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.

Ready For Jerocktober? (Pre-sorry….)

Aloha, Gang!

As you can’t help but know by now, my new book is out over at Amazon, waiting for you to read it. Another season of Our Undoing Radio has come and gone. And ye olde Paratopia keeps coming. I don’t listen to many of them as I put them out but when I do I appreciate them in new ways. Last week’s was the infamous Scott Lilienfeld episode. This is the show wherein we ask an extremely famous doctor in his field all about hypnosis and even pose some questions about the David Jacobs/Emma Woods hypnosis session clip where he tries to convince her that she has multiple personality disorder because aliens are starting to catch on to who he is and what he does, and he wants to throw them off his scent as an abduction researcher by throwing her under the bus. Because… you know… that’s how advanced telepathic aliens work. They only read the subject’s mind and only her hypnosis sessions. Or something.

As I listen to that episode now, I hear something else pretty amazing. I remember how proud Jeff was to have gotten Lilienfeld to do the show. It took some convincing. Ultimately, this convincing was built on the premise that Jeff was sane and honest and could be trusted not to screw this guy over with a lame true believer conversation that would waste his time. So, what I hear now is the best expert we could hope to talk to about hypnosis, memory, and human psychology–a man who, unbeknownst to me, at least, was also a ‘professional” skeptic–being kind of forced to listen to and reconcile with Jeff’s consciously-recalled experiences after Jeff had earned his trust and after both of us had shown we were rational enough to do away with hypnosis and terribly abusive pseudo-research. Think about how rare that is. As in, I don’t think it has happened since. It wasn’t a gotcha interview between two experiencers and a skeptic. it was a human conversation between three people.

There is not a show in existence where the host is willing to be that vulnerable. And it wasn’t premeditated. That’s just who Jeff was. He was like a little kid who couldn’t wait to finally have adult conversations with adults no matter if they ended up burning him or not. Fear of how negatively a person might react never stopped him from having the conversation. And to his great credit, Lilienfeld didn’t burn him. He couldn’t. He knew what we all know: Jeff was telling the truth and was sane.

As I continue to slog on from the periphery of ufology, I sometimes have to remind myself that even my experiences exist. Not that they’re real–I know they are real, whatever “real” means. But I sometimes get so caught up in calling out nonsense and con artists and even trying to teach an audience what it means to have the type of deeply inquisitive mind these subjects demand that I forget, Oh, right. This isn’t all garbage cases and shallow thinking. These phenomena exist. An intelligence reaches out to us, and, as Jeff used to say, “What you give is what you get.” If you want honest and deep you have to give honestly and deeply.

In other news, next month you will be hearing a lot more from me. I’ll be Whitley Strieber’s guest on Dreamland the 3rd week of October, I believe it is. Remember the big announcement I said I was going to make a few posts back? You’ll hear that announcement in the beginning of the interview, so do tune it!

Furthermore, I’m thinking about maaaaaybe doing another new Paratopia special. I have a long story to share and explore with you, I just don’t know where I want to do that yet. I’m leaning toward Paratopia because I also want to share a couple of the “Shroudman” revelations Jeff was told we could talk about publicly but never did. He would tell people one on one but never to an audience. I think it’s time to talk about those.

Furthermost, if you can’t get enough of my glorious voice and want to hear me make it babble for 2 hours, forty-five minutes, you don’t have to wait until October. You can listen to a man named Vuk question-bomb me into submission on the Tracing Owls podcast, which I have hyperlinked for your convenience. At some point in there I say that I am done talking about hypnosis and also my own experiences.

I mean it. I’m done. Sort of.

I will only talk about them in the future if there is something new and relevant to say about hypnosis or, in the case of my experiences, if whomever is interviewing me wants to use them as a springboard for some type of deeper discussion, perhaps to test a theory or make a point. Just rehashing what happened to me is not fruitful anymore. We have to move this conversation on. It’s stale. It’s dying. I either quit or help breathe new life into it. Let’s go with life, since… you know… we’re alive.

Also, because a week after my announcement I will be completely taking over ufology when I… Oh, you’ll just have to listen to Dreamland to find out!

Alright. That’s all I’ve got. ‘Til next time… adieu.

Aliens: The First and Final Disclosure Launches NOW!

It’s here. My tidy little ufological opus that opens up and enlarges in your mind the more you engage with its concepts. It is philosophical gravy dripping down a comedy roast, waiting to be consumed by you. It is a mirror held up to society and to you, dear reader, if you dare look. It is, finally, a deeply affecting answer to what aliens are and what alien abductions are about.

No. Really.

It’s a lot. It’s here. It’s time to change the narrative in alien abduction research and have a real conversation about UFO/UAP/Alien disclosure and what drives us to its advocacy. This book does just that.