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Default Whitley Strieber raped by an insect like Alien?

Communion Twenty Years On
26-Dec-2005
Twenty years ago tonight, at approximately three thirty in the morning on December 26, 1985, I heard odd noises and felt as if I had fallen out of bed. I opened my eyes to a scene of such extraordinary horror that I am still suffering from the effects of that moment, two decades later.

What I saw before me was a small room like the interior of a tent, populated by enormous insects. These insects were at once strange, distant-seeming creatures, totally unlike me and not communicating any sense of the human at all, and yet at the same time aware of me in a way that eloquently and terrifyingly signaled intelligence.

Immediately, I was seized from behind and there was a swooping rush around me. An odd, machine-like voice commenced repeating again and again the phrase 'what can we do to help you stop screaming?'

The terror was beyond words, beyond imagining. They were rough with me, pressing a needle into my head and raping me with a device that I now know is called an electrostimulator. In those days, such devices were used to induce erections in sex clinics, and they are still used to gather semen in animal husbandry.

I am not a prude, but I am a modest man and quite shy physically. I was appalled at finding myself naked with these creatures. I can remember trying and trying to wake up, to somehow find my bed around me again, to embrace my wife.

But my wife was not there. I was alone in the night with these things and I had no idea what might happen to me next.

This experience has left me with a disease called post-traumatic stress disorder. The last time I awakened with my heart practically slamming out of my chest, my breath coming short and so frightened that I literally dared not move a muscle was last night.

In fact, for at least five out of seven nights since the event happened, I have been waking up in terror between three and four in the morning. I have tried many treatments for this, ranging from conventional psychiatry and psychotherapy to every sort of esoteric treatment you can imagine, to no avail.

The disorder that began on that night will, I believe, remain with me until the day I die. And I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Because, on that night, the woman whose portrait is on the cover of the book Communion said to me, 'you're the luckiest of the lucky.'

She was precisely correct. Yes, it has been hard and it has shattered me on the deepest possible levels. The public reaction has pained me as much as it has inspired me. But I have had a truly remarkable opportunity offered to me, and I have taken as full advantage of it as has been in my ability.

The morning after the experience, I asked my wife if she remembered anything unusual that night. She said no. My son, also, seemed entirely untroubled. So I decided that the riotous memories that were troubling me must have been some sort of a nightmare.


The memories were quite clear. I remembered being carried. I remembered being roughed up. I remembered being raped. Also, though, meeting somebody I felt that I had known for quite some time, somebody, even, who had in some way trained or prepared me.

During the next few days, I wrote a story called "Pain," about an angelic being who administers pain in order to free people from themselves, to use pain, in effect, as a means of transcending the ego.

I remember how I felt as I wrote that story, the curious sense of surrender that it brought me, as if I was reliving a very, very powerful experience with someone who had loved me so hard that it had broken me heart and soul.

The weekend came, and by the time Monday rolled around I was in pain. My rectum hurt. The side of my head hurt. And I could not sleep at all. I was living in a state of terror. By then I was pretty sure I had been abused in some way. What I could not figure out was how or by who. I could remember these big, black eyes staring at me, but could not figure out where they had come from.

I did not yet know that a friend of mine had also had a very disturbing experience that night. He was a retired state policeman and he had been coming home in the wee hours with his wife from a Christmas party. We lived in a pretty lonely corner of the world--not entirely isolated, but quite dark and quiet at night, with lots of woods around, stretching for miles.

He'd been about two miles from our houses traveling along a lonely stretch of road when he'd observed what looked like a large gray object in a field. It was a dark night and the object wasn't very distinct, but it was big enough to make him think that it was a crashed blimp. He stopped his car and got out, whereupon he heard somebody screaming. As he walked toward the thing, lights came on all over it and it began moving toward him. As it was obviously under power and not in need of help, he got back in his car and drove home.

I did not know about this for over a year, unfortunately, after I had written the book Communion and was well into its sequel, Transformation. It took him that long to tell me, and when he did tell me we were both just sort of silenced. What were we to think?

By that time, though, I was already well along what has become the road of my life.

A few days after the event, I believe, on the Wednesday, I drove into New York City to see my doctor. He listened to my story and examined me. There occured during that examination one of the most agonizing experiences I have ever known. He took one glance at the condition of my rectum and blurted out, "you've been raped." I was so terribly, terribly humiliated by this that it has taken me these twenty long years even to put those words down on paper. Only last June did I utter them to another person, when I told Anne what he had said, and told a psychologist I am thinking of working with this spring. And now I have said it.

I have been the victim of endless jokes for having been raped. If you are a woman reading this, think of how you would feel if you had been raped and had been made a laughingstock for it. Your very soul would be eaten by the acid of that. It has made me despise our society to the very depths of my being. I loathe the world I live in, because I was raped and everybody laughed.

But I do not loathe you, because I know that reading this are many people who have been down this same hard road.

So, why in the world are we lucky? What's lucky about getting raped and being scorned and rejected after having a devastating, soul shattering experience that most people think is a lot of hooey and a big fat joke?

Well, in, I think, early February of 1986, I completed a series of mental and physical tests that convinced me that I was not suffering from any known disease. I had an MRI scan, a battery of psychological tests, a test for temporal lobe epilepsy and a thorough neurological workup.

