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Sunday, August 2, 2020

Why do Aliens Abduct People?

The 2.7 mile (4.3km) hike in to camp was not even one quarter completed when the kids began to play with the wildlife.  Orange salamanders dotted the trail.  The recent thunderstorm and ensuing sunshine had brought them all out to bask on the warm, wet, rocky soil.

The sky was bright blue and mostly clear when we arrived at camp.  Temperatures were in the mid-80's (30°C).  It was the perfect summer day, just right for diving into a crystal clear mountain lake.

David Marceau Dacks
Me, sporting a serious case of Pandemic Hair

The water was close to the air temperature - cool enough to be refreshing without being a shock, as mountain lakes tend to be.  The kids and I spent hours playing in the water.  I finished the day with a wicked sunburn.  The kids were OK because they have more melanin than I do so they never burn - although Mrs. M. would have still insisted they wear sunscreen anyway.  I hope she does not read this :)

We spent two days at our secret mountain getaway.  There was not another soul in sight - only three humans and an infinite amount of wild critters.

Baby Dragon Fly Nymph
Baby Dragonfly - Got one!

Without anything else to do, no electricity, no broadband, no toys, the kids found ways to entertain themselves.  This came mostly by way of collecting anything that moved.  That made me think about something.  As usual, I thought about aliens.  More specifically, I thought about alien abductions.

Why do Aliens Abduct People?

My last post discussed whether aliens go camping, or not.  If they did, Earth might be considered roughing it, just like a three mile hike into the mountains, carrying few supplies, might be roughing it for humans.  What would aliens do when they got here?

Earth does not have whatever the alien equivalent of broadband or cable TV is.  If we did, surely the people at SETI would have picked it up by now.  (What do those guys do all day anyway?)  So when aliens arrive here, and we know they do, what is there for them to do?

Me, I like to be bored.  I like to unplug.  I like to sit and do nothing.  That is what I love most about going out into the wilderness.  I can sit and just sit.  My phone does not ring.  I am not tempted to play a video game.  I do not check social media.  I do not need to talk to anyone.  I do not even bring a pen and paper to write - and I love to write.  Sitting, with my mind void of thoughts is fine for me.

The Quiet Place

At home, the kids have computers, phones, tablets, game consoles.  They have broadband, WiFi, and Ethernet.  It is an understatement to say they are wired.

Surprisingly, it is easy to unplug the kids - especially when we have no power or internet.  They too can sit - an inch away from me, as it were, despite the vastness of the outdoors.  I like that.  Someday they will outgrow this lack of boundaries.  For now, I enjoy the closeness.

The kids cannot sit still for as long as I can.  Eventually, they need to get up and do something.  The activity they like most, in the wilderness, perhaps even more than swimming is catching critters.

We have lots of frogs in our pond at home.  The mountain frogs did not interest the kids much.  What fascinates them is the one tiny creature we do not have in our pond.  They go crazy for the newts.

Why do Aliens Abduct People?
Abductee in its holding chamber

Newts are basically salamanders that live in water.  They are amphibians.  They are fairly easy to catch - they put up a bit of resistance but they are not too fast or wily.  My kids are gentle with them.  They take great care not to injure the newts in the capture.  They placed the creatures into a container we found and made sure there was water, so the little guys would not dry out.

Imaginations run as wild as the environment.  The newts all get names.  Somehow, my daughter is able to tell which ones are male and which are female.  She knows way more about animals than I do.  The newts are given gender-appropriate names.  They are assigned personas.  Stories are told.

Eventually, the kids grow tired of this game.  They also know that the creatures they have captured must be returned to their habitats or they will die.  We do not have the means to properly care for a newt while we are camping.  We did not bring any gear to transport them home with us without them dying on the way.  Plus, we have enough critters at home, both as pets and out in the yard.  The newts are flown back to the pond in a saucer, perhaps not to the same place they were captured, but not far away, relatively unscathed.

Captives in a flying saucer
Captives flying home in a saucer

Hopefully by this point, the reader sees where I am going with this.  Watching this IRL show, for hours on end, with nothing else on my mind, I think about aliens.  Is there a parallel?  Could this be what is happening when aliens abduct humans?

There are many reasons aliens may take humans.  It is often thought that it is for scientific or medical examination.  But maybe, once in a while, it is just for fun.  Aliens come here, they look around, they unplug, they chill, and then they get bored and need something to do.  They beam up some humans and put us in an air chamber.  They play with us.  They give us names.  They tell each other stories about us.   Then they release us, terrified, but mostly unharmed.  (For the record, I have never been abducted - just a close encounter.)

Photo of alien abduction
The kids, hunting for critters to play with

To the newt, being abducted by children would be similar to a human being abducted by aliens.  The world above the water is as foreign to a newt as the world outside our atmosphere is to us.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, for no apparent reason, a hand plunges into the water and captures the newt in a child's tractor-beam-like hands.  The newt swims around in a tiny pocket of water but is bound on all sides, unable to escape the beam's powerful grip.  It must be frightening.  Are their brains big enough to process terror?  Aliens may ask the same about us - or maybe they do not care.

Why don't Aliens return People to the same Place?

Reports of alien abductions show that sometimes humans are not returned to the exact same place they were taken from - it may be nearby but not exactly the same.  Maybe it does not matter to them.  We are just wild animals.  Does it matter if we are returned half a mile from home?  We will scurry about and find a place to live our cute little human lives.

My kids collect newts from all around our little section of the lake.  But all the newts are returned to the water in the same spot.

Why don't Aliens return People to the same Place?
Go home, critters, and be critters

They will probably finds their way back to wherever they need to go.  Do newts even have anywhere to go?  They always seem busy, swimming here and there.  But they cannot possibly have any real agenda.  Surely they do not have houses and families to return to.  Do aliens think the same about us?

