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U.S. military intelligence officer recruited as UFO pilot
by Jim Marrs - 03/15/2001
In what must be one of the strangest alien abduction cases on record, a
former U.S. military intelligence officer was taken aboard a UFO and
eventually asked if he wanted the job of UFO pilot.
Retired military intelligence officer Lyn Buchanan, a former member of the
Psi Spies remote viewing military unit said he had two experiences while
still in the military which convinced him that the abduction really happened.
In the mid-1960s before joining the Army, Buchanan was a young student pastor
at the Midway-Elwood Methodist Church near Huntsville, Texas. He had been
assigned to a new church and was preparing to move. "My wife and family had
already left and I was finishing packing up in the unfurnished parsonage,"
Buchanan recalled. "It was about 2 a.m. and I had bedded down with some
blankets and a pillow when I heard something overhead, coming down into the
back yard. I suddenly realized that I was wide-awake but I couldn’t move. I
became frightened when I heard some people moving around both sides of the
house toward the front window.
"The next thing I knew it was morning and I was standing in the living room,
completely disoriented. Then I remembered I was moving, so I packed up and
left. That was all I knew at the time but ever since that time I could never
leave home without a compulsion to go back for something, a strong feeling
that I had forgotten something. Time and time again I would return home to
check on things. It drove my wife crazy. Finally, several years ago, I was
roaming through the house checking on things I felt I had forgotten.
Sarcastically, she said, ‘Have you checked the backyard?’ and it all came
rushing back to me. Over time and using various methods -- including remote
viewing and hypnosis -- I remembered what had happened to me.
"I still don’t remember how I got there, but I was in a ship sitting in a row
of seats with a scared little old lady beside me. Besides me, there were
about 15 people in this room and a large window in the front. A tall person
walked by and I asked if I could sit by the window. He seemed shocked and
looked at me as if to say, ‘Uh oh, the sharks are loose in the pool.’ I
think he was surprised that I was conscious and had spoken to him. He ran
forward and returned with a little guy with weird eyes who spoke with me. I
got the impression he was the pilot. He allowed me to move forward by the
window. We were lifting off and setting down, several times.
"Then the pilot came back and said it was time for the ‘long trip.’ I had
watched him at this control panel and I asked if I could fly the ship. He
said I couldn’t operate the ship because my hands were too small, but I have
unusually large hands and held one up. He put his hand on mine, palm to palm
and was impressed that they almost matched. After a while, he let me sit at
the control panel. It was like I was flying the ship, but I really wasn’t. He
said he had to take back the controls and soon the ship landed. There were
two other saucers sitting there. There was a line of people getting off one
and a line getting on the other. We all got out in a line and began to walk
up this path to a pavilion-type place on top of a hill. It was dark outside
although it was daytime. And it was real warm and humid. I looked up and the
sun was at about the 10 o’clock position but it was a different color than
ours and was much dimmer. I knew we were not on Earth.
"The short guy came up and pulled me out of line and we sat on the hill side
as the people moved up to this open-sided pavilion. That’s when the sounds
started. First, I heard laughter, like belly laughs, but then also screaming
as if in terror. A woman screamed and screamed and everyone else just
laughed. But then she started laughing with everyone else and someone else
started screaming. I didn’t understand what was happening but it scared me
and I was glad that I had not gone with the other people.
"The little guy said he wanted to introduce me to someone and soon another
guy came up and we compared hand size and talked. For the longest time I
could not remember what we talked about but a few years ago I went to a
hypno-therapist. I made sure I got one who did not believe in UFOs and I
didn’t tell him what had happened to me. I only said that I wanted to recover
some memories. This hypnotist led me to remember that this second guy was
offering me a job flying saucers. I was excited. I said, ‘Okay but I need to
go get my family.’ He replied that there were no families there and that I
could never return if I took the job. So, I turned it down. He said I would
have to go back with the others. So as the people came back down the hill, I
rejoined the line back to the ship.
"While waiting there I again talked to the pilot and told him this was a
fascinating experience and he replied, ‘You won’t remember any of it.’ I
pleaded, ‘please let me remember this,’ but it did no good. The next thing I
can remember is standing in the living room of that house in East Texas not
knowing where I was or what was happening."
Buchanan said after he finally recalled the experience, he still could not
decide if it was real. "But now I know," he said. "I had feedback which
allowed me to believe that it was all real."
His "feedback" first came in the form of two men "immaculately" dressed in
black who in the late 1980s took him into a small room at the headquarters of
the Defense Intelligence Agency for a debriefing. "I think they heard about
my experience and wanted to find out if I was crazy because they began to
question me about the abduction," Buchanan said. As an E-7 in the service,
Buchanan had worked on various classified projects for the U.S. Army before
his assignment to a military intelligence unit at Fort Meade in the early
1980s.
He was familiar with interrogation techniques and said one of the men in
black asked all the questions while the other sat silently, showing no
emotion. "If you react or show emotion, it can influence the answers," he
explained. "So, at one point I was describing the control panel in the ship
and how it worked. I went through it once but was asked to explain it again,
which is another technique to see if you contradict yourself.But this time as
I was explaining the function of the control panel, the silent one suddenly
asked, ‘You mean such and such?’ I said, ‘No, I mean this and such.’ He
slapped his knee and exclaimed, "So that’s it!" I knew right then that they
had one of those things but hadn’t known how to work it. The other guy -- the
one who had been asking all the questions --got furious and the two men
quickly left.
"About a year later I was on a tour with a group through a building -- I’m
not allowed to say where or why -- to look at some mock-up exhibitions of
airplane crash sites. I was looking at one of the exhibitions and there was
the control panel like the one on the ship. Without thinking, I turned to
this officer and said, ‘That’s not out of a plane. That’s out of a flying
saucer!’ This officer looked shocked but finally said stiffly, ‘It’s
reported to be.’ Within four minutes my group was ushered out of the building
and reminded not to talk about our visit. After those two experiences, I
became convinced that my abduction experience was real and that the
government knows a lot more than it’s saying."
Buchanan’s experience, known to the government before he was assigned to the
remote viewing units, is a clear indication that people in high levels of the
U.S. Government knew his abduction was not simply a hoax, a delusion, or an
hallucination.
They know that the alien abduction phenomenon is for real.
