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From: Stig_Agermose@online.pol.dk (Stig Agermose)
Date: Wed, 30 Jul 1997 16:16:51 +0200
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Subject: The Houston Press - The Derrel Files
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From: Mike Spitzer <mrufomn@goodnet.com>
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WOW! if even a small part of this article i just read is true.....well....i
dont even know what to say or think. i have listened to derrel for many yrs
and i never heard or knew about him claiming the stuff reported below!
WILD?!? WEIRD?!?! i kinda feel betrayed. and, disappointed, to put it mildly.
Again, i would really appreciate info, comments, opinions.
From The Houston Press -- Volume 8, number 22 -- May 30- June 5, 1996
Space Cases: The Derrel Files
The sky turned green a few months back, from Dallas all the way to the Gulf.
"A lot of people saw it," the man was saying, and if you didn't, you weren't
looking, and you'll never see anything if you don't look.
He had begun speaking of lights that came down and melted the asphalt when,
on the other side of the room at the Innova Center, another man reached into
his coat pocket and lifted into the air a blue-velvet box. It was the chief
abductions investigator with his little box of treasures. His jaw was set
and his eyes were darting, and Derrel Sims looked important, in an FBI kind
of way. He held a magnifying glass over the box; the members of the Houston
UFO Network shuffled forward.
"This is one a lady sent me," Sims began. "said she found it in her bed
after an abduction."
He moved his hands beneath their eyes.
"These are little tiny nasal implants we found from a little girl," he
continued.
"Those little stringy things?" a woman asked, scrunching up her nose. Yes,
Sims answered. They're .21 micrometers, which is about the size he would
expect a nasal implant to be. He had instructed the girl's mother to collect
her mucus the morning after each abduction. He found the implants by poking
through the Kleenex.
"You have to know what to look for," he explained.
Sims showed them the "ocular implant" that stood as proof of the mass
abductions of 1992, and he showed them a "high-tech ceramic" that he said
was found at the site of a UFO crash. But there were specimens in that case
more difficult to recover, and one by one, the chief investigator held the
magnifying glass over them -- the little black bits that had been cut, he
said, from a lady's foot, a man's hand and another woman's neck.
"If abductions are real, there should be evidence," he said gravely. "We
thing we're finding that evidence."
His display was filmed in April by news crew from Channel 13. The pretty
blond reporter had very few questions. She declined to sit through the
lecture on dead cows, but on the way out, she thanked the chief investigator
and told him this was all very fascinating, and she would think so even if
she weren't working.
Sims was gracious and courtly. He seemed reluctant to let her go, which only
mad his rejections the "Houston Press" sting all the more. No, he would not
sit for a portrait.
"It's not about me. It's about what's happening to these people," he said.
"And I don't need a critic to evaluate what I'm doing."
In the field they call ufology, Derrel Sims is becoming a shining star. In
late March, he and his implant surgeries were the subject of an entire
episode of the UPN series "Paranormal Borderline." In Houston alone, some
50,000 households tuned in, and now a producer for Fox is considering
another show like it. The chief investigator and his work are also on the
current cover story of "UFO Magazine." He has videos on sale, a 900 number
offering alien updates, a World Wide Web page called "Alien Hunter" and an
autobiography in the works, which he intends to call "Confessions of an
Alien Hunter."
It was my honor several years ago to be among the first reporters to speak
with Mr. Sims. Just so I would know, he began by saying he could kill me in
an instant, and there would be nothing I could do. Then he went on to
describe his intergalactic battle with the alien leader Mondoz, and I went
on to recount the tale in the "Houston Post."
It wasn't my fault it didn't make the front page, and I am only partly
responsible for the fact that it looked, there in Section D, kind of like a
joke. But the hard-core members of HUFON were not amused, and when I
returned recently to investigate the growing fame of the chief investigator,
many of them declined to talk with me. One said afterward that she had been
scolded for doing so. Another suggested that I was gullible for doubting
alien abductions and that I had been brainwashed by the government. Anyway,
a warning to the editor finally arrived from Derrel Sims' second-in-command.
