Suzanne's presentation at this year's Experiencers Speak conference

A conversation with Peter Robbins

I recently had the pleasure of being a presenter at this year's Experiencers Speak 2 conference in Portland, Maine where I was fortunate enough to spend some time with Peter Robbins.  As I was most familiar with his book "Left at East Gate: A First-Hand Account of the Rendlesham Forest UFO Incident" which he co-authored with Larry Warren, I was not aware that he was also an accomplished painter, was passionate about and had done extensive research on Wilhelm Reich and Orgone Energy, and had a sister who was a well known punk rocker in the Big Apple back in the day with whom he shared a UFO sighting that ultimately changed his life as he knew it.

Suzanne chats with Whitley Strieber

Whitley Strieber calls Suzanne for an impromptu chat in 2012 where they discuss his earliest abduction experiences, and how they have evolved into something completely different.

Over the last quarter of a century, since the publication of Communion in 1987, the experiences described by Whitley have become part of the public consciousness. The term alien abduction is far too simplistic to convey the depth and strangeness of what he, and many others, have experienced.

Whitley's website linked HERE and his new book Alien Hunter linked HERE. 

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From There to Here

                                                                                 

On September 8, 2012 I was invited to be a presenter at Experiencers Speak, a conference in Gorham Maine that focused on experiencers telling their stories about their lifelong abduction experiences.  I never thought that I would even be considered to talk publicly about these things, as those who normally spoke at these events were usually well known authors, scientists, philosophers and those with the letters P, h and D after their names.

I was quite taken aback when I read the roster of fellow speakers which included the likes of Travis Walton, Peter Robbins, Kathleen Marden, Chris Augustin, Todd Sheldon and others.  Although I had finally come to terms with the fact that I was an abductee only a couple of years ago, I decided that it was time to speak publicly about my experiences, and I did so via various radio and television interviews, and by starting a blog.

This past year has proven to be one of change for me, and for that reason I opted to speak before a live audience for the first time in my life.  Although the thought of speaking in front of people face to face was quite horrifying, the fact that my youngest daughter Emily was joining me on my journey gave me much needed peace as she has been so supportive in my "coming out", as has my oldest daughter Elise.

After I had committed myself to this task, an unexpected event happened to me, an event that would change my life forever.  I had been contacted through facebook by a fellow experiencer who had listened to an interview I had done for Whitley Strieber's Dreamland segment for his website unknowncountry, so I accepted his friend request as I do for many experiencers who share their interest in my story in hopes that they will share theirs with me.  Little did I know what fate had in store for me by doing so, but as I have come to learn, fate had nothing to do with it at all.

The day was April 20, 2012, right on the cusp of the ram turning into the month of the bull.  He didn't share much about his experiences with me, but that is pretty normal for most as I know how hard it is to come to terms with them on a personal level, much less share them with a complete stranger.  Believe me—I know all about the baby steps that one needs to take to accept the oddities that are involved in the abduction experience, so I am always very patient with my inquiries about their journeys.

We casually chatted online for a couple of months, and we slowly started sharing our experiences and our journeys from there to here.  He seemed quite nice, and I really enjoyed our conversations as he was very polite and unobtrusive.  We chatted about our families, careers and general life experiences, and I found him to be quite kindred in many ways.  I didn't really give much thought to anything more than an online friendship at that point, as I had many others like him who enjoyed sharing their personal experiences with me for moral support, which I embrace as I realize that this is my path to follow here in this moment.

Since I had just recently ended a long term relationship, I was very cautious as I was still extremely vulnerable, and emotionally tattered.  I had been through so much already in my life, and although I had no idea where I was to go from that point I surrendered to the universe and asked that the next time I was presented with a potential partner to please make it someone who was kindred to me (and I was VERY specific), an experiencer and a parent, as my children are the most important things in the world to me.

I started meditating more frequently as I knew it would help me to stay on my path, and possibly gain some insightful guidance from those who have been with me on my journey here.  I knew to remain open to these messages, and pay attention to them diligently.  My past experiences with meditation proved to me that by doing so I would always be where I am supposed to be at that moment.

One evening while I was working on my book, I received a message from "them" (whom I choose to refer to as my spirit guides) to close my computer, go into the bedroom, turn off the light, sit at the end of the bed facing the armoire and meditate for 15 minutes.  I was so surprised that this message was so specific, but I did as I was told, even though I was deep into my writing that evening.

I sat there for 15 minutes and asked for the message I was being directed to receive, but nothing came.  I was very frustrated with myself as apparently I wasn't open, or I would have received something.  When nothing happened after those very specific 15 minutes had expired, I got up and went back into the living room to resume working on my book.