The results of these tests were three: one, I was suffering from severe stress; two, I had some unknown bright objects in my brain which occur in about 2% of people tested with MRI scans and are benign; three, my brain was not only not seizure prone, it was unusually stable.

I then decided that these remarkable beings I had seen must therefore have been real. I very well remember the moment this thought first crossed my mind. I had just left the psychologist's office after getting her evaluation. So all the pieces were in place. I wasn't psychotic and I had no organic brain disease that would explain what I remembered happening to me.

I therefore began to attempt to solve the mystery. But where to turn? I really had no idea. I went out in the woods, revisiting the place I had been carried. A very odd part of the memory was that I had seen somebody familiar in the woods just before I ended up in the little chamber with the insects. This was an old school friend who had joined the CIA. He had told me about a design flaw in the containment of some sort of engine that was being tested on a high performance aircraft.

I have written little about this part of the experience and mentioned it only a few times in interviews because it has always disturbed me deeply, but not for the reason that you might think. I tried to look him up that February, only to discover that he was dead, and had been dead for more than a year when I saw him in my woods in the company of what I then regarded as aliens.

I didn't know what in hell to make of this. Only after I published Communion and began to get hundreds of thousands of letters from other close encounter witnesses did I realize that it's routine for the dead to appear with the visitors. The two things go together--not in every encounter, by any means, but in enough of them to make it more or less part of the routine.

By that time March had come along, I had read Jenny Randles' book about UFOs that had a description in it that made me think I might have encountered aliens. The book led me to Budd Hopkins, who wanted to hypnotize me. I found Budd to be a very nice fellow and also quite brilliant, but I declined to be hypnotized by him because he was not appropriately credentialed. So he introduced me to Dr. Donald Klein, who was an eminent psychiatrist and one of the world?s leading forensic hypnotists.

When Dr. Klein first hypnotized me, there was an explosive reaction. I did not go back to the indicent in December, but rather to the previous October. I still remember that session vividly: the absolute terror that I felt when I had awakened one night in our little country cabin and seen a small hooded figure standing near the bed?a figure that had proceeded to rush at me and strike my forehead with a stick that shot out electric sparks.

In the second hypnosis session, I did address the December 26 experience. It became somewhat more vivid in my mind, but nothing new was added to my memories. However, during the session, I spontaneously reverted to the age of twelve, and recalled another incident of meeting this extraordinary woman who is the real subject of this essay and is, in fact, a great light in my life. She lives and functions across the divide of what we call life and death, and beyond the confines of time.

This recollection seemed to the doctor to be similar to the sort of memories that emerge in people who have experienced repeated abuse that they have been unwilling or unable to articulate to themselves. The mechanism by which difficult memories may be repressed is well explained by Dr. Jennifer Freyd in her book Betrayal Trauma. Dr. Freyd is the daughter of two of the founders of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, and has accused them of abusing her.

This memory led me to return to my home town of San Antonio, Texas, where I explored my own childhood, which I recounted in my book the Secret School.

Before that, I wrote two additional books about my close encounter experiences, which continued and expanded after I began walking in the woods at night in an effort to re-engage with what it had become obvious to me were some very remarkable beings who had been with me, in a hidden way, throughout my life.

I remained engaged with them for eleven years after the initial encounter. It only ended in October of 1997, when I moved out of the upstate New York cabin and returned to Texas. I did this both because I wanted to explore my past, and because we no longer could afford to live in New York. Our son?s education was demanding of our resources, and the long and terrible depression that had followed the rejection of my claims of encounter had taken their toll. I had become unable to write more about my encounters after the book Breakthrough. I saw that acknowledgement of the existence of the visitors would bring enormous rewards to our society, and also the venial reasons for the secrecy. I saw how eagerly the egocentric media and scientific institutions supported the government in keeping the secret of their presence. And I watched as the visitors patiently waited, knowing, as they do, that our species is in the process of making a deeply spiritual decision about whether to enter the cosmos or go extinct.

I was having too many thoughts of suicide to stay at the cabin any longer. I felt that I had failed in one of the most important missions ever entrusted to a human being, to open the mind of man to the existence of another intelligent species. In so failing, I had seen that humanity would most likely give up on the greatness that is mankind, and choose to turn its back on five billion years of earthly struggle and the patient, hopeful waiting of those who long for us to join the stars.

It was a truly fearsome failure. I also had been given, in the eleven years I had with the visitors, the opportunity to see the fate of souls, and I suffered the most terrific sorrow over what was happening to the people who were getting drawn into the trap of lying about the existence of the visitors in order to support government policy. I began to see government as a machine for the killing of souls. The terror of the situation was simply overwhelming. I will tell you this about the way a soul dies: for the universe, it winks out of existence the instant the supporting body?s electrical system fails. But for that soul, the moment of death remains forever.

What kills souls is quite simple: choice. They choose to die because they despair of themselves. They die of lack of love. Our lives must be rich with compassion both for ourselves and others. This is what enables us to thrive and live in the body of consciousness that is this universe. The body is a brief passage, a place of decision. It is here, in this engine of forgetting, that we can only decide from our essential truth whether we are going to go on or not.

This is as true for the species as it is for each one of us. I have chosen life. I believe that this species is worth saving, that we can ascend into a great journey if we so choose. So when I see us being captured by the people of the death wish?those who concentrate on material wealth, who ignore suffering, who fight, who lie, who ignore the needs of the planet?I feel the touch of despair.

