Encounters With Aliens, Angels, & Water Faeries

In the summer of 1979 two small children, ages 3 and 4 were startled to see what they described to adults as a small white monkey, sitting in the tree. What was strange about this was that the sighting occurred in the far north of New England, in a pine forest in Maine. Odder still was the children's insistence that the "monkey" could talk and had asked the children to follow him into the forest. Adults were quick to dismiss the sighting as nothing more than over active imaginations. Within weeks, after repeated scolding by his parents, the younger child had changed his story and said he had made the whole thing up. The older child however, stuck firm to her conviction that there was in fact a talking white monkey and she told the adults that no amount of scolding or punishments could force her to lie and say he did not talk to them, because she had been taught that lying was a sin.
. . . were startled to see what they described to adults as a small white monkey, sitting in the tree.
In the spring of 1983, twenty feet away from that same spot, several locals heard a loud explosion, and looked up to see what was said to be a large football shaped ship. Among the witnesses to this event was one of the two children whom had earlier seen the so-called "white monkey". In the weeks to pass, the sighting was quickly dismissed and forgotten, passed off by some as a military experiment, until by the end of that summer, only the one child, maintained that she had seen anything at all.

With no knowledge of aliens or UFOs, the now 9 year old girl set out to find out what exactly these two strange sightings had been. Her early interpretations was that the "white monkey" had been some sort of faerie. Her story would become even stranger, when one day she told adults that she had continually had conversations with the "white monkey" over the past several years, and had asked him what it was she had seen in the sky that day, to which he had responded to say it was something he called "The VISION-D8", a type of star ship. Local adults, relatives, and teachers began to worry that the girl's obsession with these two sightings was something more than an over active imagination.

At age 14 this same girl was the lone survivor of a mass murder, which had killed five of her friends. After months of court trials, she was left with no friends alive, thus no one to talk to about having been the witness to her best friends' murder, and she closed down talking to no one, barely speaking a word at all, and spending increasingly more time in the forest visiting with "the white monkey".
Odder still was the children's insistence that the "monkey" could talk and had asked the children to follow him into the forest.
At the age of 16, an out of state uncle contacted her bishop and the two of them decided that the girl must be schizophrenic. They called on the help of the state mental institute. Doctors from the institute declared that there was nothing mentally wrong with the girl, saying that she was suffering from normal depression caused by being a witness to a murder, and that it would go away, once she was able to make some new friends to replace the five whom had been murdered. While the doctors would peruse the case no farther, the uncle and the bishop were convinced that the girl was insane and set out to warning members of her church to avoid contact with the girl. A few months later a series of deaths, fires, and unexplained illnesses happened to the bishop and those close to him, resulting in his accusation that the girl was a Witch and had put a curse on him. When no evidence of the girl's involvement could be found, the bishop than turned to the only answer he could come up with: her "white monkey", which she was now calling by the name of Etiole, must be a demon from Hell. When confronted with this accusation, she proclaimed the creature to be a woodland water Faerie, somewhat akin to a merman-salamander.

As the years progressed onward, the girl grew to a woman, and continued to maintain that Etiole was real. Twenty years after the original sighting, she claimed to now know that he was not a white monkey, but rather an alien from another solar system or rather another dimension of Earth. Her continued refusal to deny his existence, combined with the bishop's continued claims that the girl was in league with one of Satan's demons, resulted in a local religious hysteria, as the church congregation took matters into their own hands and set about to multiple acts of violence and vandalism against the young women, resulting in the destruction of her home, and her and her pets being forced out onto the streets during one of Maine's coldest winters. For eight months she and her pets lived sheltered from the snow by only a tarp, surviving on garbage can scraps, and yet through it all, she continued her visits into the forest, to talk with "the white monkey".

In recent years, it was suggested to her, that what she was describing, was not a Faerie, but rather an alien being known as a Grey or else a similar alien being known as a Nordic alien, both beings of which she had no knowledge of prior to this suggestion. With this new information, she set out to determine if this suggestion was correct, and came to believe that the "white money" was neither Grey nor Nordic, though he bore some resemblance to both. Her final conclusion was that maybe both theories were correct: he was a Faerie and Faeries were in fact aliens. She came to dub him as what she calls an Eel Siren, based on his eel-like features, listing him today as a type of amphibious alien capable of living both on land and under water.

The girl in that story, was me, and is the reason behind my pen name: EelKat.

It is still my belief that Etiole is what throughout history, has been known as a Faerie. In recent times however, I have come to question, what exactly it is that a Faerie is. Are Faeries aliens? I don't know. I may never know. I do think it's likely that water Faeries and MerFolk can be classified as "amphibious aliens".

The fact that Etiole was amphibious was never in question. What exactly he is beyond that, I do not know for certain. He is not from here, I know that much, but where (and possibly when) it is he comes from, that I do not know, nor does he seem to know either. He is lost and confused about his past. That he came on a ship is known, but the ship was not made by his people, that too is known. Who made the ship and how exactly it got from one place to another is in question. He is uncertain, however, if he came here from a different planet from a different solar system, or if he came here from an alternate dimension or dispensation of the Earth. (My personal thought here is that there is a very real possibility that he is from billions of years into Earth's future and that he is what the Human race will one day become.)
. . . by all respect he is an alien in the true sense of the word . . .
So, by all respect he is an alien in the true sense of the word, meaning that he is not a native to the place where he is at the present time, wither he originated on Earth in another dimension and is alien to this time frame or he originated on another planet in another solar system, does no effect the fact that he is still "alien" to our Earth.

The question now becomes, what exactly is he? I coined the title "Eel Siren" and that is the "species" I refer to him as, being as I do not know what else to call him. Though the term "eel" may be interchanged with the term "salamander" as well, seeing how he bares resemblance to both. Either way, he is amphibious, meaning that he is just as at home underwater, as he is on land. This in turn brings us to the question: If he is an amphibious alien, than what exactly is an amphibious alien, and are there more like him out there?

Well, this lead me to search Google and surprisingly, I found a lot of info about alien sightings and contacts, much more than I had expected to find, actually. The problem was that most of these sightings referred to what the contactee called "the Greys". I wasn't familiar with Greys so, I had to Google search them as well. I came to the conclusion that whatever the Greys are, Etiole was not one of them, though he does bare a few similarities to them. The Greys, however, sound alarmingly like the creatures whom Etiole refers to as "The Diontite Scientists".

In trying to find out what a Grey was, I was lead to info about a type of alien called "the Nordics". I was shown pictures of pale skinned, blue-eyed, blond beings. At first I looked at these and thought: "That's what Etiole is!" However a few days later, after I had read up more about Nordics, I found them to be much more "Human" than Etiole, and not amphibious in nature as he is.

I went back to Google, this time instead of typing "alien contact", I typed "amphibious aliens". Well, this got me a few results, less than a dozen of the result however, actually had anything to do with amphibian aliens at all though. Most talked about frogs and salamanders that had been brought in from one country to another and were thus alien to the country, but not "alien-humanoid-beings". My search was now reaching frustration points. I did notice one strange thing however. During the 2 or 3 weeks of my Google searching, I kept getting search results for "reptilian aliens", which I avoided checking out. No idea why, I just didn't think to look into them is all.

Well, than I'm looking up info about salamanders and one site comes back telling me they had all this info about: "Amphibians & Reptiles", and that's when it hit me: Amphibious aliens, must be classified as Reptilian aliens. So, finally I looked at a few of the Reptilian sites Google kept giving me, and I did finally find a couple of people who claimed contact with an amphibious alien. However, I have found that of the alien contacts, it would seem that contact with amphibious aliens is by far the rarest sort of contact to have.

Well, seeing how there is no info on the internet about amphibious aliens, I decided, I would have to make one myself, and now, here it is.

Q Etiole, the character of the Twighlight Manor stories you write, is very different from the real Etiole isn't he? How much of what you write about him is fiction and how much is real?

EelKat: I couldn't talk to any one about Etiole, no one would believe me, and when I wrote about the real Etiole things got worse, so that's when I started writing the Twighlight Manor books, that's how the fictional version of Etiole came about. It was the only way I could talk about him without people saying I was crazy. Etiole, the real Etiole, is an alien-being-something trapped here on Earth. In my books, he is half alien, half electric eel siren, born here on Earth, but whose father was an alien trapped here on Earth. As for the real Etiole, I don't know what his race is, he won't talk about it, and he doesn't want me writing down the real names of his planet, or stars or stuff, because he doesn't want Humans to end up going there. He says they are doing enough on their own with all their satellites and such, and he's not going to help them get there any faster. Truth of the matter is, is that that answer is more of an evasive excuse than anything else, because he is very old and he's been here a long time, and he can't really remember too much about his people or where he comes from. He comes up with the excuse that he doesn't wanting me writing stuff down, because he doesn't want to have to admit to himself that he can't remember. I actually question if he even ever did know where he came from. He has absolutely no answers for this at all. That seems to bother him, the fact that he can't remember things any more. It frustrates him.

I do know that he comes from a water planet like Earth. He can't be away from the ocean very long. He's somewhat like a frog or a salamander, his skin is just like a salamander's skin. He lives on land, but he needs to keep going back to the water. He prefers very cold ocean water, that's why he's up here on the coast of Maine. He has to live right on the coast to be close to the water. I get the impression he would die if he moved so far inland that he couldn't run to the ocean whenever he needed too. So that's why when I wrote about him in the Twighlight Manor stories, I chose to call him a siren, because that was the closest thing I could find to being like him.

Both the real Etiole and the fictional Etiole have the ability to absorb electric currents and redirect them, but the fictional Etiole does it differently that the real one. The fictional Etiole does it by touch, but the real Etiole does it by this weird telepathy-like means. When he's angry, he pulls electric currents out of the air and than with his mind redirects them to any place he wants to; (this is mistaken as him "shooting" lighten) and where ever they end up, everything bursts into flames. The fictional Etiole can't do stuff like that. I wrote the fictional Etiole to be sort of a happy-go-lucky goof, he's the hero in most of my stories, he'd never hurt any body. The real Etiole? Honestly? Though he normally calm and docile, he is temperamental at times. I think if he had a way to do it, he'd just annihilate 90% of the Human race. He proudly takes the blame of most every unexplained fire, drowning, or odd unexplained death up and down the whole Maine coast area.

He has an enormous hatred for the Human race in general, because at some point in his past he was captured and tortured. It's happened to him more than once. The first time it happened was about 300 years ago, he was stuck in some circus freak show thing, where he was billed as a mermaid, due to the fish-like nature of his skin, teeth, eyes, and hands. I guess he spent a lot of time being shuffled around side shows, where he was starved, beaten, tortured, caged, and abused something fierce. This would seem to have been an ongoing thing to happen to him during the late 1600's and throughout the 1700's. There is a problem with dating the things he says, as he seems to have no real concept of time as we know it. There is confusion with the dates on events, as he does not view time in the same way we do. He dates things in accordance to their relevance to other events, rather than by times and years, which makes dating the things which have happened to him difficult at best. I'm guessing that his people do not have a system of measuring time.

He was captured by Humans and tortured once again in the 1930's. Again, the date itself is a guess on my part, as he has no concept of dates. He says it was Hitler's scientists who had him, around the time of the Great Wars. I assume he meant the Second World War, but his dates are off and indicate the First World War. Also, he dates his son Phozeen as being taken away from him in 1937. He was very specific about this date, which is odd for his given his difficulty in remembering dates. While he guesses at other dates, he is very specific in that this event occurred in 1937.

Anyways, he seems to be referring to World War II, because he mentions Hitler, Germans, and Nazis, and how much he hates them, and how much he hates anyone who reminds him of them. He was supposed to somehow help them win the war or so they told him. They were testing him, to find a way to win the wars. He already had a hatred for the race he calls the Diontite Scientists prior to his coming to Earth. That, combined with his dealings with the men he calls Hitler's Scientists, instilled an unprecedented hated in him for all scientists in general and pretty much the whole Human race.
He said that Hitler's Scientists called him a Venusian . . .
He said that Hitler's Scientists called him a Venusian because they had concluded that he had came from planet Venus. (He calls himself a Siren.) He said that they were thinking that Venus was like Earth, and they had plans to explore Venus and was expecting they would find more like him. The tests they did were supposedly going to prepare them (the Humans) for what to expect on Venus. He said they treated him like he was some sort of an inferior being, as though he had neither emotions or physical feelings. That they never attempted to find out if he had a name and simply referred to him as "the Venusian". He was never clear on what exactly they did to him, and avoids the topic completely. He has made it very clear, though, that he was there against his will, he was being held a prisoner, and that they were torturing him and passing off the torture as some sort of scientific investigation. It's a sensitive issue which he would rather forget happened.

