A Shadowland of the Surreal

By George Syring, Ph.D.

The alien enigma continues to gain more interest as information on the subject increases. Books are widely available along with information through the computer as well as various news media. Knowledge alone, however, does not prove aliens already are among us. Positive proof hinges on some sort of personal experience such as abduction or missing time. The vicarious alien experiences you will have through me in this book are the next best thing to personal experience. Denial and disbelief are likely as you walk in my shoes and meet my alien contacts. You cannot read about these experiences anywhere else as they are unique to me. I am genetically a part of the alien enigma.

—George Syring
Texas, 2017

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu Publishing Services
• Release date: Mar 26, 2017
• ISBN: 9781483466613

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FORWARD

Either highly advanced civilizations have failed to find us or we are alone in the universe. The S.E.T.I. Institute with its impressive Alien Telescope Array has been unable to confirm the existence of a single scientifically sophisticated cosmic companion anywhere in the universe after decades of searching for extraterrestrial intelligence. Experts say distances measured in light years are so vast the prospect of anyone from outer space ever showing up on our doorstep is all but impossible. Even the President recently reassured us that aliens are not present on this planet. Scientists of all sorts avoid risking their careers and credibility on alien research. Spaceships are nothing more than psychological aberrations according to psychologists. Friends and family members hesitate of talk openly about aliens to prevent ridicule and deter comments about their sanity. Nearly everyone seems to sleep tight at night with neither a thought nor a care about aliens. And all through the night when not a creature is stirring, spaceships rise up silently from secret bases of operation to patrol the darkened skies as aliens watch to make sure everything is secure in the areas they control.

Let this be a wake-up call for those disbelievers who still are asleep at the wheel. If the truth be told, aliens do more than patrol at night. They walk and work among us like local human residents. You do not know them, but chances are good they know you. Silently they invade your home and your mind as invisible intruders. Mentally they can control your thoughts and actions. Abductions, both physical and mental, are possible anywhere at any time. There is no defense against them and there is no escape from them regardless of what you may think. These aliens are omnipresent and omnipotent. Their scientific discoveries and technological developments are way beyond our ability to comprehend them. I have experienced all of this and more over years of close alien contact on the outside and on the inside where I shared with them my background in geography.

The aliens consider me one of them since I have some of their genetic material within me. For this reason, my contacts have been most extraordinary and include benefits such as complete medical care.

The experiences and relationships I cover in this book all are true. Nothing has been altered for the sake of sensation. If anything, much has been deliberately diluted for public consumption. A good deal of this material is difficult if not impossible to accept. Alien contact is a controversial subject, and a deluge of disbelief is expected. Denial for any reason, however, does not diminish the truth or make it magically disappear.

The time has come to admit we are surrounded by an alien presence. The footprints it leaves are increasing rapidly in frequency and number everywhere as alien control continues to be woven ever more tightly into the fabric of human existence. When their plans for this planet finally become known, a challenging new reality is bound to emerge while the world as we know it comes to an end.         G.S.

CHAPTER 1

Background

I was born at the beginning of February, 1941. Times were difficult for many people at the end of the Great Depression, and folks were barely getting by financially. Cokes and candy bars were five cents each and gasoline was a dime a gallon. Everyone wondered whether we might get involved in the European war. Extraterrestrial aliens and their spaceships were unheard of then, but the gray aliens already were among us.

They recently had decided to begin their hybrid breeding program, and I was one of the fortunate few who found favor with them. They inserted some of their genetic material into me before I was born, and after my birth I became one of them. They owned me in the same way we own livestock or living room furniture. I was watched over and abducted by them without the knowledge or consent of my parents. By the time I was three years old, their abduction activity began to show up indirectly.

My mother had a stole made of three or four foxes sewn together. Each fox had a pair of shiny black glass eyes. I was terrified of the stole. My parents thought the foxes bothered me. I still can recall getting that stole out of my parents’ bedroom closet and throwing it down the stairs crying and screaming as I kicked it. My mother finally had to part with it. I am aware now the black eyes reminded me of the grays’ shiny black eyes. I must have been a real consternation for the them.

