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Monday, August 24, 2020

My Second Interview for Unidentified

"I can't believe the guy from the New York Times article is here in my dining room," I said.  It was surreal.

Two years ago my sister in-law sent my wife a link to an article about a guy named Luis Elizondo.  It made the front page of the Times.  It was about UFOs or UAPs as they are now often called, and how people in the US government were taking the subject seriously.  There was even mention of video footage.

Luis Elizondo and David Marceau
Me and Lue in my Dining Room

We now know that video footage by names like Go Fast, Gimbal, and FLIR.  We saw them on Season One of Unidentified on the History Channel.  And we got to know a little more about Lue.  Today I had the pleasure of getting to know Lue a little better.  It was during a video shoot for Unidentified, Season Two.

The reader is probably seeing this article after May 2020.  But I am writing it on February 29th, 2020.  I want to document the day while it is still fresh in my head.  It was a big day - one of the biggest of my life.  My family and I cleaned the house for the past two weeks.  It was overdue.  

Since I had cancer a year ago I was never able to do a good thorough spring clean-up around the yard last year.  By the time I was healthy enough to do that it was too much and there were more important things to do.  Dried weeds lined the stone walls which encase my property.  Leaves which had fallen or blown into my yard after the fall clean up, littered the yard.

We had some unseasonably warm temperatures last week and I used the opportunity to get a lot of raking done.  The inside of the house also had many years of clutter and dust which needed tending to - with two working parents it is hard to keep up.  Finally, with the prospect of our house being on national television and downloadable worldwide on the Worldwide Web, we got our butts in gear and gave the place a good scrubbing.  I wonder sometimes if we would ever bother to tidy up if no one ever came to our house.  That is one reason I like to have people over from time to time - it is a good excuse to de-clutter and clean up.

It was a typical late February day in New England.  The temperature hovered around the freezing mark all day.  The sun was out, which helped warm the house but was not enough to prevent a few snow flakes from flurrying about, here and there.  I wondered if it would get heavier.  Snow was not in the forecast.  I did not notice the cold, so much.  I was hot.  I had spent the morning rallying with the family to finish up the last few clean up projects.  They were all great.  I was impressed and pleased with how supportive everyone was, on this.  They all knew how important this was to me and also I think it felt good to get the place in shape.  One of my kids, who often whines about this kind of thing, told me afterwards that it was not that bad - kind of easy.  Hoo-wah!

Lue and the camera crew arrived more than an hour after expected.  They wanted to have a bite in town at Dmitry's Diner (they have great stuffed grape leaves) and get some footage of Lue driving around town.    That was fine with me because it gave me some extra time to get ready.  I continued cleaning, right up until a few minutes before they arrived.

When they got here we did some video of me doing things around the house.  I fed the dog.  I put some wood on the fire.  We went outside.  I walked around my pond.  I wore just a sweater, despite the frigid temperatures.  I had not expected to be out long.  One of the camera guys had me stand on the edge of the pond and stare at the house.  The producer, Jason, asked me to get a couple soccer balls out of the yard.  I kicked one right at him and the other at the house.  He called me a show-off.  I told him, just do not ask me to shoot a basket.  Although, I do have a mean left-handed layup. * word *

I asked Jason to be kind about how the house was presented.  I always have a dozen construction projects going on.  Outdoor projects have to be timed with the weather and then they compete with yard work and gardening.  Indoor projects compete with kids' sports and skiing.  Everything competes with repair projects.  I commented to Jason that it was like a game of Whac-a-mole.  He laughed but he lives in Brooklyn so I am not sure he could really appreciate it.

We went in and scoped out a few potential sites for my interview with Lue.  I had initially envisioned us sitting in front of the fireplace, Jimmy Carter style.  Jason thought the kitchen table might be a better spot because of the large restaurant-style banquette in there.  Living in Brooklyn, Jason may have had a little kitchen envy.  I lived in Brooklyn for six years so I get it.  The kitchens there tend to be tiny.  My kitchen in this house is larger than a lot of apartments in The City.  My wife and I do a lot of cooking.

Jimmy Carter Fireplace
Jimmy Carter Style

In the end, we settled on the room we call the dining room.  I took the dining table out of that room a couple years ago because we never used it.  We always sit in the kitchen.  The dining room has since become the kids' computer room / music room.  I suppose we should rename it.  Sometimes I call it the Kids' Study Lounge.  I have a little café table in there that used to be in a Border's Books store.  I bought it when they went out of business and sold everything in the store.  Thanks Amazon!  Coincidentally, my friend Elisa Zuckerberg got their industrial-sized coffee grinder that I had been eyeing.  I should have bought it when I had the chance.

