MY FRIEND JIMMY: MEMOIRS OF ALIEN ABDUCTIONS

By ALEXANDER JACKSON

MY FRIEND JIMMY: MEMOIRS OF ALIEN ABDUCTIONS, is essentially the story of my life as a conscious and willing abductee for an extraterrestrial civilization that is said to care for us and protect the human species. As the subject of numerous experiments and tests, including first hand experiences with time travel and other mind-bending spacetime paradoxes, I have come to the conclusion that they are, in fact, looking out for us. Abductees are never meant to know they are being abducted, unless the aliens allow us to remember. Stranger yet is to befriend an alien, but this is exactly what happened to me.

CHAPTER 1: JUST A NORMAL BOY
CHAPTER 2: A CHILLING INTRODUCTION
CHAPTER 3: BORN ANEW
CHAPTER 4: MY FRIEND JIMMY
CHAPTER 5: THE POWER OF TIME
CHAPTER 6: ATTEMPTING A NORMAL LIFE
CHAPTER 7: LEARNING THE HARD WAY
CHAPTER 8: CODDELED IF YOU WILL
CHAPTER 9: IGNORANCE IS BLISS

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9781304737182

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MY FRIEND JIMMY

MEMOIRS OF ALIEN ABDUCTIONS

ALEXANDER JACKSON

Copyright © 2024 Alexander Jackson

All rights reserved

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

ISBN-13: 9781304737182

Cover design by: Art Painter

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

Printed in the United States of America

This work is dedicated with love to every single living being on planet earth but specifically to my beloved Sofia.

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

CHAPTER 1: JUST A NORMAL BOY

CHAPTER 2: A CHILLING INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 3: BORN ANEW

CHAPTER 4: MY FRIEND JIMMY

CHAPTER 5: THE POWER OF TIME

CHAPTER 6: ATTEMPTING A NORMAL LIFE

CHAPTER 7: LEARNING THE HARD WAY

CHAPTER 8: CODDELED IF YOU WILL

CHAPTER 9: IGNORANCE IS BLISS

CHAPTER 1: JUST A NORMAL BOY

It isn’t easy to know exactly where to begin. If this were a fantasy it would probably begin with: once upon a time… except this isn’t a fantasy. Since these events happened to me, and I am the one sharing my life’s experience with you, it is only logical to begin with a short introduction of myself. Unlike other accounts that I have come across, my life’s story is short and unremarkable. I am an only child, born into a lower-middle class family in the west end of a city that I prefer not to mention but, suffice to say it is not a popular vacation destination. My childhood memories are fairly normal; playing in the back yard with my neighbors, sharing videogames at school and a couple of accidents along the way though, luckily, I never broke any bones. Our next-door neighbors were all working class families just like my own parents; Portuguese to the left, Irish across the street and German to the right. They all had children that were roughly my age so we’d get together to play tag or throw water balloons in the summer and sometimes fight about the rules of checkers. School was also very middle of the road, nothing fancy or particularly noteworthy comes to mind, except to say that I wasn’t the most popular kid in my class. My grades were overall good but not outstanding; I was simply one more schoolboy, somewhere in the middle of the group. Nothing ever made me stand out, neither in school or out. After school I’d come home to watch cartoons or play video games, just like any other kid on the block. So, you see, there was nothing special about my childhood, and, for the most part, there still isn’t anything particularly special about me today.

I don’t remember exactly when the abductions began, either because my memory had been erased or because I was simply too young to remember. I do remember suddenly being afraid of closed doors and dark rooms; I’d get a feeling of deep anxiety that would creep up to despair. At first, I didn’t pay attention to my own changes in behavior, perhaps because I chose not to focus on negative emotions. It only became apparent to me that something was not right in my world when, one night, holding my dad’s hand while walking into my bedroom, before the lights were turned on, a strange feeling came over me. In that instant, I knew that if they wanted to take me, my dad wouldn’t be able to stop them from taking me. Nothing was taking place other than an ominous feeling; at that moment, all I wanted was for my dad to leave me alone so that I could spare him the trauma of having to see them take me away or have to fight with aliens. I didn’t even want to imagine what that would be like, I just wanted my dad to go to bed upstairs with my mom so that they would be safe; I knew that I was strong and able to somehow cope through it all. I must have been 6 or 7 years old at the time this happened. There are not many things that I can say for sure I remember from the early years in my life, but the feelings and emotions with regards to my kidnappers were so clear back then that I can still remember them to this day with absolute clarity. Don’t ask me how I knew these things, all I know is that they were true, these feelings spoke to me in concepts; concepts such as the inevitability of the abductions. There was nothing that could ever stop them from finding and taking me. They chose when and where they wanted to take me, I could not contact them or refuse to be taken. It didn’t matter where I was, how many people was around me or even at what speed I was moving; whenever they wanted to take me, they could take me.

Sometime into my early teens, possibly 12 or 13 years old, I began to question my own sanity; without any vivid memory of an abduction, why did I have such strong feelings regarding alien contact? Never having heard my parents talk about aliens or spaceships or anything remotely similar, the idea of outer space entities taking me from my bed at night was, well, alien in itself. Somewhere deep inside my mind was the certainty of helplessness towards their mysterious schedule of visitation as well as the hopelessness of anyone attempting to stand in their way. During this time at school, I’d try to ask my friends if they had experienced anything weird or out of the ordinary, but all I’d get in return were strange gazes or outright laughter, so I soon learned to keep these feelings along with the strong emotions they’d evoke to myself. Without anyone to confide in, it was difficult to talk about this subject with anyone else other than my own reflection in the mirror, which I did, quite often. At this point, I must ask for your understanding of the situation, particularly at this early stage in my life where all the events that took place were so uniquely personal that it is impossible for me not to sound self-centered.