Taken from Malcolm Smith's Malcolm's Musing's Website - http://malcolmsanomalies.blogspot.com
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Then, only last week I received an extraordinary account by e-mail. By itself this was unusual; you will note that my e-mail address does not appear anywhere on this blog. The lady in question was obviously determined enough to search for it among my other blogs. I am also impressed with the second half of the story, about her unremitting attempts for nearly thirty years to find a person or an organisation who would take it seriously, and perhaps provide some sort of explanation. (I'm afraid I can't help much on the second issue.) She has asked me not to divulge her identity. Indeed, she originally provided only her first name, year of birth, and the suburb where she used to live. You could never trace her with that meagre information. Just the same, she has now provided an amended version which removes even that information. Whatever else can be said about her, she is not seeking notoriety! She has also provided a lot of background information which is not for publication, and does not greatly affect the narrative, but is indicative of her sincerity. I am convinced that this is an account of a genuine experience, make of it what you wish. As she put it:
I suspect my account will be ridiculed and/or disbelieved. I doubt I'd believe it myself if I read it somewhere. But who knows - someone may have experienced something similar, in which case they might be relieved to know they're not alone with their experience. Or, someone may have heard about a similar experience occurring to someone else.
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Hello Malcolm
I came across your site via
another and have spent the past hour or so reading your posts. I've
saved your site in Favourites and will return to continue reading as
time permits.
The reason I'm writing now is
because once or twice, you've mentioned those who believe in fairies,
gnomes, etc. and the impression I gained was one of, 'That's how deluded
some people actually are'. For the larger part of my life, I'd have
agreed with you. However, I became one of those people you've mentioned
and just as you've said you were initially highly sceptical of Yowies,
only to later change your opinion, perhaps my experience might persuade
you to consider 'little people' sightings as potentially valid as the
more common (albeit still rare) Yowie sightings.
I am now in my late 60s. The
experience I'll briefly relate here took place on the southern Gold
Coast, Queensland in 1984. Our house was less than ten years old as
were all the others in the area. At the time the event took place, I
was divorced and lived in the house with my two young children. I'm
neither a drinker of alcohol nor a user of drugs - they've never been
part of my life. I had no interest in fairies, goblins, gnomes, elves
or the like, nor had I been reading about them or watching anything
about them on TV, etc. If asked if I believed in 'little people' I
would unhesitatingly have replied 'no'.
In 1984 I attended a seminar in
New Zealand along with several dozen other Aussies. I'd recently
developed a fear of plane travel, although previously I'd enjoyed it. A
local chemist, whom I knew, had given me three or four tablets to take
an hour before departure to settle my nerves. I took one prior to our
departure from NZ. Consequently, I slept from NZ to Sydney where we
changed planes. I slept from Sydney to Brisbane and slept through the
drive from Brisbane to the Gold Coast. The driver, a colleague, carried
my suitcase into my home. He conducted a cursory check of the premises
before departing. My children were in the care of a neighbour. I was
to collect my children the following morning. [She wished to point out
she was by no means tired when the event occurred. She thinks it was
about 8 or 8.30 pm.]
It was very rare to have a
night to myself. Being well-rested and relaxed, I was looking forward
to spending a few hours reading or watching TV. First, I made a cup of
tea. The television was on. The front main door was open but the
security screen was locked at the catch. As I sipped the tea, I decided
I might as well unpack. I carried an armload of clothes to my bedroom
and hung them in the wardrobe. I noticed the light in the room seemed
unusually bright. Something was strange about the atmosphere. I had no
time to analyse it before I was overcome with exhaustion so intense
that I only had time to stagger backward to the bed. I lay face up on
the bed. I was concerned my shoes might make a mark on the bedspread. I
looked down to make sure only the heels of my shoes were resting on the
bedspread. And that was that. I must have lost consciousness.
Next I knew, I could hear the
sound of several voices. They were argumentative voices and seemed to
telling each other to 'hurry, hurry'. I managed to lift my head and
looked down to the source of the voices. There were several small
people. They were trying to pull me from the bed, feet first and into
the wardrobe. The wardrobe was only half a metre, approx. from the foot
of the bed. I saw that the left hand side of the wardrobe was open.
The wardrobe had two sliding doors. I'd hung the clothes in the
right-hand side which had required that both wardrobe doors be pushed to
the left. And now the little people were trying to pull me into the
left-hand side, which would have required someone to push both doors to
the right. I should explain here that during the event, I must have
been operating similar to a video-camera, in that I 'saw' and heard
only. And what I saw/heard must have been committed to memory. At the
time, however, I did not experience normal thought processes. So what I
remembered afterwards (and now) is the product of my mental
video-camera. At the time, it did not dawn on me that the doors had been
moved. I simply saw several small people trying to pull me from the bed
and into the open-half of the wardrobe.
