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In 2009, I self-published my book “Experiencer: Raised in Two Worlds” with the intention of a timely follow-up for my second book, “Experiencer: Two Worlds Collide.” Time passes, life happens, and here I am with the next book still waiting. Much of the account from the dynamic period of my early twenties is already written but some hurdles to completing a full book still remain. I will place here episodically more of my story.
Experiencer: Two Worlds Collide
by William J. Konkolesky
Dedicated to the Irish rock band “A House” for their extraordinary album “I Want Too Much” that I considered to be the soundtrack of my tumultuous early twenties, the time-frame of this story.
by William J. Konkolesky
Dedicated to the Irish rock band “A House” for their extraordinary album “I Want Too Much” that I considered to be the soundtrack of my tumultuous early twenties, the time-frame of this story.
The alien abduction phenomenon is often much more than a person getting yanked from his or her bed or car, once in a lifetime. More often, abductees get taken several times over several years and the beings sometimes take a surprisingly active interest in abductees’ personal lives. Most importantly in these scenarios, the entities can be keenly interested in who abductees date or marry, even going so-far as to step in and play match-maker on occasion. Sometimes, this match-making can be obvious but, in most situations, their little gray fingerprints are harder to detect and, to identify the subtle clues, one may need to examine an evidence trail that can span years.
In this account of six years of my life from age 19 to 25, some very harrowing and very strange things did indeed happen to me and, in-between those events, even much of my “mundane” life seemed to be tied to visitors from elsewhere...and their mysterious plans.
There is virtually nothing in this account that doesn’t wrap itself into the crucial narrative. I don’t pad or fluff the story simply to wax nostalgic about “my early years.” Individuals aren’t mentioned unless they have a part to play in the bigger picture.
I ask the reader to please be patient, pay attention to even what may at first appear to be “filler,” and ask how one encounter, event, or individual ties in with some or all of the others in this book.
These six years of my life were a rich tapestry and a bumpy ride. And never boring.
Also, all names are pseudonyms (with the exception of public figures…and my parents are obviously my parents).
The story begins in my boyhood home in Sterling Heights, during June of 1990, and picks up literally at the conclusion of my book “Experiencer: Raised in Two Worlds.” If you haven’t yet read that, it’s the best place to begin to see the foundations of what comes next. It is available through amazon.com. Thank you for reading.
In this account of six years of my life from age 19 to 25, some very harrowing and very strange things did indeed happen to me and, in-between those events, even much of my “mundane” life seemed to be tied to visitors from elsewhere...and their mysterious plans.
There is virtually nothing in this account that doesn’t wrap itself into the crucial narrative. I don’t pad or fluff the story simply to wax nostalgic about “my early years.” Individuals aren’t mentioned unless they have a part to play in the bigger picture.
I ask the reader to please be patient, pay attention to even what may at first appear to be “filler,” and ask how one encounter, event, or individual ties in with some or all of the others in this book.
These six years of my life were a rich tapestry and a bumpy ride. And never boring.
Also, all names are pseudonyms (with the exception of public figures…and my parents are obviously my parents).
The story begins in my boyhood home in Sterling Heights, during June of 1990, and picks up literally at the conclusion of my book “Experiencer: Raised in Two Worlds.” If you haven’t yet read that, it’s the best place to begin to see the foundations of what comes next. It is available through amazon.com. Thank you for reading.
“A cloud. Right? That’s just a cloud floating above my house. I guess.”
I was trying to convince myself something I knew wasn’t true.
The thing was flawlessly disc-shaped but wispy, subtly brighter than it should be against the night sky, and just hanging there. The wind was blowing and it wasn’t affected at about five hundred feet up, the only thing up there besides the summer stars.
Everything was silent as I stood roadside, in front of my house, with my shaggy little dog at just past 4am, unable to take my eyes off this curiosity floating unnaturally still, and I got the feeling it was somehow regarding me. My dog didn’t seem to be nervous though and dogs are supposed to be highly sensitive to strange vibes. Right?
Well, if the oppressive feeling of dread that was pervading the atmosphere inside the house ten minutes before while those beings were in the backyard and staring in the kitchen window didn’t phase old Sammy dog, I guess a peculiar-looking cloud probably wouldn’t either.
My parents were still asleep inside, completely unaware of the events of the last hour, as well.
The cloud was larger than the house. If it were to drop directly straight down, it would certainly fill the property. But it seemed solid. Not a cloud somehow. Camouflage?
As I stared at it intently, waiting for a patch of mist to perhaps part somewhere on its surface and reveal something dark beneath, I detected the whole thing now slowly starting to move. Oddly, it was drifting into the wind, not with it.
