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These people suffered from no obvious psychiatric disorder, except the effects of traumatic experience, and were reporting with powerful emotion what to them were utterly real experiences.

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In short, I was dealing with a phenomenon that I felt could not be explained psychiatrically, yet was simply not possible within the framework of the Western scientific worldview. With the new millennium, Mack began showing up at Newport, Leslie Hansen remembered. She had been hired to help Mack transcribe recordings of his sessions, and she came to believe in the process that she had buried her own troubling childhood memories of aliens at her bedside. Mack was also deeply in love with his research associate, Dominique Callimanopulos, the glamorous daughter of the Greek shipping tycoon who owned Hellenic Lines.

Mack was dubious. Hansen laughed. Two years after meeting Hopkins, Mack was working with dozens of experiencers, and one day he told incredulous fellow psychiatrists at Cambridge Hospital about alien abduction. In he and David E. Pritchard, a pioneering physicist in atom optics at M. Mack presented his findings, as did Hopkins and David M. Bryan, the author of the best-seller Friendly Fire, was among a few select writers invited, for another book, Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind, which Knopf would publish in Conferees argued over the validity of a poll done by the Roper Organization for the hotel and aerospace mogul and U.

Bigelow that sought for the first time to quantify alien abduction in America. Because few were likely to admit to being an abductee, the pollsters asked the 5, respondents if they had ever experienced five key abduction-type symptoms: waking up paralyzed with the sense of a strange presence or person in the room, missing time, feeling a sensation of flying, seeing balls of light in the room, and finding puzzling scars. Anyone who answered yes to the nonsense word was eliminated as unreliable. Two percent of the respondents, or people, acknowledged at least four of the five experiences, which Roper said translated to 3.

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At a minimum, Hopkins reported, the results suggested that , adult Americans might be abductees. Mack, a year before his death, with Budd Hopkins, the American artist and abduction researcher, at the International U. Congress Awards in Some respected colleagues, asked to comment on his manuscript, were dismayed.

Anyone could espouse alien abduction, but Mack was a renowned Harvard professor.


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Indeed, Mack soon stepped into a minefield, adding to his circle of abductees a year-old Boston writer who intrigued him with a bizarre tale of being taken into a spaceship with Nikita Khrushchev and President John F. Kennedy during the Cuban missile crisis. Undaunted, Mack appeared on The Oprah Winfrey Show with five of his lucid, articulate, and normal-acting abductees. Mack believes them, he says, when they say that they have had children with aliens. Harvard had had enough. Mack recruited a potent legal team: Daniel P. Experiencers who had appeared on Oprah with Mack testified for him.

Peter Faust, an acupuncturist in his 30s, told of having been recognized on a spaceship by another abductee and of possibly having been an alien himself in a previous lifetime. Mack and his research partner Callimanopulos flew off to investigate a report that on September 14, , a large, saucer-shaped spacecraft and several smaller craft had landed or hovered near a schoolyard in Ruwa, 40 miles northeast of Harare.

The children told Mack and Callimanopulos on tape that the beings had large heads, two holes for nostrils, a slit for a mouth or no mouth at all, and long black hair, and were dressed in dark, single-piece suits. It just popped up in my head. He never said anything.

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He talked just with his eyes. It was just the face and the eyes. They looked horrible. Mack countered with a fervent rebuttal. When the final report came out, Mack was dumbfounded. Mack remains a member in good standing of the Harvard Faculty of Medicine. Mack had prevailed, but he realized in retrospect that he had made a fateful error.

It is possible that in some cases people are taken bodily into spacecraft. However, the question is more subtle and complex. Whether space aliens were visiting, what planet they came from, and whether they were friendly to humans seemed increasingly less important than what such spiritual encounters revealed about the cosmos, Mack wrote. The Western materialist worldview was closed to such mysteries.

But even without physical proof of the encounters, scientific investigation could proceed through study of the abductees themselves. Lass, I mean. I plead guilty to contempt. Send a child like you to the—! They shan't do it! Simply, they shan't do it! I, Major Warfield of Virginia, tell you so, my boy—girl, I mean!

You'll think yourself in your coffin! Governor, they call it The Tombs! The little prisoner turned and faced the court. And the "old lion" buried his shaggy, gray head and beard in his hands and groaned aloud. That's a very odd name! Can't surely be two in the world of the same!

I shouldn't wonder at all! I'll listen and say nothing. What do you mean? How is that? It is, in fact, necessary that you should give an account of yourself," said the clerk. Old Hurricane once more raised his head, opened his ears and gave close attention. One circumstance he had particularly remarked—the language used by the poor child during her examination was much superior to the slang she had previously affected, to support her assumed character of newsboy. Go on—go on, my good boy—girl, I mean!


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