By the time I was five years old, I kept telling my parents the wolf was going to get me. They listened but said nothing. They probably thought I was going through some childhood phase and it would pass. The grays evidently were having a major problem with young children they abducted who had the same fear of them as I did. They needed to do something so they came up with the idea of using screen images of animals and birds to conceal their appearance. They used an image of a wolf with me.

We moved from Oxford, Ohio, to Cincinnati in 1946, and my mother took me downtown to Willis Music Company to play Peter and the Wolf for me in one of their listening booths. I liked the music, but the story about a wolf was scary. I asked my mother if she would buy it for me and she did. I listened to the album of two 78 RPM records all the time until I knew every note of music and every word of text. When the really terrifying parts approached, I would wring my hands. Then one day while I was listening to the records, something strange happened. All the fear flowed out of me like bath water flowing down the drain. I stopped listening to the album and put it away never to touch it again. I have no idea if the aliens had a hand in it or not, but I no longer was afraid the wolf was going to get me. I believe this marked the beginning of a sea level change in my relationship with the grays.

I cannot recall anything that suggests alien abduction during my adolescent years, but physical contact perhaps. I can remember several times when I came within a frog hair of a real calamity while I was out playing during the day. I told my mother about it when I came home, and she always said to me, The hand of the Lord was on your shoulder. I think both of us would have soiled our shorts if we knew whose hand it really was. The grays had a vested interest in me, and I suspect they were there to protect their property.

Sometime during the early 1980’s, I developed a painful case of sciatica. I could sleep and walk without any pain, but the pain was awful when I sat down. Then one day the pain vanished. I expected it to return, but it was gone permanently. My feeling is the gray doctors found out about my problem and cured it for me.

I was teaching at a state university in Texas when the mother of a friend of mine died in Cincinnati. When I came home for Christmas, I decided to put some flowers on her grave. I located her grave and looked for a flower holder in the ground, but I could find none. I bought a bouquet of cut flowers at a florist across the street to put down on top of her grave. When I returned with the flowers, a voice said to me, Look again. Look for a holder. There was no holder, but I looked again anyway. I found a holder in plain view midway between the monument and headstone. The flowers fit perfectly in the metal holder.

I was driving past the cemetery at the beginning of the year and decided to stop inside to remove the dead flowers from the holder. We had some snow and freezing weather after Christmas so I knew the flowers were dead and unsightly. As I drove up and parked near the grave, I could see the flowers were gone. The cemetery workers probably removed them, and I should have gone on as I was in a hurry to get where I wanted to go. But for some reason, I got out of the car and approached the grave. The flower holder was gone as well as the flowers. There was no hole where the holder had been and the ground was not disturbed. Years later I told my friend this story and asked him if his dad had put a holder over the grave of his mother. He said he did not think so, but would ask his dad. The next time we talked, he told me his dad said he never put a holder over the grave. So I put flowers in a holder that never existed. My feeling is some gray put one there for me to use and told me telepathically to look again. I hope his mom enjoyed the flowers.

A face suddenly appeared on my bathtub shower curtain some Monday morning in 1993. The curtain was white vinyl, and the face projected out of it like a marble sculpture. It was the face of a very handsome man with a beard who had an ethnic Middle Eastern appearance. The nose appeared broken because the face was positioned over a crease in the curtain that ran across his nose. He was definitely not anyone I knew. I asked who he was, but there was no response by mental telepathy. Tuesday morning the face projected farther out of the curtain, and by Wednesday morning the entire front half of his head was visible. By Thursday morning his face was gone, but a small profile view appeared on the edge of the curtain. I could see clearly now that his nose had a definite aquiline shape. The profile lasted until Sunday morning when it also disappeared.

When I went to church that Sunday morning, the topic of the minister’s sermon was, Seeing the face of God. He quoted passages from the Old Testament and then went on to the New Testament. He concluded his sermon with a quote from the Benediction, "The Lord make