Allagash Truth

By Chuck Howard

This is a firsthand account by Chuck Howard, one of the four art students who took a two-week canoe trip through the wilds of the Allagash's Wilderness Waterway of northern Maine in August 1978. The story is a shocking narrative of a UFO encounter by the four men and the traumatic falling out of a close friendship caused by lies and murder!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887318103

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Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

About the Author

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Allagash Truth

Chuck Howard

Copyright © 2023 Chuck Howard

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2023

ISBN 979-8-88731-809-7 (paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88731-810-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Chapter 1

In late August 1976, artist Charles Rak led a group of art school students into the remote, lake-strewn wilderness of Northern Maine for what would become the most famous canoe trip in the history of UFO encounters. Titled The Allagash Abductions by author Ray Fowler, the case has generated interest worldwide on TV presentations such as Unsolved Mysteries, The History Channel, Japanese and German television, and countless interviews. Trouble is, it's not true. I know because I participated in spreading a false story, motivated by fear—the fear of losing my friendship status with Toker, the second-most charismatic and gifted storyteller I've ever known, second to psychiatrist Dr. Gaylord Coon from Chicago who visited our summer home for June weekends on Cape Cod in the '50s as part of a group of other psychiatrists who called themselves the nut club.

As a firsthand witness, it is time to tell the real story of the Allagash abductions with the public at large who have received misinformation of this story by greed, delusion, exploitation, and a crisis of morality. It's this crisis of morality that turned out to be the focus of this story. It is also at the heart of what happened to us on the Allagash and at the core of the motivations of the aliens who have visited us in the past and are still around. My moral compass activated my withdrawal from participating in the promotion of The Allagash Abductions book tour. Wherever I travel, in the UFO community, people ask, Why are you no longer part of the Allagash Four? What really happened up there on the Allagash, that fateful August night in 1976?

The answers lie in a pot-smoking confessional at the city home of my then best friend, Toker, with whom I invited to join me in the 1976 adventure to canoe the Allagash Wilderness Waterway. The premise was a social occasion. It turned into a self-justified confession of a massive lack of impulse control.

Taking place several years after the famous canoe trip, Toker delivered a shocking revelation. On the docket was to be another update on the continuing saga of Toker and his girlfriend, Annabelle, as they continued to recover their lives and sanity in the aftermath of a major car accident. It was attended by several art students, including the Allagash witnesses.

Toker's zeal with his outstanding social charisma and excellent storytelling skills brought him a loyal following of art students, spellbound by every word of his compelling story presentations. He brought the meeting to order with the first of many marijuana cigarettes passed around in a circle. Many of us expected some entertaining stories that we had heard before.

One of his most compelling narratives oft repeated, as well as The Allagash Abduction retells themselves, was one about the lost years of Jesus when he attended an academy in Central America staffed by a faculty of extraterrestrials—the so-called missing years in the life of Jesus.

It was there the adolescent Jesus was trained in the use of advanced technology in how to cure horrific, advanced illnesses. He also learned how to take one fish, duplicate it hundreds of times, and feed any number of his disciples seemingly by divine magic, the operational currency of the day. Not to be overlooked was his skill as a spellbinding orator, a skill that has been used by many historical figures.

The compelling stories were always delivered with hyperbole. This was an easy sell for rebellious art students already pre primed to accept any irreverent blasphemy one could imagine. In the case of Jesus, however, it was not all blasphemy.

Jesus was the result of a union between an earth woman named Mary and a highly advanced being named God who came from the sky. God was advanced in both scientific education and technology. There is evidence to suggest God was an extraterrestrial who led a group of other extraterrestrial beings to bring about an advanced civilization through the use of genetic manipulation that existed well before antiquity. Primitive hominids had existed for millennia. They provided the raw material that ETs needed to create a new race of intelligent beings in their own image to spread their word through the cosmos.

Mary was a very devout and loving woman. God did well in choosing her. Jesus, being their son, inherited these gifts from both his parents. He was a hybrid as all of us are. Jesus dedicated his life to guiding humanity to a new level of awareness, understanding, empathy, love, spirit, and morality. After all, ET realized that as part of creating a new race through the use of genetic manipulation, came heavy responsibility.