By 1997, I was in utter despair. I felt that I needed the support of old friends and family, so, on a night in October of that year, I sat down for what I knew would be my last meditation with the visitors. I will not get into why they couldn?t follow me to Texas. It?s too complex and too far from the subject of this essay. Suffice to say that the could only come there in a much more limited way than was possible at the cabin. In part, the reason is that they are physically much more vulnerable than you might think, and keep themselves concealed not only through the use of technology, but primarily by stealth. When you strip away their ability to affect the mind, their quickness and a couple of other things, what you will find is a small, delicate person whom a child could crush between his fists. But also in that vulnerable, wobbling head a world that reaches across space and time, that penetrates not only this universe and its secrets, but many others as well, that is ancient beyond belief and, in a way that I can hardly even begin to explain, impeccable.

I?m not saying that they?re pleasant. They?re as tough as nails, as mean as snakes and as dangerous as plutonium.

Now I'm going to return to my life with that woman. Firstly, she has been with me for longer than life itself. I am one of her many projects. In the world of the soul, she's rich, on a big journey in the direction of ecstasy, and seeking to travel there the only way you can, in a great chorus of free souls. This is what it's about, it's why we're here. It is the core urgency of life, what you feel at the moment of birth, of sexual union, and of death.

On that first night, she took semen from me to try to make a baby out of the two of us. This did not work. She came again to me many times, and gradually we became gentle enough with each other so that it did work. I learned a very secret art, which is the art of touching people who are in a state of higher energy without trapping them in our level. If you can imagine what it might be like to embrace a cloud without destroying its form, that's what it's like to engage with the visitors without turning their communication into a version of one's own thoughts.

I wonder if that makes any sense to somebody who hasn't done it? I hope so, because anybody can. The difficulty is, how do you explain how it feels to ride a bicycle before anybody has ever ridden one?

Let me tell you about her. She lived both in the country and in the city, just like I did. Yes, she walked the streets. An editor from William Morrow & Co., Bruce Lee, saw her and her husband in a bookstore in Manhattan, a story which I recounted in Transformation. Another friend of mine saw her on 14th Street on the day I drove off westward forever. She asked him, 'are you going west'? He replied, as he was stuck in traffic and trying to go east, 'no, I'm going east!' She said, 'that's good,; and stepped off into the crowd. It was her way of expressing her regret at my departure.

What we did together, in trying to create that living bridge, was not a disloyalty to her husband or my wife. Think of it as a scientific experiment in the power of love to transcend. But it could not transcend the limits of the physical, and there is no magical child here now to show us the way--at least, not that I have ever met. Instead, we have the people of the death wish leading mankind down the road to extinction.

So what happens, then, to the souls that do not enter memory? In fact, to most of you reading this. You would not be on this website, or this deep in this message, if you had not made the opposite choice from the rulers of our world. So what happens to you when mankind is no more? You will find a sort of magnetic appeal that will draw you into new companionship. The utterly unique ecstasy that would accompany mankind's ascension will never be tasted, but its loss will be part of your beauty. I can't explain farther than that because of the limitations of language, but you will certainly find your way, of that be assured.

Where are we now, twenty years after an effort was begun to bring mankind into real contact with another intelligent species? A vast number of people have been awakened to the reality of the visitors. Millions, I believe. Even more, of course, remain as they always have been, a great, formless ocean of unrealized potential. At the same time, the general culture has totally failed to address the reality of the visitors. To an extent, they have pulled up stakes. They left upstate New York in 1999, two years after I did. They still come around in various places, but it's only to monitor those who might be of some interest or other. The fifty years between 1947 and 1997 were, as far as they were concerned, the time of decision. And we decided, thanks to those who so effectively kept their reality secret, to continue as we have been in history, and to do so despite the risk that will will not be able to manage the coming failure of the planetary environment properly without their support, and therefore that it might kill us.

As far as the close encounter experience is concerned, science is absolutely nowhere. Fantastically, the intellectuals, who so distrust the government in every other regard, swallow its lies about this without the least complaint. Perhaps it's because the visitors completely shatter the secular view of the world. Or maybe they threaten the fragile ego of the educated human being, whose soul knows that all his fine knowledge is but an engine of forgetting. You cannot be with them without also being with your own truth. Then you see what you really are, a little fragment in a vastness so great, so various and so shockingly, unimaginably conscious that it completely swallows you. To enter the universe as it really is, you've got to leave your self-pride far behind, and that is a hard, hard thing to do.

Other worlds have faced these same problems. Understand, there are not all that many worlds with intelligent species on them that have survived very long. Often, they come to tragic ends, undone by chance or, more often, by aggression even more excessive than our own. In some places, though, there have been very remarkable solutions to the survival problem.

Some intelligent species have been able to see that their intelligence was a precious asset that could actually intensify itself. They have learned to increase the quantity of this valuable commodity by altering themselves, by creating machine intelligence, and by conferring it on other species on their planets. As if we'd hit upon the idea of genetically engineering brains to greater intelligence, and included not only ourselves but the animal world as well. In such places, life becomes very, very rich.

