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By: Pony Godic

The following is an excerpt from "UFO ABDUCTIONS True Cases of Alien
Kidnappings" Edited and with Commentaries by D. Scott Rogo, 1980, Signet
Books. In this compilation there is a chapter by Bill Barry, on the Travis
Walton abduction, titled "Kidnapped."  There have, of course, been whole
books written on this case.  And, in recent times, it came back into
prominence due to the release of a film based upon Walton's experience.
Since this film involved details not experienced by Walton, i.e. artistic
licence was used, and since the case has suffered skeptical attack and
therefore been attended by a certain amount of controversy, I thought a brief
outline of Walton's experience, minus the arguments and counter arguments
which have waged around it, might be of interest.  In Bill Barry's write up
there is a section in which Walton, in his own words, relates what happened
to him.  For the information of all, and intending no infringement of
copyright, I have extracted this small section. But first time and place:
November 5, 1975, sometime around 6.30 p.m. approx.,
Sitgreaves National Forest, 156 miles northeast of Phoenix.

"TRAVIS WALTON'S STORY:

"The slash pile stopped me from getting directly beneath it.  It was glowing
this yellowish-white golden color, like a huge light bulb... A sound was
coming from it, not very loud, like beep-beep-beep.  Then I heard Mike, or
somebody, holler, `Get away from there!'  And I looked around at them.  When
I looked back at the craft, it suddenly made a real loud noise, and it
started to move, like it was coming alive, kind of an erratic spin-type
movement.  I jumped down behind this log, and I made up my mind right there.
I was going to get the hell out of there. "I stood up, and as I turned to go,
I just felt this electric shot, and blow, like I'd been hit with a baseball
bat. It all happened very fast.  Then I went out. "I don't know what happened
after that, but when I woke up, I was lying on my back. There was light about
three feet above me... I couldn't focus my eyes, and I had a lot of pain, in
my head and chest mainly, but all over.  I kept going in and out. "When I
regained consciousness, I could hear movements around me.  So I looked and
saw these creatures standing there. I just came unglued, became hysterical.
They were short, maybe five feet, with large, domed heads - very large, bald.
They had these enormous brown eyes - oh, man, those eyes - they just stared
through me.  They didn't have any eyelashes, no eyebrows, and their mouths
and ears and noses seemed real small, maybe just because their eyes were so
huge.  They were wearing loose coveralls, orangish-brown, tan. "I jumped up,
screaming at them, and this thing fell off my chest.  It was like a thick
plastic strap that went half way around me. When it hit the floor, it rocked
back and forth.  A light came from beneath it, but there weren't any wires or
tubes in it.  When I jumped up, I hit this one creature on my right, pushed
him back, and he fell real easy into the next one. They had this white,
marshmallowy skin, and their bodies were real light-weight. "I couldn't stand
up very well.  I staggered back against the wall. There was a shelf on the
wall, and I grabbed this clear tube from it and tried to break the end off it
for something sharp to defend myself with.  It was too light for a club.
They started toward me, and when that tube wouldn't break, I just lashed out
at them with it, screaming stuff like: `Get away from me!  What are you?
What's going on here?' "I was just hysterical.  They stopped and kind of
thrust their hands out, like they meant no or stop or something.  They didn't
try to attack me or anything.  Then they all just turned and walked out,
hurried out.  Shoo! they were gone. "This room was really hot.  The air was
so wet and heavy I could hardly breathe.  And my mind was just raging the
whole time.  I felt like I was burned, inside and out, and I ached all over,
too, like I'd been crushed... "Anyway, after a couple of minutes, I went to
the door and looked down the way they had gone.  It was a curved hallway that
went right and left.  I couldn't see anybody.  They had gone right; so I went
down to the left.  I just took off running and went right past another door.
I wanted to find a way out, but I was just hysterical.

