After saying this I don't remember anything. I woke up; actually I didn't wake up, my eyes popped open, like they always do after being returned to bed. I looked at the clock and was expecting it be later than 3:30am. To my surprise and amazement the time was 1:35am. So I was only gone about two hours. I immediately felt better at not having lost an additional two hours of sleep. I then said to myself, but this guy told me it was 3:30. And it would have been 3:30 on the East coast of US.
So this yields some important information about the scope of how far an abductee might travel. I wondered if he made the trip out west or did I make the trip to the East Coast. Perhaps neither of these scenarios is right, for all I know we both might be taken to the back side of the moon. And in every experience where I can track time, it is always about five minutes between my bed and the alien's location. Either they use one hell of a fast craft; of course they do; or time is altered somehow. Please don't ask me to explain this because I cannot. I can only state what I believe to be true, and it has to sort itself out.
I got carried away, sorry, back to what I was writing about earlier. My wife has no recall of me talking to her, or of being abducted. Innocence at its finest, don't you love it. Aliens are a forbidden subject in this household. Not talking about them, not watching the subject on TV and not reading about them. Any books I read are in privacy, in secret. I do not believe in hiding anything from one's spouse. It's not good for the marriage. It's like lying, not telling the truth to one's spouse.
But you have to consider the fact that what we are dealing with is here is not normal. Understanding Our Alien Visitors were never mentioned in the marriage vows. I'm not a religious person in any way. Many years ago I was what one would call a 'Christian', of one of the popular sects of Christendom, one I will not divulge here and now. I went to church three times a week, paid my dues, and I must admit I enjoyed being around those of like faith and belief.
I dropped out, turned off religion, not intentionally but over several years. Something was not quite right and I could never put my finger on it. But something was not right. I was one of those Bible thumpers that continually try to change others beliefs, always talking about my faith. Many humans hate people using this approach. These Christians always trying to change someone else, and make them Christians too. These people are a nuisance, and yet I was one of them. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed doing what I was doing at the time, but it started to not feel right, shoving my religion down some else's throat. Now when I run into these people, I'm not disrespectful like I should be. I excuse myself and say 'not interested'.
Organized religion is not what the world is about. It is a large part of the world, and I am no part of it. Organized religion was created to keep the masses under control. And I was one of the controlled masses for many years. And through all of this, I was still an abductee. I believed God would not let something horrible happen to me if I was a good Christian. My son is still with that particular religious affiliation. And he's a pastor, and he's an abductee. He has been an abductee all his life. I know, I was there as he grew up in my house. If his religion were the true religion like he thinks, then his God would not allow him to be abducted along with his wife, and his children.
I do believe in a creator. I do believe in a supreme being. Humans are not now, nor have ever been the only being in the universe or even on planet Earth. How could one not believe in a superior being or creator after witnessing other life forces within this vast universe? Living, breathing, intelligent life did not crawl out of a swamp one day several million years ago and decide to do something different for a change.
Because I don't believe in and belong to one of the organized religions, does this make me an atheist? I don't know what an atheist is. To me it's just a word, another word in the English language. This word means nothing to me. I don't associate with those who call themselves atheists. I'm my own person. I believe in myself. I have always believed one can do almost they set their mind to. I was a nothing until I turned fifty years old. One day I asked myself while I was unloading a truck; I'm getting to old for this stuff.
As I get older I'm not going to be able to keep loading and unloading trucks. I did not mind the driving part, as I'm a commercial driver, but this unloading and unloading and my back, I can't keep doing this. So I did what I should have done a long time. At 51 years of age I enrolled in college, at Denver Technical College, and I choose Computer Science as my major. Let me tell you, this was very difficult for me. I'm not a smart person in any way, but after two and a half years I got my degree with a 3.8 GPA average. It's only an Associate Degree, I know, but it was not long and I no longer drove trucks and unloaded trucks anymore. I now use my brain and not my back. And I make a lot more money. I'm not writing this to brag, anyone can do what I did. If this old man can go to college and get a degree and become an IT Specialist, then anyone can. 
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