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SUBJECT: MINOR STUFF FILE: UFO3354
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Sun 13 Dec 92 11:50
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By: Robin Gober
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To: John Stepkowski
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Re: Minnor Stuff
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John HI!
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Minor Stuff
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I said I would post some of my minor experiences. I am always a little
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reluctant to post these sort of things for the very same reason as
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Strieber mention.
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"I ended up serving the very cause I sought to confound.
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The reason for this is not obtuseness on the part of the media or
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a failure on my part to communicate my position clearly. Rather it is
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the sheer power and the convincing structure of the experience that
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has done it."
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About all I can do is warn the readers that these are only my
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perceptions of usual events. At the same time it may help to explain why
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it so very difficult for me to make up my mind on just what is or isn't
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going on.
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One day, this past August, I "disappeared" at work, for about an hour.
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This was very unusual for me, in so far as one of the few "deals" I
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believe that I have is that nothing too strange should happen to me when
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I am driving a car or when I am at work. Any way, one day at work I look up
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to see Bill waving for me to come to where he is, there is some kind of
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problem I need to take care of. What I found out later is that most of the
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department has been looking for me for an hour. This floored me. From
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my perception I was right there at my work station all afternoon. Right
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there. And yet when they came to look for me, nobody saw me there.
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Where the heck was I? Are we talking "Missing Time" here? I don't believe
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so, I have spent the past three years learning what repressed memories
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feel like. I felt nothing. To my mind I was right there doing my job.
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And yet I never saw any of the people that were looking for me. Not a
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one.
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So what happened? Where did I "go"? If I did "go" some where else it
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looked exactly like where I work. Perhaps I was there and they didn't
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"see" me, (this does seem to happen sometimes), but I surely would of
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noticed it when they came into my work area looking for me. Heck one guy,
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Mark, ran my job for about half an hour and then left to look for me.
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I never saw him, and besides _I_ was running my job.
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Between September and Octber my wife and daughter had both been
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reporting (complaining?)(g), about shadows and light poltergeists
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activity (hearing footsteps in the room, sounds of glass breaking, things
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moving around), but I really wasn't paying much attention to those things.
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One night while sitting in my den, I distinctly saw a man walk down the
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hall and enter our bedroom. I said to my wife, "Did you see that?" and she
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said, "I have been telling you about those shadows for weeks now. That's
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the big one." I thought it was interesting that she saw a large dark
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shadow, while I saw a fully formed person. I recongnized him. About my
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height, wiry frame, dark hair, receding hairline, blue shirt with big
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shelves, dark pants, black boots, black belt, silver buckle. It was my old
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friend from "Twain" who I call FastFar. I just couldn't figure out what he
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wanted in my bedroom. While I stood there talking to my wife he came back
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out of the bedroom and went back up the hall. Once again she saw a shadow,
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I saw a "person". I wonder from time to time which one of us is doing
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the better job of seeing. Her seeing a dark shape or me who forming that
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shape into some kind of image I can deal with?
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Not long after that I had a very strange experience. I woke up sitting
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in my den. I am not a sleepwalker, but never-the-less I woke up sitting
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in my den. This part is going to be hard to describe. I woke up sitting
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in three different places. My perception was that I was simultaneously
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in three separate parts of the room at the same time. I have gotten use
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to (if such a thing is possible) to feeling as if I were in two different
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places at the same time but never have I experienced a triple. It
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can be nice, but to tell you the truth it is also a little frightening
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because it then makes me wonder just which one is "me". I did what I
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always do in that situation. I picked/grabbed one "me" and ignored the
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heck out of the others. It soon passes.
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This one is a big dated but interesting. As you know I suffer from
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time to time from Migraine and Cluster Headaches. One day I had a killer
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headache but was out of the medication that I usually take. I was in the
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kitchen standing by the telephone with my hand resting on the table when
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I "felt" two pills "push their way up" from the surface of the table.
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They looked to be two of the very same kind of pills I usually take. It
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freaked me a little, I called my wife in to look at them, and then
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promptly took them. (You would have too, if your head felt like mine did.)
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Where did those two pills come from? Did somebody some where else suddenly
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come up two pills short? What were they really made of? Why go through
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the trouble of producing the pills for me to take, why not just simply
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produce the pills into my stomach, or introduce the correct drug to my
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bloodstream? Why not just "zap" the headache?
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In the first example I was "somewhere", in the second example two people
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observed something, but each person saw something very different. For the
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third example I could live with either the in-body or out-of-body
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explanation. (Although I lean toward the reductionist viewpoint) In the
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fourth, I don't really know what happened, but it certainly seemed as if
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something physically real was "produced".
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I hope things are okay there. And by the way so I won't forget,
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Seasons Greetings!
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