Space-Brothers and Synchronicities
One of the strangest aspects of any paranormal investigation occurs when the phenomenon itself turns the tables firmly around, takes a steely grip of the investigator, and plunges them into a bizarre world filled with synchronicities. For me personally, this has happened on many occasions – but never before to the extent that occurred while I was writing my 2009 book, Contactees. Indeed, a strange set of synchronistic events unraveled that had me questioning both my sanity and my grip on reality.
Contactees is a full-length study of those many souls who, decades ago, claimed face-to-face interaction with long-haired, human-looking alien entities – usually in remote desert locations – that wished us to disarm our nuclear arsenals and live in peace and harmony.
In late July 2009, I was working on a chapter for the book on a 1950s Contactee named Dana Howard, who claimed a number of meetings and exchanges with a beautiful, eight-foot-tall Venusian named Diana. One of those who provided very welcome assistance on this particular chapter was the Oregon-based researcher and writer, Regan Lee, who spent a great deal of time investigating the claims of Dana Howard.
On July 31, I wrote the following to Regan in an email: “A few days ago, I was putting the final touches to the Dana Howard / Diane from Venus chapter to my Contactees book that you kindly shared your data for. Well, right after completing all the work on that chapter, I took some towels out of the dryer. One of the towels, a yellow and pink one, my wife Dana owned before we got married in 2001. So, we have had it for years. But for all the time we have had the towel, I never bothered to read the writing on it – until I was folding the towel right after finishing your chapter.”
As I told Regan, the towel was adorned with a logo that read: Venus Girls Just Want to Have Fun. And both my wife and the key player in this story share the same name: Dana. Well, this had to have been some weird coincidence, right? What happened next, however, suggests not!
Two days later, I was sitting on the couch, reading the newly-surfaced account of a person who – in the 1970s – had a Contactee-style experience that paralleled the 1952 encounters of Truman Bethurum, whose claims I related in my book.
According to Bethurum, on a number of occasions at a place called Mormon Mesa, Nevada, he met with a group of aliens – led by their Captain, the hot and shapely Aura Rhanes – from a planet supposedly called Clarion. Like most of the stories of the Contactees, Bethurum’s was highly controversial; it attracted just about as many believers as it did disbelievers. But, as I noted in my book, I was of the opinion that Bethurum had an interaction with something. The precise nature of that something is, of course, a matter of personal interpretation.
After I put away the file on this newly-surfaced story, Dana asked if I could help her find her digital-camera which she had misplaced. We looked high and low, but failed to find it. But, while checking behind the TV set – to see if the camera had perhaps fallen there – I came across Dana’s high-school yearbook for 1982. What on earth does this have to do with the Contactees, you may justifiably ask? Okay, I’m coming to that.
Although Dana is a U.S. citizen, she grew up in the Cayman Islands and graduated from school there. I picked up the yearbook, with the intention of moving it to one side while I looked around for the camera, and was startled by something I had never noticed before: the cover of the book read: 82 Clarion.
How odd that after spending two-hours reading a report very similar to that of Truman Bethurum and his friends from Clarion, that I should then, immediately after, stumble across a book with that very word – Clarion – adorned across its cover.
In view of the above, perhaps I can be forgiven for thinking that each and every one us live in a dream-world of truly Matrix-style proportions!