It is clear that we have homes to return to, but what about families?  Does the term "family" even mean anything to aliens?  Travis Walton was taken from a work crew.  They were not his family, at least not in the truest sense - I understand how one can develop a feeling of kinship with their workmates over time but I am talking about real family.  Maybe the aliens who took Walton figured he was just with a bunch of other stags and none of them would miss each other if he were to leave for a few days and then return to a place nearby.

Some people say they are levitated from their beds and drawn through solid walls during alien abductions.  I have more difficulty wrapping my head around those stories.  On the one hand, it is hard for me to doubt anyone because I myself have a fantastic story.  I get that it may be perceived as hypocritical.  On the other hand - Science.  I do not see how someone can pass through a solid wall.  But then again, I do not see how any of these people get here in the first place.  They come from light-years away, defying physics as we understand it - as we understand it.

Abducted from bed
Strange Eggs, Abducted from Bed

Anyway, those guys seem to be put back in their beds rather than in some other weird place.  My kids followed this same practice, oddly.  We found some strange round eggs in the water.  I was OK with taking them out and handling them because it is no longer strange egg hatching season and the eggs were covered with algae.  No doubt, whatever was supposed to hatch from those eggs never made it, long before we got there.  Despite this, when we were done examining them, the kids put them back in the same exact spot they were taken from, just like alien abductions from beds.  I suppose if I were going to be abducted by aliens I would want it to happen while I was in bed.

Aliens and cows

My last article mentioned cattle abductions/mutilations.  One theory I proposed for this was that aliens are interested in cows because cows are yummy.  When my kids were little I used to tell them cows were made out of hamburgers.  True story.  Sorry vegans.

Speaking of vegans, there is another possibility for why aliens sometimes take cows.  Maybe aliens think that eating animals is barbaric.  They take cattle simply because it is a crime of opportunity.  The cows are just sitting there, out in a field, with no adult supervision.  They are ripe for the picking.

Likewise, while I was helping my kids with the newts, I spotted a tadpole.  That was not on the kids' menu but when Daddy helps out, Daddy sometimes does his own thing.  I caught the little sucker, mainly just to see if I could wrangle him.  

Aliens and cows
One of these things is not like the other

I placed him in the pan with the newts.  They all seemed to get along OK.  We knew the tadpole would have to be returned to the lake sooner than the newts because my daughter, the frog expert, said his lungs had not developed yet.  The water in the pan was shallow.  But there he was, mixed in with the others like a steer with some humans in a spaceship.

I heard an abduction story a couple years ago.  I do not think it was Travis Walton.  I think it a guy named Shane Sirois, at a "UFO Conference" at the Danbury Library.  The source is not important.  The point is, the subject of the story said there were some main aliens who had interacted with him but then there was a leader who was taller and dressed differently.  He had like a cape and a robe, like a king.  Maybe that was the dad.  

Sometimes my friend and ski buddy, Captain Awesome wears a cape and his kids seem totally cool with it.  Sometimes I dress totally normally (as far as I am concerned) and my kids look at me funny, so...  Maybe, in the story I heard, the part that was not reported was that the dad alien came in and told the kids, "Put that Earthan creature back before you kill the poor thing.  And wash your hands when you're done.  Dinner is ready."

Some people have stories of being abducted by the aliens repeatedly throughout their lives.  Are they chosen?  Maybe not.  Maybe the aliens who take them like to vacation at the same spot and those people just happen to live there.  Although, I have heard of people moving and continuing to get abducted.  I know my kids would get a kick out of catching the same newt every time we go to our special mountain spot.  If there was one with some cool markings on its back, they would give it a name and would look for it the next time we went back there.  It would not be the newt's fault it was so unique.

David Marceau Hiking
Me, packed for the hike out

So that is what I think about alien abductions.  Maybe this does not explain every episode.  I have heard some bizarre tales that do not jibe with this scenario.  But it could be one of the reasons.  The parallels to what my kids did just seem way to similar.

Either way, it was a fun couple days in the woods visiting our secret little slice of heaven.  We were all by ourselves with no concerns about masks or social distancing.  For a while, we forgot there was a pandemic.  And it was good.

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Friday, July 31, 2020

Do Aliens Go Camping?

I was awoken at 4:45 AM Tuesday morning.  My daughter said, "I thought we were leaving at four."  I had overslept.  That was OK.  I needed the sleep for what we were about to embark upon.  I told her to wake up her brother and head downstairs for breakfast.

The kids slept most of the way, up to the mountains.  It was early for them.  Mrs. M called around 8:00.  "Is that rain?" she asked.  "Yes, it's pouring," was my response.  It was bright and sunny back home in Connecticut.  We arrived at the trail head around 8:30.  The rain had just stopped.  We put on our overstuffed packs and began our hike.

The pace was slow, about a mile an hour.  They are young.  I am getting old.  I needed the kids to push me in the beginning.  They needed me to push them in the end.  We made camp around 11:00.

Do Aliens Go Camping?
Our little secret

For the next two days, me and two of my kids would have nothing to do - we literally had nothing to do, no TV, no Xbox, not even a cellular or broadband signal.  We were completely unplugged with nothing but a pristine pond, virgin forest, and the creatures who lived there.

For the next two days, me and the kids would have nothing to think about either - no work, no schedules, no projects - nothing, that is except, what would aliens make of all this?  I thought a lot about this.  I wondered:
  • Do aliens go camping?
  • Why do aliens abduct people?
To me, the two questions went hand-in-hand.  The second question sort of wags the dog, though.  Today, I will pontificate on just the first question.