The cloud picked up speed and moved with purpose upward and away from the house. It rapidly shrank away for several seconds in the night sky, then suddenly zipped off and disappeared at jaw-dropping speed. All that was left were the stars and I actually wondered if one of these is, in fact, the cloud’s destination.
I didn’t feel small and alone beneath the broad canopy of stars at that moment. I felt limitless. There was a connection between what I’d just experienced and the whole of the sky.
After a couple of minutes looking for any signs of movement in the heavens, the surreal feeling dissipated and I slowly started to walk back to my front porch. Although I knew the visitors were almost certainly gone from the back of the house, I didn’t want to tempt fate and check.
Sammy and I stepped inside the darkened house and I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom, my legs starting to feel the first signs of tiredness.
As I entered my room, I wedged the snare drum stick behind the adjacent dresser and in front of the door, effectively creating a deadbolt. I then walked to the window and closed it, then pulled the shades. Turning around, I switched on the floor fan that was pointed at my bed, repositioning it so that it blocked the path from the door to my bed. If anyone stepped between the fan and myself, the flow of air would be blocked, hopefully waking me.
I kicked off my shoes and crawled into my bed with my back against the wall, listening for any sounds, inside or outside. Eventually, the darkness slowly lifted with the onset of early morning and I heard my father’s alarm clock, waking him for work. Within minutes of that, I was asleep.
A knock at my bedroom door roused me at a quarter after noon. Looking around the room, a wave of relief hit me as I saw the room bathed in sunlight. I was safe.
“Yeah,” I said and the door opened a few inches until it hit the snare drum stick I was using as a bolt to block entry. I could see my Mom’s face in the crack of the door, telling me that my friend Kyle was on the front porch to see me.
I got out of bed, carefully stepped around the intentional obstacle course of cluttered books and paper on the floor of my room, and walked downstairs to the front door. As it was summer and I slept in a t-shirt and shorts that passed for what I wore on any given day, I didn’t have to take an effort to make myself presentable.
Through the screen door, I saw Kyle’s tall and lanky form outside on the front porch. When he spotted me approach, he smiled and nodded. I stepped outside into the bright sunlight and looked past him to the street corner where I’d been standing mere hours before. It all seemed so different during the day.
I told Kyle about the events of the previous night, not only about the strange cloud that flew at high speed against the wind but, more ominously, about the beings that were in my back yard.
He listened intently, but didn’t say much.
Kyle had actually received his share of UFO strangeness himself. In fact, one strange event that he and I shared was in February of the previous year, our Senior Year of High School. He and I, with our friend Don, had seen a strange display of lights in the night sky. First a large, glowing blue ball arced over the car we were in, followed by a white light that zig-zagged about the sky, then a red ball of light briefly appeared and disappeared in the middle of the sky.
After he patiently let me relate my events to him, he lightened the mood by alerting me to the upcoming 19th birthday party of our good friend John.
Instantly, I knew what he was announcing was significant in some way. In an odd way, perhaps something even somehow connected to the previous evening.
Often, there is a strange residual effect to my high-strangeness encounters. It’s a plugged-in feeling, alert to synchronicities with a slight boost to intuition. It diminishes slowly back to my normal degree of cosmic awareness over the course of a matter of days.
When Kyle told me of the party, it took little time to hone in on the psychic signal I was receiving and, in my mind’s eye, I was seeing Vicky, a casual friend of ours since our high school days, very clearly. I asked Kyle if he thought she would be there and he replied by asking if this meant that I intended to ask her out.
“She’s going to be my girlfriend,” I told him, matter of factly. While I’d actually never really thought of her like this before, I had no doubt or reservations that this was going to happen and the party would be the catalyst. It was fate. Nothing I could do to change it.
Somehow, though, I also saw her as the harbinger of an ominous storm front. Something cold, dark, and massive was trailing in her wake that would change my life forever. Two worlds were about to collide.
I was trying to convince myself something I knew wasn’t true.
The thing was flawlessly disc-shaped but wispy, subtly brighter than it should be against the night sky, and just hanging there. The wind was blowing and it wasn’t affected at about five hundred feet up, the only thing up there besides the summer stars.
Everything was silent as I stood roadside, in front of my house, with my shaggy little dog at just past 4am, unable to take my eyes off this curiosity floating unnaturally still, and I got the feeling it was somehow regarding me. My dog didn’t seem to be nervous though and dogs are supposed to be highly sensitive to strange vibes. Right?
