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"Last year, on this exact date, SETI radio telescopes detected
bogeys in the airspace over twenty-seven states. The White House
ordered a Condition Red."
"But that was a meteor shower."
"Officially. Two days ago, eight prized Scandinavian reindeer
vanished from the National Zoo, in Washington, D.C. Nobody--not even
the zookeeper--was told about it. The government doesn't want people
to know about Project Kringle. They fear that if this thing is proved
to exist the public will stop spending half its annual income in a
holiday shopping frenzy. Retail markets will collapse. Scully, they
cannot let the world believe this creature lives.
There's too much at stake. They'll do whatever it takes to insure
another silent night."
"Mulder,"
"Sh-h-h. Do you hear what I hear?"
"On the roof. It sounds like ... a clatter."
"The truth is up there. Let's see what's the matter."
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A FEARFUL SYMMETRY
A TRUE STORY OF ALIEN INTRUSION INTO HUMAN LIVES
By D. Lynne Bishop
A FEARFUL SYMMETRY Copyright 1995 by D. Lynne Bishop
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or
otherwise without prior permission of the publisher, except by a
reviewer who may quote brief passages.
First Printing September 1995
Printed in the United States of America
BOOKFINDER PUBLISHING
http://bookfinder.simplenet.com/
Lynne Bishop's home page
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/3862/
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CHAPTER 13
I was withdrawn and moody at work that day, and spoke with Linda, my
friend and co-worker, about the abduction.  To my surprise, she
asked what time it had occurred, and looked a bit shocked when I told
her it had begun about 1:09 A.M., and ended at 2:37 A.M.  She told me
she was awake at 1:00, because her husband (a policeman) had just
come in from patrol.  She had glanced out their backdoor, and saw a
brilliant white light flying quickly toward the town where I lived.
It had no strobes and no other colors, and didn't move quite like any
aircraft they'd been used to seeing.  Circumstantial evidence at
best, this information still put a chill in me.
The days crept by following the encounter, and I met each day with an
icy numbness, as I accepted and integrated the memories from December
1.  My husband and I puzzled over several aspects of the experience,
and saw the faint origins of a pattern showing in the abductions.
The two conscious events had occurred roughly two months apart.  If
this indicated a set time-frame, it would be possible to try some
experimentation.  Also, if the abductions were going to happen
consistently, I could be better prepared to handle the situation and
control my reactions.  Intrigued by the idea of further
experimentation, we decided to borrow my mother's voice-activated
tape recorder.  It became a nightly ritual: turning on the recorder
and speaking into it to make sure it was working.  On replay each
morning, the various night sounds ran to marker twelve or fourteen,
but nothing interesting was showing up. Still, we continued with the
experiment, hoping we would capture something unusual on tape.
On December 7, my brother telephoned to ask if he could look at the
transcripts from my sessions.  He was unaware of my encounter on
December 1, and I thought this would be an opportunity to tell him I
had just had another conscious abduction.  I kept hoping the strange
experiences I was having would persuade him of the validity of the
phenomenon--but I had been unable to convince him of a physical
reality to the alien abduction scenario.  Still, it was worth
another try, so my husband and I bundled up the numerous pages and
drove to my brother's house.  Arriving at his home, we carted the
massive amounts of paper inside, and placed them on his dining room
table. My brother glanced at them briefly, and then said he had
something to tell me.
"Let me tell you my tale of woe," my brother stated.  I looked at
him with curiosity.  The tone of his voice was unusual, and I could
tell something was bothering him.  He proceeded to elaborate.  His
older daughter, a Licensed Practical Nurse, had arrived at the
hospital she worked at early on December 1.  Her supervisor had
seemed preoccupied, and after several minutes passed, had called my
brother's daughter aside, telling her she needed to tell her
something, but didn't want anyone else to overhear the conversation.
She said she had been enroute to work that morning, and around 5:00
or 5:30 A.M., had looked up into the still dark sky as she drove her
vehicle.  To her surprise, she saw a triangular-shaped craft of some
kind, with lights in a triangular pattern.  It shocked her, and she
decided to pull off the road to get a better look.  As she did so, a
truck behind her pulled off, also, and the driver, (a man), got out.
Both of them stared skyward, watching the object as it traversed the
sky in front of them.  They spoke to each other, to verify that both
were seeing the same thing.  After agreeing that they were, indeed,
seeing a craft of some kind, they watched in awe as a blue beam of
light was emitted from the craft.  The beam flashed toward the
ground below, and both of them ran toward their vehicles.  Neither
waited to see what would happen; the incident had taken on such a
high strangeness they could no longer watch.  The supervisor hadn't
asked the man's name, so there was no way to get verification of her
story, but she was positive she'd seen something not made or
controlled by any human agency.  Hoping for further details, my
brother had asked to speak with her, but she had refused any
interview.
When my brother finished his summary, he noticed I had become quiet.
He asked what was wrong, and I replied, "I had another conscious
encounter on December 1."  We both sat there in a daze for a moment,
as the implications registered in our minds.  Circumstantial
evidence was accruing at a formidable pace.  If only I could get hard
proof--something unimpeachable.
That proof, though, was remaining elusive.  The weeks continued to
pass without indication of any alien interaction.  We kept the tape
recorder by our bed, and faithfully checked it each evening and
morning.  The marker still ran to twelve or fourteen before ending,
and nothing of interest showed up.  My husband and I had realized
the abduction on December 1 occurred only days before we planned to
try videotaping, and this made us more determined to keep pushing for
substantial evidence.  Jack and Mary still reported nothing on their
video, but we all refused to give up.
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