Do Aliens Go Camping?

Really, there is no way for us to know this for sure without meeting some aliens and asking them.  But I like to analyze what humans do and compare and contrast this with the little that we know about UFO sightings and other Contact stories.  Sure, some of these are just stories.  But criminals have been convicted on a preponderance of evidence and we certainly have tremendous amounts of evidence of alien visitation to Earth.

Perhaps visiting Earth is similar to camping, for aliens.  Perhaps they go "car camping."  We did that last week, the whole family.  We loaded up the Family Truckster, the old Chevy Suburban we keep on the road for just such an occasion.  The place we camped had no electricity but we had a couple coolers and a two-burner stove, a huge tent, the kids' bikes, tubes to float in, everything but the kitchen sink - we used a bucket for that.  In all, we had hundreds of pounds of gear.

Some people forgo the tent and camp in an RV or a camping trailer.  Sleeping on the ground is no fun and it is nice to have your own bathroom.  The gear is less essential because so many amenities are built into the camper.

The alien version of this type of camping would be loading up the Family Spaceship-ster-er with all the gear and supplies they may need for interstellar travel.  There is likely a specific vehicle for this.  Why not?  Earthan people have many options to choose from.  I have already listed three, the Suburban, the RV, the trailer.  Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is) surely must have dozens, if not hundreds of options for taking the family to space camp.  This concept is supported by the huge variety of spaceships witnesses have reported seeing, over the years.  

Instead of a campground, aliens might drop anchor, so to speak, on the far side of the moon.  Or, I heard Titan is nice, this time of year.

Our trip this week was more like survival camping.  The kids each carried 30-40 pounds of gear and supplies and I carried closer to 50 pounds.  We had only the basic essentials.  Dried food, enough water for the hike, sleeping gear.  I would like for us to collectively cut out another 20 pounds for next year.  That makes the hike in, so much easier.

We had fishing rods and worms with us to catch some of our food.  I brought the worms for bait because last year we planned on digging up worms when we got there but then found the soil was too rocky and had too many tree roots so we were unable to dig.  This meant no fishing which meant we were one meal short.  Thankfully, the kids did not complain about this.  (Do not worry, we were never in danger of starving.)  We had a grown-up-like conversation about it, reapportioned our rations, and went straight to an all you can eat buffet when we got back to civilization.  


Would aliens do this kind of camping?  Maybe.  Coming to Earth, from an more advanced solar system, would be closer to this second type of survival camping than it would be to the car camping.  Sure, aliens would have the option of taking an RV-type of spaceship here but once they got here there would not be much to do.  We do not have the equivalent of whatever broadband internet access would be for aliens.  Coming to Earth would really be roughing it.

Aliens would also have to bring tons of food with them for a trip to Earth.  I have wondered why there are strange reports of cattle abductions, now and then.  What would aliens want with cows?  Maybe it is the same thing we want cows for - they are delicious!  It would be like me hiking in to the wilderness, planning on catching a fish for dinner.  Aliens "hike" in, planning on catching a cow.

I brought my fishing rod on our back-to-basics camping trip.  Maybe aliens bring a tractor beam to beam up some cows, for dinner.  Sometimes, a rancher will find a dead cow without a drop of blood in it or they will find just an empty carcass.  When I am done with a fish I will discard the carcass.  I do not leave the remains in the same condition as a rancher would find his cow but then, I do not have an interstellar RV with lasers.

I wonder what they would use for worms.  Maybe one of those vegan burgers.  I still have not tried one - sounds gross - the vegan burger - and the worms.  Both gross.

This may explain why aliens abduct cows.  But why do they abduct people?  I will dig into this in my next article, Why do Aliens Abduct People?

Darkness falls across the land

Bedtime comes early, in the wilderness.  We make a fire before sundown but it is too warm out to enjoy the heat.  The fire is really just an excuse to play with fire, in a safe, rock-lined container.  We are in our sleeping bags by 8:30 PM and out cold by 9:00.  The air cools, the crickets chirp, we sleep well, despite the lack of mattresses.  

The second night, I opened my eyes wide and looked out at a bright moon.  I looked at my watch.  It was 11:20.  It was the same time as my UFO Sighting at Gagetown, New Brunswick in 1992.  It was also only a week prior to the anniversary date of that sighting.

I do not believe in signs or omens.  Coincidences are just that.  I did not expect to see an alien spaceship gliding above the treeline just because I happened to wake up in a similar situation deep in a forest, near the anniversary date of my prior sighting, at the exact time of the sighting.  Still, I laced my fingers behind my head and looked out over the pond for several minutes.  

I simultaneously hoped to see a UFO and hoped to not see one.  I would like to think that I would not be so frightened this time around.  But I know that anyone who can get from there to here could squash me like a bug.  My children were with me.  I am fearless when it comes to defending them.  But still... aliens.

A plan was all worked out in my mind.  I would tap the kids on the arm and whisper, "Kids!  UFO!" while opening the camera app on my phone.  This time, there would be video.  But soon I fell back asleep.

I was awoken at 5:30 AM.  My son was tapping on my arm.  He whispered, "Dad!  A wolf!"  I did not turn on my camera or even open my eyes.  I told him it was just a loon.  We went back to sleep until it was time to break camp.

A loon, where we camped

Coming up in the next post, Why do Aliens Abduct People?

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Sunday, July 26, 2020

Unidentified S2 E3

Last night after my appearance on History Channel's Unidentified my phone began ringing off the hook.  It was not because talent agents and booking interns were elbowing each other out of the way to get to me, as I imagined they would, though.  One of my kids opened an exterior door to let the dog out after I had set the security alarm.  The central monitoring company called to see if everything was all right.  And so concludes my Walter Mitty-esque fantasy about the results of being on featured in a TV show about UFOs.

