by Pat Parrinello
[March 6, 1996] -- A lot of folks have asked me various questions about my UFO experiences. My first experience [was when] I was 6 years old. I awoke but was unable to move. I was paralyzed. I was literally in wonder at what was happening, and fear held itself in check due to my fascination with the experience. I was 'led' to unlatch the door and proceeded around the back of the house, through the barbwire fence and on out into the field.
As I was walking, I noticed lights moving about in the sky. These were quite unlike the stars I was used to seeing on those warm spring nights. This was 1954 and we had yet to get a television set, so I am hard pressed to be able to blame the media for my experiences. I had not even seen a movie, as my parents were of a religion that forbade this, that and the other. Let's face it, they were about as close to being Quakers as oatmeal. But I digress...
The field had been freshly planted with sweet potatoes. As I walked along a furrow, I saw a sphere descend and land in front of me in the furrow. It was about 18 inches in diameter, had a metallic appearance, somewhat like the Sputnik which came 3 years later, but without the antennas. It began to spin, or it could have given that impression by virtue of the light that played about it. Anyhow, it was at that point that my fascination gave way to fear and I at once began to fight the paralysis that bound me; and to a small degree, I won. I turned to flee, and as I rotated about to the right, I heard an explosion and felt great pain in my left hand, as if something with sharp claws had grabbed me. At that point I lost consciousness.
The next morning I awoke feeling very sick. I rolled over and threw up. I remember my mother wanting to know what happened and her asking me where the blood on the sheets came from. I did not know.
Then came 1968. I flashed at a UFO and it flashed back. One... Two... Three... Back and forth we passed this enigmatic message, me with my white light, 'they' with their red. Interestingly enough, 'they' decided to come on down for a more cordial chat. The UFO came to a full stop directly over our heads. It appeared to be about 150 feet in diameter. [It] made no sound, nor was [there] any discernible disturbance in the air about it. There were three circular areas about the bottom within a larger circle. Directly in the center was an area from which the red 'response' light emanated.
Sam G. Hall was killed in an auto accident in 1984, and I would not speak of his identity until now. It seems an old photograph of him from the time of the UFO sighting surfaced just recently from my mother's photo box, and she had enlargements made and brought one to me. As I sit here and look at him holding up a string of catfish, I am left to wonder. You see, Sam and I were together that night and had just come back from fishing on the beach at Surfside. In fact, we had not paid the funny looking airplane much mind as we made way to my parents house and turned into the driveway.
The neighbors and my parents were all standing outside watching the airplane. My mom told me they had been watching it move about for over an hour, and it seemed to be looking about just everywhere. Sam and I drove back to the main highway and parked in the driveway of the little Mobile station and got out of the car. As we watched it move about, I remembered the 5 cell flashlight in the back seat and I got it out. That's when the 'conversation' started.
As we were standing there under that thing, I looked at Sam's eyes as he watched it. I asked him, "Do you believe what we are seeing?" To which he responded, "I don't know what to believe!" And from there on after, Sam was very careful not to discuss the incident except in the company of those he trusted.
I myself found out very quickly that having only truth to tell with absolutely no need of embellishment where the UFO encounter was concerned got one branded as fanciful by some and outright liar by others. Yet, it is the truth. It's the kind of truth that gets you your job lost and worse, creates disdain in the minds of some who would otherwise help you along life's journey to success. I love truth. I've stuck with it. The penalty has been poverty.
So in looking at all this I have come to the conclusion that I should not care whether my story is accepted or rejected, and I don't. The truth is the truth and it matters. I've laid it out thus far and there is yet more.
A few years ago I discovered conferences on the computer BBS's in my area. There was this one, "UFO," that I came across and took to posting on. It is moderated by a fellow named Don Allen who is quite a character in his own right. As humor is the one gift God gave me as an aid to get through life, one I've often wished He'd rescind, I applied it to my entry into the world of UFO researchers and fellow travelers of the experience.
It was there that I met Dale Musser, who responded to my story. [Dale Musser is an abductee in Houston, Texas, who has recently completed the manuscript for a book about his own experiences. - ed] What caught his attention was my reference to a possible implant in my left hand. It had come to my knowledge from an x-ray that was taken of my left arm. The x-ray was taken due to a possible fracture incurred in a car accident at El Pico Beach, Venezuela, in 1971. My dad was working for Creole Petroleum at the time on the desulphurization project at Amway on the Paraguana Peninsula. The doctor felt the little knot in my hand, which I had pointed out to him from a little triangular shadow on the x-ray. He pronounced that it was a cyst and nothing to worry about. So, I didn't. Not until 1984, that is, the year Sam was killed.
I was involved with starting a flea market in Freeport, Texas. I had purchased an electronic nail finder. In fooling around with it I remembered the 'cyst' and passed the stud finder over it. The little LED lit up. The 'cyst' was metal!
[Through Dale Musser, Pat Parrinello met hypnotherapist and abduction researcher Derrel Sims, who later enlisted the aid of California-based surgeon Dr. Roger Lier to remove possible implants from the hand of Parrinello and the foot of a woman. - ed.]
About two years after starting to conference on UFO, I found myself on my way to California. [On] August 19, 1995, myself and the lady that accompanied me on the flight to the same place, for the same reason, finally arrived at the clinic where the 'implants' were removed.
There are a great many details left [out], but for now that's the gist of it.
Original file name: .CNI - Implanted Man's story
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