I experienced no shock or
alarm. Instead, I told myself I had lots of time to continue sleeping
because I was far too big and heavy for them to move very far. Now, I'm
of the opinion those thoughts were not my own but were in some way
suggested to me. Whatever the case, I must have lost consciousness
again, because the next thing I can remember is 'waking up' to find
several people crowded around me. They didn't speak as far as I know. I
was now lying with my head at the foot of the bed, so my feet must have
been at the head of the bed. Again, I was similar to a video camera. I
have very clear memory of how the people appeared. There were males
and females. I can't remember how many, but at least six, possibly
more. One -- a male -- was larger than the others and appeared to be
their leader. He was closest to me. At first he stared into my eyes
with both of his eyes. Then there's a blank and his position had
changed and he was looking at me with only one of his eyes. Something
happened there, but I can't remember. I suspect he was imparting
something to me.
The creatures appeared as the
typical gnomes or peasants from story books. Based on the height of the
bed, their height was perhaps two, to two and a half feet, tall. They
were overdressed. Their clothing was suited to a much colder climate. I
can remember it in considerable detail, possibly because in those days I
did a lot of home-sewing. They were Caucasian. Their skin looked
weathered, as if they worked outdoors a lot. Their skin had a muddy
cast. They had strong facial bones - wide cheekbones, wide jaws, strong
chins and noses. Their eyes and mouths were long horizontally but
vertically narrow and seemed recessed between the strong facial bones.
Best way to describe their faces is as 'squashed', as if a heavy weight
had been placed on the tops of their heads, squashing them downward.
Their bodies were stout, robust, with deep chests, broad waists, strong
shoulders. I couldn't see the bottom half too well. [She later advised
me that the men had no beards or other facial hair, and the women wore
scarves wrapped under their chins.]
I must have lost consciousness
again because when I saw them next, I was still in the same position
(head at the foot of the bed near the wardrobe) but they were now in the
centre of the room, looking at me. I looked back at them. Still felt
no fear or alarm. I just looked at them and they looked at me. I had
no thought processes at that time. There seemed to be more of them than
before. Amongst them were a couple of younger males who seemed a bit
nervous or unsure. The other men were impassive. The women however
seemed to enjoy my predicament. Based on my mental video-recording, I
later regarded them as overworked, joyless and not over intelligent. It
seemed I was simply a 'job' to them. They seemed a bit nervous.
Next I was aware of was the
voices again, as before, querulous, talking over the top of each other
and urging each other to 'hurry, hurry'. I raised my head and to my
alarm saw that they'd almost succeeded in pulling my legs from the bed.
My body was now right way up on the bed again with my head at the head
of the bed and my feet near the wardrobe. When I saw they'd almost
pulled all of my legs from the bed, a surge of adrenaline shot through
me and I grasped that it wouldn't be much longer before gravity did the
rest of the job for them. All they'd have to do would be to steer my
falling body into the wardrobe.
I yelled out and kicked at
them. Then I jumped from the bed and into the centre of the room. The
room seemed far brighter than usual. I remember standing there and
yelling at them. I still wasn't afraid. I was angry with them.
They muttered between
themselves. They looked and sounded resigned, bitter. Then they filed
into the open half of the wardrobe. They seemed to go in then down, as
if filing down a ramp inside the wardrobe.
I stood there watching them for
probably a few seconds. Then -- still with the light seeming far
brighter than usual -- I turned toward the door and left the room. It
was only a small house. The hallway was only three or four metres
long. I left the room, went through the hallway toward the living
room. And that's when I became completely consumed with terror.
Nothing happened between yelling at the creatures and making it toward
the living-room, but in those few seconds I was overtaken by sheer
terror which seemed to escalate with every instant. I've never known
fear like it, yet there was no real reason for it. I suspect now that
when the creatures departed, they removed whatever calming influence
they'd subjected me to during the ordeal itself.
After phoning the colleague
who'd dropped me off earlier that evening, I stumbled out of the house
and into the middle of the road. I was desperate to be with someone and
was moaning in the hope someone would come out and rescue me. I was
completely without shame and must have been reduced to the level of a
small child. But I must stress that I wasn't afraid -- consciously at
least -- that the little creatures would return to attack me. There
wasn't a real focus for the terror -- it just was. The terror was
feeding more terror.