Lue pulled up and came in the house.  It was good to see him again.  We had spoken on the phone several times and then met in-person last fall when I did my initial interview at A&E's studio in Brooklyn.  We did not get to talk much then.  A director or producer did most of that first interview (might have been Anthony Lappé) and later on Lue and I kibbitzed in the kitchen for a few minutes.  But today we had quite a bit of time together.  Lue conducted this entire interview.

My first contact with Lue was about a month after my wife forwarded me that Times article.  For decades, I had resigned myself to the fact that (at the time) nobody cared about my sighting and I would take my story to the grave, notwithstanding the few friends and family who knew about it.  But after reading that article I thought, here is a guy who could do something with this information.  I should reach out to him.  And I did.

My story did not make it into the first season of Unidentified.  I never asked anyone why but I suppose it is because they had so much content with the Nimitz Incident and the similar Atlantic sightings that they did not need me.  I did not have any hard feelings about it.  It was just another year in a three-decade saga.  Maybe they would use me in Season Two.  Maybe there would not be a Season Two.  Whatever.  In the meantime, that initial interest by Lue had compelled me to begin this blog and I am better off for it because all this writing about my experience has relieved me of the trauma I used to relive when recounting my tale.  Although I still felt a bit of that when going over it with Lue today.

It was a long interview.  I am sure they will have to edit it down considerably for the show.  Lue asked me a lot of questions.  We kept getting interrupted by the setting sun changing the lighting.  And my dog caused a bit of commotion.  I had to put her in another part of the house.  It was a good excuse to get up and pour myself some more coffee.  I probably drank too much of it.  I started feeling a little jittery towards the end of the interview.  The temperature in the house also dropped several degrees as the fire died out and the light and heat from the sun went down over the hill, just outside the room we sat in.  I got a chill.  I hope it was not obvious on camera.  It ended up getting down to 19 degrees Fahrenheit that night.

Other than the dog and the sun there were no interruptions.  I had thought my kids might be interested in what was happening on my end of the house but no one snuck in for a peek.  At some point my wife took my little guy to play in a basketball game and the other kids found things to quietly occupy themselves with.  Perhaps if a YouTube star like PewDiePie or MrBeast were in my dining room, they would have been more curious.  But this was just face of the UFO Community.  Big deal!

I do not know if this will make it onto the show or not but Lue told me the ship I saw has been sighted as far back as the 1950's.  That was news to me.  I have searched for it online and never seen anything like it.  He said he knew about it from his "past life" with AATIP.  They called it a "School Bus" because of the windows.  I prefer the name I gave it, "The Marceau Ship" but what is in a name?  He also revealed quite a few other things to me, here and there.  I am not sure how much of it I should talk about so I will keep it to myself until I speak with Lue again.  Suffice to say, Lue is a wealth of knowledge.

School Bus UFO
The School Bus UFO or The Marceau Ship?

Lue told me a lot of people in government would be watching this.  He asked me what I would tell them.  He also asked, if the president was watching this what would I tell him.  I pictured myself locking eyes with the president.  I looked at the camera and said to him, this is happening.  It does not matter if you believe it or not.  Science does not care if you believe in Global Warming or Vaccinations and it does not care if you believe in aliens, or not.  They are observing us and we should prepare for Contact and then do what we can to make Contact.

It took me a few seconds to think of that (maybe they will edit out my pause).  I had not anticipated being asked to speak to the president.  Really, I never anticipated any of this.  All I wanted to do, two years ago, or 28 years ago for that matter, was to get my story into the hands of someone in the US government who could do something with it.  Had Lue told me on our first call that I would end up on a TV show and maybe talking to Congress or the President (either in person or vis-a-vis the TV show) I probably would have taken longer to think about it.  I have been commended on my courage but really, I never imagined it would be all this.

That is my summary of the day Lue Elizondo came over for coffee.  I still cannot believe the guy from the New York Times article was here in my dining room.  It was surreal.  I will write more about Lue and my experiences with A&E Television in upcoming articles.  Hit the Subscribe button below to be the first to see it.

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Wednesday, August 19, 2020

Strange Bedfellows

It was a beautiful ride out to see the Bigfoot Lady - sunny, warm, light breeze, the perfect day for a ride through the Hudson Valley.  We had a nice time.  She was a gracious hostess.  Songbirds chirped as I set up my tripod.  We talked about the hummingbirds visiting her bird feeders while I focused the camera on the irises.  The setting was serene.

I went Gayle Beatty's house to talk about UFOs.  That is my thing.  That is the only thing I like to write about.  We talked a bit about how the Hudson Valley is a hot spot for UFO activity.  Gayle says it has something to do with the area, there is a cave "loaded with crystals."  You can communicate with the crystals, she says.  And there are portals in the area.  It was then not long before she redirected the conversation to her favorite topic - Bigfoot.