Unidentified S2 E3

The lead-up to the show was intense.  It reminded me of having pneumonia - not the coughing and gasping for air part - I had been given a high dose of Albuterol which raised my resting heart rate to three times its normal rate, while in the ICU.  That was how I felt at 9:59 last night.  Some people might panic if that happened to them.  I rolled with it.  I was excited.  This was the big moment, the one I had waited for, for decades.

My excitement was not so much about being on TV.  The notoriety may actually be the worst part of this experience.  I was ridiculed by my Army unit when my UFO sighting first happened.  I do not look forward to what acquaintances who feign friendship may say to me, or worse, what their kids may say to my kids.  

What is exciting about this is my story is finally being told and maybe some action will be taken.  I have wondered for years, why does nobody in our government care that we are being visited by people from other planets?  Someone should know about this.  Someone should do something.  How can this be ignored?  I cannot be the only one!

My vindication (for lack of a better term) came when I watched the show's host, Lue Elizondo, discuss my case with Chris Mellon, a former Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense for Intelligence.  Someone in Mellon's government role should have been briefed on my encounter back when it first happened.  I was happy the issue was finally being escalated.  More on that later.

Unidentified Critique

I have watched the whole show twice now, and my segment three times.  My daughter saw me re-watching it this afternoon and made me start it over again so she could see my segment - not because she is so enamored with her dad but because she wanted to see our dog on TV.  

Marceau Dog

The show was well produced and overall I am happy with how I was portrayed.  But there are so many UFO skeptics out there who will look for any crack in the dam they can find, to invalidate mine and other witnesses' accounts.  So let me be the first to point out these issues and give them the proper redress.

This Sucker's Nuclear
I was surprised to learn my story would be included in an episode focusing on nuclear weapons.  Indeed, the issue discussed in the show is real.  I have heard anecdotes about this before, including one detailed story from my friend Tom.  Last year he told me his uncle used to work in a missile silo.  Tom's uncle had shared a terrifying experience with his wife.  The uncle would not discuss it with anyone else, but the aunt would talk about it all the time - a crazy story by an otherwise rational woman.  A spaceship had come down and disarmed the nuclear warheads where Tom's uncle worked, and then re-armed them.  When Unidentified told a nearly identical story I told my wife, "That's the same story Tom told me!"  She had been at the same party with me, when Tom told it to me.

What does my story have to do with that?  It is a stretch.  I was on a Canadian Army base, hours away from any nuclear facilities.  It is further from the American SAC base they identified, Loring, than New York City is from Philadelphia.  The producers needed an overall theme and they wanted to tie my sighting into the others somehow, for continuity.  That is my take.  Whatever it was, I am OK with that.  Maybe there is a nuclear connection.  I cannot say there is or is not.  More likely, the spaceship that creeped on me in August 1992 was generally checking out our capabilities, be they nuclear or conventional.  

These people (aliens) may not even make a distinction between the two.  Anyone who can get from there to here (wherever there is) may have some weapon (or a number of classes of weapons) that makes nukes look like sticks and stones.  So what is the difference to them?  And what is the difference to me?  If Unidentified wants to throw my story in with the nuke stories, c'est la vie, as long as the story gets told.

Unidentified Footage
About a year ago I met Travis Walton.  He is the subject of one of the most famous alien abduction cases.  A movie was made about his experience called Fire in the Sky.  He told me, "Hollywood got it all wrong."  I get it.  Word.

It is remarkable that I recognized the actor playing young me, from the one or two seconds he was shown in Episode I.  That was when I first got the uneasy feeling that the re-creation was not 100% spot-on.  Does this matter?  Not a whole lot.  The overall narrative was correct.  I was guarding a cache of ammunition, deep in the woods at Gagetown.  The show had me standing next to a large building - there were no buildings at all, out there.  No lights.  Nothing.  Just me in a clearing in the woods with a huge pile of ammo and explosives.

The field phone I called Mike on was lying on the ground and connected to the next phone by thousands of feet of copper wire which had been unrolled from a large spool.  Each phone was daisy chained like that.  

When I picked up the phone to talk to Mike, it was not like he was just hanging out with the phone to his ear for hours on end, waiting for someone to pick up the other phone.  We had planned on synching up every half hour.  The UFO encounter for me ended at 11:27 pm so I picked up the phone three minutes later.  At the time I thought the encounter was over for Mike too but he told me two years ago, when we reconnected at Unidentified's request, that he was still watching the ship when we were on the phone.  He had also first noticed it about twenty minutes before I did.  I was seated and he was way down the road and walking around.  We had different vantage points.

Perhaps an empty space in the woods is not as exciting as a large steel building and it needed to be "punched up" for Joe & Josée Sixpack, watching at home.  Or, maybe it was just easier to re-create this scene than to find a place to shoot which would be representative of where I was.  Whatever the case may be, I want to point this out in the event that any skeptics decide to look at a Google Maps image of Gagetown and say, in their best John Mulaney voice, "Hey, wait a minute.  There is no building like that on the map!  This story must not be true!"  Well, it is, it has just been Hollywood-ized.

Another item that some critics may point out is the photo of me standing in a rail yard full of bombs.  There is no place like that at Gagetown.  The photo was taken in Miesau, Germany, the following year.  Remember that in 1992 no one carried around a camera in their pocket all the time, like they do now.  If we had, I would have had a really cool video of an enormous spaceship, as evidence of my sighting - assuming my battery held up.  The thing seems to die five minutes after I get off-grid, struggling for its last breath of broadband.  