He did say they kept records, that the scientists were writing everything down, and that the information about him and what they did to him, could be found if one looked for government records about the discovery of a Venusian life form. He says that he was the so-called Venusian life form. Which government he was referring to, however, is in question, though I'm guessing he meant Germany, since he mentioned Hitler.

I'm not sure what exactly they did to him, but he has some internal injury that has affected his ability to travel in space. He's injured pretty bad actually, which affects his ability to move around much at all. He was already injured when I first found him, and had been for many years. His ability to heal, and pretty much his entire immune system were somehow affected. He spends much of his days in pain, and simply wanting to be left alone to rest. As he gets older, he becomes progressively less active. My once playful companion of the 1970's, today has difficulty getting around. He's very old now.

How did he actually get here on Earth to begin with? The VISION-D8 initially crashed into the ocean off the coast of what is now Old Orchard some 300 or 400 years ago (which is how I came up with the dates I used in the Twighlight Manor stories). Etiole was very young than. Originally he lived in Maine, but at some point he moved to France, something to do with all the French explorers that came to Maine, he wasn't too clear on that point and became evasive of the subject, so I got the impression he didn't go to France willingly. Anyways he has spent most of his time here on Earth, in France (which is why I wrote the fictional Etiole as being a French Siren). He was still in France during the time of Hitler's invasion of France. That's when the scientists got a hold of him. From my understanding, he was pretty peaceful and non violent up until that point; he wasn't all hating Humans until after his ordeal with Hitler's scientists. Circus people had hurt him and kept him caged up, but it wasn't until his ordeal with scientists and their test labs, that he became overly paranoid of Humans in general.

What happened from that point, until he ended up with me, is uncertain. He avoids the topic of the scientists, what they did, and how he eventually got away from them. What I do know is that he did get away from them and returned to the original sight of his crashed ship in some sort of an attempt to escape from this planet. And this is apparently what resulted in the VISION-D8 making it's reappearance here on Earth in the early 1980's.

How he came to be with me is fairly simple. He came to Maine again in the 1960's and went back to the original crash site of his ship, which was in the ocean, directly in front of our land, not too far away from where the Old Orchard Beach Pier sits today. Not finding any remains of his ship, he went inland to hide in the swamp of the local forest, and that's how he came to be living in the woods behind our house, in the 1970's, when I was a kid.

I have always been plagued with nightmares, for as long as I could remember, I have slept during the day to avoid sleeping in the dark. My worst nightmares are always of hospitals, doctors, white rooms, public bathrooms, and toilets; my phobia of doctors is so terrible that I have only ever been to a doctor 4 times since I was 8 years old; since I was 8 years I've had terrible memories as well as nightmares about painful geynacological exams, at first I told my parents but they said it was my imagination, so I stopped telling them about it, but it never stopped and I still have nightmares like this on a regular weekly basis; these nightmares have resulted in my extreme phobic inability to be near doctors and a manic phobia of white rooms.

I'd also like to point out something: The nightmares, the hospital and doctor memories, those are very separate memories than my encounters with this "man" Etiole. While those memories are terrifying, my encounters with him are not, nor have I ever had reason to fear him. He is different from the memories and nightmares. Also, a large majority of my encounters with him, happen during the day while I'm awake. I don't recall very many nighttime or sleeping encounters with him prior to my mid-20's. He was more of a childhood companion than anything else.

I will tell you of one of these dreams, because this is one that has haunted my memories for 30 years. And has been one of the events that would have a very profound effect on how other people saw me. I have another reocurring dream about a giant snake - unrealisticly huge, like 300 or 400 feet long, big enough to cover several acres of our farmyard, it always shows up just beyound the edge of the woods where I first saw Etiole. I have not had this dream since my childhood, but back than I had it often. I would be walking towards the woods and suddenly this giant snake would apear and it would start eating everything in site - trees, animals, houses, and than it would come after me. Next thing I knew I was falling for miles and miles down an endless black pit of nothingness. I'd wake up screaming and my eyes would take a while to focus, so I'd be trying to sit up, but everything was black and I couldn't see where I was and I'd fall out of bed (if I was in bed). (I have not used a bed at all since I was 8 years old, so I was quite young when this reoccuring dream occurred).
. . . while snakes terrified me, eels did not, eels are in fact my favorite of all animals and the sight of the eels was a sign of comfort, not a sign of fear. . .
There were a few occasions when this dream ended differantly. In each case of the "alternate ending" I had fallen asleep on the back seat of our family car (the 1964 Dodge 330, which I still have 30 years later, and this is why I still have it) during one of our weekly road trips across New England. There was just the 3 of us - my mom and dad in front talking about the scenes and the foliage and stopping to take pictures and me in the back seat. These weekly road trips took place between 1976 - 1985 (or from the time I was 2 until I was 10). There were just so many times a small easily bored kid like me could look out the window at trees and so I often took naps on the back seat of the car. The dream would start as before, the big snake, me falling and falling, and than, instead of me waking up screaming - I'd look down into the pit and I'd see that it had turned into a salt marsh with tall grass and cool water and the water was filled with big green moray eels (NOTE: while snakes terrified me, eels did not, eels are in fact my favorite of all animals and the sight of the eels was a sign of comfort, not a sign of fear). Instead of falling forever into blackness, I would fall into the salt marsh and be surrounded by the eels, which wrapped around me to protect me from the giant snake. Than I would wake up. And this is when things get "strange" and usualy I do not tell people the rest. When I wake up, I look up at the roof of the car and see instead Etiole looking down at me, I wake up in his arms and I would spend the rest of the road trip chattering away talking with him. I did not find out until many years later that my parents never saw him and thought I was talking to "an imaginary friend".

This was only one of the many ways in which I had encountered Etiole, but this was amoung my earliest memories of him, and would be the memories that caused me to associate him with eels, as well as how I came to view eels as symbols of love and comfort, how eels became my favorite animals, how I learned early on that I could trust Etiole, how Etiole came to become my closest friend as the years went by, and how I came to fight so hard to keep that car each time my parents tried to sell it, and how later, locals got started saying the car was "demon possessed".

Etiole's skin is what stands out most about him. It is a slippery, somewhat slime coated, extremely smooth white with silvery-grey-blue mottling. The majority of his body being stark snow white, with his back, and the sides of his arms and ;legs, being coated with a mist-pattern of tiny speckles. His skin coloration and patterning most closely resembles that of the White Spotted Moray Eel, of Aitutaki Lagoon, Cook Islands, seen in the photo at right ---> (photo credit)

He has no qualms about walking around naked, which he often does, in fact he was naked the first time I saw him. It appears that he wears clothes more out of decoration rather than modesty. His habitual lack of clothes, makes it easy to describe what he looks like.

While the coloration and pattern of his skin is much like that of an eel, the texture itself is like that of a salamander or frog. Very smooth, very slippery, and coated with a clear film of slime. It is more like the texture of a salamander (tough and rubbery) and less like that of a frog (thin and translucent). Again, like an eel, however, his skin has a shimmering, somewhat metallic or metal-flake sheen to it. It appears as though his skin is a dense opaque white, and that the metallic silvery-blue-white-opal sheen hovers over the skin like a translucent outer layer. I believe this to be an optical illusion caused by the reflection of the sun on the slime coating. In direct sunlight he looks almost a pale silver-blue color, however, he rarely ventures out into direct sun, due to the very delicate and sensitive nature of his skin. He comes out on misty, foggy, cloudy, or rainy days, giving preference to the thick dense evening fog that rolls off the cold North Atlantic Ocean. In the fog his skin has a more milky-white-silver sheen, rather than the glistening-blue-silver sheen in direct sunlight.

I think the closest thing in nature, you can find being like Etiole, would be the melanoid albino axolotl, a white amphibious member of the salamander family. But even that does not look right. The axolotl is more matte skinned and Etiole is more metallic skinned.

On his chest is an unusual feature, which on first appearances looks to be hard ridges or folds in the skin, running parallel with his ribs. These are in fact "flaps" which when on dry land close tight over slits or openings in his sides, each opening running between his rib bones. In the water these flaps expand revealing the openings beneath, and allowing him to breath under water. I guess these are somewhat like gills on a fish. He can live quite well under water, though he does need to periodically come up for air.

Etiole's hands are Human-like, yet, very frog-like as well. They are small, with long thin fingers, each tipped with nails or claws that are somewhat like a cross between Human nails and talons. The claws are "clear", but blueish tinted over the skin.

His hands are semi-translucent as though there was a clear outer layer of skin over a white lower layer of skin. There is a thin, nearly invisable "webbing" growing between his fingers, but this can only be seen when his hands are in the water.

His hands are well suited to catching fish, which he scoops up out of the water and eats raw.

I think it was his eyes which caused us to refer to him as a "white monkey" all those years ago. Etiole has huge, round, blue eyes, which are very similar to the eyes of a Black Lemur.

Etiole has unusual teeth, not too unlike teeth such as commonly found in fish, such as piranha, tigerfish, and sharks. They are small, pointed, and razor sharp. His teeth a clearly meant for ripping through raw flesh. Like a shark, he has multiple rows of teeth. I wouldn't doubt, that if he set his mind to doing so, he could easily tear a Human's hand off in a single bite. I think if I had to compare them to any one creature, I would say that they most resembles the teeth of a deep sea Moray Eel.

Teeth of a shark. (photo credit)

In the guestbook at the bottom of this lens MiaBellezza wrote..."I would love to see a photograph of Etiole. Do you have one?". Though I answered this question in the comment box, I felt it required farther explanation and so am adding this section.

My answer was this:

"no, there's no actual photo, photograph attempts have come back as nothing but a gray-brown blur and nothing can be made out at all. Unfortunately, most pictures of myself come back the same way. . . the only pictures of me, are the ones taken on road trips - when I'm miles away from home. There's lots of pictures of my before I was 8, but as a teen there are only 2, as an adult only 5 or 6 - yet dozens are taken each year - none of them come out. There is a picture of me right near Etiole, I'll see if I can find it, so you can see what I mean. Someone told me once that this is typical of someone whose been around radiation, and that he's most likely giving off some sort of radiation and that's why he can't be photographed, as well as why I can't be photographed when I'm too close to him. I don't know anything about radiation, so I don't know if that explanation is true or not, I can't explain it myself and that's the only answer anyone ever came up with

The the right is a recent photograph attempt of me. When Etiole is near me, this is the result. This photo was taken a year ago, in my garden, a few feet in front of my "demon possessed car", a few yards in front of Etiole's Swamp. As you can see, like nearly every other picture taken of me, it is blurred. Since Etiole rarely leaves my side, there are very few pictures of me at all, and never has there been a successful picture taken of him.

And this picture, taken 3 weeks ago, is the first picture of me to develop unblurred in nearly 5 years. This was taken in New Hampshire on the Vermont boarder. You can see the difference.

Both photos were taken by the same person. On each of these days several dozen photos were taken, but in the first set of photos ONLY the photos I was in came out blurred, all other photos were as clear as the second photo.

It is not just photographs however, but the entire camera. I buy at least one new camera a year. In the past twelve years I have had to buy nearly 30 cameras, both film loaded and digital. As mentioned earlier, about Etiole's effect on car systems, his effect on cameras is the same - they simply stop working.

Attempts to photograph Etiole have always resulted in the same thing: dozens of gray and brown streaked photos and a camera that has had all it's moving parts "frozen" into position and no longer capable of shooting more photos. As a teen, I made an attempt to photograph Etiole, and my "demon possessed car", the result was the ONLY two photos of the car to exist (see farther below on this lens). I went through 12 rolls of film that day. When I sent the film to be developed, I was contacted by the photo lab, asking if my film or camera had been exposed to "extreme heat", they than explained that of the more than 300 photos taken, less than a dozen had developed, and less than half of those came out clearly, among them the two pictures of the car. As a teen I had a goal of becoming a professional photographer, and was a very regular costumer at this photo lab, sending in orders every month. Because there were so many pictures (taken with 3 different cameras, btw) it was an very expensive order and the photo lab was concerned about developing these photos and than charging me for something that did not develop.. They sent me the "damaged photos" (as they referred to them) and refunded the money I had paid. When I received the photos, what I got back were blank black photos with gray and brown stripes running diagonally across them.