As I reopened my laptop, I realized that I had lost my focus.  I was now completely sidetracked and decided I would log into Facebook to see what was going on in the land of social media.  No sooner did I log in did that certain gentleman send me an instant message saying hello.  I had a strange feeling at that moment, when I saw his name.  Why was he so familiar to me?  I get many such messages on a daily basis from people I have never personally met, but for some reason he all of a sudden seemed like he was someone I knew personally.  We exchanged hellos, and talked for a bit, but the suspense was killing me, so I clicked on his profile and began to look at his photos to see if I recognized him.

                                                       
The first thing that caught my eye was his cover photo of 3 stunning people.  I asked him who they were, and he told me that they were his children.  I couldn't stop staring at them as they were all so beautiful.  I clicked on his photos, and I still couldn't place his face as someone I had met.  I then came across a photo of a stunning young woman holding a small child.  I asked him if she was his wife whom he had previously told me had passed away many years ago from cancer, and he replied that it was.  I couldn't stop looking at her, and she was looking right back at me!

                                                     
I suddenly began to feel very strange, as if she were looking right at me to tell me something.  I then realized that SHE was the one giving me a message, and it was for him.  I told him this, and that he wasn't going to believe it but I had just finished meditating and I now knew why.  It was her, his wife, who was communicating with me.  I told him that she wanted him to know that she was so proud of him, that she missed him, and that she loved him and was all around him all the time.

There was a brief pause in our communication, and then he wrote back that he really needed to hear that right now as he had been thinking about her all day as it would have been her 50th birthday.  That day was July 7th, so her birthday was in 1962.  I was blown away by all of this, as I have never received a message like this for anyone before, especially from a photograph.  What was also interesting was that day was also one of my best childhood friend's birthday in the same year, and it was also my wedding anniversary in 1984.  I told him this, and he told me that they had been married in August of 1984.

Anyone who knows me, or has read any of my previous blog posts knows that I pay very close attention to synchronicities, so I kept asking more questions as I felt that there was a reason for all of this.  I then asked him how old he was, and he replied that he was also 50, and I replied that I was as well, and so was my ex.  I was now thinking about my next question, which was obviously going to be about his birthdate.  When I asked him he responded with March 26, 1962.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I read this, as that is also my exact birthdate.

We were stunned.  He pays very close attention to synchronicities as well, so at that point we proceeded to ask more questions.  As I had felt very kindred to him up to this point, and that there was a strong sense of familiarity on my part, I wondered what this was all about.  The obvious question for me was if I had met him before during one of my experiences, and I asked him to send me some pictures of himself when he was a child, and I did the same.

There was no recognition between us in our earlier childhood photos, but one photo of me when I was in 8th grade in a Halloween costume (dressed as an alien no less) stopped him dead in his tracks.  He recognized me, and started sobbing uncontrollably.  I asked him why he was crying, and he said all he could think was that he was so sorry he couldn't help me.  I was thoroughly baffled at this statement, and he said that he remembers me somehow at that age, and that he was watching something happening to me, and all he could do was watch, but he couldn't help me.

 Halloween 1975

If this is true, and he was with me during one of my abduction experiences, I have no recollection at all about this one in particular which makes me wonder how many more there might be that I haven't recalled.  Is this our connection?  If so, how many more experiences have we had together? We have been trying to unravel this, wracking our brains along the way, and one of the obvious ways of trying to solve this cosmic puzzle would be through hypnosis which I have always been afraid of.  And maybe at the same time what would be retrieved from that might not be important, for what is most important is this, this connection, or reconnection that we have made.

This is only the beginning of what is going to be a very long story to tell, and as I don't want to leave out one detail I am going to write them in chapters.  This is the single most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, for so many reasons, and I am thrilled that I may be finally coming closer to finding out the answers to many of the questions I've had regarding my experiences, and my journey here.

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Random Alien Brain Drop Number 16

It has been awhile since my last post.  As tumultuous as things have been on this earth these past few months, such has been my life.  But now it is time start anew, as the universe has blessed me with the most amazing synchronicities I have ever experienced.  The cosmic "boot" has finally kicked me in the ass to start blogging again, and I truly believe that this is the beginning of the next chapter of the most amazing part of my life.