This imperialistic policy met with considerable opposition from another faction headed by a figure named Satan who did not agree that the policy of such interference was the best way to spread the seed or even that the seed should be spread at all! The two forces came to blows, culminating in the atomic bombing of the ancient cities of Sodom and Gomorrah.

God won the battle, but the split between these isolationists and the imperialists became the root cause of the attempted vilification of Christian orthodoxy that evolved to the current level we are all witness to in our times as the final resolution is being played out before our eyes.

Much of what Jesus had to offer was imparted through the use of parables, meant to inspire a search for truth outside the conventional wisdom.

Toker also had certain mesmerizing qualities. Like Jesus, he was a gifted storyteller. With that skill, he was able to attract many followers. That was not lost on Toker, a true false prophet. It was not parables he communicated. The '80s were not biblical times, It became Toker's job to supply the recreational drug needs of his entire network, most of whom he cultivated from the art college we all attended. Toker, a consummate entertainer, used this as well as other phantasmagoric stories to intrigue many art students into his orbit. Many were experiencing their first period of time living independently away from home. As such, Toker was always well equipped with the latest imports from Central America, the Middle East, Afghanistan, or domestic growing fields. Toker was always generous with his stock, which was of superb quality. All of us could be assured of quality and confidentiality. Thus, the loyalty induced was emotional and ironclad. Toker and the rest of us could thus be relied upon to remain loyal to an unspoken code of thieves, as implicit inclusion in the group morality of the day. We all became rogues in such an enterprise.

Among many of the subjects discussed during the shift of cultural transition from Vietnam to Woodstock was that which surrounded the widespread marijuana intoxication going mainstream. Much of this collective wisdom had to do with the idea that pot was harmless because it was a plant. After a point in time, the controversy over how harmful or harmless marijuana's effects were ceased to be discussed. Marijuana was and still is widely thought of as a drug. Its effects on human psychology was and still is a matter of conjecture.

The aforementioned confessional began as a further update on the long-running trials and tribulations of Toker and his girlfriend, Annabelle, that began when a drunk driver hit them head on when returning from a 3:00-a.m. party in Pembroke, Massachusetts. This update featured a new character. It was Toker's wholesaler. He had brought a van full of bales of marijuana for Toker to break down and sell to the art school community to which we all belonged. The wholesaler was getting separate, private briefings as part of his status.

The head-on crash killed Toker's girlfriend instantly. Just as instantly, the sound of the crash awakened the surrounding neighborhood. The doctor, who lived adjacent to the crash scene, hurriedly donned his bathrobe, prepared to administer his Hippocratic oath. He emerged from his house to encounter Toker sobbing while holding Annabelle's lifeless body in his arms next to the smoldering wreckage of the two cars. The drunk driver who hit them was too anesthetized by booze to suffer more than a temporary loss of consciousness.

Here, let's put her over here, the doctor compelled, pointing to the soft grass composing the doctor's front yard. Call an ambulance. Tell them it's an emergency, exhorted the doctor. Toker complied.

The doctor, to whom Annabelle's body was not yet dead, started resuscitation efforts with heart massage. After a few minutes, Annabelle started breathing. The ambulance soon arrived, and she was whisked to a nearby hospital. Fast response and fortuitous circumstances in the immediate aftermath of the crash combined to save Annabelle. The doctor's house was right there. It was a warm night without dew or a two-foot blizzard.

It took nearly a year for Annabelle to substantially recover. During that time the couple were married, something Annabelle had lobbied for a number of months. Now she had a winning hand as did Toker. They sued the drunk driver for what looked to be enough to build their dream home in the woods of Vermont. Toker saw the opportunity to retire from the fun plant business and live happily ever after.

Then came some very bad news. The lawyer for the drunk driver did some investigation. He discovered how Toker was able to finance his art college education. As a result, the enormous expected lawsuit dwindled to a fraction, practically overnight. This made Toker very mad!

By virtue of this confessional update, Toker enlisted the empathy and loyalty of his followers. He turned a criminal act into a virtue-signaling extravaganza. Upon informing the wholesaler of this update, when helping to