Four Hundred Abductions Stopped at One Name. The Researchers Kept It Off the Record.

A man was held in the air over his own bed, and the thing holding him there was laughing. He said one name, and it squealed like something in pain and let him go.

Two UFO investigators recorded him telling it in his own living room, and then did not listen to the tape for six months. When they finally did, it sent one of them to the top abduction researchers in the country, one at a time. **Every one of them asked to go off the record. And off the record, every one of them said they had cases like it too.** Not one had ever written a single one down.

## The night over the bed

Bill cleaned buildings on a contract at the Kennedy Space Center and lived in Christmas, Florida, where the woods run right up to the house. One Friday evening he saw lights through the living-room window, low over the trees to the north. He figured it was a police helicopter and went to bed beside his wife.

The dogs would not settle. Three times he got up to quiet them. The third time he lay back down, he could not move. The room went grey in front of his open eyes, like a fog. Then he came up off the mattress, with a pain from behind, as if something were pushing him up into the air and holding him there. His wife slept on beneath him.

He was screaming and nothing came out. And whatever held him was laughing, as if it were enjoying itself.

Bill was not a religious man. He thought the devil had him. The only thing he could think of to say was a name.

> Jesus. Jesus, help me.

He could never say afterwards whether he spoke it or only thought it. But in that instant something hurt the thing holding him. He heard it squeal, in pain, and it let him go. He hit the bed so hard his wife woke up and asked him why he was jumping on the bed.

He told nobody for years.

## The red light over the crib

In the fall of 1976, in West Plains, Missouri, Dan and Joyce Ahrens were just starting out. Their son was three. Their baby daughter had just turned one and slept in a crib at the foot of their bed.

They had gone to bed and were both still awake when a red light, four or five feet wide, came across the ceiling. It moved the way the northern lights move, and it settled over the crib.

Dan thought there was a fire outside. He tried to shout to Joyce and nothing came out. He could not move. Joyce, lying on her right side, could not feel her body at all. The only thing she could move was her eyes. In her head she was screaming for Dan to help her. She did not know he was frozen too.

Then the light went out, and both of them sat straight up in the same instant. Dan pulled the curtain back. *What the hell was that?* Joyce said, *I don't know.* The baby was standing up in her crib, her eyes huge.

They went back to sleep, and did not speak about it again for sixteen years.

But from that year on, Joyce found her son in the mornings anywhere but his bed: in a closet, under a chair, under a table, as if he were hiding from something. Her daughter had one nightmare, over and over: a huge dark shape, and an eye close enough to see her own reflection in. At eleven she drew it. A big head. Black almond eyes. A slit where the mouth should be.

## "He took her"

In 1992 Dan, a computer technician, was at work when his heart started pounding. He was certain it was a heart attack. It was not his heart. One doctor said panic attacks. Another said an ear infection. Then he could not leave the house at all, for six weeks, and Joyce watched him shrink. There was something in the back of his mind, he told her, trying to come out.

One night a movie came on the television about a man who said he had been taken from his own bed. In one scene a small creature leaned around a door in the dark. Dan burst into tears and could not stop. *Those eyes. Those are what I saw.*

A week later a therapist named John Carpenter was on television, using hypnosis with people who believed they had been taken. Dan called him and asked to be put under. With a camera running, Carpenter took him back sixteen years, into the room where the red light had settled over the crib.

Dan was cowering in the corner of the bed. One small being stood at the foot of it. A second stood beside Joyce. A third was at the crib.

> He went to the crib. He went to the crib. Picked her up. … He took her. He took her.

He told Joyce nothing. After his second session her own memories came back on their own. She went under separately and saw the same three.

> There were three of them, and one of them touched my arm, and I sat up on the bed. … You're watching a kidnapper kidnap your child, and you can't do anything, and you're standing there.

Under separate hypnosis they both described what came next: small beings marching them out of their own house, and the whole family lifted off the ground.

Years later Joyce's grandson, a small boy, began talking about his *little buddies*, who came into his room to play. He asked if he could watch the ship leave.

> I'm not going to tell him that it's not real, because it is real.

In 1997 the family's story was cut into an hour of national television: the red light, the crib, *he took her*, a long needle going up Joyce's right nostril. It aired, and aired again, for years. It had no ending, because there was not one yet.

## The investigator with crystals in his pocket

On Florida's Space Coast, in 1992, Joe Jordan joined MUFON, and before long he was its state section director for the Kennedy Space Center area. Most of what came in was flares and Air Force manoeuvres, and he said so. Sightings, he decided, were chasing your tail. The people who said they had been *taken* were closer to the source. So he and his partner, Wes Clark, started interviewing them, and they put every interview on tape.

The same messages came up from house to house. In Jordan's own words:

> They say they are the ones who have created us by using DNA. They will guide us in our next evolutionary step. Jesus, Moses, Buddha, Muhammad, and other religious leaders were really them. … They teach that they are our benefactors.

Jordan had no religion at all. His monthly meetings had filled with talk of energies and higher consciousness, and he listened, and for four years he was one of them. He carried crystals in his pocket for protection.

In the fall of 1996, two cases landed at once that he could not shake. Something dark sat on those interviews and followed him home. His girlfriend was a Christian and worked the cases with him, and one day she pulled him aside. There was something evil here, she told him, and he felt it too. He needed protection going into rooms like that.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the crystals.

> I got all the power I need right here.

She set a Bible on the table. *It's in here.* And she reminded him that he told everybody he was the most open-minded investigator in the field.

