The Alien-Ation of Childhood by Trish and Rob MacGregor

You might think there’s nothing quite so eerie as the idea of being abducted by alien beings, placed on a table and probed with strange instruments as entities with large black eyes or insect-like appearances hover over you. Even more frightening is the idea of that happening to children. Yet, it seems that many of those who say they’ve experienced multiple abductions throughout their lives were first snatched at a very young age. Connie J. Cannon, a retired nurse from St. Augustine, Florida has clear memories of at least three childhood abductions.

When she was four years old, she lived directly across the street from the Alabama governor’s mansion in Montgomery. Her older sister was already in school and Connie wanted to look like a big girl, so she would carry a couple of books and stroll up and down on the brick wall that lined the sidewalk along the front lawn of her house.

“One morning as I was playing schoolgirl, walking along the wall and carrying the books, a very tall entity appeared at the end of the wall. It’s a crystal clear memory. This being was at least seven and a half feet tall. Yes, I was little, but the entity was not human height. I knew the difference. It seemed to be male although it had blond hair that reached below its shoulders and pale white skin like an albino. He was wearing a one-piece silver-gray garment with long sleeves. That’s very clear because it was so different from anything I’d ever seen.”

There was no one else around. At that time, it was safe for kids to play outside without supervision. When she turned to walk in the opposite direction on the wall, the entity wrapped a long thin arm around her from behind. “I screamed, and then I was up in the air. The next memory I have is that I was back on the wall, but the books were strewn on the lawn.”

That’s when a woman appeared in the yard. “She came and took my hand and walked me to our door, then just seemed to vanish. I don’t recall much about the woman. She didn’t say a word.”

That night, Connie woke up with projectile vomiting that continued for several days. “I told my Mom and Dad about the ‘man’ taking me and that I saw the roof of our house from above it. Mom told me it was my imagination. It wasn’t. After that, I wouldn’t play outside anymore by myself.”

That was just the beginning of a life-long series of encounters with beings that terrorized her and benevolent beings that guided her. Fortunately for Connie, her memories of what happened during the childhood abductions were blocked. Yet, imagine the fear that child must have experienced during the events. Connie, like many who investigate the alien abduction phenomenon, believes these experiences are multi-generational. She believes her father was an abductee, and the last thing he said before dying was that the ship was waiting for him.

Here’s another case.

Maurice, a middle-aged engineer residing in Montreal, sent us an e-mail after we had appeared on Coast to Coast with George Noory to talk about our book, Aliens in the Backyard: UFO Encounters, Abductions & Synchronicity. Maurice told us he was a life-long abductee and had never told anyone about it. Turning on the radio and hearing us talk about another man from Quebec (Charles Fontaine) and his UFO encounter, was a meaningful coincidence, a synchronicity, for him. “It made me realize that I’m not the only person in this part of the world who has gone through some crazy stuff that can’t be mentioned publicly.”

However, as long as we used a pseudonym, he was willing to tell his story for the first time. His experiences began in 1975 when he was five years old. His mother had gone into labor so his parents sent him and his older sister to their grandparents’ home, where the first incident occurred.

“I know it was late because it was dark. I clearly recall playing in the basement with my tricycle. I looked at the window and saw six gray metallic boots and tight metallic pants covering very skinny legs. Suddenly, a milky white light covered me and I don’t remember anything else. To this day, I can’t go down that basement by myself. I shift into a panic mode just at the thought of going down there. This is but one of the numerous unpleasant memories that haunt me.”

When he was eight or nine, he woke up one night at about 2 a.m. and felt an urge to go to the dining room. Once there, he looked out through a large bay window and saw a red dot in the sky. The dot grew larger until it was a big sphere. A bam of light shot from this object and lifted him up.

“I recall seeing the window getting closer and closer I was bracing for the impact and, just like that, floated through the window towards this red sphere. The next thing I remember, I’m in the basement. So I walked back to my room and the clock said 3:30 a.m. My mom woke up and asked me why I was awake. I just looked at her and didn’t say a word. I had and still have today this feeling of helplessness.”

Maurice described other abductions experiences as an adult, including one just days before hearing us discuss the subject on the radio. (His full story is included in our book The Synchronicity Highway: Exploring Coincidence, the Paranormal, & Alien Contact.) However, a couple of weeks later, when we contacted him again, he said he no longer wanted to talk about his experiences. In the aftermath of our earlier exchange, he’d received a series of phone calls from distant places, where he knew no one, in which the callers didn’t speak. He worried that these calls were related to his decision to talk, and that he was being watched. He no longer wanted to talk about his experiences.

We waited two years before we contacted Maurice again. In March of this year, he told us that he hadn’t had any abduction experiences for more than a year. They were leaving him alone. However, he added ominously that his five-year-old son was talking about the little men who were coming into his bedroom at night.

If true, it’s another example of multi-generational abductions.

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