Not long afterwards, my
colleague returned and drove me to his house. He didn't speak to me. I
didn't care. I was just glad to be with someone and to be getting away
from my house. When we arrived at his place, I got into bed but I
couldn't get warm. He put a pile of blankets on top of me but I was
still freezing. I realise now I was in shock. I wouldn't let him leave
the room or turn off the lights. I must have fallen asleep. When I
awakened, he wasn't there. Next morning, he wouldn't discuss any of
it. I was anxious he thought I'd gone insane and tried to explain what
had happened. He didn't want to talk about it, but did say he'd never
seen anyone so terrified as I'd been when he saw me in the road. We
never discussed it again, despite that we married the following year.
When I asked him how long had elapsed between when he'd dropped me off
(after our return from New Zealand) and receiving my phone call asking
him to come and get me, it seemed the entire experience of the little
people had been no more than perhaps fifteen minutes, possibly less.
In approx. 2004, I decided to
submit an account of the experience. In the twenty years which had
elapsed, I had searched in the hope of discovering others had the same
or similar experience, without success. There was no internet then of
course, so I was reliant on books. I found only one mention, in a book
by Jenny Randles, who said 7% of 'aliens' had been described as looking
like 'gnomes'. It was a relief to discover I was not alone in my
experience, although I did not believe the creatures I'd seen had been
extraterrestrial aliens. When I decided in 2004 to leave a record of my
experience somewhere, I didn't know where to submit it. Finally, I
chose an organisation which was a UFO research group in Queensland.
The Qld. research group replied to
say, in response to my enquiry, that they had no record of anyone else
having an experience with gnome-type entities. They asked if they could
publish my account in their forthcoming magazine. I replied I was in
agreement, on the condition they did not disclose my identity. They said
they would not and advised they'd be in touch once their magazine was
published in approx. one month's time.
Some weeks later, the Qld.
research group got in touch with me. They were astounded by the latest
development. They said the day before, a woman in Melbourne had phoned
them. She'd been close to hysterical and claimed gnome type creatures
had been running through her house for a few hours. Her adult daughter
was present at the time. The woman wanted someone to go to her house and
get rid of the gnome type creatures.
The Queensland UFO research
group said they'd told the woman they'd contact someone closer to her
about the situation, which they did. Apparently, the Qld group had
contacted a Melbourne UFO research group and had given them the woman's
contact details.
In telling me this the
following day, the Qld. research group said it was impossible for the
Melbourne woman to have known about my experience, because the Qld
group's magazine had been delivered to their printer mere hours before
the Melbourne woman contacted them. In other words, the Qld group's
magazine hadn't even been printed yet, let alone distrubuted. The Qld
group said they couldn't get over the coincidence. Nor could they
understand why both the Melbourne woman and I ( I live in Sydney) had
contacted a UFO group in Queensland. I said I had most probably
contacted them because my own experience had occurred in Queensland.
I asked the Qld group if they'd
forward my contact details to the woman in Melbourne because I was
eager to compare notes with her. She was the only other person of whom I
was aware who'd experienced the same as I. But when the Qld group
replied, it was to tell me that the Melbourne woman had told them she
didn't want to be contacted, not by me or anyone else. The Queensland
group told me this was often the case. They said people want help at
the time, but once the situation's been resolved and/or when they've had
time to calm down, people become afraid their experience will be
reported in the media. They're afraid they'll be subjected to ridicule
generally and particularly by those they know, such as neighbours,
employers, etc.
My account was subsequently
published in the Qld UFO research group's magazine, in hard copy and
online. My identity had not been revealed and I'd been identified only
as 'C'. Unfortunately, publication of my experience did not succeed in
encouraging others to come forward with similar experiences.
I posted my experience in a
number of online forums afterwards. And I discovered a group known as
the ELFEN Project which professes to be an organisation with expertise
in gnomes, elves, etc. I submitted my account to ELFEN and received a
reply from someone who described himself as Professor B. Professor B
claimed he'd just returned from Patagonia where he'd been investigating
gnome type entities there. He said ELFEN was involved (at that time)
with approximately 60 families in Canada and the US -- families whose
homes harboured gnome and similar type entities. He said ELFEN acted as
mediator between the entities and the families involved. Gnome
entities, unlike ghosts (I was told) do not follow people if they move.
Gnomes, unlike ghosts, I was advised, attach to places and not
invidivuals. I was told that while my experience fell into the top ten
percent of seriousness, it was not uncommon. Apparently, the gnome type
entities sometimes pull people's hair, pinch or scratch them. I was
advised I should regard my experience as a privilege.