> I just been had.

That November he became a Christian.

Two weeks into a December off from the boat plant, he was on a friend's couch, watching a video Bible course. The man on the screen began talking about a war nobody can see. And a grey alien face came up inches from Jordan's own, the face off every paperback he had ever read. In the same instant it changed into the most horrible thing he had ever looked at. In that moment, he said, he knew that what they were dealing with was not what it appeared to be.

## The tape nobody had heard

A month later Wes said, *let's go back and look at what we have.* They pulled out a tape from six months earlier: a man they had sat in front of in his own home, recorded, and never really heard.

It was Bill.

In everything they had read, nobody had ever stopped one. The top researchers all said it could not be done. So Jordan called them, one at a time, and played them the case. Each time, they asked the same thing first: *can we go off the record?*

> Each one of them said, "Yes, sir. We've come across cases like this ourselves where they've been able to stop it using prayer or Jesus's name."

He asked why he had never seen a single one documented. The first answer was that they did not know what to make of it. The second made him angry.

> They said we couldn't go there because it might affect our credibility.

**The cover-up was not the government. It was the researchers.** Jordan told them he had nothing to lose. He worked for a living. He did not write books. And he went after those cases.

In August 1997 his local paper, *Florida Today*, ran Bill's story, and it went out across the country. Then the phone did not stop. Every state, then other countries, all saying the same sentence: *I did that too. I said the name, and it stopped.* Over the next ten years Jordan worked with more than four hundred of them.

The rest of the field turned on him. When he gave his findings on the last day of the Roswell UFO conference he directed in 2008, the room was furious, and stayed furious. He put it on a poster for his table: *the most hated man in ufology.*

## The woman from the documentary

Joyce Ahrens left her family. She was still searching for answers, and she ended up in Florida, of all places, in Joe Jordan's neighbourhood.

The last episode of *The X-Files* was on when his phone rang. His name had been in that morning's paper, and the woman on the line said she was an abduction experiencer. She was excited about it, the way people in that world are excited to be chosen. He had the recorder on, and he took the call. Forty-five minutes in, he could hear it under the excitement: she was not happy. He asked to meet her.

At a little restaurant he told her what four hundred tapes had told him. That the beings which took her family were not from another planet. That they were the same thing people had been meeting for thousands of years under other names. That they lie about where they come from. That every message they give pulls a person away from one name, and that at that name, and no other, they stop.

Joyce stood up. *I gotta go.* And she was out the door. He figured that was the last he would ever see of her.

She was a devout atheist. But she had told him she would read the testimonies he put in her hands, and she tries to keep her word. On the way home she stopped at a red light.

> In my vision, that I received, was a beautiful picture of the world, looking from outside it, and then around it were a couple of hands with very long, long claws, nails, and a face that started to peer from behind it. It was absolutely hideous.

> And I knew right then that what he told me was true. I still didn't want to believe it, but I knew, and I knew the powers that I had been dealing with, and I knew I was in deep trouble.

About a week later she called him. *I want what you have.* It happened in his living room.

## It came back to check on her

Two or three weeks later, Joyce was lying in bed when one of them came through her bedroom wall: the same kind of small grey being that had stood over her baby daughter's crib in 1976. This time it was gentle. It looked at her, and it spoke.

> I just come to check on you.

She said no. Never again. Her mouth was barely moving, and it came out as a mumble, but it came out.

> Help me, Jesus. Help me.

And it was gone. That was the last of them. Ever. She went back to her family. Years later a stranger who had seen that old hour of television found her number, and Joyce talked her all the way through to the other side.

## You are looking at the end of the story

On the Fourth of July, 2009, a room in Roswell, New Mexico, that had come to hear about aliens was warned that what it was about to hear might change the way it saw everything. Joe Jordan played them the 1997 hour: the red light, the crib, *he took her*, the needle, the little buddies. Then he told them what he had come to believe.

> These are entities masquerading as high technological aliens, but they can be defeated by one name.

> Years and years, this video has been running. Every year it runs. … They don't show the end of the story. You're looking at the end of the story.

And Joyce Ahrens walked out onto the stage. *Forgive me. I'm a little nervous in front of crowds.* She told them about the red light at the intersection, the claws around the world, and the thing that came through her wall to check on her.

Then Jordan called the others up out of the audience, one by one, from Missouri and West Virginia and Utah and Washington State, and stood them in a line across the stage.

> This isn't fuzzy pictures. This isn't fuzzy videos. This is real evidence that you can question, you can touch.

Nobody questioned them.

Joyce spoke last. It is hard for her to watch that old video now. But she is glad it still plays. As long as it plays, she said, it is going to help someone.

More than four hundred cases in ten years, from every state and from other countries, from people who had never met each other, and on every one of them it stopped at one name and at no other. The men at the top of the field had cases like it in their own files, asked to go off the record before they would say so, and never wrote it down. A being from another star has no reason to know that name at all.

So why did it stop?

Hear them yourself

Joe Jordan tells the whole of it, and brings Joyce onto the stage, in his 2009 Roswell talk, Unholy Communion: The Spiritual Nature of Abduction Reports. The Ahrens family tells the red light, the crib and the hypnosis themselves in the 1997 A&E segment Jordan played that day. Bill, Joyce and Dan each tell it in their own voices among the CE4 Research Group's recorded testimonies, beside more than a hundred written ones. Bill and Joyce tell their nights on camera again in the 2018 documentary Alien Intrusion: Unmasking a Deception. Every claim in this film comes from what those people said happened to them.