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From: wlmss@peg.apc.org Date: Sat, 1 Nov 1997 07:44:25 +1000 (GMT+1000) Fwd Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 21:56:13 -0500 Subject: Re: Questions for Abductees > from updates@globalserve.net Wed Oct 29 02:20:24 1997 > Date: Tue, 28 Oct 1997 09:53:19 -0500 > To: updates@globalserve.net > Subject: UFO UpDate: Re: Questions for Abductees > The following two messages from Lawrie Williams will probably be > the last posted from him on this thread. > Errol Bruce-Knapp, > Moderator, UFO UpDates - Toronto Early last year I went to visit a friend who lived nearby. I found all her belongings had been piled in a giant pyramid in the middle of her living room floor. Open jars of jam on top of clothes and crumpled photographs, a saucepan of cooked food dribbling down through curtains and legal papers, smashed paintings and casettes and cutlery. It was quite a sight. The young lass herself was somewhere off wandering the countryside. She had already lost her dog and thrown away all her jewellry and bank book and suchlike. She'd been hospitalized but had upped and walked out. She turned up at last but could not settle down. I ended up taking her home. The local nursing sister asked me to let her stay. I said no way, but I did anyway. The young lady identified me with her big brother. We all agreed that "professional care" in a psych ward was a poor option. The quacks would probably have started her off on serapax or valium, and that's the end of the road. Don't try to tell me about "professionals". She had been working on the latest remake of "Island of Dr Moreau" and had been injured on the set. (She is one of the cavorting monkeys in the background.) She'd taken up with a dark guy and drunk too much, and I heard later she had been seen with an incredible black eye. Some friends tried to cure her "stress" by feeding her massive doses of bundy rum. That was when she *really* flipped out. She was a mess. She tried to clean up her house to vacate it, but kept tuning out. I ended up doing most of it. She was more or less continually assailed by voices in her mind screaming abuse at her. It was weird but as long as I was able to be nearby and reassure her about every ten minutes through the day, she was able to cope, even if this only meant not wandering off again. Her parents were contacted. They were far away. I was told they could not get her on the plane for another week. Great. I was asked to keep her in my care. Her parents rang me and thanked me profusely. I had no choice but to be mister nice guy. It says something for this part of the world that she'd been wandering helplessly and no harm had come to her. In fact someone found her valuables and handed them in. Someone else answered an ad about her missing dog. So I drove her down to Cairns and we went to the police and got her stuff back, and then her dog. I gladly paid the young guys a reward, it was so good to see her happy. She thought she'd lost her pet forever. I looked into the abduction side of it. Maybe she had gone into a psychotic state because someone told her she might have been abducted. Maybe pigs can fly too. Actually I have proved they can, but that is a different story entirely. True, her place was a few hundred meters from a UFO flight path. She had seen small things running around. And she had really gone round the twist while sitting under a tree in her back yard. I felt that these were tenuous connections. The voices she described were not like the clear and meaningul voices that some non-psychotic abductees hear. And the alcohol and probable concussion suggested a more down-to-earth cause for her problem. There was nothing magical going on here. She was about as psychic as a plate of bacon and matzo balls. I told her that in my opinion she needed to rest and avoid alcohol and that in a week or maybe a month the voices would probably fade. I said sometimes they never did, and cautioned her to avoid drinking to excess ever again. Because next time she might flip out and stay flipped out. And I said if she wanted a better idea about what was going on, she should talk to a specialist. She steadily got better on good food in a secure environment. At last she got her plane home. Last I heard she was doing well. Its strange, the way waifs and strays end up in my care. It first happened when I was 17, a mate's girlfriend turned out to be a runaway minor from NZ. The police got involved. You guessed it, they asked me to care for her until a flight home could be arranged. That was the first, and the poor frightened girl above was the most recent. And there have been more between, males and females. It just happens. I have never sought to have this sort of thing happen. I never gain from it, nor look for any advantage or credit for it. In fact I don't think I have ever talked about it before. Never has there been any suggestion of impropritety or possible harm &tc &tc. Not once. Now there is. From several individuals via the internet. The contrast between how things happen and the picture they present could not be more clear-cut. I guess this means either I am a liar or they are fools. It seems like there is no middle ground. I will let you, the reader, judge the truth of this. Lawrie Williams_____________
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