But mostly it doesn't happen that way. There are people who worry about the fate of consciousness across the universes. (And there is more than one, as we will soon discover.) They worry because so often intelligence--which is the single most important way station on the road to consciousness--fails. It's incredibly rare, and it fails. Thus the journey toward ecstasy is compromised.

The more consciousness, the more ecstasy, and consciousness cannot come about without intelligence. What is worse, until a species is conscious, intervention is very, very difficult. That's the problem that the visitors are having here. If they intervene openly, our culture totally refocuses itself toward them and all human innovation stops. We end up locked in a state of profound disempowerment that will take many generations to recover, and that will leave a permanent scar.

The visitors cannot reveal themselves to us. We must reveal ourselves to them.

So, where are we? Certainly, we are avoiding facing the reality of their presence here. Where we are is on the edge of a new world, and it's not the best of all possible new worlds, believe me. The environment has already begun collapsing in irrevocable ways, and over the next half century many, many lives will be lost. Personally, I do not think that we will go completely extinct, not unless we?re helped along in some way. I think that we are going to defy the odds and live and thrive anyway, no matter that we're led by people of the death wish, no matter that the visitors have turned their backs on us. I have this faith in mankind precisely because I am among the very rarest of human creatures: I have really and truly been outside of mankind, insofar as I have treated with nonhuman intelligent beings. I have seen what they are, and therefore now see my own kind to a degree as an outsider. And what I see compels me to wonder. You really have no way to know how marvelous you are. Mankind is like a scattering of jewels in the blue of the world. You can't even see the dead and dying souls. They don?t matter and they are surprisingly few. They just make a lot more noise than the great, sacred majority.

No, I have failed to link us to the visitors. I have failed to break the bondage of official secrecy, or to save the souls of the keepers of the secrets. I have failed to raise the eyes of the average man.

But I have not failed entirely, because I did not fail in my contacts, and I have not failed with you. In time--and time is what this is, in the end, all about--my small successes will emerge as being far more important than my great failures.

I miss my dear and dangerous friends. I miss those days of the very highest adventure, the sheer thrill that would come over me when, a mile or so back in the woods in the dead of night, I would see the quick, darting movement and then the terrible eyes. Then I would sit down on the ground, and open my swooning, terrified mind as best I could, and there would be wonder.

I miss my life with her. The various things we tried, in our effort to tame each to the other. We could not be face to face for more than a few seconds, so she took to riding on my back. It was the only way we could embrace without me getting scared and her suffering grave anguish because of my fear. So we would stay like that, with her little soft body clasped around me from behind--soft, but with bones like iron and a grip of steel. We were sensually repellent to each other, but we made romance in our hearts, anyway, and if in time they do emerge more into the life of man, this is how it will be.

It will be so hard. They're bad, never doubt it. They sin and fail and are weak and venial. They can be murderously indifferent when they?re concentrating on an important objective. They do not find us nearly as important as we find ourselves, and they can therefore be cruel in the pursuit of their goals. But when you connect with them, the rewards are very, very great. Stupendous, actually. Beyond measure.

One fifteen. It's quiet here. December 26. A Monday, this year. I am not so far from death, the unknown country. But I've traveled it a good deal, actually, so it's not so strange to me now. I understand how the mystery of the soul works. They showed me by example; the Master of the Key explained it intellectually. Not the slightest breeze flows, not a night bird cries. The kitchen clock hums, my eyes grow heavy, another day comes rolling on. Very faintly, from where I sit in this moment, I can hear the sea's sighing night voice. The most ancient sound of the world, the ocean.

Now I will lie myself down. In a few hours, my heart will start pounding, my flesh again recoiling from the touch of the unknown. But not in this moment. In this moment, peace abides. I see rising as if in the soul's hidden earth, a new sun. This is us, this sun, mankind rising from our broken world, on the strong two wings of the good human heart and the good human mind.

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Old 08-03-2010, 11:21 PM   #2
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Her neighbour stated " she's lucky as fuck at the bingo too ".
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So intergallactic insectoid aliens of the highest order of intelligence have travelled billions of lightyears all the way to earth just to get on with some good ol fashion up the butty sex? ? ? People really believe this shit?

This guy has been satanically ritually abused and his mind has obviously been heavily tampered with in the process. Insectoid aliens good grief
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Whitley strieber was in fact telling the truth,
This might even be confirmed to a few of you out there, most of you will think it's Bs.
but that is the reality of the situation.
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Even if he was telling the truth, I'm not sure aliens can be trusted with their motives.
Why don't they rape several Rothschilds and Rockefellers up the arse?
Maybe cos they're Reptilian.
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Why don't they rape several Rothschilds and Rockefellers up the arse?
Maybe cos they're Reptilian.
Are you suggesting that insects are incapable of raping reptiles?
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Old 09-03-2010, 04:33 AM   #7
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The title to this thread is stupid.

Whitley wrote about alot more than his experience being raped.

I've read Communion and he describes another instance of being 'harvested' for reproductive material.

This happens alot (according to abductees).

People can really only curl up into their comfy blanket of perspective to avoid this information, and they will...

the thought that all of this really does happen is hefty.

I believe Whitley, by coming out about his experiences, has probably been 'compromised' by the gov. in ways that he doesn't even realize. That's just the price of being honest in this world, really.

But as far as his experiences - forget that there were movies made about it, forget that he sold best seller books about it, forget all of that. Just consider that he's not the only one.