While I'm on the subject of things that don't work after Etiole has been near them: I probably own more watches than anyone I can think of. Since I was 8 years old, I have bought a new watch an average of every 6 months. The only watch I have ever had that did NOT stop working after 4 to 6 months, was a wind up watch which lasted several years before it too stopped working. I used to attempt to replace the batteries in the watches, thinking that batteries had died, but they never start up again, not even with new batteries. One year I bought a $70 pocket watch, thinking that maybe a more expensive watch would last longer. It did, it lasted about a year before it too died. This watch has since been examined by two different jewelers, neither could find anything mechanically wrong with the watch, both attempted putting various new batteries into it. Today, due it's decorative nature, I carry this watch with me every where I go, but it's been 8 years since it stopped working and no one who has looked at it has been able to restart it.

Like watches, I have clocks on the wall. None of them work of course. I stopped buying clock to tell time with years ago, now I just buy them as ornaments, because within 3 or 4 months of buying them, they always stop working. All I can say is it's a good thing I don't have a job where I have to tell time or be on a schedule, because I'd never be able to know when I was supposed to be somewhere.

Today, I tell time, as Etiole does - by the sky. As it turns out, once you get used to doing it, it is pretty easy to guess the time from the sun and the moon. And, I finally found myself a clock that works: a sun dial. If I need to know the time, I've a sun dial in my garden, and that's right 6 months of the year (I can never remember when to change the time so for 6 months of the year I'm an hour off.)

Q What do aliens/faeries eat?

EelKat: Aliens in general? Couldn't say; don't know. Etiole in particular? Fish, mollusks, slugs, snails, frogs, frog eggs, fish eggs, slug eggs, snail eggs, caterpillars, worms, bugs, clams, crabs, and most every other similar soft bodied small creepy crawly type thing; raw, uncooked, usually eaten while still alive. We live in a forest where slugs are everywhere, he just walks around eating them. Raw.

He'll eat most any Human food, with ice cream, cheese, wine, sea food, and a French recipe known as Star Gazing Pie, being his favorites. He's lived here a long time, he learned to adapt. He lived in France a long time, he learned to love food.

He has somewhat of an uncontrolled predator like attitude towards his food, not like the way Humans eat at all, but more like the way a wild animal eats: sneaking up on the food, grabbing it in a lightening quick move, and than devouring the thing raw and whole in a split instant. The way his hands are, he can reach into water and pull out slippery fish with no trouble at all. Fish and other seafood pretty much make up the bulk of his diet. What he ate before coming here though? No idea. He's certainly well suited to catching and eating fish, him being somewhat fish-like himself.

Q What is Star Gazing Pie?

EelKat: I actually have the recipe, I found it in some old magazine after searching far and wide for it. Turns out it is a "local/regional dish" made by a few tiny café's on the coast of France. It is essentially a savory pie, in which the upper crust is cut open and fish heads are inserted into the slits, so that their eyes are facing upwards "gazing at the stars" and thus the name of the pie.
He's got this thing about eyes. Eyes fascinate him.
He's got this thing about eyes. Eyes fascinate him. He eats eyes. From my understanding, there is another version of "Star Gazing Pie" in which the filling is made of fish eyes. He describes it as somewhat like caviar. I'm guessing that if given the choice, he would eat nothing but fish eggs, frog eggs, slugs, and eyes. He seems to have a preference for small round squishy "foods". I started buying large pearl tapioca for him, which he calls "fish eye tapioca".

E tiole's mental capacity and sense of logic are one of the things that makes him stand out as very much non-Human. He does not think, act, or respond like a Human in the least. He is highly intelligent and yet it is an intelligence after it's own right. There are times when he thinks, acts, and reacts in a very Human-like manner, but this is often not the case. His actions tend to be child-like, irrational, and almost like that of a wild animal.

He has a natural fear of Humans embedded in him, much the same as any wild animal. His first response to everything, (especially Humans) is to turn tail and run. One could say he acted like a deer in this respects, or yet again, an eel. Like an eel, he is prone to scurry away into a dark corner and hide for hours.

When angry, his actions are like that of a temperamental tantrum throwing three year old. His furry is fierce when he is both cornered and provoked. Again, like an eel.

While he can read, he rarely does so, and it is with great difficulty. I have never seen him attempt to write, and do not believe that he is able to do so, due to the webbing of his hands.

His concept of time, dates, years, economy, numbers, money, clocks and other things of this nature is seriously lacking and limited at best. He views these things with a quizzical curiosity and than tosses the idea of them aside as silly and a pointless waste of time. He quickly forgets about them, and when discovers them again, is once again puzzled over them, as though he had never heard of them before.
He has a child-like fascination about absolutely everything.
He has a child-like fascination about absolutely everything, but is a bit of a scatter-brain, with an extremely short attention span and a memory that seems to be fleeting in many areas. He has an attitude of: "Oh look a dog!" and than the next day, "What is that?" (about the same dog). His attention span is short causing him to change topics with alarming speeds and quickly forget what he said only moments earlier. "I said that? Really? Don't remember. Wonder why I said that?" is a very common phrase with him.

And yet there are other times when his intellect seems like that of some wise old sage or prophet. He will ponder over certain subject for hours, days, or weeks; sex being one of them, and probably the topic he spends the most time puzzling over, the Bible being another of them. He's more than obsessed with the topic of sex, and his opinions of the Bible and religion are deep set outlandish at best. Bibles and Book of Mormons have a habit of going missing around here. He takes them. Don't know what he does with them, cause I never see them again once he takes them. But he keeps taking them.

There is an odd thing about Etiole, that I'm not sure how to explain or why exactly he does it, but, he touches everything. He'll walk up to you, touch your head, touch your face, touch your hands, and you can't stop him, it's like he hypnotiszes you or "freezes" you, while he does it. It's weird. It's like he's trying to "look inside" and "read you thoughts" via the touch of his hands. It's not done in a threatening sort of way, but rather, more like a sign of affection, like a hug. He does it with everything. Plants, animals, rocks, cars, houses, furniture. It's almost like an obsession, like he can't walk past something unless he stops to touch it first. It's very strange.

He places a great deal of importance on love and caring for others (religiously so). He is constantly disgusted with the fact that Humans use the word "love" too loosely and without any real meaning. He views anyone who puts anything above (or treats it as more important than) family, as being evil and in "need of a lesson it set them straight". I would not put it about him to "punish" any one he perceives as mistreating their family, as well as anyone who does not treat those around them with kindness and love.

He has a frightening ability which I've only known him to do once, and did out of extreme rage. Etiole had told me of a certain person, whom was my friend at the time, that this person was lying to me nearly every time he opened his mouth, and that the lies were snowballing getting deeper and deeper as each day passed. This was a person whom I had known for many years and held a great deal of trust and respect for. Etiole, had for several years been warning me to stay away from this person, saying that he was not to be trusted. It was an odd incident, because in all my years I had never questioned Etiole's judgment of anyone and always believed Etiole's words without question, but in this instance I defied him repeatedly, until one day, Etiole, became completely infuriated over my not believing him about this person. The person was telling me that he had to leave on a trip, and Etiole, who normally keeps his distance when anyone in around, came and stood behind me, and said (via his mind meld telepathy thing): "He's lying to you." Using the same telepathy thing I said back to Etiole: "Shut up!" in what I believe was the only time I've ever talked back to him. I was angry with Etiole for interfering.
I saw several events happening all at once, playing in my head like I was watching a dozen movies . . .
In a fit of rage Etiole grabbed hold of my arm, and than grabbed hold of the person beside me, and what happened next, just about blew me away. I can not describe what happened exactly, it was so strange, but it was like suddenly I was inside this man's head, like I was him, thinking his thoughts, remembering his memories, seeing things he had seen. I saw several events happening all at once, playing in my head like I was watching a dozen movies, things that had happened over the past 2 or 3 weeks, things this man had done, hings he had thought, things he had said, places he had gone, people he had been with, everything, it was all there, all these memories, and I saw the mountains of lies he had been telling me to cover up the things he had been doing the past few weeks prior. It only lasted a few seconds but it seemed like it had gone on for days. When Etiole let go of my arm everything went back to normal.

That experience scared the hell out of me. I didn't know what to do or say or how to react, and so I responded by not having any contact with this person for a week, while I sat in my room and tried to figure out if I had really seen anything at all or if it had just been my imagination. By chance, a week later, I crossed paths with one of the people I had seen in this "memory", and I stopped and asked them if they knew the person in question, and if the event I had seen in the "memory" had happened, to which the woman said it had and asked how I knew about it. I did not answer her and walked off more shooken up than before. That night, I called the man from my mom's phone and asked him about a different event I had "seen" (not the one with the woman I had met), and he became infuriated and demanded to know how I had found out about it. I don't know what came over me, but I just started listing off several of the things I had "seen", telling him that I knew about everything he had been doing the past few weeks. He demanded to know who I had been talking to and how I had found out these things. To which I answered: "You know who told me" (he laughs at the thought of Etiole and does not believe in him; this man is one of the people who believes me to be quote: "mentally disturbed" as he often reminds me) and hung up on him.

I never was able to fully explain what it was that Etiole had done that day. That he can feel the emotions and see the thoughts of those around him, that I have always known. That he can transfer his own thoughts, feelings, and emotions into you, I've always known that too. That he could take someone else's thoughts and feelings and put them into you or you into them (I'm not sure which way it was), that was scary. And yet, though he had done it out of anger, he had not done it to be mean, but rather he had done it to prevent me from being hurt by this person. His logic behind doing it, was like everything else he does, done out of love and protection.

Throughout my entire life, I only ever went to one doctor: my pediatrician, and only than on 4 rare occasions: chicken pox, mononucloisus, chicken pox again, and surgery on my hand. Once I reached 18 I was too old to go back to him, and since 18, due to my lack of medical insurance, and my on going phobia of doctors and white rooms, I have not had a doctor at all.

The final time I would go to a doctor, came about when I was 27 years old, ten years after my fourth doctor's visit and like those before it, it was for a reason, out of the normal realms of a normal doctor's visit. It was this doctor's visit, which would bring Etiole once again into the public eye and cause wave of terror in the local residents, which was soon followed by the destruction of my home and everything I owned at the hands of several religion crazed locals.

It was the first and only time I went to a doctor other than the pediatrician I had gone to as a child, and here is what happened, from the doctor to Etiole to the terror crazed locals:

I was 27, soon to be married, and for about three years, my health was getting terrible. My soon to be husband demanded I see a doctor before we could marry. Though my fear of a third bout with chicken pox was still ever in my head, I knew this to be not related to my lack of chicken pox immunity. I went to the doctor to find out why I was having my menstrual period for 9 days in a row, every other week in stead of once per month. This was going on for about 3 years. I was having my period every other week instead of once a month. The times of not having my period were growing shorter, until by the time I was 27, there were only 3 day breaks in between my periods. This was also when the unexplained bruises on my arms, stomach and legs had reached their worst. When the bruises started they had been small. As the years went by they grew larger, until they reached the point when they were sometimes as much as 8 or 9 inches in diameter. In addition to the unexplained bruises, and the now near steady bleeding, I had developed crippling stomach pains, which were effecting my ability to stand or walk.

At first, the doctor said I looked as though someone had beaten me. He also thought I had the signs of having been raped. He became deeply puzzled however when I explained to him, that these symptoms had been on going now for a period of three years. He wondered why I had not sought help prior to this point, but I explained that I had no medical insurance. I had just applied for state coverage and they had given me some sort of temporary card, that was only good for a one time visit to get a regular check up, which was how I was able to come in. The state however, would not approve me for a regular card, because my income was too low to be eligible, and I was not a minority race or an immigrant, and I was not a single mother (these being the only options for someone my age in my income bracket).

After hearing how long I had had these symptoms, the doctor told me he suspected that I had a rare menstrual disorder, PMDD I think he called it, something like that. He said there was no known cure for it, that it was the likely cause of my heavy and near endless periods, my crippling cramps, and that my blood loss from it was likely the cause of the unexplained bruises. He than said women who had it could not have children.

He said it was very likely caused by a tumor or cyst in my ovaries, which he said I did have, and which he suspected of being cancer, but the only way to know for sure was to have a series of tests done, which the state refused to pay for saying that such tests were not covered as part of a physical exam. He said that without running ant tests, his best guess was, giving my family's history with cancer, that I most likely had ovarian cancer, which could result in causing this menstrual disorder which he suspected me of having and was a likely cause for all of my symptoms. Because I have no medial insurance, an income of less than $200 per month, and am not eligible for government help, I could not have the tests done to determine wither or not his guess was correct.

He said my only option (the only option the state would cover) was to have a hysterectomy, and that either way, a hysterectomy was basically the only treatment there was for either the menstrual disorder, tumors, cysts, or cancer. He said the only cure for each of these things was simple to remove the organs entirely. I refused to do this, and left.

The next day, I told this to my future husband on the way to church, but the instant I mentioned the fact that I had cancer and could never have children, he called off the wedding and started telling me how he was going to leave me for Mary Stackpole, a women he worked with.