Later on, I learned about
Charles Bonnet syndrome. Those who allegedly suffer that syndrome claim
to see imps, pixies, elves. Amost all of them have some degree of
sight-impairment. I read that a teaching hospital in Manchester, UK,
investigated the syndrome. They were at pains to reassure subjects that
their claimed experiences would not result in their being placed in 'a
home', which was of great concern to experiencers. Researchers involved
were at pains it be made clear afterwards that those who claimed they'd
seen elves, imps, pixies, were perfectly sane, lucid and did not suffer
senile decay. Many of the subjects had held responsible positions
prior to retirement. Teachers, doctors, head masters and mistresses,
nurses, police officers, lawyers, etc. were cited as being the previous
professions of those now bundled under Charles Bonnet syndrome, it was
explained. Clearly, sight-impairment played a critical role. Many of
those who'd seen the elves, imps, pixies, had chosen not to reveal what
they were seeing, for fear they'd be judged (by family, doctors, etc.)
as senile. Not all who'd seen the entities were elderly. But
sight-impairment was common to most.
It's said we see only .2%
(that's one fifth of one percent) of all that exists around us. Dogs
and cats, etc. are said to be aware of far more than humans, for
example. Sight-impairment may in some way make people less reliant on
what is generally regarded as visible and may make them more receptive
to what previously had been invisible.
I'm glad I read about the
investigation into Charles Bonnet syndrome conducted by the Manchester
teaching hospital, because next time I looked for it online, I couldn't
find it. The articles I was able to find online tended to be dismissive
of Charles Bonnet syndrome and portrayed experiencers rather negatively.
I do appreciate how ridiculous
my experience will sound to you. That's the reason I didn't discuss it
with those I knew at the time and in all the years afterwards. My
daughter revealed, as an adult, that she'd always known about the gnome
entities at the house in question. It explained many of her behaviours
when she was a child. I asked her why she hadn't told me all those
years ago. She replied that even as a young child, she'd known she would
not be believed. It pains me to admit, she was correct. I would very
probably have told her the gnomes did not exist and she'd simply dreamt
it or imagined it. When I think back to how terrified I'd been as an
adult, I can hardly bear to think of what it must have been like for her
as a child. She'd obviously given the matter a lot of thought as a
child and had worked out that the wardrobe in question and the hall
linen-cupboard were the focus of activity. The two shared a common
wall. My daughter asked me, when she was an adult, if I'd noticed how
she and her brother had always run through the hall. She said they'd
had to 'psyche themselves up' before going through that short hallway. I
hadn't noticed. She said she could scarcely believe I hadn't or failed
also to notice how she and her brother avoided taking their shoes from
the hall linen cupboard. I'd always believed I was an attentive parent,
but clearly I hadn't been.
Anyway, that's it. Not as
brief as I promised, so I apologise. It's my only experience of the
creatures. Quite possibly I might remember more under hypnosis, my
daughter also. But I don't want to know more, to be frank. What would I
do with further information, were it to be uncovered? And I'm of the
belief that if my own mind conceals things from me, then it's for my own
good. Clearly, my memory is faulty -- because if they could reverse my
position on the bed, they could just as easily have pulled me into the
wardrobe. So it seems a 'masking memory' was implanted in my mind.
I do not believe the gnome-type
entities were benign. Their voices and the expressions on their faces
were not friendly. Whatever the entities are, I do not believe they
regard mankind kindly. I consider their actions to be an invasion, an
assault. And the fact they left me in a state of sheer terror is
indicative of their vindictiveness, in my opinion, as is their targeting
of small children. If my suspicions are correct, the gnome entities
are the 'workers' who in turn are answerable to someone/something else.
The imps, pixies, elves, etc. seen by those with -- allegedly --
Charles Bonnet syndrome, do not terrorise witnesses, apparently.
Witnesses do not claim to be afraid of those entities. So very
possibly, although often lumped together, gnome-entities and the imps,
are two different species.
Before I go, I read two
accounts online several years ago which illustrate the effect the
gnome-entities have on others. One account was from South America. Two
women were walking to walk along a bush track when they saw a gnome
entity on the track ahead of them. One of the women was so badly
affected that she had to be taken away in an ambulance suffering severe
shock. The other account was from the UK. A woman said she and her
daughter were on a bus tour which stopped for lunch. The woman and
daughter decided to take a brief walk while waiting for the others to
finish. They walked up a track toward a stile and near the stile they
saw a 'gnome'. The woman and her daughter suffered tremendous terror
out of all proportion to the event, apparently -- which is how I'd
describe my own reaction.