Gayle Beatty Bigfoot Lady
Me and Gayle Beatty, the Bigfoot Lady

I had over two hours of video.  I told Gayle I would let her know when it was ready to post on YouTube.  I got on the bike and rode away, satisfied that I had asked the right questions.

That was over a year ago.  I have never produced the video for YouTube nor written about the interview until now.  There are two reasons:

  1. I hate editing video.  I would rather lean over the edge of a scaffold, twenty feet above the ground, clinging to the side of my house with my fingernails, and hang cedar shingles - doing that later today.
  2. I do not believe in Bigfoot.  Gayle was so kind to invite me to her home and take time out of her day - I left, unconvinced that there is a single Bigfoot on Earth and I did not want to make her look bad by producing something I disagreed with.

What is it with Bigfoot and UFOs?  Why are so many people who are into UFOs also into all sorts of paranormal subjects?

Is Bigfoot an Alien?

To me, the subject of UFOs is as different from Bigfoot as the Cybertruck is from Santa Claus.  It is hard to know where to even start linking the two.  I come at this from the perspectives of Science and experience.  Science, because with all the billions of stars in our galaxy and the infinite number of planets surrounding them it is a mathematical certainty that there is intelligent life, much older than us, out there.  Experience, because I Saw One Too (dot net).  

Many disagree.  For some, there is no justification for this belief; it is a matter of faith.  Others will come up with all sorts of stomach-churning conspiracy theories.  The Bigfoot Lady had a whole narrative about how the Bigfoots are themselves aliens.  It is interesting to listen to, harder to believe.

I suppose, if you think of Bigfoot as being like Chewbacca and the Bigfoots come from a place like Chewie's home planet of Kashyyyk then, why not?  Why do all aliens have to look like Greys or "Little Green Men?"  Maybe some of them look like Bigfoot.  Maybe some aliens are orange, with corn husks on their heads.  Maybe some look like Steve Carell.

Is Bigfoot an Alien?
Bigfoot, is that you?

The part I have difficulty with is that people will sometimes catch a glimpse of the big guy out in the woods - Bigfoot, not Steve Carell.  He is elusive but can be viewed.  Why?  What is he doing in the woods in the first place?  If he were truly from another planet then he would have spaceships and other technology capable of watching us without being detected, like all other aliens.  Why get out of the ship and risk danger, like Chef in Apocalypse Now?  I just do not buy it.

Is Bigfoot Real?

What if Bigfoot is not an alien but is simply an unidentified species?  OK, what happens when they die?  They must eat each other, or something, because no remains have ever been dug up.  One would think, if archaeologists can find Lucy after three million years, they can find a Bigfoot like every day.  There should be thousands (if not millions) of Bigfoot skeletons littered throughout their territory.  But all we have are footprints and grainy photos.

Paranormalists will now point at me and mutter, "J'accuse."  Gayle Beatty herself may say it is hypocritical to go on international television and tell the world about the close encounter I had with an alien spaceship and then go on to denounce the Paranormal.  Sorry about that.  I can appreciate where these folks are coming from.  But I respectfully disagree.

I believe it is important to clearly delineate the UFO phenomenon from all sorts of paranormal activity.  It just muddies the water to keep them lumped in together.  It gives food to debunkers who feel they only need to disprove one point in order to cast doubt on all arguments.  In actuality it is the opposite.  You only need to prove one UFO case in order to prove aliens exists.  However, that is beyond the threshold for most people to recognize; everything is in black and white terms.

Is Bigfoot Real?
Flying Spaghetti Monster

I am sensitive to belief systems I disagree with.  I do not care if you worship Jesus or Allah or Adonai or Flying Spaghetti Monster.  I do not care if you believe in aliens, Bigfoots, leprechauns, or El Chupacabra.  But I do care when they are all lumped together.  You would not go to a Catholic church, face east and get down on a prayer mat five times a day.  Why would you conflate UFOs with Bigfoot?

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Monday, August 17, 2020

Life After Isaias

I woke up earlier than usual this morning.  "Usual" is between four and five in the morning, to put that in context.  I laid there for a while thinking about ski season.  I looked at my phone for a few minutes.  Then I noticed a bright planet in the sky.  At first I thought it was Mars.  But then I looked it up and it was probably Venus.  I do not remember it ever looking so bright.

Since, by that time, it was almost time for me to get I decided to head downstairs and put up a blog post.  It has been a couple weeks.  After appearing on Unidentified last month I had intended to write more frequently, at least once a week.  Mother Nature had other ideas.

