I read it years ago and enjoyed it very much! He goes back to his first contacts with extra-terrestrials and tells the stories from the beginning. Here’s a bit of it – check it out below:
A sunny afternoon in 1965 saw me out roaming with the usual group of neighborhood urchins. We were typical Southern kids, wandering about in search of all
manner of adventure – something to build, or see, or take home. Little were we prepared for what suddenly appeared in the southwest sky: a silver, oval-shaped, gleaming craft –
obviously not an airplane or helicopter. It was seamless, totally silent – and unlike anything we’d ever seen. After hovering for a short time, it instantly vanished.
We felt this was something truly unusual. My family, predictably, passed off the incident as a childish musing. But my cohorts and I knew we’d seen something way beyond the ordinary. It was my first encounter with an “ETV,” the term used by the National Security Agency for extra-terrestrial vehicles, also commonly known as UFOs.
Since that day, my sense of connection to that spacecraft has endured. Events over the next few weeks strengthened the tie: I experienced a series of lucid dreams and night encounters with beings who were not from the Earth.
Because I was simply a young boy I was able to take it “all in stride” – it seemed a natural result of the incident with my three friends. I believe the ETs were focused on instilling in me an awareness and acceptance of things beyond the world I could see. My innocence allowed me to view this without
prejudice, although I didn’t speak publicly about it (due to the potential ridicule) until a few years ago.
But this early connection was life-altering. It was clearly the dawning of a larger search for truth that grew stronger as I matured.
My interest and curiosity about these matters intensified, although I didn’t have another direct ET encounter for years. Until around the age of twelve, I would collect relevant articles from such magazines as “True”, “Argosy” and “Life” as well as books about UFO encounters, and accumulated a large stash in my closet! The idea of knowledge of people from other planets enthralled me, and fed into the sense of wonder and joy I felt when looking at the night sky.
Fear never entered my mind – it seemed as comfortable as home. So my approach to the idea of extraterrestrials was that their existence is understood, or a “given,” and that these beings are aware of our evolution on
earth. This sense of familiarity with the great expanse of creation has always induced a sense of joy and peace, even as a preschooler. When out in nature, I gained this sense of something awake and divine beyond everyday existence. I believe there was always something, like a hand on my shoulder, helping and guiding me toward a perception of awakeness, a mysterious conscious presence that would open to me when I looked at the sky or played outdoors.
There is a Persian expression: “the best way to love God is to
love His creation.” I was blessed with this reality in a very innocent, elemental way. It was an unconventional view of life, perhaps the natural outcome of an equally unconventional childhood. I grew up in a deliciously eccentric Southern family. Mother was like Scarlett O’Hara blended with Bette Davis in “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte”, mixed with a touch of Joan Crawford’s “Mommy Dearest”! Father was half Native American, his mother a Cherokee.
But I was raised in a family that was extremely troubled. Children
from such difficult backgrounds generally follow one of two life paths: they
either succumb to self-destructive habits and addictions, sometimes to the point of suicide, or find sufficient inner strength to build a meaningful and productive life. I took the latter course, through the grace of God and the intervention of the seen and unseen world.
In reality, I have perhaps never known of a more traumatic,
dysfunctional family situation than ours. Most people are unaware of this
background; they see me as a successful physician and public figure(albeit
somewhat eccentric at times!) and assume a conventional, normal
As a young adult, I once attended the movie “Mommy
Dearest” with my twin sister. Afterward, we looked at each other and said,
“My God, that would’ve been the best day of our childhood!” People are
horrified to hear this. Because of parental alcoholism, and home conditions
that often attend it, we children also lived with elements of abandonment,
neglect and abuse. I remember, as a little pre-schooler, eating cigarette
ashes, sand, and dirt when nothing else was around. As a medical doctor, I
now realize this was at least providing some of the mineral supplements my
body needed: one of those instinctual cravings demanded by the body to
enable survival. I was frequently very sick, especially every winter, with
terrible pneumonias and bronchitis. My lungs still have scar tissue from
However, blessings often become apparent through
hardship. The challenges made me one tough bird! Any bitterness I might
have harbored from childhood has dissipated through the realization that
this made me strong – a survivor. By the time I reached high school, I
vowed to take hold of my life and turn it around, and did.
Through some of those years I was actually self-supporting,
with my own apartment. I held down a job in a local restaurant, working
each night until 1:00 A.M., then rose at 6 each day to bicycle across the city
to school. I managed to maintain an A grade average, becoming an Honor
Society student involved in numerous school activities.
My budding sense of responsibility extended to my three
sisters. I often unintentionally referred to them as “my daughters”, so strong
was my protective, caring instinct for them. Having parents who were antirole models, I learned how not to do things. The challenges brought the
realization that we all create our own future, and transcending the
limitations of birth, poverty, abuse, or any other hardship is possible
through the exertion of human will.
I was far too busy during high school to become enthralled
with the stuff of pop culture that absorbed many teenagers from the late
‘60s through early ‘70s. I simply didn’t have access to the luxuries most
middle class kids took for granted, and basic survival was a constant
preoccupation. Carousing with drugs and alcohol was out of the question!
Instead, I began to read the Vedas (the ancient, sacred
literature of India) and study Sanskrit. On my own I learned about
meditation and the concept of transcendence, which fit quite comfortably
into my psyche. I’d been raised outside the confines of formal religion. My parents did not involve me in church as a child (in fact, they were emphatically atheist). The lack of attachment to an institutional doctrine left me open to ideas that might have been outside the comfort zone of someone growing up in a conventional religious tradition. The result is that I moved naturally into the realm of meditative experiences and higher consciousness, without tutoring from outside parties. I taught myself prayer and meditation, from reading as well as direct experience. These pursuits, coupled with my school involvement in environmental and peace issues, created a new layer of experience and growth in consciousness for me. It was at this point the experience I now call “non-locality of consciousness” made itself known.
When I could find free time, I loved to bicycle out into the countryside
seeking this connection.
I’d lie in a field, and practice those techniques that had
emerged from inside me. I’d find myself traveling to observe other parts of
Charlotte, or to see other areas of the Earth, or going out into space and
seeing it clearly. This became routine. At the age of 15, a beautiful,
unstoppable force was opening up inside of me, independent of any sort of
tradition. It manifested completely from within.
(Click link to read more: http://www.disclosureproject.org/docs/pdf/chapters_1_&_2.pdf)