Cooperation from HUFON members has been understandably lacking, wrote Senior
Investigator Dale C. Musser.
"While I do not know what Mr. Patterson's personal reasons are for his
dislike of Mr. Sims, it is clear that he is on a vendetta... [Reports from
people he has questioned] seem to indicate that much of what Mr. Patterson
plans to write is very close to, if not liable."
Liable to do what, Musser did not say, but nonetheless, it was clear the
doors were closed to me, and with nowhere else to turn, I fell in with a
small band of outcasts. They believed it was possible that life exists on
other planets. Most of them believed space aliens could very well be
visiting Earth. And they all agreed on one thing: as one put it, "Derrel is
destroying the credibility of the field."
He was the reason they left HUFON three years ago, and he and his fame were
the reason they emerged from their exile now. They told their Derrel stories
and turned over their Derrel files. They gave names of people who would
talk. None was more eager than Rebecca Schatte, a real estate agent turned
Internet paranormal reporter who has committed much of her recent life to
investigating the investigator.
"I have trouble with people who name their aliens," she said. "Derrel's a
fraud, and I expose frauds."
"Derrel Sims' pioneering work in the alien and abduction phenomenon and his
discovery of alleged artifacts may someday be the foundation for major
discoveries in the fields of science and technology."
That, at least is what he says in the background sheet he hands out.
The chief investigator also serves as "abductee chairman" of HUFON's
abductee support group. The membership is kept secret and the group meets
at secret times and places. Only abductees are allowed, and only Derrel
Sims can certify an abductee. He has bragged that he can do this just by
looking at you, but just to make sure, he takes out his tools.
According to a handout on his methods, the assessment might begin with an
analysis of your handwriting. Then it would go on to something called
Symbolic Profiling, and eventually, Sims would evaluate the shape of your
face and observe which way you looked as you told your story. If you didn't
look up, which would indicate you're making it up, you might then undergo a
battery of tests. The IQ test is necessary because "certain levels of
intelligence are not likely to make up convincing stories." Then there's the
personality profile, and then the "Alleged Alien Encounter Questionnaire."
A few years ago, this alien test was only a short quiz with questions such
as "Have you ever heard buzzing sounds you could not account for?" and "Have
you ever seen lights flash in your eyes that you could not explain?"
The questionnaire has evolved since then into a marvel of abduction science,
a long exam that asks about excessive fingernail growth, allergic reactions
to Novocaine and words or terms you feel you know, which have no real
meaning to you. "For Men Only" is the section that addresses what's going
on in your scrotum, and the section "For Women Only" wants to know, "Do you
ever have sexual fantasies about powerful, small or dark men who
make love and walk away?"
If you get this far Sims puts you in his La-Z-Boy and you get hypnotized.
Usually, he puts you under to get more details about your abduction, but
often people sit down thinking they've only seen an owl or something with
big eyes like a cat. In these cases, Sims uses hypnosis to see through the
"screen memory" left by aliens. The result is believers such as HUFON
President Donna Lee, who, until she was hypnotized, had no idea she'd been
taken away.
"All I know is that through my regressions with Derrel, I'm an abductee,"
she said.
Since an abduction by space aliens is a harrowing experience, Sims
recommends therapy. "Hypnotherapy is great," he says. Inside the abduction
support group, according to another handout, "many abductees have stated
that for the first time in their lives they do not feel at odds with life."
Musser, an engineer, showed up suffering from depression and learned it was
"Post-Abduction Syndrome." He became a believer. Now, as the Senior
Investigator, he's trying to understand, among other things, why aliens
stopped his plane in the middle of the sky as he returned from his father's
funeral.