Based on my research over the past couple of years I have found that many experiencers seem to possess some sort of heightened awareness, psychic abilities, precognition, synchronicity or just plain all around high strangeness in their lives.  I can completely attest to that, but what I find fascinating is that these things have increased in intensity. I am not quite sure what is causing this, but I speculate that we are all evolving, and as these things are happening with more frequency we are finally beginning to pay more attention to them. By doing so, we are collectively realizing that there really is more than "this".

The rising of the collective consciousness is a very powerful thing.  We have seen the miracles brought on by the power of prayer, intention, and manifestation.  To say that there isn't something bigger than this is completely ludicrous.

Although most of my memories of my abduction experiences are far from pleasant, they have affected my perception of what is real and tangible, and most of all they have changed what I have been taught to believe is truth.  If I had not had these experiences, I would most probably be one of the tens of millions with my head in the sand.

So maybe there was something gained from this after all.  My eyes and ears are wide open to the possibilities that lie beyond the veil, and that veil is slowly being lifted as I have finally begun to connect with everything that exists on the other side of it.

When I hear the word "coincidence", I silently chuckle as I think that word should be eradicated from the Merriam Webster "bible".  I trust that many of you who are reading this will agree with me, as we know that there is no such thing.  I base this thought on the high levels of synchronicity that surrounds many experiencer's lives, myself included.  The most amazing thing about it is that because of those synchronicities, I probably would have never thought that there was more than this existence, this plane, this dimension, and this reality which we have been taught to believe is THE reality.

I was given a very strong message last year after a meditation to pay attention to these synchronicities, especially to those whom I experience them with as they are there for a reason. You all need to do the same, as these synchronicities are the stepping stones set for you on your journey here, which will become the ladder that you climb to the ascension of your higher state of being, or in other words, your higher self.

This place where I am now marks the beginning of me, recognizing my higher self, and trusting that the path I have set from before March 26, 1962, when I crossed the veil and forgot what I knew then.

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Random Alien Brain Drop Number 13

In 1998, my family witnessed a UFO while we were coming home from my mother's house on Christmas Eve. A couple of days later, there was an article in the local paper about two girls who were driving on the very same freeway on Christmas Eve at right around the same time we did, so they might have even been right in front of us. When I read the article further, they apparently had a "missing time" experience, as the drive from where they were, to their planned destination should have only taken 20 minutes, but they had no accountability for the two hours it took them to get there.

At the end of the article, there was a phone number to contact the local chapter of MUFON, if anyone had anything to report, so I did. I told the woman who answered the phone what my family saw, and she asked me if I had ever seen anything before, and I stated that I had. She then asked if she could come to my home and interview me, and although I had never spoken to anyone about my experiences before, I obliged.

She asked me if it was okay for her to bring a medical doctor with her to examine me, which made me a little nervous, but I said it was okay. That doctor was Dr. Roger Leir. He asked if I had any strange marks on my body, or if I felt any strange "objects" under the surface of my skin, and I said that I did. There had always been this hard little piece of "something" right past the hairline on the left side of my forehead, what felt to me like a bone chip. It was really small, and I could kind of move it around a little when I touched it. It was in the shape of a triangle, and sometimes it was sore to the touch. I pointed it out to Dr. Leir. He asked me if I would like to have it removed, and I declined as I was deathly afraid of needles. I said I wasn't really that freaked out about it, as it had always been there as far back as I could remember. He made a note of it, and that was the end of that.

Or was it.

It was not long after that, that I became very curious about this strange object under my skin, and when I reached up to touch it, it had mysteriously vanished.

And was it pure coincidence that all of my malevolent contact ceased at that point?

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Random Alien Brain Drop. The Witching Hour

As far back as I can remember, I have always had things happen to me, or around me, that were amazingly coincidental.  I thought it funny, that certain events would spontaneously include someone from my past that I hadn't seen in years, or when I would think about someone, randomly, they would call me within minutes after thinking of them.

What does all this mean?  Synchronicity.  Is it precognitive?  

I have often wondered if my psychic ability is the direct result of my contact from otherworldly beings.  The more I research this phenomenon, the more I believe that it could be true. Could the telepathic exchanges occur because they tap into areas of the brain that world normally remain dormant?  The following experiences stand out the most in my memory, and they lead me to believe that I am correct.

When I was 19 years old, I was living at home with my parents, and was working at a local computer firm.  I had a very vivid dream one night where I felt as if I was a silent observer, as if watching a movie.  The scene before me took place on a golf course at night.  The moon was bright, and its light shone on the dewy manicured greens.  

I heard a car's engine in the distance, approaching me.  It's headlights shone on the grass, and I turned to my right to see a small car driving on the golf course.  The car was small, about the size of a Volkswagon Beetle.  The engine revved, and the car went squirrely.  I heard laughter, as if the occupants were obviously on a joy ride.

