“UFO Abduction off of Central Avenue Route 66”

“UFO Abduction off of Central Avenue Route 66”

By Scott Garcia

It was 1990 we lived in a nunnery, near the cross streets of Central and Washington in Albuquerque, New Mexico. A very populated place and unusual for a UFO abduction, this sort of thing takes place along some lonesome highway, not in a city, but then again this is New Mexico, land of UFO’s, Scientists, Hot Air Balloons, Military Bases and Little Railroad Towns a perfect setting for strangeness.

I was into meditating, I bring this up because I believe this is the cause of the UFO zeroing in on me, I’m not sure why. Every day and had been proud of the fact that I had kept meditating up for more than three months straight. I had even found time to meditate at a regular times, even though I had a busy keeping schedules of school, work, husband and dad.

I had started reading Buddhist and Wiccan books, I was coming to terms with my catholic upbringing, it had failed my beliefs and I was in the midst of restructuring my beliefs. I had even felt a bit of guilt by picking up other practices, but they all felt familiar, the ritual part of Wicca is like Catholicism, Exactly!

I had an altar in a niche in the wall, it contained a picture of the moon as a yin yang symbol, an athame, a little bottle of holy oil, made of Frankincense and a Goddess Statue of the Venus of Wellendorf and a copy of the Bhagvadgita that I still have to this day. The other items have all been lost in moves from apartments to homes as life demands.

I was asleep, soundly so, when I heard a loud, high pitched beeping. Beep, beep the sound was coming from outside the house, above the roof, as if aimed at me to awaken me. I awoke and jumped to my feet, no concern for foot wear nor clothing. I bolted for the door leading out into the parking area.

Once the door was opened I could see fog, fog as thick as soup. You know when people say I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, well I tried that, I could barely see my hand in front of my face. But I could hear whatever it was that awoke me, it sounded like a hot air balloon with a fan. By that I could hear a whoosh that sounded like a burner of a hot air balloon, I could also hear a fan. I focused on trying to see a burner in the mist, surely it would be seen. Every time I heard the sound of the burner I tried to focus on the sound. I grew up hunting in the mountains, I grew up around balloons, hot air balloons to be specific. I know the sound, I should see the fire. I can’t make out any images, but I hear a machine up, up in the fog, up above the buildings.

What is it? I’m not even afraid. I can hear it moving, I am outside following the sound, before you know it or is it a fake memory. I can hear an echo, I am in the city, this echo is because whatever is up there, is huge. But I feel a longing, like it’s a long lost relative. That’s strange why a longing feeling, when I should be scared out of my wits.

I had thought, for years, that my wife Rose had got up with me and followed me. I even remember talking as if I were talking to her, but I also don’t remember seeing her. She said that she only greeted me as I was coming in. What?

So, I am left with fractured memories, strange longing for whatever was in the ship, I call it a ship because It wasn’t a balloon, what balloon echoes sound? What balloon can fly in the fog? I also think I have false memories, I now think I was on that ship and they dropped me in the parking lot, after taking me from just outside the door. Who knows, unless they return.