The private eye cost Rebecca Schatte $500. He found some tax problems and a
slew of businesses with funky names, but no criminal record for Derrel Sims.
Schatte was disappointed. If you want dirt, the private eye suggested, you
should steal the man's garbage. All sorts of dirt in there, he said, and
Schatte thought about it but decided no, she didn't want to get that dirty.
There's a woman in Dallas who believes space aliens drowned her children.
Derrel Sims has gone to investigate, and Schatte has, too. She is on his
trail -- writing letters, making phone calls. She thinks she may have
discouraged the organizer of a conference from inviting Sims to speak.
"What are you going to write?" she wanted to know. "Crazy Woman Chases
Lunatic"? I don't know why I'm doing this. This is not the end of the
world. But if people are being harmed, it needs to be stopped."
One evening in 1983, at a time when she had "a lot of personal things going
on, "Schatte was lying in her bed reading a book. The next thing she knew,
it was much later, and she was standing outside her car, 15 miles from home
and hysterical. She never figured out what happened, and the experience was
pushed to the back of her mind until she showed up at a HUFON meeting and
heard about "missing time."
"'Oh, I had that, I said, and they said, 'Oh, you've been abducted, you've
been abducted!" And Schatte was sent home with directions to read a book by
famed abductions guru Bud Hopkins. She did and was scared and wondered if
indeed she had been taken away. When her mother died a few years ago, she
realized her ties to the earth had been weakened, and for some reason, she
reached out to the chief investigator of abductions. She completed Sims'
paperwork and waited, but he never agreed to take her case, never said
anything at all except that he was terribly busy.
When Bud Hopkins came to town, Schatte cornered him and got herself
hypnotized anyway. There were no aliens lurking back there, but the story
she recalled involved a car and a highway exit that didn't exist at the
time. She understood then that she could never trust hypnosis and would
never know what happened to her.
"I think it's a good example of how you can be led, how you can be sucked
into the whole thing," she said. "Something happened, but Derrel is in no
position to tell me what. Bud Hopkins is in no position. No one can tell
me what happened, but I allowed myself to believe they could."
The alien hunter claims to hail from a line of warriors that goes back to
the king of England. Which king he does not say, but the family wound up
eventually in the little town of Alamogordo, New Mexico, and Derrel Sims
grew up during the height of the Cold War watching missiles from the nearby
White Sands testing range rise into the sky.
He says now the aliens have been harassing his family for 100 years. At any
rate, he wasn't surprised the day he was told three UFOs swooped down and
flew beside a missile. The aliens came for him the first time when he was
three, Sims told UFO Magazine. He told me they came to his bed only once,
when be was 17 and already deep into UFO research.
What they did to him, he won't reveal unless it has happened to you. (It's
an alien thing; you wouldn't understand.) For whatever reason, Sims dropped
out of college after only a year, and if there was an implant on his person,
it didn't prevent him from joining the Army.
He has said he was training to be a military policeman in 1968 when the CIA
recruited him and sent him to work in covert operations. It had something
to do with raising lions and tigers, people recall, but Sims was vague about
it and his military record only shows that he was an MP for three years of
no particular distinction.
He wound up in Spring, eventually, living on a street called Enchanted Gate.
In 1979, he registered the first of eight businesses in Houston - something
called Parallax Enterprises. The next year, he founded Sims Construction &
Supply, and that seems to have kept him busy until 1987, when he surfaced
again with Executive Financial Associates. By then, he was also deep into
New Age, and knew enough about "the latest brain research" to be running
Accelerated Learning Systems. According to a flier, an ALS course offered
"answers to questions such as 'Who Are You?' 'Why Are You Here?' 'Who Do You
Wish to Become?'" The secrets lay in "Quantum Holographic Techniques."
"With this technique, Mr. Sims obtained a black belt in Japanese Karate,
without ever taking any lessons. A feat no human has done prior." He
became a scuba-diving instructor the same way, the ad bragged, and with this
special technique, he could teach you everything he knows about scuba-diving
and karate -- in just five minutes. For a small fee.