Unidentified Critique

Since camera phones were not a thing, there are not many photos of me in the Army Reserves and none of me at Gagetown - I thought I had brought a disposable camera up there with me but if so, I do not know what happened to it nor to the pictures.  So when Unidentified asked for pictures of me in the Army I gave them one from Basic Training, two years before Gagetown, and one from Miesau, the year after.  The casual viewer will not care about this.  For anyone who has worked at either Gagetown or Miesau and wants to point out the discrepancy, there it is.  Knock yourself out.

I was a Reservist, not Guardsman, as reported.  Both are part-time soldiers but the former is under the authority of the president and the latter by a state's governor.  The distinction is not insignificant, especially if you live in Portland right now, but it is benign as far as my UFO sighting goes.

Other than that, the rest of the encounter was well done.  They must have had up to six hours of interview footage to edit so I am sure it was a daunting process to piece the story together in such a short segment - I have tried some video editing for the David Marceau YouTube Channel and it is not fun.  I take my hat off to anyone who has the patience for it.  None of the footage from my trip to A&E's studio in Brooklyn was used, although they may have used one or more sound bites as voice-overs.  

The only part of my narrative that requires clarification germane to my sighting is the static noise I mentioned.  During most of the encounter there was complete silence.  Not even the crickets were chirping.  It was only after the ship had glided some distance away from me that I heard the static.

I used to attribute this aural experience to the animals sensing danger.  They did not want to be harmed by the same thing I feared.  But more recently I have come to believe that the ship possessed some type of noise cancellation technology designed to silence its operation.  In the process, it also silences everything within a certain radius.  Once it had traveled far enough away from me that the silencer lost its effect, the sounds around me started to slowly fade in, which is why I heard static.  I do not know for sure if this is the correct explanation of what happened, only that it happened.

I Saw an Alien Spaceship

Yeah, I said it.  Why beat around the bush?  We all know what this show is about.  Aliens!  No need to be all, "I'm not saying it was aliens, but..." à la Giorgio Tsoukalos.  I knew it was an alien spaceship and I openly use the terms "enormous spacecraft" and "alien spaceship."  But I am just a guy in Connecticut.  What is more interesting is, for the first time, I heard Lue Elizondo using the term "UFO".  Last season it was all "UAP" and talk about how maybe it is the Russians or the Chinese.  I cannot take credit for Lue's change of heart but I hope that by me (and others) being open and real about this subject, more people can begin to speak about it without feeling stigmatized.

I Saw an Alien Spaceship
I'm not... No, actually, I am indeed saying it was aliens

Watching the show proceed I became more excited about one of the other stories.  The Air Force Security Specialist from FE Warren Air Force Base describes feeling a tingling sensation when the spaceship he encountered was hovering over him.  I have written many times about a similar experience, which I detail in The Spaceship I Saw - Part 3.  I knew the ship I saw was there before I saw it.  I could feel its presence.  The hair on the back of my neck stood up.  Then the hair on my right arm stood up as if it were a hot day, but it was actually a damp night.  I believe the ship was scanning the contents of the ammo cache with something like an x-ray.  I was caught in it and could feel it - although the sensation I felt could also have been related to the ship's levitation/propulsion system.  Maybe it was something else all-together.  But I definitely felt something, a charge in the air.

Another similarity between his experience and mine was the feeling of being frozen with fear.  Terror is a better term.  I mentioned this in an article last week, recalling one of my earliest blog articles, Some UFO Psychology.  The Air Force Guy says that even after 30 years the emotions are still there, they are "raw."  I felt the same way until I began writing about my encounter and talking about it more openly, to more people.

Prior to two years ago, on the rare occasion I would open up to someone and tell my story, my eyes would tear up.  I would not actually cry, my eyes would just gloss over.  That was how traumatic it was.  I would be instantly transported back to the scene of the encounter, reliving the terror which enveloped me that night.  I have never sought counseling for this but from what I have read about PTSD, that is what it was.  It was not with me all the time, haunting me day and night.  It was always on the back burner.  But whenever I spoke about it (which was rare), I was right back there in the woods in Gagetown, staring at an enormous spaceship from another planet, fearful of being zapped by a death ray or being beamed up or of, God-Forbid, the ship landing and its occupants greeting me.  That probably sounds pretty cool to some people but you would not think that if you were alone in the woods, at night, holding an automatic weapon with an empty magazine.

The Air Force Security Specialist wraps up by saying the ship he saw shot off in a streak of light.  I did not see that happen with mine but Mike, the other witness, said he saw that happen from his vantage point.  I would love to speak with this Air Force guy and share some details of our mutual experiences, with each other.  I texted Lue this afternoon to ask if he could let the guy know I wanted to speak with him.  Lue said yes.  Hopefully he will reach out.

I understand if the guy wants to remain anonymous.  Jeremy McGowan, who was featured next said it best, "You don't necessarily want to be the guy who saw a UFO; you don't want to have that stigma."  That was me until I started this blog.  The blog was itself a product of having spoken to Lue Elizondo and the producers of Unidentified - it has been a two year saga for me.  I only got into the #UFOTwitter crowd once it looked like I was going to be on TV talking about my experience.  I decided at that point that if the cat was going to be out of the bag I should just dive into this subject head-first.

Additional Non-Sequiturs

Interesting that the four of us featured in Episode III all served around the same time, had incidents around the same time, and are all about the same age.  Are all the younger servicemen afraid to speak up?  Are all the older ones dead?  I have already beat cancer and pneumonia - maybe I will get Coronavirus soon and that will be that.  I am glad I had a chance to speak up when I did.