We were sitting in the garden swing chair in my garden situated just four feet away from the Goldeneagle, the dead car which sits in my rose garden, the car in which Etiole lives, and where Etiole was at the time I told my boyfriend what the doctor had said. My boyfriend's reaction was to say he never wanted to see me again. Etiole was furious. Etiole was beyond furious. Etiole was already mad at the doctor. Etiole had been working up his fury all week long. My boyfriend's actions, was the tip of the ice burg that set Etiole off and started his rampage, which is still on going today. I have never seen Etiole get so angry before. I have never seen anyone get so angry before. It became very clear to me that day, that Etiole could, if provoked, become alarmingly dangerous, even deadly. Etiole was ready to kill. If my boyfriend had set out to do so, I think it would have been very likely that he would have seen Etiole that day, because Etiole was certainly angry enough to not be worrying about wither or not any one saw him.

Etiole is a strange telepathic sort of creature. He can get inside your head and see everything you are thinking and feel everything you are feeling, and he can put his thoughts and emotions inside of your head. He can do something else too, he can take the thoughts and emotions of one person and because he now knows them, he can transfer those same thoughts and emotions into someone else.

Etiole did something that day, which he had never done before: he locked his emotional telepathic mind meld onto my boyfriend. Etiole and I have an odd connection. What he feels I feel, what I feel, he feels. What I see he sees, what he sees I see. What he did was to use that connection to connect my mind to my boyfriend's, and I saw everything he had been doing for the past several months. What I saw scared the hell out of me, not what I saw, but that fact that I saw it, the fact that I could see it. I saw him out on a date with woman from work. I saw him always with a women and her two sons (a different woman, from the first, this one from church). And I saw that several "trips to the Boston Temple" in the past month, had actually been to visit a woman. A week later, I asked my boyfriend about these events, but did not tell him how I had found out about them. He became furious and accused me of spying on him, than admitted to each of these events, and than started boasting of his proud beliefs in polygamy.

He broke my heart, Etiole felt that. Etiole feels everything I feel. Etiole's heart was broken when his son was taken from him, that was an agony he never wanted to feel again, my pain brought that back. My boyfriend, became in Etiole's mind, nothing less than Hitler. There is no one Etiole hates more than Hitler. My boyfriend's actions that day, made Etiole think of him as Hitler reborn. Etiole wanted to kill him. Etiole's fury that day was unlike anything I have ever seen before. I had to plead and beg with Etiole, to swear never to harm my now ex-boyfriend. That was the day I wrote a list and gave it to Etiole. The list was a list of names, people whom Etiole was never to harm under any circumstances. There are only four names on that list; hurting any one of them would hurt me. Seeing Etiole's great anger that day, it became very important that Etiole understand that if he did not want to hurt me, than he could never hurt these four people. He agreed to that and than focused his anger elsewhere. I have never seen Etiole so wanting to kill someone as he was that day, but with my boyfriend forbidden territory he turned his anger towards the doctor instead. The next day the building in which the doctor's office was, burnt to the ground. The news said that somehow some chemicals in glass bottles had fallen off the shelf onto some other glass bottles of chemicals and blew up, resulting in a huge massive and super hot fire that wiped out the whole building in a matter of minutes.

Neither event pleased Etiole in the least. Etiole and his obsessiveness over my having a family, meant that news I could not have children, sent him into a raging fury, news that cancer was the cause, did not make him any happier, and my never to be husband leaving me for some one else within seconds of hearing I had cancer and could not have children, sent Etiole over the edge.

This event, shocked the whole town, and reinforced the rumor that I was either a very powerful Witch or was being protected by a very powerful poltergeist. No one ever did determine what exactly happened, or how the fire got started, but shortly after my visit to this doctor, the building in which his office was in burned to the ground, from a fire so hot that it melted the tires off the cars in the parking lot. Some reports say the office was hit by lightening. Other reports say that there was a mix up in the chem lab. One report said lightening hit the chem lab. In any case, the doctor's office went a mile high in a mushroom cloud over the town. This incident stood out, making this the 30th odd something fire to have happened to someone, shortly after they had said or done anything to harm me, and it would result in people who knew me, to gather the forces of the town manager and the town council in an attempt to destroy my car, which was believed to be possessed by a poltergeist, which was said to have been the creature that started the fire. Interestingly, that same week, at my ex's house 5 towns away, his house was hit by lightening, and his beloved huge big screen TV was fried. (You have to know this man and his house with multiple tv's in every room to know just how damed important his tv is to him, to understand why Etiole took out the tvs as a way to hurt him.)For the first time since my childhood, Etiole was once again, the fierce topic of discussion, and once again, people took to hysterical accusations and fear filled religious superstitions of demon possession.

O ne of the more terrifying aspects of Etiole, is his claim, that he is the creature responsible for the hundreds of Human deaths that have occurred in the Saco/Biddeford region of Maine. He claims to be the "Spirit-God of the Saco River" whose help had been called upon by an Indian chief, after the murder of the chief's wife and child.

While living in Old Orchard, my entire life, it is a constant occurrence to hear of people/Humans drowning in the Saco River, due to the fact that the Saco River drains out into the ocean, via our beach, and thus the Coast Guard are monthly dredging the area in search of the most recent drowning victims bodies.

When you go inland more up to York Hill (aka Factory Island) in Saco (where the Indian chief lived all those hundreds of years ago) you will find dozens of small white crosses, wreathes, letters, memorials, etc, put there by the families, friends and loved one of those who fell into the Saco River along the banks of York Hill. Every year, more memorials get added, as each year more deaths happen.

In 2008 there were 5 drownings in the Saco Bay (the Saco River Delta); 3 in 2007; I know, because I live on the first house after the bridge over the damn, and every few months, I watch from my bedroom window as the Coast Guard closes the dam, and dredges the river in search of bodies. Most years the bodies wash up 2 or 3 days later, in the Gully at Old Orchard Beach. When the Coast Guard comes in the not only close the dam, but they close the local roads. While the searches are going on, the family and friends of the person who feel in gather at the Water Street Park in Biddeford (across the River from York Hill). I live on Water Street. I watch the Coast Guard and the families gather here at the base of York Hill 2, 3, 4, sometimes 5 times a year. To date, no one who has ever fallen off York Hill has ever been found alive. In my 33 years of life, I do not remember a year go by that did not meet this annual event of "search for the bodies". (We ended up in Biddeford after becoming homeless in 2006).

They say there are even more deaths up North, and as the river is one of the biggest, widest, and longest rivers in New England, no doubt there are more deaths that I don't hear about. I'm only familiar with the York Hill deaths, which happen here at the dam just before the River delta drains into the ocean.

Can I believe his claim to be true? I don't doubt his ability to cause bizarre things to happen. Nor do I question the fierceness by which he chooses to protect those, whom he has "claimed" as "his". Nor can I over look the fact that he arrived in the area in the 1660's and the Saco River Curse started in the 1670's shortly after his arrival. Nor can I deny that the swamp behind our house is only a 40 minute walk from Factory Island in Saco or that he could very likely swim the distance in half that time. Would he take protecting someone who he had "claimed" with such deadly force even 300 years after the one he was protecting had died? I actually think he would. He certainly believes the concept of an eye for any eye and a tooth for a tooth. He often refers to himself as "an Avenging Angel sent to punish the wicked".

His concept of time is so outlandish, and his memory-span so mixed up, that for him, I think he would remember the promise he made to the Indian chief, as though he had made that promise yesterday. So for us, while 300 years seems a long time, for him, it's only like 3 or 4 days have gone by.
He seems more mischievous than dangerous.
Of course, there is a the question, of wither or not he is what he claims. Is he a dangerous creature? Yes, I think he could be, but, I have never known him to be anything other than kind and loving. He wants to be feared, but I don't see him as a fearsome creature. He has a deep love and respect for life. He has an ever glowing kindness for everything. He protects animals, fusses over plants, and and "sermonizes" over the evils of war, hatred, and fighting. It's odd, his being so dead set against violence and tan, claiming to be involved in the Saco River Curse. The two things just do not go together. And than you got to take into consideration the fact that he left here in the early 1700's and spent some 150 years in France. He was not here, and the Saco River Curse went on without him. He seems more mischievous than dangerous. Rather, he delights in causing Humans to think he is dangerous, more to keep them scared to come near him and bother him.

Do I believe in the Saco River Curse at all, must also be considered. You see, every river, everywhere in the world has drowning victims, and the bigger the river, the higher the number. So when you get a river (and a white water rapids river at that) as big as the Saco River, you are bound to have drowning victims every year; it would be odd if you didn't.

I think he was there. I think he saw the woman and her child murdered and I think he heard the chief put the curse on the river. I think somehow, being there and seeing that happen, somehow he got it into his head that he was causing the curse. I think he's confused about what exactly a curse is. He doesn't think like we do. He does not understand the same things we do. I think, he is all mixed up over this, and I don't think he actually had anything to do with the Saco River Curse at all.

W hen not hiding out in the swamp, sitting on the roof of my car staring up at the sky, or playing poltergeist and making mischief for local church goers, Etiole spends his time, more or less doing nothing but singing and dancing all day and all night. He love to dance. He spends hours doing nothing but dancing around in circles, sometimes slowly and methodically, sometimes wild and crazed. He also has a great love for ballet and fine art.
The best time to actually see Etiole, is at dusk when the fog is thick or any time there is a heavy thunder storm.
Swimming is much more than a hobby, it's a necessity. He can not survive without water. From what I can tell, the longest he can go on dry land is no more than three days. He must be in water in order to replenish the slime coating on his skin. He takes to the ocean at night, when there are few to no people/Human on the beach. By day he spends his time in the swamp, brook, or pond. Swimming, is thus one of his hobbies, but more out of necessity. However he does take great pleasure in swimming.

The best time to actually see Etiole, is at dusk when the fog is thick or any time there is a heavy thunder storm. On both occasions he can be found running wildly in a frenzied state, that defies explanation, and can only be described as some sort of a wild "rain dance". One must keep their distance from him during a lightening storm, however, as he attracts bolts of lightening to him. (And with the 300 year old 200 foot tall Great White Pine trees in our yard, that creates one hell of a light show if you are crazy enough to stand outside, between the ocean the brook and the swamp, under the 2 tallest trees in town and watch a crazed water-faerie dance on the roof of a metal car in the lightening.)

Etiole has an overwhelming attitude of bubbling joy. He says that Humans take things too seriously, that they need to be more open to just letting go and dancing in the rain, for the pure pleasure and joy of doing so. He says we shouldn't take life so seriously, and we would do best in life if we always have joy and share that joy with those around us. Happiness breeds happiness. If happiness and joy could be described as a hobby, I think it could be said it was one of his hobbies.

I believe you could classify his endless obsession with sex a hobby of some sort. It's a topic that over weighs all other topics, and no matter what you ask him, somehow the subject is going to get turned into how it relates to sex. According to him, everything relates to sex, sex being the underlaying cause and reason for everything else in all of existence, and sex pretty much being the meaning of life. I would go so far as to call him a sexual predator and a potentially dangerous one given his ability to link his mind (and will) to yours inducing a hypnotic state, putting you completely under his control. He has on occasion referred to himself as a "retired incubus" and has been known to boast of sexual attacks on young (Human) women during his youth, calling them "his girls" and giving their number at being in the thousands. I get the impression that he tries to have sex with every female he meets, but will quickly back off if there is any hint of refusal, though he seems to be a walking aphrodisiac making the desire for refusal nearly non existent. His telepathic ability to know your thoughts, feelings, and emotions gives him a clear advantage of knowing which females are not going to refuse to have sex with him. While his short attention span makes him switch topics at alarming speeds, once the topic has turned to sex, he will stay with this subject for hours. To call his interest in sex an rabid obsession would be an enormous understatment.

He plays music. He has an instrument which he calls a lute, but I'm not sure that it is a lute, though it is like a lute. It is made out of the same silver colored metal as his huge crossbow.

