That evening, around the campfire, I learned that Utami is the native word for “sky man,” a mythical being that stole their children and took them into the clouds. I went back at dawn for a second look, but the bodies had gone, taken by lions during the night, no doubt.
1982, UKRAINE
Vladimir Razumovsky, a twenty-seven-year-old factory worker from the industrial city of Kremenchuk, Ukraine, walked home late one night after celebrating a colleague's birthday. He lived just out of town in a small cottage his grandmother had left to him after her death. He had just bought a new Walkman at the party from a friend's black market contact and fell inebriated on his bed listening to the only tape he had, The Essential Jimi Hendrix, Volume One. At just after three in the morning, with the pounding beat of “Voodoo Child” playing through his headphones, he awoke to find several dark figures leaning over him. He screamed in fright, thinking he had disturbed thieves and would be killed and found dead floating in the local channel the next morning. The intruders, startled by the scream, stumbled away from the bed, tripping over assorted boxes and piles of dirty laundry on the floor.
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Razumovsky reached to his bedside table and grabbed an empty bottle of vodka, which he hurled at the intruders, hitting one in the face. The terrified Razumovsky continued screaming and throwing anything he could get his hands on in the dark. The intruders beat a hasty retreat out of his bedroom and headed through the kitchen toward the back door with Razumovsky, now feeling more confident, in hot pursuit. Grabbing an iron, he swung it around his head like an Olympic hammer thrower and heaved it with all his might. The cord wrapped around one of the intruder's legs, like Spanish boleadoras, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Razumovsky, unable to stop in time, tripped on the prone figure, landing on top of him. Razumovsky's recollections of what happened next are somewhat hazy, but a brief tussle ensued, blows were exchanged, and then the intruders were gone. Razumovsky stood and screamed some abuse about the intruders' mother as they headed across the field on the other side of the road.
He turned his Walkman off and was about to close the door when a bright light caught his eye. There in the paddock, not more than 100 yards from his cottage, was a large, luminescent, disc-shaped craft that lifted silently into the night sky. It hovered momentarily over the field, sending sheep blahing in all directions, took off at a tremendous speed toward the east, and was gone.
Razumovsky made an official report at the local police office on the way to work the next day. A number of other people — including a truck driver, two shift workers, and a night patrolman — also reported seeing a fast-moving light early that morning.
The report was filed and forgotten, until it was discovered by researchers after the collapse of the Soviet Union. Razumovsky was contacted for the writing of this handbook and recounted the incident exactly as he had reported it twenty-five years ago.
1998, QUEENSTOWN, NEW ZEALAND
The case of Rangi Tui, a thirty-four-year-old seasonal sheepshearer from the South Island of New Zealand, highlights, yet again, the diverse range of anti-electroparalysis techniques that have been successfully employed in resisting alien abduction.
Tui had spent Saturday night at the local tavern celebrating his team's win in a rugby match that afternoon. By 2 a.m., festivities had started to die down, and as he was expected at work early the next morning, he decided to head back to his lodgings for a few hours of sleep before an early 6 a.m. start. He offered Chris Hayman, a twenty-four-year-old co-worker, a lift back to the sheep station, some 20 miles out of town.
By the time Tui reached the gate of the property, Hayman had fallen asleep on the backseat. Tui started driving up the two-mile rough dirt track over rolling hills to the shearers' quarters.
As Tui proceeded up the track, he saw what he thought was the headlight of a motorcycle heading toward him. He initially thought it must have been the property owner “out possum shootin',” but as the light approached, he was surprised to see it rise up into the night sky. Confused, he stopped the car and tried, unsuccessfully, to wake the inebriated Hayman. Tui strained to keep his eyes on the light but lost sight of it as it rose directly over the car. It was difficult to judge its size, but it appeared to be at least as big as the car he was driving. He jumped out and looked up, but the light was nowhere to be seen. Scanning the sky and seeing nothing, he took a few moments to relieve himself and was about to get back into the car when he was suddenly surrounded by an intense beam of light. Thinking someone had turned a spotlight on him, he remonstrated, yelling, “Come on, you jokers, turn that fucking thing off!” Shielding his eyes from the light, he looked up and could make out the dark outline of a large object some 150 feet directly above him. He felt an intense burst of heat on his face and then blacked out, dropping to the ground.
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As Tui regained consciousness, he became aware of movement around him. His eyes were closed, but he felt a bright light still shining in his face. He attempted to cover his face with his hands, but they didn't move. He tried to scream, but couldn't. He was paralyzed. Tui could only just open his eyes against the intense glare and make out the forms of several dark shapes leaning over him. He immediately thought that he must have been in an accident and was now in a hospital emergency room. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw that the figures standing over him looked like creatures from a science-fiction movie, with bulging heads, large eyes, and spindly limbs.