The ELFEN Project
said the gnome type entities have been reported from almost all corners
of the globe, including Hawaii apparently, which was a surprise to me.
When I was searching for answers, I wondered if -- because I was born
in the UK -- the gnomes were some sort of 'race memory'. And I thought
gnomes were a Northern European 'myth, legend'. The American Indians
were aware of them, according to what I've read. And they warned their
children to never communicate with the creatures in addition to leaving
gifts for the entities in the hope their crops would not be destroyed.
My reason for writing to you is to
let you know that the reason some people believe in 'little people' is
because they have no option, having experienced them. Despite being
assured that I should consider myself privileged to have had the
experience, I do not feel that way and wish my daughter and I had been
spared it. I wish I'd had the presence of mind to examine my body to
see if it bore any physical trace of the experience, but I rushed
straight home from my colleague's place the next morning in order to
collect my children from my neighbour's place and to prepare their
breakfast, take them to school, etc. I was also very anxious to arrive
at work looking and sounding perfectly sane after the way I must have
appeared when standing in the road the night before. I was scared of
the experience, scared of what it might mean and how it might reflect on
me. I knew I was sane, but knew I'd appeared otherwise. Just as I
realise how unbelievable this must sound to youSource: This is a letter sent to Malcolm Smith and posted on his website Malcolms Musings which can be found here - http://malcolmsanomalies.blogspot.com/2015/08/attempted-abduction-by-gnomes.html
I hope he doesn't mind me reposting it so that I can add my thoughts on this encounter! Will remove of course if so.
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This paranormal encounter is up there in the scariest I've ever read. Just imagining being dragged into your wardrobe by scary entities is terrifying to me. I hope the victim was able to recover after something so traumatic. Abduction is something that is central to both faerie and UFO encounters. The faeries would abduct babies, small children, women who are just married, and women just after childbirth, as well as certain adults who are particularly beautiful, talented at music, or are of interest to them. Also those who have slighted or annoyed the faeries in some manner can also be abducted. In the cases of the babies, changelings would be put in the abducted babies place, usually an old decrepit faerie, and 'glamoured' into resembling the baby. I've come across numerous accounts in my readings of the reason for abduction being to bring strong human stock into the faerie bloodline, as the faeries health is waning. Sexual encounters are commonly described when abductees return and describe their experience. This is exactly what is described by UFO abductees when describing their ordeals.
Another suggestion for the cause of this account is sleep paralysis. I have personally experienced sleep paralysis and can attest to the fact that anything can happen during the experience, BUT not once one breaks out of the paralysis and wakes fully. The evidence that shows that this account is not a case of sleep paralysis is the fact that the witness stood up off the bed, and the entities were still there! She also found her body moved around to different positions which would have been almost impossible during a sleep paralysis episode.
Another very interesting thing pointed out during this letter is the condition called Charles Bonnet syndrome. Something that crossed my mind during my study of this condition is the possibility that the sight impairment could allow the patient to see through the veil of everyday sight and to notice the entities that exist just beyond our vision. This would explain the sightings of elves, pixies, gnomes etc.
This account could be looked at through the paradigm of a UFO abduction. Alien entities sometimes utilise faerie glamour of their own in the form of "screen memories," inserted images that replace their visual appearance. Common screen memories are owls. (there is an entire book about the owl and UFO connection called The Messengers: Owls Synchronicity and the UFO Abductee by Mike Clelland. An excellent read, I recommend it highly.) Other screen memories include more human like versions of their alien appearances, and even possibly could be gnomes. Gnomes and faeries are a part of western history and folklore that goes back a thousand years and is deep in the collective consciousness. In this case these alien entities could be tapping into that river of history and using the images of gnomes to mask their genuine appearance. The quote used by Jenny Randles in this letter describing how "7% of aliens were described as looking like gnomes" is supportive of my belief that this encounter is a masked alien abduction attempt. Jenny Randles is one of the best ufologists in my opinion, and her research is impeccable, so I feel comfortable adding it to my evidence. Faeries and alien entities are connected, and are a part of the human collective consciousness in some shape or form but with their own consciousnesses, agendas and physicality. These entities as well as UFOs do not have an extraterrestrial source in my opinion. They are earthbound, from the earth, a part of the human experience, yet apart from it at the same time. What are they? I don't know. But in some shape or form they are real, millions of people throughout history have had paranormal experiences and continue to do so. I hope we can continue to research and learn more to help understand this ethereal part of the human experience.
Here is a link to an interesting news headline describing another abduction by gnomes:
https://www.express.co.uk/news/world/704451/Woman-kidnapped-gnomes-goblins-for-week
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