"The amazing thing about you is how you got where you are!" goes one of the
testimonials.
"Your sense of being is unlimited," goes another. "It must be hard to be
mortal!"
Maybe not -- not with his superhuman ability to learn. He seems never to
have taught what he learned; he just taught leaning -- Super Learning,
Optimal Learning, Peak Experience Learning. By 1989, according to another
flier, Sims had learned that "you probably use less than 1 percent of your
total brain capacity." He, of course, used much more, and for $220, he would
teach you to think like he thinks.
"Come and become an explorer-archaeologist of yourself beginning a lifetime
of discovery of the greatest wonder created ... you!"
It was around this time that he joined the Houston UFO Network. Sometime
after that Derrel Sims moved to an Humble road called Rising Star. He
appeared sharply dressed at that first meeting, but "he had a look on his
face like 'I've been through the wringer,'" old HUFON member Max Washburn
recalled. "And when he said he'd been abducted, I believed him."
Sim's wife, Doris, has almost never been seen at meetings, and as for his
teenage son, Sims told his new friends the aliens had wrecked him. Sims made
friends quickly. He was "a real buggy person, like he's going to help you
out," one woman remembered. Vince Johnson considered him just 'a tad
eccentric,' right from the beginning. As Johnson recalled, Sims held out
his hand and said: "Hi. I'm a warrior."
HUFON gradually grew to about 150 members, and Sims' role grew along with
it. About the time he became abductee chairman, he founded another company
called Saber Enterprises. Saber bills itself as a laboratory and research
center, but there's little sign its ever been much more than a post office
box and a La-Z-Boy in Sims' home. This is where Sims works as a certified
hypnotherapist.
"A state of hypnosis exists any time we suspend the critical, analytical
factor in the thought process," he said in an old HUFON newsletter.
The letters he sprinkles behind his name -- C.Ht -- come from a variety of
hypnosis "institutes." The problem with these short-course schools, say
therapists with Ph.D.s, is that they may consist of just one person who
says, "I certify you."
Anyway, when Derrel Sims finished his education he began hypnotizing the
members of HUFON and, for $395 each, certifying them, too, in hypnotherapy.
He needs the money to go after the aliens, his supporters say, and no one
doubts Sims is serious about those aliens. Speaking of his own abduction,
"he had a lot of anger about it," a fellow abductee recalled, "a lot of
militancy, like he wanted to amass an army against the ETs."
At Saber Enterprises, he is said to have worked on a stun gun to neutralize
the aliens. He also passed out a wanted poster bearing the likeness of your
basic space creature. "If you have any information concerning the
activities of these individuals," it read, "please contact DERREL SIMS."
"His approach is very, very scientific," HUFON member Dan Marshall
testifies. "He really did know what he was talking about," an abductee says.
"His work was of a higher caliber than other UFO researchers."
Everywhere that Derrel went, there were many sure to go. When Musser let it
be known that he was always abducted on his annual camping trip, the chief
investigator deputized a posse, and off they went with wind-up cameras into
the Colorado wilderness to wait for what would come. They waited and
waited, but Musser went nowhere, and nothing came. Eventually, Sims became
quite ill, and as he told the story later, it was the aliens at work, urging
him telepathically to go get help for himself so they could have their way
with his comrades. The alien hunter refused to retreat and that is why the
aliens never came. They were afraid of him.
Quick of mind and tongue, the chief investigator solved the abduction
mystery with typical-lightning speed. He revealed his work little by
little. It amounted to the most amazing coincidence: HUFON's own
DerrelWayne Sims, C.Ht., the man standing before them on the podium -- he
was the focus of all alien abductions worldwide. The aliens were trying to
get to him, and they would have done it, too, if Sims didn't have a friend
in a high place by the name of God.
"It's a pretty nice deal," said Sims.