 That's the one thing I had in my mind: get out of here.  I was
claustrophobic, frantic.  But I finally got hold of myself a little and told
myself to check out the next door.  I ran up to it, on the right, and it was
open; so I went in. "It was just a round room with nothing in it, except a
metal chair sitting on one center leg in the middle of the room.  It was
high-backed, and I was afraid there might be someone sitting in it.  So I
kind of sidled along the wall, until I could get a look into the chair.  And
a real funny thing happened. "When I got closer to the middle of the room, it
got darker.  And when I stepped back, it got lighter again.  When it got
darker, I could see the stars - through the walls, the ceiling, the floor.
Everywhere I looked. "There was nobody in the chair.  On the right armrest
there was a panel of buttons and a small, green screen with black lines
across it.  The left armrest had one lever on it.  I wanted to find a way out
of there, and across the room there were some rectangles on the wall, like
they might be doorways, just cracks really.  I thought if I pushed the right
buttons, I could open the doors.  So I punched a couple of the buttons, and
nothing happened. Then I moved the
lever... and the stars started moving all around; and the lines on the screen
moved.  The stars stayed in their same patterns.  They just moved all
together, on the ceiling and through the walls. "It was upsetting.  I didn't
know what was going on.  But I quit doing that.  I was afraid I would really
mess something up.  I could really hurt myself.  Then I heard a sound.

I turned around, and there was a man standing there, near the door. He was a
man just like a human being - not exactly Caucasian, but like a dark, evenly
tanned Caucasian.  He was big, over six feet, built heavy, and he was wearing
tight-fitting blue coveralls, with a helmet over his whole head. "He motioned
me over to him with his right hand, and I ran up to him, screaming stuff
like: `How'd you get in here?  How do I get out?  What is this?"  I thought
he was American, just people, as far as I could tell.  This helmet on his
head was like a clear bubble, flattened on top and it came down to his
shoulders.  There weren't any wires or hoses or anything on it.  He didn't
answer me; so I thought maybe he couldn't hear me. "He just kind of smiled,
tolerantlike, and he took me by the arm and led me out of there.  I thought,
I'll go with him, and maybe we'll get someplace where he'll take that helmet
off and he can hear me.  His eyes were kind of strange, bright golden hazel.
"We went down that hallway and through some empty place, kind of an air lock.
 I thought we were outside.  The air just got cooler, fresher; it felt like
out of doors.  And the light was much brighter, like sunlight.  I felt really
relieved, out of that heat, and I could breathe again. "We were in this
building, or larger craft, that had a high curved ceiling. It was like a
quarter of a cylinder on its side.  The ceiling curved into one wall at one
side, and there were three flat walls.  There were two or three craft parked
in there.  They were shaped differently.  They were rounded, oval, and saucer
shaped, but they didn't have any angles to them.  They were smoother and
shinier. "We went through that room and down the hallway to another room,
smaller. There were some other people in here, two men and a woman...  They
weren't wearing helmets.  Their hair was long, dirty blond. "The first man
put me in a chair and went across the room and out a door without saying a
word.  I was talking to these others, asking
them questions, but they wouldn't answer me either.  They just kind of smiled
at me.  Their expressions hardly changed.  Then the woman and one of the men
took me by the arms and started to put me on a table.  I was going along with
it, but they wouldn't answer my questions, and I started to resist, yelling:
`Hey, hang on there a second.'  I was getting hysterical again.  They just
smiled, tolerant, like I was misbehaving.  They weren't mad or anything. They
started to pull a mask down over my face, like an oxygen mask. I reached up
to pull it off, and I went out... "That's the last thing I remember till I
woke up on the highway outside Heber.  It was dark, and I saw one of those
rounded craft hovering about four feet over the highway.  I looked up just as
a light went out, like a hatch closing, or just a light going out.  And then
it just shot straight up.  I don't see how anything could move that fast
without shrieking. It didn't make a sound.  It was just gone. "I ran down to
the phone booths at the gas station, and I called my brother-in-law because
he was the only nearby one in the family with a phone. "Then I just slumped
down in the booth, thinking about it.  I couldn't get those eyes out of my
head.  They were big, glassy eyes, hardly any white in them, all brown.  When
they blinked, it was like shades on a window going up and down.  I didn't
want to look at them, and I couldn't avoid them either. "I was really tired
and thirsty, but I didn't hurt so much anymore.  I just burned and ached a
little bit.  That's how Duane and Grant found me, stuffed down in the phone
booth.  They took me back to my mother's house in Snowflake. On the way
somebody said something that struck me funny, something like how everybody
had been worried about me.  And I said something about how it had only been a
couple of hours.  And Duane said, `Travis, feel your face!'  I had a real
heavy growth of beard. "And he said, `You've been gone five days.'"


Bill Barry, an investigative reporter, began following the Travis Walton Case
when it first happened.  His book on the incident "Ultimate Encounter,"
appeared in 1977.  It's many years since I read it, but as far as I recall, I
found this a well rounded book, packed full of information, and have no
hesitation in recommending it.

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