CALL ME SNAKE

As I’ve said many times before, you never know what the day will bring. Yesterday, out of the blue, I got a call from someone I’d never talked to on the phone before–someone I hadn’t seen in about 20 years and barely remembered, a roommate of a friend I’m barely in touch with anymore. The caller had come across some articles I’d written more than a dozen years ago for the science journal Nature about the now-deceased Harvard psychiatrist John Mack and his research into the UFO abduction phenomenon. The caller asked if I was still involved in that issue (I am not) and whether I had been writing from personal experience (I was not). She had belatedly come to believe she had been abducted long ago, perhaps as a child while living near a now-defunct radio telescope once used in the search for extraterrestrial intelligence. She wasn’t suffering too badly at the moment but still believed “they had played with the wiring in my head” and was wondering if I knew anyone who treated such conditions. I politely told her I had no idea about that sort of thing and wished her luck. I was sorry I couldn’t help but, honestly, what could I do?

Meanwhile, as I sit here near my phone, typing away, I wonder who will call today? What unexpected thing, good or bad, will happen? I suppose the only thing to be done is to wait and see how, at the end of the day, it all plays out.