It was nice to be featured in the same episode as Harry Reid.  He has always struck me as a good guy, even though in his younger days he was a bit of a bad-ass.  I can relate.  I had to rewind when he said, "They're afraid because they don't want to sound like a fringe person."  I thought he said, French person.  My wife heard it too.  We were both like, what is wrong with being French?

My wife was happy that the house looked good on the show - thanks, camera guys and producers.  My kids lost their minds when they saw our dog on TV - Daddy, no big whoop, but the dog?  OMG!!!  I was just happy that I was portrayed in a positive light.  I was a bit nervous about that - I should not have been because the first thing that Lue and one of the producers each opened up with, during my first conversations with them two years ago, was to reassure me that they would take me seriously.  But you know, once bitten, twice shy. 

Lue Elizondo

Lue mentioned on the show that I reported the incident.  To be clear, I did not try to file the report, Mike did.  I do not remember if I told my direct superior but probably would have.  Mike reported it to the Non-Commissioned Officer in Charge that night and that is where the report ended.  This NCOIC told him to get out of his Command Shack, like Mike was just some jerk, messing with the guy.  While this was going on, I was speaking about the encounter with our driver, who was an NCO but not in my chain of command.  He enthusiastically believed us and said he had heard of many reports of sightings near military bases.  I also told my dad, who was on duty there too, and retold him the story about five years later, but when I visited him a few days before Lue came to my house in February, he did not remember hearing about it.

Now, a day after my episode aired, a calm has come over me.  This was induced by seeing Lue Elizondo and Chris Mellon discussing my case.  I know that was probably staged for the cameras but I am certain there were other real instances of this and not just between those two people.  Mellon said, "There should have been follow up.  This kind of reporting should be examined in a purely objective fashion."  Ya think?

Thank you Lue, Chris, Tom DeLonge, and the producers of Unidentified, for bringing this news to those who need to hear it.  I have waited nearly thirty years for the opportunity to get the information I have into the hands of the people who can do something with it.  Now it is up to them.

Lue's last text to me today was to assure me, "You are making a difference!  People in D.C. are watching!"  Good to know, I think.  Watching, how?  Maybe I need to invest in some curtains.

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Saturday, July 25, 2020

How does it feel to see a UFO?

Two strange sensations in my chest woke me this morning around 4:30.  One was the sunburn seared on from floating in a tube on a lake while Quarantining for the past few days.  The other was anticipation for what this day will bring.  I sprung out of bed like there was a spider in it.

David Marceau Napping
Me, Quarantining at undisclosed location in New England

Coffee and excitement brewed minutes later.  This is the day I have been waiting for, for quite some time.  Days melded in a pot of memories with years, decades, half a lifetime.  

Chapter One of my life began at age nineteen, in early August 1992, nearly 28 years ago.  That story gets told tonight on a show called Unidentified.  I thought the day would never come.  Even a few weeks ago I had doubts.  I sent phishing texts and emails to people involved with the show, "Can you share any updates on Unidentified with me?"  

The first response was from Luis Elizondo.  He sent me a text in early June saying the series would air in a month.  I had expected it to premier around Memorial Day, like it did last year.  It was late.  Lue was not sure which episode I would be in but thought it might be four or five.

Next, I saw a response to a Tweet on my Twitter feed from Executive Producer Anthony Lappé, this past week.  He said he thought I would be in the next episode, number three.  I was surprised to hear from Anthony.  I did not think anyone from the show followed me.  He must have searched on #Unidentified and came across one of my Tweets.

How does it feel to see a UFO?

Final confirmation came yesterday afternoon around 3:30.  I received a call from a Massachusetts number.  I almost let it go to voicemail because I thought it was another call for "Mamma Jamma."  Someone put my cell phone number on a credit application, years ago, and opened up a bunch of accounts in the name Mamma Jamma and then defaulted on all of them.  I will not say it was identity theft because I do not think my number was used intentionally.  More likely it was a random number which worked the first time so why not re-use it over and over?  I think most crooks are lazy like that.  

Anyway, there was a time when I would get several calls a day, every day, for Mamma Jamma.  The first time I picked up the phone and heard that, I said, "WHO???"  I laughed.  It sounded like a prank.  Mamma Jamma.  Really?  It got old fast, though.  The worst was when it got automated.  I could not just tell the person calling that it was a wrong number.  Robodialers should be illegal.  It took a long time to convince each of these creditors that I was not the droid they were looking for and to leave me alone.  

The calls stopped for a few years.  Then the accounts must have been sold off to some other bottom feeders and none of the account notes were transferred.  So recently I have been getting the calls again.  Who else would be calling me at Close-of-Business on a summer Friday?  By 3:30, everyone was supposed to be in The Hamptons or The Poconos or The Catskills or The Cape Codses.  What good could possibly come from answering this call, I thought?

At first I was sorry I answered.  It was someone claiming to be a producer with A&E.  I had never heard of the guy.  The name sounded made up, one step short of Mamma Jamma.  I asked him to spell it so I could look it up.  It was a bad connection.  It sounded like he was talking on one of those Bluetooth setups where it is not clear where the microphone is, which makes the user think they look really cool.  Let me be the one to break it to these people, there is nothing cool about sounding like you are mumbling with your hand over your mouth.  Get a real microphone, you attention hound!

The call dropped.  Maybe he was calling from a sweatshop call center in Mumbai or an icy shack in Siberia.    Remember, "I am Peggy?"

I tried to look the guy up.  Nothing came up on him.  My Spidey Sense said nothing was wrong but I still held some healthy skepticism.  I went back to paying my bills and catching up on emails and waited for the guy to call back.  He called back about fifteen minutes later.  The connection was better but he still sounded muffled.  It was because he was talking through a mask while riding on a speeding train to Rochester, not because of a hotshot Bluetooth system.  OK, I could see that.