P.S.

What he mentions in the beginning about the sensation of falling out of bed is indicative of someone leaving their body. This happens to alot of us, we get the sensation of falling into bed, or out of bed. You aren't physically moving however... it's a phenomena of your energetic body slipping out of the physical (or back into).

Thought that was interesting.
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So intergallactic insectoid aliens of the highest order of intelligence have travelled billions of lightyears all the way to earth just to get on with some good ol fashion up the butty sex? ? ? People really believe this shit?

This guy has been satanically ritually abused and his mind has obviously been heavily tampered with in the process. Insectoid aliens good grief




Actually it only depends on how hard it is for them to get here. Even among humans you can see all kinds of weird shit, zoophilia and smut etc, this is no stranger than a human having sex with say a horse, atleast those insectoids appear to be bipedal
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The title to this thread is stupid.

Whitley wrote about alot more than his experience being raped.
Dear metacomet
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Have you ever seen an Alien?
I doubt it very strongly and therefore you should be somewhat skeptical of those who say that they have.
Bill Coopper exposed Whitley Strieber years ago.

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Finally, on May 21, 1949, Forrestal's brother made a fateful decision.
HE NOTIFIED AUTHORITIES THAT HE INTENDED TO REMOVE JAMES FROM BETHESDA
on May 22. Sometime in the early morning of May 22, 1949, agents of the
CIA tied a sheet around James Forrestal's neck, fastened the other end
to a fixture in his room, then threw James Forrestal out the window.
The sheet tore and he plummeted to his death. James Forrestal's secret
diaries were confiscated by the CIA and were kept in the White House
for many years. Due to public demand the diaries were eventually
rewritten and published in a sanitized version. The real diary
information was later furnished by the CIA in book form to an agent who
published the material as fiction. THE NAME OF THE AGENT IS WHITLEY
STRIEBER and the book is 'MAJESTIC'. James Forrestal became one of the
first victims of the cover-up.
Strieber gives me the impression of another sensationalist liar, much like David Wilcock, only a much better version.
All of this talk about Aliens is absolute bunk because there is no evidence of their existance.
If you want to believe whatever you read then that is your prerogative, but some choose to use their powers of perception first.
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Exclamation Whitley Strieber is a CIA asset

I also have heard years ago that Whitley Strieber was/is a CIA asset.

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Whitley Strieber
http://www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=3387

Yes, I believe Strieber is a source of disinfo and an illuminati mouthpiece.

He pushes:
- Al Gore's CO2 scam
- Gun control
- the idea that Grays are our friends, abductions are wonderful, etc., etc.

Whitley has also written a novel about the end times/alien invasion scam that the NWO boys are planning to perpetrate soon. The book is called 2012: The War for Souls and will be made into a movie by Warner Bros.


I believe William Cooper was telling the truth when he said:
"I have discovered that Whitley Strieber is a CIA asset, as is Budd Hopkins."
and
"I know that all of the major UFO research organizations were targeted for infiltration and control by the Secret Government ... MUFON is a great example."

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The title to this thread is stupid.

Whitley wrote about alot more than his experience being raped.

I've read Communion and he describes another instance of being 'harvested' for reproductive material.

This happens alot (according to abductees).

People can really only curl up into their comfy blanket of perspective to avoid this information, and they will...

the thought that all of this really does happen is hefty.

I believe Whitley, by coming out about his experiences, has probably been 'compromised' by the gov. in ways that he doesn't even realize. That's just the price of being honest in this world, really.

But as far as his experiences - forget that there were movies made about it, forget that he sold best seller books about it, forget all of that. Just consider that he's not the only one.



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What he mentions in the beginning about the sensation of falling out of bed is indicative of someone leaving their body. This happens to alot of us, we get the sensation of falling into bed, or out of bed. You aren't physically moving however... it's a phenomena of your energetic body slipping out of the physical (or back into).

Thought that was interesting.


True but he did state in his following book Transformation that one night they enticed his astral body out of his physical to show him the soul has an independent life of its own and is not bound entirely bound to the physical body.Transformation contains a lot of information that he felt was not covered in detail enough in Communion.Then there is the physical implant he says he got and this was conformed by a doctor he knows ,also he has passed lie detector tests/test in the past and there have been independent witnesses at his cabin that have encountered the visitors and experienced very high levels of strangeness.


Here is a part of one of his journals ;The part about his probe is interesting;


"A few days after I found the tape, I received an e-mail from a reader of this website that proved to be of tremendous, even epochal, importance in my life. The reader theorized that I had been the victim of something called electroejaculation. This involves the insertion of a probe into the rectum, and the application of an electrical current that stimulates muscles to erect the penis and cause an ejaculation. It is used in animal husbandry and in sex clinics."

"I had never heard of such a thing, but a little research quickly revealed that the machines exist and have been around for years. In listening to the tape again, it became obvious that I was describing being electroejaculated. First, I describe the insertion of the probe into my body. A moment later, I express surprise that I have suddenly gotten an erection, then react as I am aware of my ejaculation. I remember one of the creatures who were doing this to me running off with it in a little container."

"The innocent confusion on that tape is eloquent. I was being subjected, back in December of 1986, to a clinical procedure that I did not even known existed until October of 2003. My description of what was happening to me is an exact description of the procedure."

