Journey of Discovery by
Becky
Part 2: Discovery
Because of
the early ridicule I endured, I had no support system. There
was no one with whom I could talk and no one I would trust to
listen. I felt very alone, but learned to go on with my life.
I did occasionally wonder about things and I think on
some level I always knew something was going on. I would
catch myself thinking about an odd mark or unexplainable bruise,
and deciding, “Oh, they must have been here last night.” It
took me years to wonder who “they” were. I accepted my odd
fears and worked to overcome them. I didn’t question where they
came from. There were times I would awaken with my nightclothes
on backwards, inside out, or both. I became obsessed with
checking them to make sure they were on correctly at bedtime,
which they nearly always were. In the morning, I would be at a
loss to explain how they had turned or flipped. Every once in a
while, I would wake up with nothing on and find my night clothes
in another room. This was extremely hard to explain, but I
managed to simply shrug it off and not think too deeply about
it. Occasionally, I would see some cartoon character or drawing
of something with large eyes. They made me uncomfortable, but I
would just avoid them. I didn’t like to spend the night at
anyone else’s house because I felt a vague sense of guilt that I
would somehow endanger them. I kept to myself for many years.
Everything
changed in my 20’s when I accidentally picked up a book on alien
abductions. The book was Communion by Whitley Strieber.
I have been an avid science fiction reader my entire life, but
always stayed well clear of UFO and abduction topics. I had
never read any other books by this author, and didn’t have any
idea what this particular book was about. I bought the book as
part of a package for joining a book club and without thinking
picked Communion. When it arrived, I put it aside
and ignored it for months. The cover bothered me, so I turned
it over and put it under a stack of other books. Even though I
hadn’t read a word in it yet, I didn’t like the book. It
disturbed me. Ultimately, I ran out of other reading material
and picked it up again. As I began to read, I realized that I
was recognizing more and more of the material. I read it from
cover to cover in a few hours, never putting it down once I
began. No other book has ever affected me as that one did,
before or since. Quite literally, my world fell apart that day.
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