The golf course was full of little hills and mounds, and the driver decided to drive up one particular hill, and stop at the crest.  The engine revved, and the car screamed down the hill.  The grass was very wet, which provided no traction.  The car slid sideways, and when the driver tried to brake, it caused the car to do a 180, and they slammed into a tree.

I witnessed this whole thing.  The passenger side of the car had been T-boned by a tree.  I saw the driver get out of the car, and he was screaming.  The passenger, his girlfriend, had died on impact.

I woke up, and gasped for air as if I had been holding my breath underwater.  I felt like my dream was a horrible scene from a movie. I gathered myself together, and got ready for work.

While eating breakfast, I read the local paper, as usual.  What I saw before me, was beyond my comprehension.  A young local teenage couple went joy riding in a local golf course, and had hit a tree, fatally injuring his girlfriend.  I shut the newspaper, and told my mother about my dream.  She said that it was purely a coincidence, but I knew for a fact that I was there, at the scene, when it happened.  We never spoke about it again.

My second experience with the psychic dream phenomenon happened in 1993, when my oldest daughter was one year old.  I was going through a divorce from her father, who was Mormon.  I had converted to the religion so we could be married, and I subsequently became very involved in the church teaching music and Sunday School.

I had always been surrounded by members of the Mormon church as far back as I can remember. My mother worked for a irrigation company, and I used to babysit the owner's children quite frequently.  They were such amazing children, and very well behaved. My very first boyfriend in eighth grade, Benjie, was also a Mormon.  

At the time of my divorce, I was working as a hairdresser at a local hair salon, and raising my daughter as a single parent.  One night I had an extremely vivid dream that Benjie came to visit me, and he was wearing denim coveralls and a white T-shirt.  I hadn't seen him since he moved to Idaho in his freshman year of high school, so when he appeared in my dream I was so happy to see him again.

I opened my arms to him, and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again"!  I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug.  It was real as anything, as if it was really him there and I was really hugging him.  And then I woke up.

The next morning I got ready for work, thinking about Benjie.  I went to work and I started to tell my first client about the dream that I had and how real it was.  As I was rolling her permanent, I looked out the window and saw one of my friends who attended the Mormon church with me, and he gave me a smile and mouthed to me,"Be right back".  He was a musician, and he was returning some equipment to the music store next to the salon.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the salon to say hello.  After chatting for about five minutes he said, "Hey, do you remember this guy'?  He walked to the door and opened it, and in walked Benjie!!! He was wearing blue denim coveralls, and a white T-shirt!!!  I looked at my client and said that was Benjie from my dream, and I tried to control myself as this was beyond belief.  I excused myself from my client, put my arms out and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again".

The next precognitive dream happened in 1994.  I dreamed I was in England, in the 1600's.  I was in a huge ballroom, dressed in a ball gown, my hair upswept a la Marie Antoinette.  The music was of the period- harpsichord, violin and cello filled the room.  A man approached me, and when I looked at him I realized that this gentleman was one of my clients at the salon.  He bowed, and asked my permission to dance with him.  I obliged.

We waltzed around the room when all of a sudden my grandmother appeared, but she was not dressed in period clothing, but in current attire.  She came in between us and said to my dance partner, "You cannot dance with her- you're a married man"!  He apologized to her, and then to me.  He bowed to me, and left the ballroom.  I woke up thinking that was so crazy, like I was really there, in a different time period.  I got up, and got ready for work.

While on the highway driving to work, I looked in my rearview mirror to merge into the right lane to exit.  But when I did this I recognized the person in the car behind me.  It was Terry- my client from my dream!  How could that be?  Out of all of the people that were driving on the highway at that time, how could he be right behind me?

I exited the freeway, and turned right.  So did he.  I made a left at the next stoplight.  So did he.  I made a right into the parking lot where I worked.  He followed suit. At this point, I am in a PANIC! I exited my car and ran into the salon.

I ran to the receptionist's station, where our daily appointment schedules are kept.  Apparently, after I had left work the day before my first client at 9 am had cancelled her appointment, and Terry had called in and filled her spot.  

I had no way of knowing this as I had checked my books prior to my leaving, and Terry was not my first appointment.

Synchronicity- what is it?  These things don't only happen while I am dreaming, as they're happening more and more while I am awake.

If you are an experiencer,  I would be interested to hear if you have had any similar experiences to the precognitive dream phenomena, or in your everyday life as well.

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