Well, if the oppressive feeling of dread that was pervading the atmosphere inside the house ten minutes before while those beings were in the backyard and staring in the kitchen window didn’t phase old Sammy dog, I guess a peculiar-looking cloud probably wouldn’t either.
My parents were still asleep inside, completely unaware of the events of the last hour, as well.
The cloud was larger than the house. If it were to drop directly straight down, it would certainly fill the property. But it seemed solid. Not a cloud somehow. Camouflage?
As I stared at it intently, waiting for a patch of mist to perhaps part somewhere on its surface and reveal something dark beneath, I detected the whole thing now slowly starting to move. Oddly, it was drifting into the wind, not with it.
The cloud picked up speed and moved with purpose upward and away from the house. It rapidly shrank away for several seconds in the night sky, then suddenly zipped off and disappeared at jaw-dropping speed. All that was left were the stars and I actually wondered if one of these is, in fact, the cloud’s destination.
I didn’t feel small and alone beneath the broad canopy of stars at that moment. I felt limitless. There was a connection between what I’d just experienced and the whole of the sky.
After a couple of minutes looking for any signs of movement in the heavens, the surreal feeling dissipated and I slowly started to walk back to my front porch. Although I knew the visitors were almost certainly gone from the back of the house, I didn’t want to tempt fate and check.
Sammy and I stepped inside the darkened house and I trudged up the stairs to my bedroom, my legs starting to feel the first signs of tiredness.
As I entered my room, I wedged the snare drum stick behind the adjacent dresser and in front of the door, effectively creating a deadbolt. I then walked to the window and closed it, then pulled the shades. Turning around, I switched on the floor fan that was pointed at my bed, repositioning it so that it blocked the path from the door to my bed. If anyone stepped between the fan and myself, the flow of air would be blocked, hopefully waking me.
I kicked off my shoes and crawled into my bed with my back against the wall, listening for any sounds, inside or outside. Eventually, the darkness slowly lifted with the onset of early morning and I heard my father’s alarm clock, waking him for work. Within minutes of that, I was asleep.
A knock at my bedroom door roused me at a quarter after noon. Looking around the room, a wave of relief hit me as I saw the room bathed in sunlight. I was safe.
“Yeah,” I said and the door opened a few inches until it hit the snare drum stick I was using as a bolt to block entry. I could see my Mom’s face in the crack of the door, telling me that my friend Kyle was on the front porch to see me.
I got out of bed, carefully stepped around the intentional obstacle course of cluttered books and paper on the floor of my room, and walked downstairs to the front door. As it was summer and I slept in a t-shirt and shorts that passed for what I wore on any given day, I didn’t have to take an effort to make myself presentable.
Through the screen door, I saw Kyle’s tall and lanky form outside on the front porch. When he spotted me approach, he smiled and nodded. I stepped outside into the bright sunlight and looked past him to the street corner where I’d been standing mere hours before. It all seemed so different during the day.
I told Kyle about the events of the previous night, not only about the strange cloud that flew at high speed against the wind but, more ominously, about the beings that were in my back yard.
He listened intently, but didn’t say much.
Kyle had actually received his share of UFO strangeness himself. In fact, one strange event that he and I shared was in February of the previous year, our Senior Year of High School. He and I, with our friend Don, had seen a strange display of lights in the night sky. First a large, glowing blue ball arced over the car we were in, followed by a white light that zig-zagged about the sky, then a red ball of light briefly appeared and disappeared in the middle of the sky.
After he patiently let me relate my events to him, he lightened the mood by alerting me to the upcoming 19th birthday party of our good friend John.
Instantly, I knew what he was announcing was significant in some way. In an odd way, perhaps something even somehow connected to the previous evening.
Often, there is a strange residual effect to my high-strangeness encounters. It’s a plugged-in feeling, alert to synchronicities with a slight boost to intuition. It diminishes slowly back to my normal degree of cosmic awareness over the course of a matter of days.
When Kyle told me of the party, it took little time to hone in on the psychic signal I was receiving and, in my mind’s eye, I was seeing Vicky, a casual friend of ours since our high school days, very clearly. I asked Kyle if he thought she would be there and he replied by asking if this meant that I intended to ask her out.
“She’s going to be my girlfriend,” I told him, matter of factly. While I’d actually never really thought of her like this before, I had no doubt or reservations that this was going to happen and the party would be the catalyst. It was fate. Nothing I could do to change it.
Somehow, though, I also saw her as the harbinger of an ominous storm front. Something cold, dark, and massive was trailing in her wake that would change my life forever. Two worlds were about to collide.
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