Life After Isaias
Trees down on my property after Isaias

Hurricane Isaias hit Connecticut on August 4th, 2020.  My family and I were out of town at the time.  It was a good thing we were.  Our town was pummeled.  We came home find four trees down on our property and branches everywhere.  Part of the largest tree was hanging over the road.  Somehow, we lucked out and none of the trees did any damage.  They missed the garden, my solar lights, and some cherry saplings I had planted.  I could not believe it.

We did not come out of it completely unscathed, though.  There was a prolonged blackout.  On the way home, Wednesday the fifth, I asked Mrs. M. if she thought we should pick up a new generator.  We had already heard that most of our town was without power.  We had a small gasoline generator at home but I was not sure if it would start - we had not used it since Hurricane Sandy, which left us without power for a week.  Plus, the generator was barely powerful enough to run the refrigerator.  We thought, if we ended up not needing a new generator we could either return it or we could easily sell it to someone else without power.  I said to my wife, "I'll kick myself if we get home and can't get the old generator to work and we could've easily picked one up on the way home."  We bought a new generator in Clifton Park, New York, knowing we would not find one within a hundred miles of our house.

Gas lines in Fairfield County after Isaias

I bought some gas and we ran an extension cord from the new generator to the fridge to save whatever food had not already begun to spoil.  The next day I hard-wired the generator to our circuit panel.  Then I gave the old generator to my mom and wired it up for her.

Power is nice to have but the cable was still down and without that we had no internet.  Broadband was limited because everyone was using it for streaming movies, I guess.  There may also have been a cell tower with no power.  In total, my house was without power and Internet for nine days.  Sometimes I miss opportunities out of reserved caution.  I am very happy with myself for getting the new generator.

So this is why I have not written a blog post in over two weeks.  It is also why I missed Episode 5 of Unidentified - I will have to find it online, unless it was repeated.  But the biggest upset for me was I was supposed to interview a big name in the UFO Community the day I was hooking up my generator.  I could have figured out a way to do it on my phone or at another location but hot running water for my family was a bigger priority for me at the time.  Now that things are back to normal (normal for 2020) I will reach out to this person and see if we can reschedule for this week.  Stay tuned...

Alien Parlor Stories

Leading up to my appearance on Unidentified I half expected my family to be psyched about it.  I got some big accolades from my two closest cousins and their mom but here in the little cottage in Connecticut it has been business as usual.  It was like, "Hmm... Daddy was on TV.  Can you sign me in to the Battle Pass?"

This may have just been some more of that Marceau reserved caution.  Now that power and Internet are back and I have cut up most of the trees that fell, we are resuming social (distanced) engagements.  We had some friends over Saturday night for s'mores and sparklers at the Distant Social Pit.  Once it got dark and the fire was raging, Mrs. M. was delighted to share my Z-List celebrity status with our guests.  She asked me if I would mind telling my UFO story.

C-3PO-like narrative
Telling Ghost Stories around the Campfire

I revealed that there was a time, up until about two years ago, that I would have been reluctant to do a C-3PO-like narrative of my sighting in front of my whole family and five guests - guests I like a lot but have not gotten together with much, in the seven years we have known them.  I explained to them that it used to be more difficult.  Telling my story would transport me back to the place and time when it happened and I would re-experience the terror I felt that night.  But writing this blog had helped me overcome it.  Now, telling the story is not such a big deal.  What is a big deal is who I tell it to.

Our friends' kids cozied up to their parents, on their laps or at their feet, on the opposite side of the fire from my family.  My kids turned their chairs towards me.  Everyone stopped talking.  All eyes were on me.  It was showtime.  I probably spoke for a good twenty minutes.  At times I stood up.  I used my hands.  In the light of the fire, my "ghost story" held the ten of us in its grip.  I finished satisfied that I had spread the gospel.

Alien Parlor Stories
Alien Parlor Stories at the Distant Social Pit

I told our friends I had been sitting on this information for nearly thirty years.  My primary goal behind contacting Luis Elizondo two years ago was to put this information into the hands of someone who could do something with it.  Now that this goal has been accomplished, now that I am "out" with my story, I suppose it is not such a bad thing to spend the rest of my life as parlour entertainment.

The Other Witness

One final bit of fallout from the blackout is I have been playing phone-tag with Mike, "the other witness" to my sighting.  He left me a voice message sometime after our episode of Unidentified aired.  I have been away from home for several days every week since then, camping or doing other family stuff and then a short business trip.  That plus the blackout, I have not connected directly with Mike yet.  

Mike left the first voice message to tell me he saw the episode and thought it went well.  I am eager to exchange notes with him.  I will ask him how he feels about including some of this thoughts on this blog.  He is an interesting guy.  I expect he will have some new insights to share with me.

That is my update for today.  I will post some of my usual alien philosophy as soon as I can and will also Tweet out some updates on when readers can expect to see the big interview I plan to do, mentioned above.

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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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