The crossbow. I don't know if you could call it a hobby or not, but he is immensely skilled in the art of shooting a crossbow. As I said, he is a soldier, a former Captain, and from what I gather, among his own people a much feared warrior. From what I gather, his hatred for men like Hitler, stems from the fact that he himself, was long ago, not too very different from Hitler. He is now abandoned and ignored by his own kind, and my impression is that this is more out of a great and terrible fear of the havoc and destruction he had caused while he was a Captain. Though he tries to block them, I have seen his memories, and he has killed thousands, in his youth he was viscous and ruthless, lacking mercy and compassion for those whom he hunted down. He was given the nickname "The Silver Arrow" and was feared as the deadliest warrior to ever exist among his kind. The nickname came from his silver crossbow, a huge implement, much larger than any type of Earth made crossbow. The bow is made out of an "indestrutable" metal, the same metal the VISION-D ships are made out of, a material Etiole calls "Luberderm" (not sure if I'm spelling that correctly). The color is similar to platinum, a very, white metal. The arrows are what makes the bow stand out though. The arrows are "electrical", there is no earthly way of describing them, and I know of nothing on Earth that is anything like them, and can only describe them as being like lightening bolts which have been harnessed and formed into arrows. The arrows have a disastrous effect on anything they pierce, causing instant death, leaving the victim a blacken smoldering crisp or a pile of burnt ash. They can also start fires should they hit a house or a tree, etc. The remains they leave behind can only be described as looking like having been hit by lightening. Etiole has a fine honed precision skill with the crossbow, that makes him lethal, as his aim never misses it's mark.

E tiole, is not a frog, but being very frog-like, it can be considered that what effects the fogs effects him. He needs conditions much like those needed by a frog, in order to survive. This aspect of his biology, makes him rather religious when it comes to his view of the planet and what Humans do to it. He says "Look to the frogs, they'll be the first to go." He also says "Where the frogs go, the Humans shall soon follow." His implication is that the Human race is in grave danger, should anything of ill nature happen to the frog population. It's almost as if he is warning us, that he has seen our future. It is these types of somewhat cryptic quotes of his, which cause me to think that he is from Earth's future, rather than from a different planet.
. "Look to the frogs, they'll be the first to go."
He is not religious, however, he does have beliefs which one could call quite religious, though they are not technically speaking religious in nature, for example, he is extremely against fighting, war, violence, etc. I believe that his outspoken hatred for acts of violence, may have had a great effect on my views about such things as abortion and death penalty (both of which I am against), due to his views that they rank among the worst abominations acted out by Humans.

An odd thing about him, is that he is neither vegetarian, nor animal rights activist, and yet, he deeply dislikes and is alarmingly appalled over the way Humans treat animals (running them to extinction) and nature (deforestation to build factories and cities). He seems however to be deeply environmentalist in his views, especially in regards to trees and wet lands. He worries excessively about the fate of the frogs, about the loss of swamps and marshes, and about Human lack of concern in these matters.
"Where the frogs go, the Humans shall soon follow."
While not speaking so much for animal rights, as he is the evils of scientists (whom he refers to as the evilest of all evils), one thing that can be noted of Etiole's "religious convictions" is that he has a greatly felt and deep set belief against scientists, due to the pain and suffering they inflict upon those they hold captive. Clearly, this was brought about by his time held captive by men he calls "Hitler's scientists". He "feels the pain" of animals in those laboratories, and is haunted greatly by the pain and suffering that was inflicted upon him by men claiming that their torture of him was being done "for the good of all". I can say that growing up with him and his fear of science labs, did have a deep effect on my own beliefs on this matter. Indeed it was Etiole's constant railings on the evils of animal test labs and murderous scientists which incited me to start the Proctor and Gamble Boycott all those years ago.
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Etiole calls Humans "loofs" (fools spelt backward), saying that they are all digging their own graves and they are too stupid to even know it. If you get him started he will rail on about the "idiotcies" (his word for idiots being idiotic) of Humans. His belief is that Humans are destroying themselves by destroying their (our) planet. It seems that when he was younger he had made some attempt to "set them straight", but that today "Humans are just as stupid as ever" and thus he has "given up on them" because "the idiots are beyond help" and he is "too old to care anymore". I get the impression that he once had great hopes for the Human race, but that those hopes have since been shattered and he has basically given up whatever mission it was that he originally had. In a way, this is like a sort of "religion" to him, though not religion as we would equate it. So I'm not sure what exactly to call it.
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E tiole is not an especially religious "person", he borders somewhat on what we as Humans would consider an atheist. (He does not believe in a single God/Creation by spiritual means/etc.) Myself, I'm very religious, to the point that many locals refer to me as a "Jesus Freak". So, what he believes religious wise and what I believe are deeply at odds with one another. We agree to disagree without being disagreeable and thus we continue to get along fine in spite of some huge gaps in religious differences.
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As for religious views such as worshiping a God or believing in a Creation, he says that the universe always was, that it had no beginning and will never have an end, and that Humans are stupid for thinking that it had to have "begun" and or that is has to end. He classifies scientific theories such as the "big bang" and religious theories such as "the 7 days of creation" as foolish at best. He says that what we call "God", "angels", "demons" etc, are nothing more than man's misinterpretation of visitors from "outside this earth", such as himself. He warns of the dangers of worshiping a God saying that some visitors liked the foolish theories of man, and thus started masquerading as "God", "angels" and "demons" in order to fan their own vanity and take advantage of foolish people who didn't know any better than to follow after anything calling itself "God". He says that several different beings have masqueraded as "God" throughout history and across many nations and that this is the reason why so many different religions started on Earth and why while they are all different, every religion has similarities.
.Oddly, though he does not believe in a "God" or creator or creation, he does have a deep and unfathomable faith in, or rather respect for, Jesus.
Oddly, though he does not believe in a "God" or creator or creation, he does have a deep and unfathomable faith in, or rather respect for, Jesus. He will quote Jesus, and often says that if only Humans had listened to Jesus words rather than running around preaching religion, the earth would not be in the mess it is in today. He says that Jesus never preached religion, never started a religion, and never intended any of the dogmas and superstitions hat evolved as a result of his words.
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He also says that Jesus was a half-breed, one of them and one of us, and that Jesus was on a mission of peace to stop Humans from destroying the planet and each other, but that the Humans who had recorded Jesus' life in the Bible, wrote everything down in such a twisted manner, all riddled with superstition that there is very little truth in any of the accounts of Jesus at all. He says he continues (as do many others) to follow in Jesus footsteps to try to get mankind to learn to love one another and stop destroying everything around them including each other. He says that this has nothing to do with any superstitions or religion or going to heaven and hell, but rather that it effects our future on Earth, or rather their future as what we do will effect them (I'm assuming by this statement that they are what the Human race will one day become millions of years from now, but I can not be certain of this.) He says that all Jesus wanted was for us to learn to live in harmony with nature and with each other, but that men twisted Jesus' meaning.
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Etiole says that because mankind is so stupid and primitive that they misinterpret everything as "coming from God" or through the mentality of superstitions and religion, when in actuality it has nothing to do with any of that stuff at all. He is exasperated and frustrated over the fact that people hear the words, but than instead of acting on the words try to figure out some hidden meaning or interpretation, when in fact they should have taken Jesus's words at face value and left "God and religion out of it".
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Etiole says they were as we are and we shall become as they are, and that ancient Humans misinterpreted this to mean "going to Heaven" after dieing, and that that is how the myth of heaven and Hell got started.
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He also says that people should be punished for their crimes, and he quotes the "eye for and eye; tooth for a tooth" phrases from the Bible. He says that if you do things to other people intentionally out of meanness, it will come back on you. He says this in the tone of a threat, almost as if to say, they will be punished by his own hand. It's almost as if he is saying, that for every bad deed he catches you doing, he will see to it that the very same bad deed returns full force back on you. Again, he has often referred to himself as an "Avenging Angel", implying that he is here on Earth to punish the wicked.
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Do I believe any of this? I don't know. I am open to the possibility that what he says is true. I can see how it could be true. It's like, I want to believe there is truth in what he says, but at the same time, I have the religious beliefs I was raised with, still in the back of my mind, telling me that I should stick with those instead.
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How do I interpret his beliefs? Well, while he does not believe in a God or Savior per sae, he does believe in Jesus and the teachings of Jesus (love one another, do unto others, etc) and that I find is the reason I do not have difficulty thinking that maybe, just maybe, he's right and the religions of man really are wrong. But for now, I do not know what to believe.

But WHERE did he come from?

I don't really know. I don't have an answer for that, and he's, well, like I said, his mind seems addled and scatter brained. If I was going to try to label a diagnosis on him, I'd say he's got Hyperactive Attention Deficit Disorder on the very far reaches of the bell curve. He can't hold a topic more than a few seconds. I sort of wonder if this is not some side effect of whatever it is that the "Hitler's scientists" he talks about, did to him - it's like his brain has been rewired or something, so that it's like a tv that constantly changes channels. This causes problems in actually asking him anything and than expecting to get an actual answer out of him, because he's likely to have not heard the entire question, due to some butterfly having caught his attention and his runs off to chase it before your even got half way through the question. It's exactly this nature about him, that literally screams "faerie" rather than "alien".

In any case, I have asked and he has answered, more or less, in his own rampant mismatched scatterbrained sort of way.

Whenever anyone asks me where Etiole is from, they ask me this assuming that he is an alien from another planet, but actually, he has never specifically SAID that he was from another planet. He uses vague terms rather, like "far away" or "from beyond here", which COULD be interpreted to mean another planet, but not necessarily. Keeping in mind here, that he does not claim to be an alien. He calls himself either a Siren or an Avenging Angel. It is Humans who have said he was an alien. Like I said, Etiole is evasive, he's never been forward with information.

He does mention that he comes from a planet. But again evasively. "A" planet does not necessarily mean it is actually a "different" planet, since we ourself do in fact live on "A" planet.

He comes from "A" planet near a white dwarf. Well, he didn't call it a white drawf, that's what I interpreted his discription of it to be. He says their sun died and turned white. It blew up and destroyed most everything around it. Some sort of super nova collapse or something to that nature, near as I can tell. He a solider, not a scientist or an astronomer, and he does not seem to have a very good knowledge of astronomy at all. In fact, I doubt that he has much formal education in anything really, as he gives no indication of ever having had any form of formal teaching in any subject at all. From that I came to the conclusion, that his home planet is crippled, and in orbit around a white dwarf. A planet nearing the end of it's days. (Note that I say "A" planet - I'll explain why in just a minute.)

Obviously it's a water planet, much like Earth, otherwise he wouldn't be the fish-like, merman-thing that he is. He needs water to survive. A lot of it. Thus he stays near the ocean. He calls the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, his home, only he calls it "The Twighlight Forest" and points out that the trees "used to be" much taller and more dense, and he can take me out into the forest and show me where his father's house stood. The house sits along side the Great Gorge at Crystal Falls, a canyon-like revive that drops off well over a hundred feet before reaching Bachelder Brook. He remembers jumping off the rocky cliffs of the gorge's mouth into the beach. Our beach: Old Orchard Beach.

My family has owned this land since 1657. There has NEVER been a house, let alone the 500 room 4 story tall stone fortress-like mansion he describes, and the trees here, through big 200 year old pines, are not old enough to be the giant "redwood-like" pines he describes. There is no gorge in the Ross Forest, but there IS a Bachelder Brook - it stretches on for miles, but at it's widest it's not more than 8 feet across, and at it's deepest it's never more than three feet. The Swamp at Bachelder Brook, is the unnamed swamp I refer to as "Etiole's Swamp" seen in the photos above. There are no cliffs on Old Orchard Beach, there are no rocks at all, except for one small group barely 2 feet high and 20 feet across that shows up at low tide. It is seven miles of fine grained sand and dune-grass - not a rock to be seen. So you see, he seems to be remembering the future Old Orchard Beach and not the past Old Orchard Beach, but a future millions of years away and a future where because of the mass extinction of the frogs, almost no animal life exists anywhere, most plant life has withered away, the Human race is so changed that they are no longer "Human", the landscape has turned into cratered rocky canyons, his father pretty much rules the planet from a huge stone fortress because his father owns some of the last remaining vegetation, and the planet is on the brink of collapse.

I have found some of his conversation puzzleing though, because I get the impression that he is not actually from another planet, but rather from Earth itself, but somehow has stepped through some sort of dimension or alternate Earth or something like that. You see, in order for the things he remembers being in the forest behind our house to be where he remembers them to be, many tens of thousands or even millions of years would have to have passed - just for there to have passed enough time for our tiny Bachelder Brook to have become the bottom of some massive canyon-like gorge. Millions of years would have needed to pass to turn our miles of smooth beach into jagged rocky cliffs. I don't think he is from another planet. I think he is from here, right exactly where he is. I believe he is from Old Orchard Beach, Maine, but not OUR Old Orchard Beach, Maine. I don't think he's from another planet, I think he's from another time. I think he is from our future. I think he is what the Human race, will one day become. And his constant worrying about the fate of our frogs, highly indicates that, and also indicates that the disappearance of our frogs was some how the event that triggered the downfall of the entire Human Race.

The only actual name he's ever mentioned was Zetasha, (again, no idea if I'm spelling that right or not.) I think that Zetasha is his planet's equivalent of our North Star, at least that's the impression I get, but what it is, where it is, or what name we would know it by (if we know it by any name at all) I have not a clue.

