Posey Gilbert
Paranormal Maven
I was not forbidden to read or see science fiction, Mom did not want us to believe in it, that's all.
I chose to read nonfiction because I found science, law, psychology Anthroposophy,, archeology, paleontology, cosmology, biology, quantum physics, and reality more interesting.
You are among the many that I know that feels that way about my experiences and are entitled to that opinion.
It did not happen to you, and you cannot prove it did not happen to me.
N.Y.C.M.U.F.O.N has my proof although what Walt Anders did with it I do not know.
But over the years by posting in forums like this I have met others that have had similar encounters with similar or like-kind entities.
If I was just writing "fiction" why did I not sell it to those that made offers to buy it, and make some money off it instead?
I am an amputee living off of social security disability, in an apartment in a rat infested four family house that I fear one day will collapse around my ears, while I sit trapped here breathing in black mold because the slumlord land lady won't take care of the leaking pipes, faulty wiring, and a crumbling foundation.
Her idea of maintenance is wait until it breaks, or blows up before repairing it.
So why would I not sell my so-called "science fiction" rather than freely share it on TV, Radio, and the Internet for the last two decades?
And might I add have to deal with all that the negative notoriety or infamy brings with doing that.
I.E.
Being laughed at in the streets, losing friends, receiving silent, crank, and threatening phone calls at all hours of the night and day, and let's not forget having my phone tapped and my home bugged, etc.
But true it is not all bad every now and then I get calls from other Experiencers or Abductees that need someone to talk to that understands what it is like to deal with this very real, strange, sometimes crazy most of the time terrifying phenomena.
No one in his or her right mind wants to do, or want to deal with this stuff.
As for writing fiction, been there done that, from the time I was 13 through 18 I wrote over 500 books dealing with magic, science fiction, horror, spiritual matters, and 50 comic books.
I even had a small fan club consisting of neighbors, friends, some of my teachers, my younger brother Ralph was my inspiration and biggest fan and last but not least my mother.
When I was 18 I returned home from Summer Camp to find in a drunken rage my Dad had thrown every one of my books down the incinerator.
I had writers block for years and turned to creating something he could not destroy, music.
After I realized that what I had been convinced over the years by my mother had been just vivid dreams while iwas growing up, in truth had instead been real experiences I started to put them to pen,
Then after my first abduction that left evidence I contacted MUFON and after investigating my case they asked me if I would go Public on the Jackie Mason Show from there I was called by other TV programs, documentary producers, radio programs and to make public appearances then I published my experiences on the Internet my first site Pieces Of An Enigma, and then to Temple Of The Infidel all of which is free to anyone on the Internet.
So as I said I do not need your beliefs for they cannot validate, or invalidate my experiences.
Honestly I only came here looking for others that have had my experiences, and are willing to talk about them.
And as for publishing my experiences I am in the process of converting my site into hard copy more for my niece and nephews and grand nephews and nieces.
2006 I lost my girlfriend of 10 years Carolyn to cancer.
2007 I lost my father to Alzheimer's disease at 85.
I couldn't attend the funeral because I was in the hospital
2008 I lost my baby sister Janet to congested heart failure 50.
I couldn't attend the funeral because I was in the hospital
2009 I lost my, right leg because of a damned stupid ass disability Doctor, and three weeks later, I lost my mother to diabetes 85.
I couldn't attend the funeral because I was in the hospital
2010 I lost my older brother Chuck to congested heart failure 60.
I couldn't attend the funeral because I was in the hospital.
I am a diabetic and there is Alzheimer's disease in my family line.
In the last 12 years I have been hospitalized three times and nearly died each time.
This has prevented me from adding new information to my site, and yes I said new information, for, as for me this phenomenon continues.
I'll add it to my books, and if any of my nieces or nephews ever publishes them, then you can buy and read about them, it'll be up to them.
But I have grown weary of this wasteful banter with the village idiot.
So as I said before Pixie your Avatar suits you to a T, live in darkness my friend.
And while I am at it will all the Saints here please stand up state your real names and swear that you have never lied to your parents girlfriends, wives, buddies, on your taxes, never exaggerated, bore false witness, or help keep secret a lie to help a friend, spread malicious rumors knowingly or unknowingly, not returned an over payment by a cashier, ever stole a cookie or candy, lost your temper and physically hurt an animal, or another person with words actions or deeds, never had a negative thought or participated in negative actions toward another, never spreaded unproved and or improvable statements about others, or deliberately misquoted someone to make your point more credible.
No takers?
Hmm, then I wonder why such unreal behavior is expected of others?
But, I hasten to add I am not a psychiatrist and I am not claiming any "expert" opinion here. I just think people like Van Daniken and Sitchin and Greer and Lear have their own agenda. I also think people like Randi and Klass and Shchermer have their own agenda and all of them will fight like hell to promote their worldview. After all they are the rightous trying to save us from either the evil alien overlords or the illusion that we are actually beings with a spiritual purpose and destiny beyond a cosmic accident. 
I salute all of them. They are so much better than me in that I question everything. I am a true skeptic and believe me that isn't easy. I can't run over to the church or the 'free thinkers" society and get a pat on the back. I can't call my local Mufon group and discuss how much "I know" about "them" and the conspiracy to enslave mankind. I just muddle along and pray my prayers and curse the idiocy of everyday life while maintaining hope and belief and agnosticim all at the same time. Oh well, I'm rambling now.