I was concerned that this guy was not actually affiliated with A&E and he was trying to extract some information from me for some unknown, nefarious purpose.  He wanted to know my branch of military service and my rank when I got out.  I had already given copies of my DD214 to Unidentified's producers.  That is the form that verifies that you served - pretty much worth its weight in gold, if you want any type of military benefits.  Why would this guy want information I had already provided?

I shared my concerns with the caller.  I probably sounded paranoid but my Twitter following has increased by 50% over the past week and I have already turned down two interview requests.  This is prior to my episode even airing.  I had to be sure this was for real.

The producer emailed me from his A&E account while we were on the phone.  Then the call dropped again.  We ultimately worked it out.  He was calling because there had been an error in the first or second episode, regarding someone's rank and branch of service, and they wanted to make sure they verified everyone else's information.  How they would correct this, a day before my episode aired, I do not know.  Regardless, I verified my rank and branch of service and he verified I would be on tonight's episode.  It airs on History Channel at 10:00pm Eastern United States time.

How does it feel to see a UFO?

This is indeed an exciting time for me.  Twenty-eight years is a long time to keep a secret - a secret that you know you should share.  I knew it at the time, as my sighting was occurring, that this was something I should tell people about.  It was monumental.  I was experiencing history.  I knew that!  So many thoughts swirled in my mind, sitting there on a little bench, deep in the Canadian woods.  Even after all this time, with my extensive vocabulary and two years of blogging experience it is difficult for me to find the words to clearly articulate how I felt, the phraseology to succinctly summarize the myriad implications I immediately surmised.  It was a big deal and I knew it, while it was happening.

Who would I tell?  What would they do with the information?  Would there be any response?  Why me?  Who would even believe this?  I was no one special.  What will people think?  What will my friends say?  Will I be viewed like the yokels the reporters dig up to explain what it is like to watch your mobile home destroyed by a tornado?  This is something I will carry around with me for the rest of my life.

Besides all the questions and implications the feeling I had at the time was one of terror.  I mention this briefly in one of my first articles, Some UFO Psychology.  I was nearly paralyzed with fright.  The whole encounter lasted up to seven minutes.  During most of that time I was afraid to move even a single muscle, lest I be spotted and then beamed up or zapped with a death ray.  I really thought that.  I know, looking at the words I am typing that saying this sounds bizarre.  But there was an enormous spaceship slowly gliding by me, close enough to hit with a "Hair Mary" football pass.  What would you think?

I am not sure if Unidentified will truly capture what I went through.  I do not see how it could.  From the few moments of preview I saw it looks like the re-creation is not right.  I feel like this is not the last time I will tell my story and that every time after this I will need to clarify a few things.  I am also concerned with how I will be portrayed.  When my second interview wrapped up, Lue Elizondo told me this is an amazing story, "if it's true."  That gave me great pause.  What did he mean, "if it's true?"  I shake my head and huffle (to sniff backwards) as I type this.  But then I smile with satisfaction.  What else can I do?

The Albatross

Tonight my story will be told.  I do not care much about how I am perceived.  At this point, I am simply relieved that I have been able to share my experience.  I feel a bit numb.  I wonder how things will change after this.  My anonymity will be lost, for some time.  Hopefully not for long; I like my life the way it is.  Whatever happens, if the information I am sharing somehow helps humanity, I will feel accomplished.  Maybe that is grandiose.  Whatever.  If it does not help anyone then, well, at the very least I will no longer have to carry this albatross around with me.  I did my part.

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Friday, July 17, 2020

Coming Up on Unidentified Season 2

Last Saturday night, my readers in the United States were treated to a surprise.  At the end of the first episode of Season 2 of Unidentified I was in the previews of upcoming episodes.  Had I anticipated that, I would have had a blog article prepared and ready to release to discuss it.  I was not expecting to be on so soon.  But shortly after the episode aired, several friends and people I am connected to on UFO Twitter reached out to congratulate me.  The David Marceau Twitter following ticked up slightly so that I now have nearly as many followers as people I am following, which is exciting.  So I guess the cat is out of the bag.

David Marceau History
Coming up on Unidentified

Currently, I am bound by a Non-Disclosure Agreement ("NDA") which temporarily prohibits me from appearing on other shows, among other things.  Regardless of the legal implications, I gave my word that I would not give anything away so do not expect to find any spoilers here.  Also, do not contact me directly, asking for more information on the DL (however, as always, do contact me if you want to discuss something directly related to your own encounter or about one of my blog articles).  What I will do is to provide a digest and analysis of what is already publicly known.

David Marceau on Unidentified

Yes, that was me at the end of Season 2, Episode 1.  Thank you, to those who recognized me and reached out to congratulate me.  I was not expecting that.  The recognition is one of the aspects of my upcoming appearance which I have not been looking forward to.  

My grandmother always used to say, "Keep a low profile."  It is solid advice.  I first learned what that meant when I joined the Army.  In Basic Training, the soldiers who made a name for themselves did so under the false belief that they would be rewarded for standing out.  On the contrary, they soon found out they were more heavily scrutinized and held to a higher standard.

I also have found this in business.  While the idea of "friendly competition" is real and I have good relationships with many of my competitors, there are quite a few people out there who want to tear down anyone whom they believe is doing well.  It does not matter how hard you have had to work or what kind of sacrifices you made for your family, to achieve some small serving of success, there are people who want to see you fail, from the moment they hear of you.  What is most odd about that phenomenon is, often times this will come from people who do not even stand to lose anything by your success - they just enjoy taking other people down to their level.

