was noticably looking over at our table. To me, it looked like she was with a guy and this made me a little uneasy (the interaction with my friend and me).

     Toward the end of the evening, my friend had excused himself to the little boys room and Melissa came over. I asked her to sit down and I bought her a drink and we started to talk. My friend came back and decided it was his cue to leave and left Melissa and I to our conversation, over my objection to his leaving.  Thus it began.

      We began our first six month, uninterupted stent, and it was amazing. I know that it is commonly accepted that a persons first love is their strongest. I have to disagree. My relationship with Melissa, especially that first six months was the strongest, most intense relationship I had ever been in, at every level. After the first six months, due to my bad judgement, Melissa decided to break off the relationship and we were apart for roughly a year. During this year I dated a lady in a city about an hour away from where I lived and there were some very intense "experiences" during that time which I will go over later.

     Although, Melissa and I were broken up through that year, I still talked to her on the phone occassionaly and ocassionaly she would pay me a visit.(I liked those visits) After that year was through, right before July 4th, I came home from the other ladies, which I had spent the weekend at and found a note and a six pack on my door, which Melissa had left. She wanted to get back together for good, and I was more than willing.

     At the time of my first meeting Melissa, I had already started to suspect that something was going on but I didn't mention it to her because how damn crazy is that to tell to a person that you just met and have fallen crazy in love with. I decided to wait and feel it out on how open minded she was. While married to my first wife, I had experienced the night terror and the three greys at my bed. During my first six month stent with Melissa I experienced the night terror three or four more times, but I never saw anything, however I would notice a new bruise or scar on my body.

     Shortly after we had broke up and I had started dating the other lady, it was a Friday night/Saturday morning. I had stayed up late playing on the computer, not getting to sleep until almost day break when I decided to call it a night and go to sleep. I slept on my couch while I was single, always have. I will call this is a dream, but this was way to "real" of an experience to be a dream. I was standing out in front of a house, and there were other people there including the lady that I was dating. There was a highway beside the house and there were other people at the house in the front yard, almost a family get together feel to it. A craft had landed not far from the house and cars had stopped on the highway, maybe five, and the people at the house seemed frozen except for me. I walked over to the craft which looked small, a two seater if you will, with a clear canopy on it and oval shaped. A beautiful lady was "driving" it and she told me to get in the craft and that she had something to show me. Before I got into the craft willingly, her face changed for a split second to this ugly grey looking being and then changed back again the this beautiful face.

     She lifted the craft off of the ground and we began to ascend upward at an amazing pace. I saw the people getting smaller and eventually disappear,  and I saw the grids of the feilds on the ground start to take shape and then I saw the United States as a whole and then I knew we were in space. The clear canopy on the craft allowed me to see the earth from a vantage point I had never dreamed possible. I remember feeling very anxious as  we flew higher and higher. Then the craft landed on what I can best described as a platform, which looked like was just in open space, but as we got out of the craft, there was air to breathe and gravity kept us from floating away. The platform was fairly large from what I remember, possibly 5000 square feet. There was a sort of control panel as you looked toward the earth.

     I followed the beautiful lady to the control panel. She started to tell me that from where we were at, the platform, they were able to moniter everyone that they had "tagged".

    

 

     Memories of incidence

Dear Melissa,

     It was nice meeting you the other night. You seem like an interesting person. I hope that we can speak again in person. How is your son, Mark, today? You had said something about he was sick the other night? I'm hanging out doing nothing tonight, as ususual, lol. Talk to you soon.

     Logan

     AFter eight years of republican control of our presidency, I still don't get how the American public can even fathom, voting for a republican presidential candidate. I think some times, in 2000, at the end of the Clinton administration and after the United States had seen the most prosperous era in our countries history, that the republicans got together and had a meeting. At this meeting I can picture several board chairmen, CEO's, and prominent republican lifer politicians sitting around a table, cigars filling the air with smoke and one man speaks; "Gentlemen, I can't speak for everyone, but after eight years of our country prospering and having over a trillion dollar revenue, I can't take any more."  The men around the table start looking at each other, shaking their heads in agreement, grumbling and look around at one another. The man speaks again; " What we HAVE to do is find the dumbest person in our party and get him elected no matter what the cost. We have to do a number on the economy so that ONLY the rich get richer and the poor get it broke off in them again, we need a war in the middle east, we have got to, at all costs, leave the housing market in ruins, NOT TO MENTION, the banking industry, so that we can spend billions of dollars, POSSIBLY TRILLIONS,  on corporate bail outs as we need in the eighties and at the beginning of the great depression in 1932, when we broke our country in that history."

Another man speaks, "What about George W. Bush?"

The first man says," Perfect."

 Fast forward eight years MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Research the candidates and use your minds to distinquish between misquided philosophy of the republican party and the hope that is the Democratic Party. I employ you to do so. Vote with your head and not your hearts.

 Predection: If McCain/Palin are elected, by the end of their term, we will see economic turmoil the likes of which will make the great depression look like a speedbump. We will be well on our way to becoming the greatest third world country on the planet. Our country will not survive it.

      What to do with everything after a relative has died is a strange sensation. The funeral had been over a week and there was a whole house full of material things to deal with. Danny had loved to play in his grandfathers attic as a child. There were books and clothes and trinkets of all sorts to play with. There had always been my grandmothers hope chest that had been kept locked all those years. Danny had never asked what was inside. He only assumed there were grandmotherly things that he had never had an interest in.

     Rifts in time and space were the result of centuries of abuse of testing Teslas theories. Random in nature, these rifts floated around, sometimes in the air, sometimes on the ground and there was no way to see them coming. 2359 was the year that they started, that was over a hundred years ago. There have been many vanishings since.

     The U.K. was a beautiful place in the spring time, and the most beutiful place to me is Swansea.

     At twenty four years old Tom thought he knew what he needed to. A new graduate of college and starting his first job in the fall, Tom had some time to kill. "Europe", he thought.

     As  child, my father would take me to the dirt tracks of North Carolina to watch what I thought were old beaters chasing each other around the track. Some time as a young teenager it finally took and I was hooked.

      As I sit here today,

     There was hardly any sound on the freighter as it moved at hyper light speed on it's destination to deliver it's cargo of worthless trinkets to Armagon: a planet of trading and treachory.