"To me, this has closed the door on any possibility that what happened to me that night was in any way imaginary or illusory. It was a real event, and I do not believe that it was done by people in disguise, but by nonhuman creatures of unknown origin. The reason that I am so firm about this second part is that I believe not only my own eyes, but the testimony of hundreds of thousands of people, and most especially, the recent British Columbia abduction case of ?Cynthia,? which is the best documented case of this kind in history."

"Cynthia was not alone when she entered the initial phase of the encounter. She was with another witness who shared her perceptions and her experience, exactly as people do in normal life. Not only that, both women suffered physical after- effects, and the other witness experienced a mysterious burn above her coccyx that was severe enough to require medical attention. In addition, researcher Brian Vike has identified witnesses who observed unusual lights in the sky in the area where Cynthia and the other witness were having their encounter, at the time that it was taking place."

"Even if I did not have thousands of other abduction cases to point to, I would have to be very thick-headed indeed to continue to entertain the idea that there was anything imaginary or false about this. It is real experience. It involves abduction by creatures that do not walk the streets here on earth, and it is concerned with the taking of tissue and/or sexual material from the victims."

"Not only that, the United States government is engaged in a ferocious coverup of this activity. I say ferocious because I believe that a lot of the debunking that goes on is carefully designed by professional sociologists. What was done to me in Parade Magazine showed sophistication and skill, and did immense damage to me. If I could ever obtain proof, I would certainly sue the United States, although I have no doubt that they would claim that it had been done legally, in the name of national security."

"And they would be quite right to make this claim. The Air Force doesn?t have a vendetta against me. It is evidently charged with controlling public acceptance of the UFO phenomenon, and is simply carrying out orders."

"But why? Why not warn us that somebody might enter our bedrooms in the night and steal our most precious contents from us? Why not attempt to protect us instead of seek to make it easier for them to do this?"

"The conclusion is inescapable that the government is making sure that the public remains passive and thus vulnerable. The U.S. government is proactively assisting the creatures that are attacking us. If there was general public knowledge, people would take steps to protect themselves. Ways and means could and would be found. If this was not true, if we were indeed helpless, then there would be no reason for the secrecy. The creatures would simply come and do their will in an open and obvious way and that would be that."

"Government secrecy is a weapon. It is being used against us. When the Air Force debunks and lies about UFOs and close encounters, it is attacking the American people with a powerful and brutal weapon. When the CIA lies and says it knows nothing about this, it is striking a blow against the country it is supposed to serve."

"They aren?t doing this out of hatred of the American people or the people of the world. They are doing it out of fear that, if they don?t do it, we will suffer even worse consequences."

"What might they be? What danger would be great enough to turn a government against its own people?indeed, its own species and its world? My uncle, Col. E. M. Strieber, told me that he was aware of the arrival of materials from the Roswell crash at Wright Field in the summer of 1947. He also told me that he?d understood that the secrecy initially came from concern that they might represent a new type of Soviet craft, but later that there was a threat, if the secret of the presence of these intruders was not kept, to destroy the earth in an instant."

"General Arthur Exon, who was for many years my uncle?s commanding officer, told me that he had been a member for the Air Force of a committee that studied this situation for many years, and indeed, as late as 1988, was still attending meetings at Wright-Patterson. He said that his belief was that the secrecy was for a more positive reason, which was that we would be culturally destroyed if we were exposed to much higher visitor knowledge, much as primitive civilizations have been destroyed on earth when exposed to scientifically advanced cultures."

"As I have written in these columns before, I also believe that there is another possible reason for the secrecy, which is that official admission of the reality of the visitors might be a sort of trigger that enables them to come swarming into our world?to actually make our world part of theirs."

"Certainly, in dealing with an unknown as toxic as this one is on so many different levels, any government would be extremely cautious. If it found that it had to give up a little of the dignity of a few of its people, and perhaps a few lives, in return for not causing the collapse of civilization or worse, the total destruction of the planet, then there is no question that it would decide to sacrifice the lives."

"Unfortunately, I cannot tell you where the truth about these various dangers lies. I can only tell you this: the visitors are entirely real and they are here taking sexual material and tissues from human beings. I am sorry that it has taken me so many years to feel that I can make this statement unequivocally, but I am not given to asserting things that I don?t think I can back up. I can back this up. The evidence is sufficient."

"In addition, the U.S. government is actively covering up the activities of whoever is doing this, denying that they exist and seeking to destroy the reputations and credibility of anybody who makes an efficient effort to convince the public otherwise. I think that the operation that was carried out against me in the pages of Parade magazine is sufficient evidence of this."




Here is the results of his lie dectector test he took and other mental and physical brain disorders; he was tested for and passed.


Strieber's Test Results Show a Normal Adult Telling the Truth.


From the first few months after his startling recollection of the ordeal related in his book Communion, to the beginning of 1999, Whitley Strieber has been subjected to a battery of psychological and polygraphic tests. The result: he's telling the truth. Whereas the body of professional documentation presented here represents only a portion of the tests Strieber underwent, they support his continuing assertion that he was not suffering from either a physical or mental disorder at the time of the experiences, nor was he merely lying about them.

The test results include an EEG and MRI done in 1986 and 1987, polygraph ("lie detector") tests performed in New York and London, and two psychological analyses from different doctors. The most recent of these was done in January of 1999. These original documents are published here for the first time.