Zetasha, I think is equivalent of our North Star. It seems to be a bright star, which can be seen from their planet, that they used to measure maps, other stars and planets with. It is not in our galaxy. I'm not sure that it can be seen from Earth. Or rather, it's not in our time, I think would be more correct. Like I said before, it's almost like Etiole is what the Human race will be thouands of years from now and some how he's stepped through and come out in our version of his world. His constant warnings about taking care of the wetlands and his constant desperate plea for Humans to do something, ANYTHING, to prevent the extinction of all of the frogs, indicats that he has come from a time on Earth, when there are no frogs, and the total extintion of the frogs has somehow created a massive widespread change in the entire Human race, resulting in us no longer being "Humans" but something totally different. He worries and panics and fretts over the fact that the frogs are dieing out. When I first meet him in the 1970's, it was differant - he was so happy that we had frogs left and right all over the planet. It's almost as if he thought we had some how changed history and the frogs did not die out in our dimension the way they had in his, but than in the late 1980's all the local frogs vanished practically over night and local scientist can't figure out why, and now Ettiole is just in a constant panic over it . . . it's like, he's seen this happen before and he's terrified that our Earth will become his Earth.

Anyways, I got off track there. I think Zetasha is a very bright light - a really, really bright light, like it is a solar system or a planet or a star or something really big that blew up and changed the night sky so that there's always this really big bright light. It's almost as if he's describing The North Star, only after it has blown up and turned into this really big white light across the sky.

He has also mentioned Diontites, more specifically, the Diontite Scientists or the scientists from the Planet Diona. They are an alien race . . . A race he refers to as an alien race, meaning they are from outer space, some place different than him. He hates them. From his description of them, I believe what Etiole calls "The Diontite Scientists" may be the same as the alien beings that Humans call "The Greys".

I think Etiole is from here - from Earth, but Diona, I that's a different matter entirely - From my understanding of Etiole's scatterbrain ramblings, they are not from Earth, and they are the builders of the VISION-D ships. He says his home is "far away", but compared to Diona, we are neighbors. He describes Diona as "on the other side of the universe, as far away from here as you can get". Of course, he describes Earth as his "home" as well. I think by far away he means another dimension of Earth that is very hard to get to, at least we Humans don't really have a way to reach it, at least not alive. The spirit world, heaven, faerie realm, something of that nature. But Diona. Diona is different. Diona is like, on the other side of a black hole or something, the way he describes it . . . almost as if it were Outer Darkness or Hell or something of that nature.

I recently read this quote on a chat group: **There are probably other realms or domains of existence that inter-penetrate ours - but on a higher frequency** (I'm not sure if you'll be able to access this link or not, it may only be viewable by members, I'm not sure)

THAT is EXACTLY what I've been saying for years! I've been seeing things since I was 4 years old. All the adults around me kept saying I was crazy- I'd point out people and animals and buildings that they did not see; and I'd see colored glows around every one. I got pulled out of school when I was 8 years old because of it. Every one was terrified of me because they thought I was crazy. Than years later after I became an adult - I found out I had Autism, and that I wasn't crazy for seeing these things, but that it was NORMAL for autistics to see things like this, because we use different sections of our brains than non autistics do, and thus we see things on a different frequency.

It is my belief that being Autistic allows me to see into a dimemsion that exists all around us, but that most peopl can not see it because they are not useing the parts of their brain that allows them to see it.

I believe that eventually science will discover that people who see aliens/ufos/angels/faeries/etc are different from people who can not see them, because their brains are "wired" different, so they are able to see certain things better than other people.

Regarding the recent witch and witchcraft accusations along with threats of excommunication, Etiole has had this to say, in regards to where he comes from and how it is that church leaders could classify me as a Witch: Etiole says he is from the place which was referred to in Medieval times as "The Hedge" and my association with him, most notably the fact that I am able to see him, hear him, and talk with him, DOES in fact, by Medieval Human Mind Frame, put my into the classification of being what Medieval Humans called a "Hedgewitch". What follows is Etiole's explanation of where he is from and how my being able to see him could be translated as witchcraft:

There is much confusion over the name Hedgewitch due to the change in the meaning of the word "hedge". Hedge originally meant: the dimension between the physical world and the spirit world; the dividing line between the two, where beings from either side could enter and communicate with the other. Today a hedge is a type of bush or shrub used to make a fence, so named because it divides two property lines.

Because so few people are well educated, most have no knowledge of the original meanings of half the words they speak in their daily vocabulary. The problem with this is that it causes them to than mistranslates other words which incorporate those same mistranslated words. This has happened with the word Hedgewitch.

The common misconception is that Hedgewitch is another title for a Green Witch, Garden Witch, or Kitchen Witch, because people hear the word "hedge" in the word "Hedgewitch" and assume this is meant in reference to a green leafy shrub, when in fact it is meant in reference to the fact that a Hedgewitch is a spiritual person who can cross into the hedge which divides our physical world from the spirit world and has absolutely nothing to do with plants or gardens at all!

A Hedgewitch by true definition, "practices magic" (ie does things that can only be explained in the spiritual not the physical) with the help of a Familiar, often a Faerie of some sort, which has traveled to our world through the hedge. As such Hedgewitches are commonly said to practice "Faerie Magic", which for some odd reason causes people to assume Faeries are little flowery garden things and so farther causes confusion, with Hedgewitch falsely being defined as a Green Witch ( a Green Witch being a medicine woman who heals illnesses using herbs).

Hedgewitches living on coastal beaches are sometimes called Covewitches. A cove is a hedge that separates the physical world from the spirit world at an entrance over water, usually the ocean.

Etiole adds a word of caution:

Faeries ARE NOT cute little beings that flit about in pink tulle, flying from flower to flower on butterfly wings, granting wishes and doing nice things. Faeries are dangerous creatures with a deep dislike for Humans. They are short tempered, self centered, vain, violent, quick to enact justice, and show little compassion. They can change their size and physical appearance at will, so can APPEAR to be small pink winged creatures, but keep in mind that this is only an illusion meant to trick you. Most Faeries, without the Faerie Glamour, stand about 4 feet to 5 tall, have pale white to grey skin, large round eyes, and long thin fingers. They are telepathic empaths who can "get inside" your head and make you think they look like anything they want you to think they look like, wither it be a tiny pink flower fairy or a 30 foot tall snarling black dog. They have the ability to change energy fields (including brain wave patterns) and can thus not only make you see things differently than they really are, but can also heal illnesses or create them simply by changing the flow of energy as it passes by your body. They are rarely seen by Humans due to their ability to bend energy fields around them, resulting in them "becoming invisible".

The Fey are a race of beings astronomically more intelligent and advanced than Humans. Most Faeries show very little concern for Humans, thinking of them, in much the same manner as Humans think of ants and mosquitoes - an unintelligent annoyance to be swatted if it gets in your way, but otherwise you just ignore it and never think about it. As such only the extremist eccentrics of the Fey Race ever bother with Humans - they are Human Rights Activists, in the same manner in which PETA members are Animal Rights Activists. These are the Faeries witch we Humans thus know as "The Elementals". They are the nature conservationalists of the Faerie Realm, looking to preserve the Earth and prevent the extinction of it's lesser beings (Humans being among the so-called lesser beings which they are trying to protect from extinction.) This is why so many people who work with Faeries, are also Green Witches, Garden Witches, and work closely with plants and animals, but that does not mean that every one who works with Faeries is a Witch. It's not that all Faeries are Nature Spirits, it's just that the Faeries who enjoy working with Humans tend to be the environmentalist type. Faeries who work with Hedgewitches, as a general rule are "Good Faeries", kind loving, peaceful, and seeking to help the Human Race (and often refer to the Human as their "pet".) These "Nature Spirit" types usually come to the Human without the Human seeking their help, choosing the said "Witch" over other "non-Witch" Humans because they see the potential in advising this Human over a different Human, due to the "Witch" being a person on a higher spiritual level. Once the initial contact has been made, the Human can than call upon the help of this same Faerie again and again, whenever help or guidance is needed.

Not all Faeries who initiate contact with Humans are good or helpful however. Like the teen aged Human who finds it fun to tie a tin can to a cat's tail, throw rocks through windows, and paint-ball cars, there are many teen aged Faeries who do the same. Faeries have a much longer lifespan than Humans, living several hundreds of years, which means they have a period of about 200 years of being "a teenager", and many of those "teen aged" Faeries take great delight in tormenting the lesser animals, esp, the Human ones. Because of this, it is highly dangerous to call on the help of a Faerie at random, because more often than not, one of these teen aged prankster types wil be the one to answer your call. Many of them are actively on the look out for Humans seeking Faerie assistance, and are quick to jump to the call, but for their own entertainment. The results are often disastrous for the Human who requested Faerie help.

Just like Humans, however, the environmentalists and teen aged pranksters are only a small minority of the Fey Race. Their realm is bustling with teachers, businessmen, children, adults, and regular average workers just like our world is. Most of the Fey are too busy with their own lives to take any notice of Humans at all.

Like the Human world, Fae has it's "Einstein's" as well. The Scientists of Fea are almost "gods" in their abilities, when compared with the sciences of Humans. Not evil in the true sense of the word, Faerie Scientists are among the most dangerous Faeries for a Human to come into contact with. These Faeries are what we as Humans refer to as "The Greys". They are not extraterrestrial aliens from another planet as popular culture says, but rather Faerie scientists from another realm of our own Earth. Like Proctor & Gamble and it's tests on cats and dogs, "The Greys" are a group of scientists from a Faerie science laboratory, collecting Human specimens for their tests. As Faerie science advances, they gather more Humans for testing. The Faerie scientists are the reason for the out break of so many "new" illnesses (such as AIDS, New Swine Flue, etc) in resent years. They are highly dangerous Faeries because their research often results in loss of Human life.

Unfortunately, like the Human world, the Faerie Realm, also has it's "Hitlers". These are the most dangerous of all the Fey, and when finally banished from the Realm of Fey, are cast into our Realm for the Humans to deal with. These dictatorial Faeries, are power hungry control freaks, often masquerading under the title of "God". God is a Fearie word (not a Human wiord) and it does not mean a Heavenly Father or Creator Spirit, as it does in the Human world. The the language of Fey, God means "One in Power" or "One Who Seeks to Control" or "The Almighty One", in other words, a being who calls himself by the title of "God" is a dictator. It is important to understand that "God" is a title, not a thing. The "Gods" banished from the Fae and cast out into the World of Man, are very evil, dark Faeries with twisted minds, seeking to build up armies and kingdoms, with the goal being to create a powerful Human Army, to help them return to the Realm of Fae and take their "rightful place" on the throne as over lord over all of Fae. These power hungry Faeries, seek out Humans looking for answers to life, and deceive them with false promises.

Like the Teen aged Prankster Faeries (mentioned above), these God Fae are also always seeking out Humans who call upon "higher authority" for assistance, and these Faeries, with all their vainity, will often make a grand show of pomp and circumstance with fire and lightening in order to dazzle the Human calling for assistance, thus causing the Human to start worshiping the Fae and calling the Fae "God" at the command of the Fae itself, who is proclaiming to be "God". Unfortunately, the influence of these Faeries is so powerful that they are able to gather up prophets who build up churches and religions to them. All of the world's religions, both the Christian and the non-Christian, were each originally founded by one of these God-Faeries and it's Human followers.

Know what you are doing BEFORE you start trying to contact any Fey, and NEVER call on the assistance of a Faerie unless you are absolutly certain you can gain the attention of one of the helpful nature types. Calling on the assistance of a Faerie, without full knowledge of what you are doing or who you are invoking to help you, can be extremely dangerous and have disastrous results. Like Humans, Faeries are neither good nor evil, but like Humans they can do good or evil things depending on their attitudes, occupations, and temperaments! Be careful!

NOTE: This information about various types of Faeries and their dealings with Humans was given to me by Etiole`, who describes himself as a Water elemental Faerie known as a Siren.

Q Your experience being homeless. It's gotten a lot of publicity the past few months and has resulted in your being asked to write a book about . . . uhm . . . aliens? I believe the book is about how the general public treats alien abductees after finding out the person is an abductee. Is that correct? Is that what started this whole thing? You claimed to be an alien abductee and people went into hysterics over it? Can you explain this?

