"What we are experiencing is a perceptual anomaly that is sufficiently ambiguous and intense that it demands explanation. It is something that human beings have been experiencing for a long time. It is the cause of religion, of mythology, of folklore. Presently it is the cause of the 'alien abduction' belief."
-Whitley Strieber's closing words of the cover letter to last issue of "The Communion Letter", spring Issue, 1991; Volume 3, No. 1.
"The voice became a hiss. 'You will get to the telescope! You must,
do you understand! Must!' Her hissing reminded me of the
giant lizard at the zoo, the way he hissed when you got him with a
mesquite bean.
"The 'medical examination' to which abductees are said to be subjected,
often accompanied by sadistic sexual manipulation, is reminiscient
of the medieval tales of encounters with demons. It makes no sense
in a sophisticated or technical framework: any intelligent being
equipped with the scientific marvels that UFOs possess would be in
a position to achieve any of these alleged scientific objectives
in a shorter time and with fewer risks."
"These entities are clever enough to make Strieber think they care
about him. Yet his torment by them never ceases. Whatever his
relationship to the entities, and he increasingly concludes that
their involvement with him is something 'good,' he also remains
terrified of them and uncertain as to what they are."
"I became entirely given over to extreme dread. The fear was so
powerful that it seemed to make my personality completely evaporate...
'Whitley' ceased to exist. What was left was a body and a state of
raw fear so great that it swept about me like a thick, suffocating
curtain, turning paralysis into a condition that seemed close to
death...I died and a wild animal appeared in my place."
"Increasingly I felt as if I were entering a struggle that might
even be more than life and death. It might be a struggle for my
soul, my essence, or whatever part of me might have reference
to the eternal. There are worse things than death, I suspected...
so far the word demon had never been spoken among the scientists
and doctors who were working with me...Alone at night I worried
about the legendary cunning of demons...At the very least I was
going stark, raving mad."
"I wondered if I might not be in the grip of demons, if they were
not making me suffer for their own purposes, or simply for their
enjoyment."
"The hand was weird. It was bony and thin, and it was digging hard
into my shoulder. This sure didn't seem much like any dream I ever
had before.
"Writhing from the pain, I looked up, trying to see this person.
But she pushed my head back down and I found myself looking into a
huge book made of dark blue leather and crusted with rubies so
enormous that I could see my own face reflected in them. I could
see the Sister of Mercy, too, a black shadow in the depths of each
jewel.
"Her long, thin hands caressed the cover of the book with the care
due a fragile, overripe fruit. And yet it did not seem worn. On
the contrary, the sense of antiquity was combined with a quality
of the fresh, as if it was both ancient and freshly minted.
"She lifted the cover, revealing supple, curiously floppy endpapers
that reminded me in a creepy way of skin. Instead of pages in the
book, there was a strange darkness. I did not want to look; I didn't
even want to be near it. Hands grasped my head and pushed it
downward. I was aware of sucking, as if the book were a well and
there was a creature down there that was going to devour me. I
could not prevent it..."
-Whitley Strieber, "The Secret School"
-Dr. Jacques Vallee, "Confrontations"
-John Ankerberg, "The Facts on UFOs and Other Supernatural Phenomena"
-Whitley Strieber, "Communion"
-Whitley Strieber, "Transformation"
-Whitley Strieber, "Transformation"