For these reasons, I have never sought out public recognition for my UFO Sighting.  I have enjoyed putting out this blog and appreciated how much it has taken off but that is the extent of my ambition.  My daughter told me a couple months ago that I should have a YouTube Channel.  She said, "Blogs are for 'Boomers'.  YouTube is for everyone else."  I am not of the Baby Boom generation but I am OK with that characterization.  I have not ruled out doing more on YouTube and if there is demand for it I will consider it but right now I am satisfied with getting up early every day and writing.

Despite my contentment with anonymity, I am beginning to slide down the slope of renown.  Artist Andy Warhol said in 1968, "In the future, everyone will be world-famous for fifteen minutes."  My time is arriving.  I was aware of this two years ago when the producers of Unidentified first began speaking with me.  That was the subject of the second blog article I wrote, titled 15 Minutes.

At the time, I did not know what I would do with my own 15 Minutes.  All I knew was it was coming.  I decided then that I wanted to use this as an opportunity to help other people who have had similar experiences to get their stories out to the public.  That then became my mission.  I was going to do a podcast or a call-in radio show and talk to other witnesses.  I have a solid background in Radio from the early 1990's and this seemed like a great way to get back into something I used to really enjoy, while also giving back and helping people.  This blog was instantiated as a chronicle of that effort.

I soon found that:

  • Doing a good podcast is a full-time job
  • Renting radio air-time is expensive
  • Most UFO witnesses do not want to talk about their experiences

I could have gotten around the time issue.  I was running a business, teaching fifteen college credits, and raising a family.  But I only need five or six hours of sleep, a night.  Time is a figment of our imaginations.  The expense was another issue.  I was not keen on committing to paying $1200 per month to rent out a radio station for an hour each week.  Still, where there is a will there is a way.  I could have made it work if I really wanted to.  

It was the last of the above three issues which caused me to pivot with the blog.  Most UFO witnesses I have encountered do not want to talk about their experiences.  They are shy or embarrassed or traumatized - maybe they do not quite believe what they have seen with their own eyes.  As I always say in my sign-off, "I get it, I saw one too."  

I have written many times about how the moment I got into the transport truck on the night of my sighting people began to ridicule me and Mike, the other witness.  This caused both of us to immediately clam up.  I did not talk about it with anyone again for maybe five years.  I do not think Mike discussed it with anyone at all until I tracked him down two years ago, but do not quote me on that.

Coming Up on Unidentified Season 2

Here is what I can say without violating the terms of my NDA.  The photo above was taken of my own TV the night Episode 1 ran, Saturday July 11, 2020.  There are some clues in the image.  First, you can see there is a baby grand piano, some art, candle sticks, items which indicate this is someone's home.  Obviously, it is my house.  

I am seated in what used to be my dining room.  The room is really far from the kitchen and was only used about twice a year so my wife and I gave the dining set to my mom (it had been hers to begin with) and we turned the room into the kids' study lounge.  This is where they do their school work, practice their instruments, and play on their computers.  It is a pretty cool setup.  I wish I had something like that when I was a kid.

The producers from A&E chose this room because it had the best light, the coloring and background was nice, I have a little cafe table in there where I could sit close to the interviewer, there was a lot of room for the camera guys to sit, all around it was a good choice.  Prior to the crew's arrival, I had thought it would be nice to sit in front of the fire but the study lounge worked out well.

Another clue that is easily discerned from the photo is the time of year.  Snow is falling.  Clearly it is sometime in winter.  There is no green outside other than my rhododendron bushes, which stay green year-round.  So it must be mid-late winter - not too late because Connecticut went into Quarantine in early March which would have caused me to tell the camera crew to go away.  We were much more strict about the social distancing in the early part of the Quarantine, given that we were just a few miles from the epicenter of the hot spot.  I would not have allowed four people into my home.  Even today, I might have had them into the house (might not) but they would have had to mask up and I would have appeared wearing a mask too.

I will reveal the actual date of that interview at some point in the future.  I will also write more about the sequence of events and other behind-the-scenes info once more of it becomes public knowledge or I have cleared it with the folks in Legal at A&E or with my own legal team.  I will also fill in any gaps the producers may have left out of the story, if there are any, under the same legal terms mentioned.  For now, I will let the rest be a mystery waiting to be solved when I am finally featured in an upcoming episode.

Which episode?  I have been told but am not sure if I am supposed to know nor if I can reveal that to the public, so I will check with the producers and find out.  I do not see the harm in releasing that information but I will find out for sure.

That seems to be all I can reveal about the show for now, though, hit me in the Comments or the Contact Form if you have questions and I will talk about whatever I am permitted to.

I will sign off with an observation.  Even though this interview was not that long ago it is hard to recognize the guy in that picture compared to the person I see in the mirror now.  I have not had a haircut in nearly five months and have not been to the gym in the same time.  Back then, I was going to the gym 2-3 days a week, lifting weights and running 2+ miles each time.  I have put on twenty pounds in Quarantine - all of it, fat.

I have no desire to step foot in a barber shop, still.  Those places are sketchy to begin with, prior to the Pandemic.  Even the fancy-schmancy barber "club" I went to skeeves me out when I think about all the opportunities to catch the Coronavirus.  For now, I am OK with waiting for a vaccine before getting my hair cut.  So expect to see a quite different-looking person in my next public appearance.

I will, however, see what I can do about getting back into shape.  There is no excuse for the weight gain.  I have enjoyed the respite from real life but it is time to get back on the horse and shape up.

That is all for today.  Watch for me on a future episode of Unidentified at 10:00 pm, Eastern United States Time (EDT) on History Channel.

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