The EEG: Testing for Temporal Lobe Epilepsy;




The MRI: Other brain abnormalities ruled out


Click for full view Whitley's MRI scan of March 1988 showed unknown bright objects in his brain. Such objects appear in a small percentage of MRI scans of the brain, and in large numbers can be associated with diseases like muscular dystrophy. However, Whitley's were believed to be medically insignificant, and he has never suffered any symptoms of neuromuscular disorder.

Both the EEG and the MRI were suggested by Dr. Donald Klein, the psychiatrist with whom Strieber first began therapy for the symptoms arising as a result of his experiences. The tests were carried out by neurologists. It was Dr. Klein who had raised the issue of TLE, and who has affirmed that all neurological tests came back negative, indicating no abnormalities. Indeed, Dr. Klein has asserted that it would be "foolish" to ascribe the reported experiences to TLE, or any other abnormality, including psychosis2.





Nat Laurendi's Polygraph Tests






Whitley's first polygraph was administered by New York polygraphist Nat Laurendi. Mr. Laurendi was extensively experienced, having worked for many years with the New York City Police Department. The test indicated that Whitley was being truthful in describing his 1985 close encounter. The first polygraph was administered on October 31, 1986, and Mr. Laurendi was interviewed about it on-air a number of times. However, he did not provide Whitley a formal report. Whitley took a second polygraph from Mr. Laurendi in March of 1988 prior to the publication of Transformation, and the formal report, reproduced here, was provided.

Apparently Mr. Laurendi projected an irrascible persona, even reading Strieber his Miranda rights as a control, and there was some disagreement about a question regarding cults in the first test. Laurendi unequivocally concludes, however, that Strieber is sincere: "Does he believe what he is saying? As a polygraphist, I have to say yes."3


The BBC polygraphs




Before the British Broadcasting Corporation in London would allow Whitley to appear on any of its programs, it insisted that he pass a polygraph arranged by them. Again, he was found to be telling the truth about his encounter.

This test was performed during the promotional tour for Communion in May 1987.

It will be noticed that this test, and Nat Laurendi's test of 1988, contain only a few questions. Laurendi has stated that the optimal number of relevant questions for a polygraph test is four to six. The eighteen questions asked in the polygraph test appearing in Appendix II of Communion include control questions, as well as the core set of relevant questions.


The first psychological assessments





Whitley took a complete battery of psychological tests a few months after his encounter. The test presented here revealed that "Mr. Strieber appears to be very frightened and to feel powerless." This is a powerful indication that the encounter experience was devastating to him emotionally, just as he reports in his books.

This test, administered by psychologist Maryellyn Duane in New York, is significant because it was performed only two and a half months following Strieber's first recollected encounter in December 1985. While acknowledging his feeling of powerlessness, Dr. Duane also reaffirms that there are no indications of any physical abnormalities, presumably with his brain, that would account for the stress that led him to seek professional help.


The latest psychological tests;




In January 1999, Whitley once again had a psychological evaluation. It continues to indicate that he is simply a normal adult under stress, stating his "adequate reality orientation with no indications of severe emotionality." The report further states that "this individual appears to be experiencing tension at the present time".
Even fifteen years after his first encounter, he remains stressed.


link to test results, http://www.unknowncountry.com/edge/articles/tests.phtml

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I think you'd be an adult under stress too if your arsehole was raped bloody by mind control agents. No real surprise there

This guy just reeks of CIA. Cooper has ousted plenty of these shitty fuckin losers. Im with him on this Strieber is a CIA asset. In fact nearly the whole damn UFO community is populated with these scumbags.

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I think you'd be an adult under stress too if your arsehole was raped bloody by mind control agents. No real surprise there

This guy just reeks of CIA. Cooper has ousted plenty of these shitty fuckin losers. Im with him on this Strieber is a CIA asset. In fact nearly the whole damn UFO community is populated with these scumbags.

Something is very night right with these people ... add him to the LIST


CIA DOGSHIT EATING FUCKWITS
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John Lear
Robert Lazar
Bruce Macabee
Clifford Stone
Stanton Friedman
Linda Howe
Whitley Strieber


I have neither seen or felt anything to suggest Whitley is a CIA agent on the contrary he seems a very sincere and honest man trying to deal with a very high level of unknown origins.Its all a matter of opinion and i for one will not rule out him being genuine and sincere and because of this being a target for disinformation from people who would like to see him debunked as a CIA agent.





In the above book Whitley and his wife Anne included a large part of the half a million letters they received from people claiming to have witnessed or experienced what Whitley encountered or experienced.Add that to the list of people being manipulated by CIA agents.

Far to great a number of people for the CIA to mind fuck i would say and of course if you include the nature of the questions he was asked in his BBC lie detector test then surely he would have been found out if he was NOT telling the truth about his experiences NOT coming from unknown visitors if he was in on the CIA mind manipulation mind fuck.

From his first book "Communion then "Transformation" to the "Secret School" where he describes the "MOON" IN A VERY DIFFERENT REALITY , not far off the recent revelations David Icke has produced in his new book about the nature off "MOON MATRIX" and Whitley did in that book say something about Mars too.Have been following him since day one when Communion was on the book shelf's and i see no evidence of him being a CIA manipulator or a victim off them.
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I think you'd be an adult under stress too if your arsehole was raped bloody by mind control agents. No real surprise there

This guy just reeks of CIA. Cooper has ousted plenty of these shitty fuckin losers. Im with him on this Strieber is a CIA asset. In fact nearly the whole damn UFO community is populated with these scumbags.

