Childhood Contact Event #5: Michigan, Summer, 1983 - 7 years old

We’re driving, possibly along highway 94 in Michigan, on summer vacation, on our way to Winnipeg to see our extended family. We would have left Burlington that day, as we made our way to Chicago. It was really hot out as I was wearing shorts. The air conditioning is on and I’m in the back of our station wagon. The seats are up and my brothers are all sitting in back seats while I’m in the station wagon space in the back. When for unknown reasons my Dad, who is driving, takes an off ramp off the highway. I don’t know nor recall any conversation, or any knowledge about why we were going off the highway and where we were going. No one enquires. My Dad turns left off of the off-ramp and we drove down a road. I’m in the back, playing with toys. 

I can’t conceive of what happens next. No one is reacting, no one is saying anything, and I’m not aware. We pulled up along side a farm field, alongside the road. Only presently do I believe we were being mind controlled, or were in an altered state. I can’t recall what I was thinking or doing. Then I know my Mom has gotten out of the car, and is interacting with tall people. I feel alert and slightly scared, that we will have to interact with them, and that we are not going to like this. 

My Mom then turns to tell us to get out of the car, and there is a telepathic projected feeling from the Beings saying, “This way.” 

I crawl out the back seat onto the left side of the car and peripherally notice my Dad is out, or unconscious. I’m scared. We’re walking and as we get closer the tall Beings come into view and walk ahead of us into a large shiny UFO that is on the field that appears to have been obscured from our sight previously. It is now only feet away from us. 

The Beings came into full view while they were walking up a ramp. They had jumpsuits on, and were tall, like humans. Had big heads, like balloon craniums. At the time their faces are obscured from us. It is obvious my mother knows or is familiar with these entities.

I become extremely uncomfortable as we see the room. I’m crying. There are three medical beds in a row and the room is spacious, clean, with a dome like top. There are counters on the side and back. There is a room to the left, that looks small, and a small chair, or bench. My brothers appear to be calm and I’m the only one visibly upset.  

My mom is trying to comfort us and let us know it’s ok. And she might be the one to tell us to take our shirts off. I do it uncomfortably, and I think I put it crumpled up on the bed. I then uncomfortably sit and lie down on the bed, which is white and has a soft touch, otherwise it is just a flat bed. 

I was laying there while the Beings were dealing with my brother and I was scared. But what was really going was I was having past life flashbacks without knowing it. But I was remembering being in the concentration camp and was seeing these aliens as Nazis. The reason is because, as I will learn in my 1st contact event, when I’m 16, that I was connected to these Beings from the afterlife, and this latent past life pain was being triggered, the pain of being drugged and experimented in a concentration camp, was coming out here in this medical environment. Though none of my 6 year old mind could understand this.

They first dealt with my oldest brother. Then when they came to my middle brother, while the Beings back is turned to me, it turns it’s head and says telepathically, something along the lines of, “This one’s panicking.”

They then come over but their faces are telepathically obscured. And I’m not comfortable looking at them. 

The one on my left takes a piece of me, while he does there is a permeating telepathic feeling of taking our genetics - our DNA.

From my emotional panicking, and crying, one of them appears to say in my head “It’s awful what they did to you,” referencing the past life trauma. 

My mom may have been watching me, and brushing it off saying “Your ok.” Craig and Barry, unaffected by what happened have gotten up and are getting their clothes on, which is my sign to do the same. We then quickly file out of the craft while the Beings projected a “Thank you.” 

We go down the ramp back to our car. Again, there’s a sense of mind control. Like just go back and don’t think about it. We walk down, if not kind of rushing back, without thinking about what just happened and with not looking behind us. I go around the back side, and can remember being slightly controlled. I get in the back and crawl over the back chair. Everyone gets in and does their seat belt up.

My Dad seemingly wakes up, when a feeling of “go” permeates the air. The car is on and he pulls a u-ie as the UFO on the field is now obscured from our vision again. We drive back towards the highway. It’s as we get on the off ramp that a false memory is planted in my mind, and it feels mystical when it happens. It is of a truck driving backwards with no one in it on the off ramp, opposite to us. At some point I mention what I witnessed to my parents, but it’s not taken seriously. Yet I hold in my mind this strange event of seeing a truck driving backwards with no one in it.

From this point onwards, I keep the sighting to myself but was excited to find someone who believed it. After my summer vacation with my family, I went to the local library and pulled out a book on the mysterious; about ghosts, UFOs, and legendary monsters such as Loch Ness and Bigfoot. Very excited, the first thing I did was look at how I can write to them to tell them about the truck I saw driving backwards with no one in it. 

To my surprise, in the back, there it was: “If you’ve seen something strange please write to us and tell us about it.”

But then, in extended letters that didn’t seem to be properly typeset on the page, it continued “…unless you’ve seen a truck driving backwards on the highway with no one in it, then we won’t believe you.” 

I couldn’t believe it. I closed the book, and from that point onwards, I never shared it with anyone. For years I always held close that I’d seen something strange, and paranormal.