Weird Georgia: Alien Abductions, Part 1
PARADISE LOST BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHT
Georgia’s most thoroughly studied abductee seems to be Mark James, a 48-year old painter with a happy marriage and a 19-year-old son, Allen, who also seems to have experienced the same phenomenon since age two.
It was 8:30 p.m. around June 23, 1981, when eighteen year old Mark and a girlfriend named Linda parked on a cul-de-sac at Martins Crossing near Stone Mountain and climbed into the back of a Chevy Vega to make out.
Fifteen years later C. Leigh Culver placed Mark under regression hypnosis to aid in his recollection of the experience. The teenagers had barely settled in when Mark looked up and noticed a light approaching the car.
“Let’s get out of here!” he shouted, but the car would not start and apparently the girl panicked. “Linda, shut up!” he yelled.
The light grew brighter and he heard a “thick sound” that resonated. Next, he spotted six figures approaching who opened the locked door. “They are taking me out of the car,” he continued. “I have to go.”
The couple exited the hatchback to find the area illuminated as bright as daylight. Mark was concerned about Linda, who had “this really stupid look on her face.”
As they entered the UFO, Mark passed through a dark room where he felt like liquid. Perhaps a force field or semi-permeable barrier protected the entrance. He experienced an identical sensation when exiting the craft. “Liquid... Nothing solid,” he said.
Mark and Linda were escorted into a bright, “almost pulsating” yellow light. An Alien Gray stood on each side of Mark, holding his arms.
The next portion of the vessel was cold, dimly lit and smelled musty. They walked down a big ramp, made of cold metal, the walls smooth and colored blue-green.
When the ramp curved he lost sight of Linda and saw a large machine which hummed like a transformer. Metal plates projected from it, and a doorway was cut into it. Through this entrance he saw an extensive room dimly lit by a circular light in the ceiling and filled with tables, each occupied by humans.
The aliens instructed Mark to sit in a narrow booth. He thought it might be metal, but the material gave when he sat on it.
All the humans Mark could see “have that same look that Linda had on her face.” Some were strapped down. Apparently others were waiting in the booths and Mark watched as pairs of aliens escorted first a man, then a pregnant woman, to tables.
“It’s a big room,” he recalled. “Lots of tables. Lots of aliens. There are people on them...as far as I can see.”
Many of the humans were moaning.
When Mark’s turn came he was required to remove his clothing and lie on the table, where he was paralyzed. An alien tapped his body, starting with his feet and moving up to his head. As they examined his genitals, Mark whispered, “I wish they would leave me alone.”
A LIGHTER SHADE OF GRAY
As the “physical” progressed, a female alien arrived. She was a head taller than the others, with a larger, more “bulbous shaped head,” and big eyes like her colleagues. She had no ears and her slit mouth never opened. Her skin was a lighter gray than the males, almost transparent. Hands with four long “elastic” fingers, without nails, were on the end of long arms. Mark described the males as “clumsy,” with “herky-jerky” movements, while the female was far more graceful. None of the creatures wore clothes, and external genitalia were absent.
The female moved close to Mark’s face. “She is caring,” he felt, even loving. “Sympathetic. She is trying to calm me down. She’s right in my face. She is telling me that I have no reason to fear them. That I am needed. They do not intend to harm us. They just need me” for “genetics and for future events,” he continued.
“You must remember,” she thought to him. She then spoke the word “Ebola” repeatedly, years before the disease was commonly known. He learned that the disease would be hard to contain. “She’s telling me the future,” he thought.
The female Gray then produced a crystal device on the end of a wand that glowed ever brighter. She touched his forehead and his mind “just exploded like a bright light.”
This memory frightened Mark out of his regression and a second appointment was made. At that time he was anxious, but ready to discover what had so distressed him.
From Weird Georgia (2000).
Jim Miles is the author of nine books about the Civil War and two weird Georgia books. See Jim’s books.