Surely, there was no greater power than an alliance between Derrel Sims and
God, and Sims believed that inevitably, the alien leader would have to
descend to Earth and negotiate. The plot was similar to that of the 1960s
sci-fi novel "Dune," in which a young nobleman assumes control of the planet
Arrakis and demands a visit from the emperor of the galaxy. Sims began to
repeat the nobleman's battle cry:"
"The emperor must come to Arrakis!"
The only problem with all this was the little matter of proof. The chief
investigator had not a speck of it. He was lucky, though, amazingly lucky,
for it was soon supplied.
In December 1992, the morning after a HUFON meeting on abduction, Dale
Musser awoke with a bloody nose. This was a bad sign. Sims put him under,
and the details began pouting out.
Musser realized he had just experienced not one but two abductions, the
first of which occurred before the meeting. He was led from his bedroom out
to the driveway by a gray alien wearing a tool belt They were beamed up, and
he was told on the mother ship to get naked. He was led through a series of
rooms, in which he saw a few of his HUFON chums, along with a dinosaur, and
aliens who looked like monks and cockroaches and even like Bigfoot. What
they shoved up Musser's nose then was actually an
eavesdropping device, he realized later. His nosebleed after the meeting
occurred when he was debugged.
When Sims hypnotized them, the chums Musser saw saw other chums, and finally
a former HUFON member in Jacksonville, Florida, was told she had been
floating on the UFO, too. She was not surprised, for she makes these
voyages with regularity, and she was due to go. As it turned out she was
the first of this lot. The chief investigator claimed that the last time he
hypnotized her, he had given her a message for Mondoz. Consequently, when
Mondoz appeared in her bedroom, she rose quickly and cried out: "Derrel Sims
knows what you're doing!"
They say Mondoz's head turned into a worm then, but when he regained his
composure, he had everyone bugged before the abduction meeting, in order to
discover what this Derrel Sims had been teaching.
Whatever Mondoz got out of it, the abduction was certainly a blast for the
earth people. One woman saw Jesus on the UFO. Another spoke, with her dead
brother, and a third was handed silverware when she said she was hungry. It
wasn't nice of the aliens to cut the secretary's finger off, but they were
polite enough to sew it back on.
A day or so later, the story goes, the secretary was at her desk, rubbing
her sleepy eyes, when something plopped down that would become known in the
annals of HUFON as "the ocular implant." Sims had it examined at the
University of Houston and began happily announcing it contained rare metals.
As for "The Mass Abduction Event of December 8, 1992," Sims declared it the
first time in history that aliens had taken people simultaneously from
different locations.
What a wonderful piece of work by the chief investigator; what a marvelous,
swashbuckling year. Sims distributed a pamphlet boasting of his success.
He "orchestrated a mass abduction." He "tore off two 'eyecups' in two
abductions" and took over thought processes of an alien in one project --
aboard craft." And he discovered that aliens "make careless errors" and
"appear to have low IQ's."
This news brought great relief to some earthlings. "UFO Universe" made Sims
its cover story, and he was christened "Alien Hunter" on the cover of UFO
Library Magazine. He spoke on radio shows and was invited to lectures. By
August 1993, when he reached the Corpus Christi chapter of the Mutual UFO
Network, he had forgotten why he came.
"We were trying to find out about the multiple cases, and we weren't
interested in whether he could catch a hummingbird or chase down a deer,"
director Doris Upchurch recalls. "All of this was with his bare hands, you
understand. I've heard since that the most dangerous place in the world is
between a microphone and Derrel Sims."
If the chief investigator rarely found humor in anything he did, there was a
small faction of the UFO community who rarely found anything else. "I DEFY
those damnable gray devils from tampering with my life. I've dealt with
them before, and I'll deal with them AGAIN! ... Just try and probe my rectum
while strapped to my racks, you hideous beasts from another world!" It was
a spoof just a spoof, a message sent over the Internet. For a long time,
Sims' detractors were content whispering among themselves, but in the spring
of 1993, they began speaking out.
