The problem with “alien abductions” and science is that we are highly unlikely to chance upon an abduction during an fMRI scan. But if it did happen and the subject didn’t disappear thanks to a Star Trek-like transporter, what would we see happening in the brain and would it be enough to know what’s happening with the person? Would it at least be enough to know how and therefore where the experience is stored?
The general misperception is still that memories are stored in neat little compartments in the brain. But they aren’t. It’s far more fluid than that. Also, it depends on what type of memory we’re talking about. Humans, it turns out, store memory not as neat computer files of factual download, but as relationship. This is why, for instance, you recognize friends and family even if you haven’t seen them in years. Their hair may change, the color of their skin, their clothes, their voices… but the proportions of their faces remain the same, as do key elements of their body language–and you recognize those things.
With memory, we have lot’s of issues to dissect. The issue of long-term and short-term memory. The issue of wake-state and sleep-state. Drug-induced hallucinogenic. We know the body unconsciously stores traumas in it, right? Back problems related to psychological issues; psycho-somatic rashes and temporary blindness; nervous tics. We can consciously program muscle memory through repetition. And then there’s the vastly unexplored territory of the heart. We know we communicate through the heart. Do we store whole or bits of memory there, too?
Hey. Reader. Look up. Do you see a pattern in those paragraphs missing from neuroscience? Memory is “stored” all over the body. We move through time experiencing/remembering. We are not recorders separate from our memories, we are them. Every billionth of a second of the day we become our own past. Our bodies aren’t marked with the stains of time, they are time. Time being told. Full emersion.
Let’s call what we’re talking about above “topical memory.” It’s the short-term memory of the species playing out through individual lifetimes. The pieces that stick and make sense to remember as instinct or reflex–well those get stored in the DNA as long-term memory.
Maybe we can’t figure out where abduction experiences take place or how the memory is stored yet. But maybe we can see why. Maybe they’re drilling into us for the long haul. And maybe what they’re drilling with is the thing that most easily pierces us: fear. Or, here’s a thought, maybe they use fear for most of us but not those who lack it. Here’s something you actually could study with an fMRI: what are the brain differences in those who say they’ve had positive “space brother” experiences and those who have been terrified? Wouldn’t it be ironic if we found that the “space brother” encounters happen to experiencers with psychopathic brain and behavioral traits? (And no, this doesn’t mean such a person is a serial killer. It means we now know there are physical differences, which, if nurtured improperly, tend to lead one down a horror movie path.)
Ultimately, we’re an immature or perhaps broken species until we “mature” by dropping the self-sense–the persona who moves through time pretending to be separate from the body–and allowing our timeless nature to light the vessel. And that’s a tough hill to climb because it involved death of self, which very few of us will undertake before the undertaker comes for the physical thing.
Perhaps whoever the abductors are know this about us. They know we are incapable of relationship as equals but something about that relationship is important to have. And if it doesn’t happen in this generation or the next or the next, perhaps they are sticking around for when we are ready by engraining themselves in us as DNA or cellular memory.
How else does one not from this time stream embed oneself in the stream?
You do it through the time-makers themselves: humans. And you do it through their storage system: relationship. Why you do it doesn’t get revealed to the broken, immature, uncooked individual. That person who spends her life wondering “Why me?” is not even a pawn on the chessboard.
Think about that.