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Around the same time, I became more interested in Unidentified Flying Objects. (UFO’s) I read every book that I could find on UFO’s. Most school libraries books had books on UFO’s, ghosts and creepy things `that go bump in the night.’ These books were `dog eared’, ruffled and worn out from the impact of eager school children constantly pouring over the pages. Several copies of these books went missing from my local library without any explanation. How these books disappeared from the watchful eyes of the stern faced, school librarians that patrolled the library is still an unsolved mystery.
One book that remained on the library bookshelves was `Chariots of the Gods’, by author Erich Von Daniken. Von Daniken believed that aliens visited earth at various points in human history and contributed their advanced knowledge to the development of the human race. What motivated advanced extraterrestrial beings to take an interest in the humans? Did they think our ancient human ancestors were `slow’, ` thick between the ears’ and needed `a bit of a leg up’? How Erik Van Daniken came to write `Chariots of the Gods’ is a story in itself. Von Daniken embezzled money during a stint as a hotel manager to fund his `research trips’ to write and make a documentary of his book. He served one year of a three and a half year prison sentence for embezzlement, fraud and forgery. He used the profits from his first book to repay his debts and support his new career as an author.
After reading `Chariots of the Gods’, I came to a startling conclusion. If Aliens could solve advanced mathematical calculations and help the Egyptians build the pyramids, they must be really, really smart! If they are really smart, then they probably had advanced telepathic powers and were looking to communicate with `more evolved’ human beings. I spent many evenings after school looking into the night sky trying to send telepathic messages to connect with alien beings. I hoped that some aliens would teleport me into their flying saucer.
I had some slight anxiety about meeting alien creatures. I was part of a generation that was traumatised watching Sci Fi shows with cheap special effects on TV during the late sixties and seventies. Images of alien costumes made from paper mache layered over chicken wire or spray painted, green plastic bags with ping pong balls for eyes still terrorise me in my sleep. There were no trigger warnings. None of my teachers, parents or elders warned me (or my peers) of the dangers on getting on board flying saucers piloted by alien beings. This must be the ultimate in stranger danger! Seriously, I don’t know how I survived my childhood.
My more optimistic side hoped that Aliens would be more like characters in the original Star Trek series. You know the type. Aliens with large craniums dressed in togas would greet me through telepathic thought waves.
`We come in peace…finally…we’re glad to meet you…we were running out of hope that we might find intelligent life on this planet.’
Trying to decide who to make contact with on planet earth must stretched the mental capacities of our deathly pale, green tinted, toga clad friends with large heads. You would think that a highly intelligent species would like to meet with a winner of the Nobel Prize, a scientist or the leader of a major world power. Why would they choose to talk with a 10 year old boy? Only the imagination of an innocent child could believe they were the centre of the universe. Some adults never grow out of this belief.
Maybe I would be lucky. The Aliens would take me with them. It never occurred to me that I could be unlucky. Instead, I might be watching in fright as some strange, bug eyed alien leaned over me while I was strapped to a large table. The alien scientist prodding my body with electrodes while trying to decide which of my bodily organs it will remove to keep for further study. I didn’t expect this would include being dissected and having all my organs stored in a glass cannister. Meanwhile, on the bench, my brain is sitting in a glass container full of chemicals while kept alive by periodic jolts of electricity. Anyway, 44 years later, I am still waiting. Not a UFO in sight.