EelKat: I'm not an abductee, no, but yes, it was an alien who caused the mass religious hysteria. This whole this got going big time after the Twilight Books came out, and caused some people to remember my old Twighlight Manor books. It was my Twighlight Manor books that caused the problem. Etiole Swanzen, the silver skinned alien merman, who is the main character of the series. He's the problem. He's not a fictional character, and that bothers people. A lot. Back when I first started writing the Twighlight Manor books in the 1970's and 1980's they were straight up non-fiction retellings of my conversations with "The White Monkey" as I referred to him back than. The harassment started way back than, but it was just one or two people at church than, mostly just telling me that I needed to stop going into the woods and spending so much time talking to an "imaginary friend".

I didn't know what Etiole was back than. He wasn't Human, I knew that much. For about 20 years, I just called him a Faerie, because, well, I had no knowledge of aliens back than. In fact, it was only suggested to me in the past 3 years, that he may very well be an alien.

Well, in 1993, I took all of my old non-fiction stories about him and rewrote them into the 1993 edition of Friends Are Forever. That's when things got bad at church. My bishop, read some of it, and just completely freaked out. He said only a madman would write the stuff I had written. He's the one who said I had schizophrenia. For 3 years, he told every one in our church that. As the years went by, however, weird things started happening to him and his family, or so he said, and he started saying that I was a Witch and had put a curse on him. That's when other church members started freaking out, cause they believed him.

Than one day my bishop started saying that he now believed me. He was now positive Etiole was real, only he said Etiole was a demon sent from Hell to kill us all. The guy totally flipped out. He started saying my car was possessed with a demon and he's the one who got people wanting to destroy my car. A lot of the members say my car is haunted, they all have different theories, but they all pretty much came to the conclusion that if they sent my car to the junk yard it would "end the curse". I never was really sure what curse it was that Etiole was supposed to have put on them. They were not making any sense any more.

I wouldn't let them in the yard. I wouldn't let them take my car. That's when they started the thing with the paint balls and the death threats stuck in our front door. I stopped going to church after that, because, I really thought these people were hysterical enough to try to hurt me, and as it turns out they were. Someone, I never found out who, dumped oil in our brook and killed all of our ducks. There have been several occasions where people have stolen parts off of my car, I guess they plan to take it away one piece at a time or something. We used to have this big old barn from the 1800's, but they came in with a bulldozer and knocked it down in 2002. The police looked into it and the state police got involved, and the next thing I knew we had ABC News reporters in our yard wanting to know what had happened. We ended up on the front page of the local newspapers, because of it. I hated that. It was the newspaper articles, I think, that really set the church members off though, because the reporters had gone to church to interviews various church leaders and members as well, and they got really pissed off about. That's when they town manager of Old Orchard Beach got involved. He was a member of our church, and he said I had caused the town and the church to get a lot of bad publicity. Well, they shouldn't bulldozed our barn. If they hadn't taken the barn down, we would not have called the police, and the police would not have called the state police, and the state police would not have contacted the reporters. But that's when the town manager fired all non-church members of his council and than replaced them all with church members who he knew would help him, get me out of town.

Here's the thing, our town was settled in 1881, but my family (Native American I might add) have been living on this land since 1657. It's the oldest land in Maine to still be owned by the original family. So while he was making laws to force us out, none of his laws applied to us, because of Maine's "grandfather law" which states that families living here long enough, do not have to change with the new laws. One of the laws he changed was to un-list Old Orchard from a "rural zone" and change it to a "business/residential zone". LOL! We got a poultry farm in a business area now because of it. Because the farm had been here for well over 300 years the change in zoning was null and void on our land. He even created a law which states: "no growing of vegetation", in an attempt to stop us from growing vegetables, but again, that law went null and void too, because the gardens have been here over 300 years.

In the end, the town manager turned to the bishop for what to do, and the story of my believing in aliens resurfaced, along with the story that Etiole, was not an alien, but rather a demon living in my car. That's when the town saw an onslaught of weird laws about cars, including one that states "you may not own more than one car per property owned". This one got half the town in an uproar when they tried to enforce it by towing people's cars right out of their driveways, saying that they owned too many cars. Among the cars they took, included my mom's Buick, my dad's Oldsmobile wagon, my dad's pick up truck, and my dad's farm car affectionaly named by church members as "666 OED" (Old Evil Devil). In the end, they took every single one of the cars in our driveway and junked them. Funny thing about this was, that the car in question, the one supposedly demon possessed, my 1964 Dodge 330, is in my rose garden where I use it as a garden seat/decoration and can not be seen from the road; in fact it is so well hidden that it can't even be seen by NASA or Google satellites either (I checked)! LOL! So they took all of our cars thinking that they had taken care of the problem, but left behind the one car that they were trying to get rid of. LOL! OMG, these people are freaking insane. I can't believe they took our cars. Well, thing was, they took a lot of people's cars. Dozens of families all over town were waking up to find their cars had been junked.

We have 12,000 people in our town, and only 375 of them are members of our church, and well, once the town manager started changing laws and doing all this weird stuff, all of the 11,7000 people that were not members of the church, started asking questions, and before long the FBI got called in to investigate the town manager. That's when we found out about him having fired every one and replaced them with church members. The investigation went on for about 6 months, and than the newspapers started telling us about other things: embezzlement of city funds, secret town council meetings held out side of the town hall, tax money being used to fund the town manager's own agendas. It was a mess. Than the investigations went farther, and reporters announced that our town, Old Orchard Beach, was the fourth town that this man had down this too! The investigation lead to a background check, and it was found out that the town manager had been run out of three towns out West, for the very same reasons! Today, the town manager and all of his church appointed council have been fired on grounds of fraud.

Me? I'm back off the streets again. I still have my "demon possessed" car which was the focus of much of the fuss, and I still spend much of my time, in the woods, in the company of a creature of debatable origin. Faerie? Alien? Demon? I don't know and I don't care. But yes,, I've talked about Etiole for 30 years now, and it has been the cause of people's reaction to me. My refusal to deny his existence, ultimately was the tap-root of the problem which caused people to do the things they did which resulted in my becoming homeless, and resulted in reporters writing articles, and well, resulted in the request that I write a book about Etiole, the real Etiole, not the fictional Twighlight Manor version of him, and to tell how people reacted and reacted violently and out of well, their fear of aliens.

I have an older website about what was going on and on it was a blog which was updated daily, and contained every single act of vandalism and violence as it was happening. On that web site was also a list of the names and mailing addresses of every one involved in this, along with a request to help by protesting what they were doing. That's how the FBI got involved, someone reading my site contacted them. I have no idea who it was, but thanks to them, the vandalism stopped in the Fall of 2008 and since that time there has been no farther attempts to destroy my car. They destroyed my property. They killed my pets. They burned down our home. All because of a car. Why? Why did these people think they were justified in their actions? By their own claims they said they were "doing the will of God". Were they? Does God

Q So you were not abducted by aliens?

EelKat: No.



Q And you never made any such claim?

EelKat: Never. I mean, I didn't even know such an idea existed until around 2005 or 2006. I was unaware of the concept of alien abduction, I live a pretty isolated life, other than going to church on Sunday I rarely leave the house. It's highly unusual for me to have face to face physical contact with other Humans, so I don't get to hear about new fangled ideas and such very often. No, I've always referred to Etiole` as a Faerie not an alien. It was people from my church who called him an alien, not me. It was people from my church who called him a demon, not me. It was people from my church who called him a poltergeist, not me. It was people from church who said these things and spread these rumors about me.

Now I've got people I don't even know, come up to me and ask me questions about aliens and UFOs like they think I'm some kind of expert in them, but I'm not, I don't know anything about either aliens or UFOs. They ask me stuff like "What do think about Roswell?" And I was "About who?" I'd never heard of Roswell before, I had to Google it to find out what they were talking about. I keep getting asked about greys, and I was asking them: "Grey what? Grey clouds, grey kittens, grey bunnies? Grey what? What are you talking about?" Again, it was back to Google to find out what the hell these people were talking about.

You know what, people really need to listen to me and believe what I say, not what other people say I said, it would make things a whole lot easier. People say "Oh she knows all about aliens, she was abducted you know." and than I'm getting questions thrown at me: "What was it like being abducted? Where'd they take you?" And I'm looking at them and asking "What the hell are you talking about?" Damn! I hate gossips and rumor spreaders. All they do is take what they think I said (not what I actually said) and twist it all inside out and than tell people I said something nothing at all like what I actually said. I hate that.

So, once and for all, let me get one thing straight: I was not abducted. I never referred to Etiole as anything other than a type of Faerie. I never said he abducted me. I never called him an alien.



Q You have recently started calling Etiole an alien, though, is that correct?

EelKat: Yes, but only because the majority opinion is that he is most likely to be an alien. In the past 2 weeks since I started writing this book, I have searched Google high and low for any report of another alien like Etiole ever having been sighted, and so far I've come up with nothing, leading me to believe ever more strongly as I did to begin with, that he is a type of Faerie.



Q Etiole mentions "Hitler's scientists" and the fact that they called him a Venusian and that there are records of what was done to him. Have you ever looked into this, or tried to substantiate his claims?

EelKat: No. I've never had an interest in war and war history. I just find the whole thought of studying wars incredibly boring. It's just a bunch of nonsense about people killing other people, and really, what is there in that to be of interest to anyone? Hitler was a psychotic racist, and a lot of people backed him up. What more do I need to know?



Q But aren't you the least bit interested in finding out what happened to Etiole?

EelKat: No. It's a subject that distresses him something fierce. He says it happened and I've no reason not to believe him.



Q Etiole is old and you say his health is failing him. You believe him to be near the end of his life. What will happen when he dies?

EelKat: I'll bury him. And I will tell no one where, because I know all to well, the lengths people would go through to get a hold of his body.



Q Etiole has a physical body, this is unusual in the realm of alien contacts. Most contactees describe energy beings, metaphysical contact, out of body experiences, and other such non-physical contacts. It is rare for a contactee to describe the alien as having an actual physical body that you could feel or touch. How do you explain this?

EelKat: I don't. There is nothing to explain. I've seen him, touched him, I know the icy cool warmth of his strange skin, the gentle touch of his hands, the musty mossy woodland scent of his body. I don't know what other people have seen or why they describe non-physical beings. I can only say that, I had contact with something that is apparently a different species than what they had contact with. There is no other way to explain it.



Q There is another thing that stands out as unusual about you and Etiole. In 97% of all abduction and contact cases, the person has no memory of the contact. Nearly every contactee or abductee only remembers their contact through regressive hypnotherapy. You have never been hypnotized, in fact you absolutely refuse to allow yourself to be hypnotized. You have no loss of memory. Can you explain this?

EelKat: No. I have no explanation. I have a photographic memory and an extremely high IQ, abnormally high IQ, (I am told that I rank in 3% - .0001% of the population). It is very difficult for me to forget anything. At three years old I had committed to memory every book I had read at that point, which included a few dozen Dr. Seuss books, several Bernstein books, and all 26 volumes of the Sweet Pickles books. These are books that 6 and 7 year olds read. I had already read them and could quote them word for word from memory at age 3. When I was 27 I volunteered for a scientific study which recorded words you use in your daily language. My score was the highest of all people studied. Not only was I using nearly twice as many words in my daily vocabulary that was being used by the "average person" but I was using more than 900 words which had not been seen to be used by any other of the people studied. The odd thing here, was that many of the words I use, and words not seen in modern speech, but where used in the 1600's through 1800's. This was found to be a puzzling factor, which I did not bother to explain, but I can explain: Etiole. I grew up with more contact with him than any other person and he, uses an old style speech. That's where I picked it up.

What does any of that have to do with your question? Well, I use more of my brain than the average person does. I am not prone to forgetting things, and quite the contrary, I remember minute details of everything, even after only having seen the thing once. My brain is like a sponge that just absorbs everything I see and hear, and it's not easy to get things back out once they get in there. That being the case, it is perfectly logical that I do not suffer from "typical memory loss" as a result of my contact.

Of course, than there is the other thing. I question the validity of abductees and contactees who can not remember what happened, and whom ONLY start to remember AFTER undergoing hypnosis. We have no way of fully understanding hypnosis and how or why it works or what exactly it is that it does. I find it disturbing that every one always "remembers" the exact same thing during hypnosis. If one hundred people are thinking the same thing than 99 of those people are not thinking at all. There is nothing to say that every one of those so called "memories" wasn't planted there by the hypnotist.

Why are you coming forward with this now?


EelKat: Coming forward with it? Wow! That's really a weird way of putting it, don't you think? I mean, come on, I've been telling people about this since I was 4 years old. Sure, no one believed me, because I was just a kid, but that was 30 years ago. Just because I've consented to an interview now, doesn't mean that this is me "coming forward". I would have just as easily answered an interview 30 years ago, as now. This is just the first time any one has ever believed me enough to take what I was saying seriously and actually ask to find out more about what happened. No one has ever asked to hear my story before. No one has ever wanted to hear my story before. Usually I try to tell people and they start trying to preform an exorcism on me, waving a Bible around in my face and screaming hysterics about Satan's demons.