Max Washburn questioned the investigator's "weekend wonder" education. He
thought the mass abduction was dangerous. "You don't challenge the devil,"
he said. Others found the central theme of the aliens versus Derrel Sims
absurd. The chief investigator was not acting professionally, David Mayo
said. Vince Johnson said the investigator was suffering delusions of
grandeur.
They were most concerned, however, with the abductions group. They didn't
know what was happening in there, but Schatte believed some of those people
probably needed serious help, and she and Johnson didn't think Sims
qualified to supply it. When Schatte made her points and suggested a mental
health professional be named to oversee the support group, an abductee rose
and shouted, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" things began to get ugly, but
the chief investigator sat quietly through most of it. He let his abductees
defend him until Rod Lewis told one of them to kiss his ass. Sims lunged
across the table then "like Charles Manson on amphetamines," Lewis said, and
the dissenters decided to get the hell out of there.
Three years later, Rod Lewis doesn't think much about aliens anymore, but
he's still scared. He thought it was possible I was working for the CIA,
but "so what," he said. "If you are, fine. If you aren't, fine. If I
warrant that attention, I'm flattered."
He sat in his South Dairy Ashford office with his degrees arrayed behind
him. He's worked mainly as a dentist, but since his break with HUFON, Dr.
Lewis, as he still likes to be called, has become a full-time "new science
researcher." Which means, for the most part, that he publishes a little
bimonthly dealing with mind control, futurism, black rojects, "and much more."
"If you lay all this out on a flow sheet you can see the links," he
proceeds. That is, if you don't hold to closely to "science and physics and
common sense. The first thing you have to do is put this aside and then you
have to look critically." How do you do that I asked, when you've tossed
out your common sense? "Well," he answered, it's a juggling
act."
He took pains to explain it. He talked for hours. The link on the flow
chart turned out to be the government. The government lies, he said. The
government is trying to control our minds. Maybe there never was a man on
the moon. Maybe the government planted the bomb in Oklahoma City. And
maybe, said Dr. Lewis, Derrel Sims is a government agent.
The abduction support group would be the perfect screen for government
experimentation, he said. Abductees tell no stories, and with Derrel at the
door, there are no inquiries. Maybe it's an experiment to influence people
to see what they haven't seen. Yeah, that seemed very likely to him.
"In a way, this is almost as unbelievable as the alien abduction
phenomenon," said the doctor. "But the difference is, I have the documents
to prove this stuff exists." And he handed over some issues of his
magazine, Close Encounter Chronicles.
If it gets out that you're working with a chief investigator of abductions,
you might get fired, the chief investigator has said, and "I do everything I
can to protect the people who work with us."
He has never said who examined the ocular implant at the University of
Houston. He has never revealed the conclusive results. Is that thing an
implant from a space alien?
"Oh, good grief," says Lisa Meffert a geneticist at UH. "Is that what he's
saying it is? No, most likely it's the head of a bobby pin."
She said he came in all "hush-hush" claiming the thing fell out of someone's
eye. Meffert assumed Sims was a lawyer with a lawsuit and didn't care to
know more. She examined the "implant" under a microscope and told the chief
what he had there was probably a plastic piece of a hairpiece.
By then, there was already a mass abduction video, and an eerie, magnified
picture of the implant had been published on the cover of a HUFON "Special
Report." Sims got another opinion. He took his glob to the Texas Center for
Superconductivity at UH and apparently was very pleased with the sensational
service The instrument that was used -- an electron microprobe -- had a nice
UFO ring to it, and the finding of rare metals certainly beat the bobby pin
conclusion.
If Sims had said who he was and what he thought it was, "we would have
dismissed him as a loony and sent him away," said Joe Kulik at the Center.
