Alien Abductions and Authority

Aloha, Gang!

Not too long ago Emma Woods posted to Twitter a section of chapter 1 of my book, Aliens: The First and Final Disclosure that she found worthy of discussion. If it’s already quote-worthy in chapter 1, I must be doing something right!

It sparked a chat that I found interesting. I was planning on talking about it for the Paratopia Halloween Special but that 2 hours is quickly filling up with guests, so I likely won’t get to it. In lieu of that, I’m just gonna drop the bit from chapter 1 here and comment after. Here’s what the Twitter kids were talking about:

Call The Cops!

Skeptics often ask of abductees, “If you felt like someone was in the house and you were scared, why didn’t you call the police?” 

In one sense it’s a privileged question that you would no longer ask in good faith to minorities, who are disproportionately victimized by the police, or rape victims. It’s only logical to call the cops insofar as they will bring you more good than harm. What do you think they’ll do with a frantic, “Aliens are in my house!” complaint? Won’t their response fall somewhere between laughter and sticking you in a padded cell? Maybe even for White people!

In another sense it gets to the heart of something skeptics and abductees alike have a hard time grappling with: the abduction experience is not a purely logical one. It is hard to respond logically in a moment where not only the situation is bizarre but your personal headspace isn’t functioning in a way you are used to. Logic as we know it isn’t where the alien mind is at, and they’ve brought us with them.

Unlike other traumatic, invasive events, alien abductions give us a hidden gift: we don’t know if they’re real. When one is victimized by another person, there is an aftermath. You may report it and then have to deal with the legal system. If you don’t report it, you have to wonder if that person is still out there waiting to get you or others like you. You may change your daily routine so as to never encounter that person again, and so forth. With abductions, the entire situation is horrifying and then it goes away. It haunts you, but there is nowhere you can run. If they’re coming back, they’re coming back no matter where you move.

The psychological turmoil of having been abducted by aliens is daunting to say the least. But because abductions are still considered unreal by society at large—and because the alien presence vanishes into thin air like a hallucination—abductees are blessed with a gift victims of day-to-day crimes are not: we are blessed with the ability to wonder if it ever really happened at all. We are blessed with wondering if we’re crazy. This may not feel like a blessing, more of a curse. But actually? It’s our out, our way of being able to maneuver through life without actually going crazy. 

And, not coincidentally, the question of madness keeps the mystery open for us. It could be aliens. It could just as easily be temporary insanity. Or it could be something else. Something neither logical nor illogical. Something that looks like both to people locked into either. Something, that is to say, translogical.

As the word itself implies, there is a mind that transcends and includes logic. Such a mind will look illogical to the logical person who has a hard time interpreting translogical communications any other way. If we are to understand the mystery of abductions perhaps we need to inquire not with reductionistic thinking but with translogical mind. And perhaps, might I suggest, merely seeing the fact of this so clearly and obviously, without wiggle room for objection, is enough to stop the logical inquisitor in his/her tracks, which immediately brings such a one to elusive translogical mind.

Vaeni, Jeremy. Aliens: The First and Final Disclosure, Kynegion House, 2022, P. 10-11.

After Emma posted this she received some responses to the effect that abductees should report it anyway if they feel they’ve been assaulted or kidnapped. One justification mentioned for doing this was that the “victim” could have been drugged and assaulted by a normal human who appeared alien thanks to the drugs. That’s inventive and maybe applies if you met someone at a bar and took them home and that night felt you were abducted or sexually assaulted by aliens. But if you have, say, a lifetime of odd experiences that are not cut-and-dry abductions–UFO sightings, ghostly phenomena, visionary experiences, and so forth–and one day, while you’re alone, you have the big breakthrough “abduction” encounter that puts a name and a face to the other stuff (or seems to), that’s not really something you go to the police with, is it?

Now, we can go back and forth with this forever. But I want to take it in a different direction. Instead of bemoaning our inability to tell anyone with social authority, or their inability to do anything about the abductions if we did, I want to put forth the notion that this taboo against speaking out is secretly a good thing. A painful thing when you feel lost and alone with this, but a good thing in the end.

The social taboo of claiming you’ve been abducted by aliens means that you have to sit with this. You have to contemplate it and not give in to another’s made-up conclusion, the function of which is to reintegrate you with “sane” society. When you refuse to leap to conclusions you are likely to find that it isn’t alien doctors stealing you and hurting you–even if it is. By that I mean such events may be real, but they are telling a story. They are communicating something to you through you. They are partly physical, partly not. They are terrorizing. They are also not. They are literally happening and yet if you look you will find something within the experience that does not add up, which, if you pay attention, tells you that there is something else at play here. Something that presents as an alien doing something knowable and obvious to you… but is it?

The alien is there, is concrete, and is also a living, breathing question, not an answer. The answer is what we engage with to, if we are careful enough, see through for the real mystery. This is because we–you and I–are psychological thought constructs who live in answers. We answer questions. We generally loathe open-endedness. We like our problems to have solutions and our stories to climax and resolve, just like sex.

Our psychological selves, you see, are modeled on the physical body, which includes our physical drives. There is a reason “climax” is a word used for both sex and story-telling. Perhaps aliens raping is itself a clue from this intelligence that how we act in the world as problem solvers who get a high from answering questions is a human story that has run its course. We have climaxed and we’re resolving. Look around. We’re racing ourselves to extinction. Climate catastrophe. Nukes again. I can’t tell you how many articles show up in my news feed now about the creators of A.I. warning us that to breathe life into computer technology is to kill ourselves–yet we continue to do just that. And how about NASA collecting biological samples from Mars to bring here without any real plan or care to… you know… make sure that microbial alien life doesn’t cause the next global pandemic that ends us?

We’ve peaked. We’re resolving. Do we need to because destroying ourselves is “human nature,” or is this the result of a dysfunctional mind justifying its sickness to remain comfortable in bed until the casket is buried? I’m certain there are more than a few nature cultures left who could speak to this. “Aliens” can, too, if you’ll hear them out. But to hear them out is to listen to their language through experiencers. They speak through-and-as our lives. They aren’t just psychically speaking our language to us in our heads. They are wafting through our existence, a timeless perfume in the time stream. Tell that to the cops.

Honestly, for any experiencers reading this who are not on the same page–who are living in terror of aliens or demons or whatever the interpretation is–please do the only thing you can. Be alone with this. It’s your life. These experiences are for you to work out. Authorities cannot help you, be they police, UFO organization, or support group. Be brave. Pick up the flashlight. Light the UFO. Step inside.

Face yourself.


Questions? Comments? Agree? Disagree? Let’s keep the conversation going in the comments section below.