Tui was horrified by what he saw, but was powerless to react. The aliens continued about their business, much of which was just outside Tui's field of vision. He did notice one of the aliens handling what looked like a chrome-plated hand drill, and within moments, he felt an excruciating pain in his lower leg. The pain crept up his limb like tendrils of lava until he thought he was going to pass out again, when it eased off abruptly. Tui's sense of helplessness soon turned to rage as the pain surged through his leg a second time. The words of an ancient Māori battle song — the haka, which is often performed by New Zealanders prior to playing rugby matches — filled his mind.
Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!
I die! I die! I live! I live!
Ka mate! Ka mate! Ka ora! Ka ora!
I die! I die! I live! I live!
Tenei te tangata puhuru huru
This is the hairy man
Nana nei i tiki mai
Who fetched the Sun
Whakawhiti te ra
And caused it to shine again
A upa ne! ka upa ne!
One upward step! Another upward step!
A upane kaupane whiti te ra!
An upward step, another … the Sun shines!
Hi !!!
As Tui focused on the aggressive intension of the chant, the pain seemed to abate. He repeated it over and over, and he slowly felt sensation returning to his fingertips, then his arms. He opened his eyes again and saw that the aliens had stopped what they were doing and were just staring expressionlessly at him. He could hear the words of the haka coming from his own mouth now. His paralysis was gone. The aliens seemed alarmed. He sprang to his feet, still a little unsteady, and noticed that he was naked. He looked down and saw a metallic hose protruding from his lower leg. He ripped it out and pounced on the alien wielding the drill, knocking the creature to the floor with a single blow to its face. He elbowed the alien behind him in the chest and could hear the sickening crack of bones as it dropped. Having been involved in more than a few pub brawls in his time, Tui knew he shouldn't hold anything back. He grabbed a third alien by the neck and leg and rammed it headfirst into the wall, then it dropped motionless on the deck.
The three other aliens left standing in the room did not come to their fallen comrades' aid, but hastily retreated through a doorway on the other side of the examination table. As they left the room, the door began to slide down. Tui vaulted over the examination bench and rolled under the door just as it was closing.
He received a sudden sharp jab in his back and fell forward, out of the hatch. As he plummeted, he saw the large, silver-gray, metallic, disc-shaped craft he had just fallen out of shoot upward and disappear behind a cloud.
Tui landed heavily in a freshly raked sand trap in the Royal Golf Course in Rotorua, on the North Island, and passed out. He came to at the sound of a stern voice above him. Early-morning golfers had found him naked and unconscious and called the police.
After being questioned at the local police station, he was provided with a new set of clothes and released without charge, but with a warning. The interviewing officer, Constable Barry Goodmead, put the incident down to excessive drinking, but was unable to explain how Tui had traveled from Queenstown to Rotorua in just two hours. Tui, unable to live the story down, emigrated to Australia two years later and now works in a meat-packing factory near Bega, on the south coast of New South Wales.
APPENDIX B:
REFERENCES & RESOURCES
WEBSITES
WWW.UFOEVIDENCE.ORG One of the Internet's largest sources of research and information on the UFO phenomenon.
WWW.UFOCASEBOOK.COM A popular information source on UFOs.
WWW.ABOVETOPSECRET.COM A popular conspiracy theory website.
WWW.UFOS-ALIENS.CO.UK One of Europe's largest UFO websites.
WWW.MUFON.COM Mutual UFO Network
WWW.CUFOS.ORG The Dr. J. Allen Hynek Center for UFO Studies
WWW.NARCAP.ORG National Aviation Reporting Center on Anomalous Phenomena
WWW.NICAP.ORG National Investigations Committee on Aerial Phenomena
BOOKS & ARTICLES
U.S. Military Manual FM 21-150:
Combatives–Hand-To-Hand Combat
Mantrapping by Ragnar Benson (Paladin Press, 1981)
“How To: Turn Everyday Objects Into Weapons” by Nick Clark http://au.askmen.com/money/how_to_300/346_how_to.html
APPENDIX C:
ALIEN ENCOUNTER LOGBOOK
Make sure you fill out this logbook each time you have an alien encounter. It will act as an invaluable record of your experience and aid in assessing your vulnerability to alien abduction.
TYPE OF ENCOUNTER:
1) UFO SIGHTING
2) UFO SIGHTING WITH PHYSICAL EVIDENCE
3) ALIEN SIGHTING
4) ALIEN ABDUCTION
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