As it was, when the Post story came out the university's public affairs
department got upset that the Superconductivity Center was doing
implantwork, and Kulik was pretty sure no one on campus would ever deal with
Derrel Sims again.
That doesn't prevent Sims from dropping the university's good name into his
implant show-and tells, or from implying that he's still working with
someone there. But when he says, "We've got some really topnotch
scientists," he's probably talking now about Warren Laboratories and David
Pritchard.
Sims told UFO Magazine that Warren Laboratories is "a very, very large
corporation" near Houston. George Warren says it's simply a small
herbal-extract business in Stafford. Warren isn't sure, but he doesn't
think he's ever been abducted. He met Sims a few years ago, flying to a UFO
conference, and he's been examining alien implants ever since. It's just
something be believes in, he says, and he does it for free, and he's hoping
he can put the chief investigator on the company payroll. Maybe they can
figure out how UFOs zoom around and develop that into an alternative energy
source for the country.
"I want to help him live to a higher standard," said Warren. "He's a
scientist out to help mankind, and I am, too."
Sims has been pretty good about protecting George Warren from public
scrutiny, but somehow, the chief investigator's name has appeared several
times in print beside Pritchard's. A physics professor at MIT, Pritchard's
latest research was published in UFO Magazine and concerned an object that
reportedly fell out of a penis. His ufology work brings him scorn from his
peers, but Pritchard soldiers on anyway, hoping for the day that he finds
proof of aliens and can announce, "Look -- I've made a discovery as
significant as Copernicus'!"
About a year ago, the alien hunter tracked him down. They've communicated
four or five times since, which was enough for the professor to say that
Sims is "going about this more credibly than most." Rather than picking
things out of beds and off the ground, Pritchard thinks it far more sensible
to look for implants where they were planted. Sims has invited him to the
next set of surgeries, and the professor says, "I'm sort of standing by to
help in any way I can."
In June 1995, Sims was out in California, shaking hands at a UFO convention.
It took a while to introduce himself. By then, the chief investigator of
abductions was also the director of physical investigations.
"Kinda looked screwy to me," Dr. Roger Leir recalls. "Who walks around
carrying a box full of implants and a bag full of X-rays?" But they got to
talking anyway. The podiatrist remained unimpressed until Derrel Sims
produced a University of Houston lab report. A "credible university" with a
finding of rare metals -- "that sort of perked up my ears," Leir says. Then
his eyebrows were raised "to a considerable height" as he examined X-rays of
what Sims called "anomalous objects."
Sims handed him an X-ray of a foot it just so happened that Leir was a
podiatrist. Right then and there, Leir volunteered to oust that implant,
and he has since been named medical director of Saber Enterprises.
You can get the video now for $30, wherever you see the chief investigator.
It starts with him and ends with him, but in between, there's footage of an
honest-to-god, flesh-slicing surgery, one implant coming out as it
supposedly went in.
The woman's face is never shown, but she was one of Derrel Sims' abductees,
and though her implant was causing her no pain, she wanted it out of her big
toe badly enough to travel to an unknown land and bleed. "The toe was numbed
by a needle, and there beside her in Leir's California office, wearing a
surgical cap, was the chief investigator providing the hypnoanesthesia.
"Every breath you exhale, it's all the tension of the day just gone," Sims
whispered. "Let it go. That's right, just give it up. And as it happens,
I want you to notice that your foot, the one we're going to work on, I want
you to go ahead and put it in a little bucket of ice. There you go...."
Leir marked the spot with a stud finder. He and his nameless assistant put
a tourniquet around the toe and cut it open. Then there was blood, and they
pulled the tourniquet tighter and forced the cut open and began probing with
their scalpels.
"That's it right there, isn't it?" said the second surgeon.
"Yeah, I think so," said Leir.
"We're hitting the object now," the second announced. "It has a very hard
metallic feel." Leir pulled something out and wiped it in the gauze.
"Is that it?"