Something is very night right with these people ... add him to the LIST


CIA DOGSHIT EATING FUCKWITS
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John Lear
Robert Lazar
Bruce Macabee
Clifford Stone
Stanton Friedman
Linda Howe
Whitley Strieber


I have neither seen or felt anything to suggest Whitley is a CIA agent on the contrary he seems a very sincere and honest man trying to deal with a very high level of unknown origins.Its all a matter of opinion and i for one will not rule out him being genuine and sincere and because of this being a target for disinformation from people who would like to see him debunked as a CIA agent.




This book is written for the people... By the people, 14 Jun 1999
Communion Letters serves as a wakeup call to those who persist in denying the experiences of thousands of individuals all across the globe. If nothing else...this book should have made people seriously question "What Is Going On Here?" It also is a great help to those who might think they are alone in their confusion as it is a CLEAR indication that "We are NOT Alone" at all

The Striebers received over half a million letters from other people who had encountered the visitors. The mind-bending, awsome truth. $17.95
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View Enlarged ImageThe media, the UFO community--none of them know much of anything about close encounters. Did you know that most encounters are witnessed by more than one person? That people see their dead friends and relatives with the visitors? That people are routinely carried through time? Or that many people, none of them knowing each other, have seen the same strange, strange place?

These letters are the single most mysterious document that has ever been assembled in human history. Taken together, they represent a genuine communication from the beyond. They are entirely authentic, most of them written long before the close encounter experience became common knowledge.

Above all, they reflect a strangeness that is totally unlike anything in the media, on the internet or in the UFO literature.

320 Pages.

(The Communion Letters were originally published in 1997, in a small edition. The new edition has a new introduction by Whitley Strieber and afterword by Anne Strieber.)


In the above book Whitley and his wife Anne included a large part of the half a million letters they received from people claiming to have witnessed or experienced what Whitley encountered or experienced.Add that to the list of people being manipulated by CIA agents.

Far to great a number of people for the CIA to mind fuck i would say and of course if you include the nature of the questions he was asked in his BBC lie detector test then surely he would have been found out if he was NOT telling the truth about his experiences NOT coming from unknown visitors if he was in on the CIA mind manipulation mind fuck.

From his first book "Communion then "Transformation" to the "Secret School" where he describes the "MOON" IN A VERY DIFFERENT REALITY , not far off the recent revelations David Icke has produced in his new book about the nature off "MOON MATRIX" and Whitley did in that book say something about Mars too.Have been following him since day one when Communion was on the book shelf's and i see no evidence of him being a CIA manipulator or a victim off them.

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It's a very common " vision " of shamans under a psychoactive plant
, like the one in Peru, is to have sexual intercourse with " beings " that appear insect like.

Graham Handcock in his book Supernatual compares these shamanic visions with those of modern alien abductions, and there are MANY simularities to be found in these experiences, that the odds of there being some kind of coincidence between the two experiences, as just a coincidence, no - not a chance. There are VERY common themes to be found between the two.

Do I think Whitley is a CIA agent, or is part of some disinfo plan? I don't know. Do I think he is trying to communicate some of his experience with a reality that we can't see with the five senses, that he might not totally understand? I think so.
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Hmmmm....I am still undecided on Whitley Strieber. His books are certainly fascinating reading, but he blurs the lines between defining what experiences are physical reality and spirituality... I am not comfortable with the spiritual aspect of his writing or conjecture. It makes for good philosophy, but what we need are facts.
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Hmmmm....I am still undecided on Whitley Strieber. His books are certainly fascinating reading, but he blurs the lines between defining what experiences are physical reality and spirituality... I am not comfortable with the spiritual aspect of his writing or conjecture. It makes for good philosophy, but what we need are facts.
Good point.. no doubt he's milked it, broken in subjective spirituality areas and taken alot of personal abuse. Made a fortune, lost a fortune.
But he did experience an alien abduction as described in the book communion.
He was dealing with the big boys so to speak.

Alas I've made a statement, it's up to me to prove it.
er I'll get back to you on that one..
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I dont trust Bill Coopers call on this one. After seeing his crude outburst directed towards Icke about 10 years ago, I lost a little bit of respect for the man to be 100% truthful
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I dont trust Bill Coopers call on this one. After seeing his crude outburst directed towards Icke about 10 years ago, I lost a little bit of respect for the man to be 100% truthful
Neither do I.

Personally I think in his later years, quite frankly Bill 'lost it'... and became the classic survivalist recluse..
As he became more and more paranoid, he freaked out his wife at the time, pulled a gun on a policeman and was inevitably shot dead. Not murdered.
The police man who shot him was quite open about it and his reasoning.
check it out for yourself people.
Besides, it's obvious Cooper's information was coming to him second-hand.. he began filling in the blanks using faith. Dangerous mixture..
Many have fallen in this field. It's a frustrating subject, but take your time, chill and pull back before jumping in and making leaps; there's not one human on this planet who can know everything about this subject. Certain information is simply beyond verification.
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