"No," said Leir. That's soft tissue."
They poked and pushed and cut and squeezed. The woman was drifting farther
and farther away, Derrel Sims kept saying, but after a while, he broke the
reverie and asked: "Where's my implant Doctor?"
Dr. Leir answered: "We're fishing, Derrel. It's like going fishing."
More than an hour had passed when Leir said, "I got it," and this time he
really had. It was a tiny black triangle, and the reason it had been so
hard to find, Leir instantly concluded, was that "a layer of abnormal
fibrous tissue" had grown around it. They were all very excited. Leir was
anxious to get it to a lab. Many implants have evaporated or turned to
powder in the light of day, but Leir thought he knew how to preserve this
one. The chief investigator took the implant home, packed in the patient's
own blood. He soon announced that it glowed green under a black light but
eight months later, "at press time," UFO Magazine reported,
pieces lingered at the unnamed lab pending official analysis."
HUFON's outcasts call themselves SPUFON now, which stands for nothing,
except their refusal to take anyone seriously. They gather for breakfast
occasionally. Over pancakes and coffee, they discuss UFOs and alien
abduction. There's something to it they say, but no one knows what it is,
and no one will ever know, if the likes of Derrel Sims keep scaring the
serious people away.
"Derrel's implants have never been fully analyzed and they never will be,"
Schatte concludes, "because once they're proven to be dirt off the floor, he
can't make any money on it."
But whether or not they've examined the Implants, experts are growing
interested in the work of Dr. Leir and Derrel Sims. A California ethics
board is investigating the necessity of implant surgery. In Texas, an
expert on ethics thinks it's possible that Sims is practicing psychology
without a license.
The chief investigator knew nothing about his new fans in April. With 70
members of the Houston UFO Network, he was sitting in the dark, gazing at
pictures of rotting cows. "I'm not going to dwell too much longer on
unusual animal death," the speaker said, but he did it anyway, to the point
that even the chief investigator got up and took a break.
He was in the lobby when I found him. Chief, I said, it's not looking good.
Are you sure you don't want to talk to me?
Not a chance. If you write an unflattering story, he said, "all it's going
to do is make you look like an ass."
And that was that. He turned his back then and began talking to whomever
would listen. He told about the five surgeries scheduled for May, the
report he's writing for MIT, the July conference where he'll sit beside Bud
Hopkins and the charity he just founded to finance his research.
He was interrupted at last when a middle-aged man with immaculate hair
stepped forward, rubbing his thumb. The fellow only knew that he had been
watching the surgery video, and the next morning, he had wakened with a pain
he didn't understand.
"Watch it come up right here," he said, rubbing harder. "I push on it and
it gets redder and redder and then becomes a triangle."
The chief investigator leaned over and investigated the man's thumb. Yeah,
could be something was in there all right, but he would a need a thumb X-ray
to know for sure. He gave the name of a chiropractor who does that sort of
thing.
"You just say, 'Derrel sent me,' and he'll smile at you and say, 'Come on in."
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"Your imagination is your preview of life's coming attractions. "
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-Albert Einstein
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"The resistance to a new idea increases by the square of it's importance."
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-Bertram Russel
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If today is the first day of the rest of your life, what the hell was
yesterday?
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"Knowlege is the antidote to fear." --Emmerson
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The best way to destroy an enemy is to change them into a friend
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"Propaganda is successful only when a person absorbs its idea-content
without being aware of it. Propaganda is aimed at achieving a specific end.
If we have concealed its purpose effectively, he --not realizing it-- will
adopt that purpose as his own."
>From a lecture by Joseph Goebbels, the Nazi Minister of Propaganda, in a
German TV documentary made by historian Guido Knopp (1997, ZDC)
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"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against
spiritual wickedness in high places." --Ephesians 6:12
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"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not
sure about the former." --Albert Einstein
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"For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his
own soul?"
--Matthew 16:26
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