For 30 years every one around me has been trying to shut me up about Etiole! How is that me "coming forward"? This is not me coming forward, I've been out of the closest and talking about Etiole for 30 freaking years now. Why do you think I wrote the Twighlight Manor books? I've been writing those books since the 1970's. I came forward the very first day it happened and I was like a loud speaker telling every one I met about it. No one ever listened to me before now. This is the first time in 30 years, any one has ever taken me seriously. Damn. You really call, some one taking me seriously for the first time in 30 years as me finally coming forward? Wow. That's twisted. That's really twisted.

Well, as some of you may know from reading my blog posts, and FB comments, the 9 years of vandalism that lead to my becoming homeless, came to a sudden end after a huge fire swept through our town and killed several people in February of 2008. For the rest of the year, I finally and at last had a few months of peace and quiet without rocks and paintballs and death threats or people setting fire to my house. However, the rumors that I was a witch with a poltergeist demon, started growing worse - people were just too terrified after the fire to do any more vandalism, because as they have told me on countless occasion, they believed I had sent a demon to curse them and that's how the fire got started. (I think it may be safe to say I live in a town full of superstitious redneck hicks!)

So I had a rare year without violence being done to my family, until February of 2009, when things started up again, and the outspoken talk of my "demon" went on an all out rampage, driving me once again, back into my agoraphobic state due to the threat of violence every time I leave the house. Well, I mentioned this online and oe of my newer FB friends who did not know the situation but was seeing the nasty comments local church members were leaving all over my profile, and asked me what these people were talking about, and what this so-called demon it was that they kept accusing me of sending after them. To answer their questions I wrote, what has become undoubtedly my most controversial, flamed, blasted, and outragougously hated Squidoo lens ever: http://www.squidoo.com/amphibious-aliens which told the story of my encounter with a strange creature I met when I was 4 years old, and due to my refusal to deny what I had seen, would result in years of accusations of witchcraft, demon possession, violence, and vandalism, which reached it's height in 2006 when these people decided to set fire to my home and kill my pets as a desperate attempt to "drive out my demon". (The fire was supposed to be an exorcism of sorts, though I never quite understood how that was exactly.)

Well in any case, this lens just reached it's 5th month birthday, and the traffic and comments and emails and IMs have been coming at ever increasing levels, with church members now crying out in one accord, demanding that I delete my lens and beg forgiveness of God. Last night, this ongoing saga reached a strange and unexpected new level which totally took me by surprise. Some of you may be aware of a "battle" that ensured on FaceBook about 2 weeks ago, when 2 church members died suddenly, and the whole kit and kaboodle of the rest of the members within hours of the deaths, landed on my FaceBook profile with accusation after accusation, all accusing me of being a witch and putting a curse on these 2 men causing their deaths. I told them all exactly what I thought of their accusations, which I found appualing and laughable. With in 2 hours I lost more than 200 friends off my FaceBook account as one by one they took to writing on each others walls and telling each other to "punish" me by deleting me off their friends list. I told them I was better off without them and I didn't care if they left or not. In the end, only 2 members of the church are still on my friends list. The rest now shun me . . . hey, shunning is better than vandalism at least!

Well, than last night, my dad, received a phone call (I don't have a phone) from the bishop asking me to meet him at his office. And I spent the next half hour being told by the bishop that I was a witch, an apostate, an evil caster of spells, and than he throew the ultimatum on me: delete my "wicked website of lies or be excommunicated". I now have 2 weeks to delete my "evil" Squidoo lens, after which time, if it has not been deleted, he will be bringing in the church council and start excomunication procedures!

Well, if in 30 years, I have stood up against them never refusing to deny the existence of this strange creature, why would I suddenly do so now? I'm not denying what I saw, I'm not deleting my lens, and so, I have one new experience to add to my Squidoo experience - in 2 weeks I'll be excommunicated, and I can say it was Squidoo that did it! :) LOL! :) UGH! These people are so crazy, and this, is just proving it even more. Oh well, I guess I can always find a new church to attend, right?

And now I ask you, can you see any reason why I should delete my lens? What exactly is it that they find so wrong with it anyways? How is this "proof" that I am a witch? I really don't understand what all the fuss is about! I think they are being waaaay to over sensitive here. I mean, what exactly is it that they find wrong with it? I have to ask here: What would Jesus do? Would Jesus attack, harass, vandalize, condemn, and hate? I don't think so!

Well, knowing me, I can't have questions unanswered, and the bishop was not answering my questions (How is it he justifies calling me a witch? How is it justifies accusing me of casting spells and putting curses on church members? What is wrong with my web site that I must delete it or be excommunicated?) For each question I asked I got the same answer "Because you are a witch, that's why." Well la-dee-da! So I'm a witch. You said that already, I want to know by WHAT justification, logic, reasoning, and PROOF is he calling me a witch! Telling me that I am a witch, and than when I ask why he says I'm a witch, he responds with "Because you are a witch." DOES NOT answer my question!!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, since I've never before had to think about the topic of excommunication, and the bishop was not explaining his reasonings in any form of intelligence, I went to the church website to see if I could find any answers there. Here is what I found:

Excommunication: A disciplinary process used only in extreme situations. This includes removal of an individual's name from the records of the Church. Excommunicated individuals have the opportunity to return and have their Church membership restored through the process of repentance and baptism by immersion for the remission of sins. Bishops and branch presidents and stake, mission, and district presidents have a responsibility to help members overcome transgression through repentance. The most serious transgressions, such as serious violations of civil law, spouse abuse, child abuse, adultery, fornication, rape, and incest, often require formal Church discipline. Formal Church discipline may include restriction of Church membership privileges or loss of Church membership.

Source: www.lds.org

Nope, says nothing about witches or witchcraft. I still can't figure out where they get off accusing me of being a witch or how I could possible be the cause of all the fires, illnesses, and deaths that have run rampant in the local wards lately.

I find it odd reading this and knowing that one of the men who accused me yesterday beats his wife on a weekly basis to the point that she has repeated broken fingers, hands, arms, and legs, and can usually be seen with one or both black eyes. (a former bishop I might add) So why didn't they excommunicate him? or what about the 3 REGISTERED sex offenders in the ward, one who raped boy scouts during his time as scout master. or the criminal crime lord of Old Orchard Beach himself - vandal, and arsonist supreme - run out of FOUR separate towns in FOUR separate states, and currently dodging a federal investigation (and is the man whom I'm accused of putting curses on btw); you want me to make a list of all the men cheating on their wives in that ward - that's one hell of a list . . . long, long, list; and what about incest - yep, there's a guy who did 3 years in prison for it, I didn't see them excommunicating him.

Witchcraft??? - LOL! Are we living in the 21st century or the 1500's here? They can turn a blind eye to the wife beaters, the child rapists, the incest, the adultery, all things on the list, but they make a big issue out of false accusations of witchcraft, which is NOT on the list? Good God! Where are their priorities?

"Excommunication: A disciplinary process used only in extreme situations." so, witchcraft is an extreme situation? That's nice. Where's your proof? I looked up the news reports on those people I supposedly killed by casting spells on - one was in Florida, one was in Utah, and I've never meet either of them. In what court of law can they condemn me with accusations of witchcraft? The judge would laugh them out of court and tell them the get a mental evaluation!

Are these people freaking psychotic? I'm sorry but I just can not understand the logic he is using here. Granted - they (the church members) have been accusing me of witchcraft since I was 4 years old (I have Autism and I talk to a creature whom only 3 others have seen, whom I refer to as my guardian angel, but they call him a demon) Since I was 4 years old, I've been accused of witchcraft, demon possession, and poltergeist. FOUR YEARS OLD! These accusation have been going on for 30 years exactly this September!

Why? Because I talk to Etiole. That's why. I'm being excommunicated from the church because I refuse to deny his existence and therefor am a witch consorting with demons and putting curses on members of the ward. Lovely. I talk to something that is best described as an angel of god and that makes me an evil witch. Interesting thing about that is Joesph Smith talked to dozens of angels and even god himself! I guess that make J Smith a witch too. So, will they be excommuncating the founder of the church as well?

I'm at this very moment seriously beginning to question religion. Why? Because of my experience in faerie/angel/alien/ufo contact resulting in me being called a demon possessed witch who consorts with Satan! Because I published my encounter online, I'm now being excomuunicated from the LDS church (after being a member for 34 years, and growing up in a family that was from the trail that headed west - we are the freaking Atwaters of the Atwater Trail for crying out loud!) because I refuse to delete the website and deny the events that happened and admit before the Church Disciplinary Council that I am a witch! And these people call ME crazy? It's the 21st century not the 1500's, where do they get off accusing me of witchcraft and making me go to a "church court" and demand I plead guilty of witchcraft? They are using Old Testament referances as "proof" of my being a witch. OMG! I feel like I've walked into some freaky nightmare, and these people call themselves a Church?

Well, I just needed to get that off my chest, thank you for listening.

Oh my. In the past 5 days I have gotten some 3,000 emails as a result of this additional information about the excommunication. WAY more than I can answer one at a time and WAY more than I can read - I'll be reading them for weeks from now. With my art career, and mt craft sewing to do, and the farm to run, I don't have time to send individual answers. Sorry. So, rather than try to answer each email, I'm gonna try to answer every body all in one post here. Okay, here it goes:

I love where I live. My family has lived on this farm since 1657, so it's you know, a pretty big thing to consider leaving here, cause we've always been here. Than again, a "clean slate" would be nice too. Start life over again. New place. New town. New people. New life. But than I think - well that's running away from the problem instead of facing it, and running from something means it'll likely follow you to the new place and you'll just have to move on again.

I'm really starting to question if I DO want to stay in the LDS church now. I mean, I believe the teachings and all, but, I don't know, this whole thing is really just making me question if it is worth it. Maybe I will be better off if they do excommunicate me? Maybe they will stop harassing me? That would be a welcoming plus if I knew it to be true.

Of course, now they have me looking into Witches and Witchcraft and Wicca and such, you know, trying to find out if maybe there is some truth to what they are saying - maybe I AM a witch but just don't know it? I've got a ton of books out from the library now and am looking into various websites about it. Honestly, I'm liking a lot of what I am reading! LOL! You know, I think it would be kind of funny if as a result of all this, I ended up actually BECOMING a witch! (I can actually see that happening, LOL! because - well, I really do like the stuff I'm reading: peace, love, anti-war, anti-violence, at one with everything in life - sounds nice and relaxing.)

I have Autism and from what I can make out of the things they are saying, it looks to me, like somehow they got it into their heads that autism = witch. . . ???????? I don't know, whatever. It's just so upsetting in any case.

There are other members now telling me that what the bishop is doing is not only wrong, but that he doesn't have the authority to excommunicate me anyways!? They say a Bishop can't even excommunicate a member, that the leaders in Salt Lake do that, and I was wondering, could it be true what they say? Is the bishop wrong for calling me into his office and saying he was going to start excommunication procedures? Now I've got all sorts of new questions floating around in my head: Like, should I tell the stake president what the bishop said? I'm so confused here, because I just don't understand why he's calling me a witch and saying he has to start disciplinary council. Should I be reporting my bishop to Salt Lake or something? Who I should contact about this? Etc. ect. ect.

I actually have to say I'm quite relieved to read their messages, when they said that the bishop isn't supposed to be calling me into his office like that. I've never had any dealing with excommunication talk before, so I'm not sure if what he was saying to me was true or not, I only know what he said to me and it just totally took me by surprise.

I went to the church website to try to find out any information, but it didn't say anything about ecommuncating witches or witchcraft on it at all, so I don't know where he's getting that from. I mean, does the church have some sort of handbook that says how and why people get excommunicated? I don't know. Of course, I don't know why he's calling me a witch in the first place either. I've been looking though all the church manuals and lesson guides and I just can't find anything anywhere. I don't know what to do. The date for the first meeting of the disciplinary coucil is a little over a week away. He says he's calling in other church leaders, but I don't know who it is that'll be there, if it'll be some local leaders or some one from Salt Lake or what.

Many of you are saying I'm supposed to get a letter in the mail or something to let me know about excommunication proceedings and NOT be called into his office, I don't know. If that's true, than I guess I'll be getting a letter at some point, but I haven't gotten one yet.

How am I doing? I'm just, you know, completely freaking out right now - mostly from not knowing what to do or what to expect or who I can trust or who I can turn to for help. I think it's the whole "not knowing" that I think has got me freaked out more than anything else.

I'm just so scared, because, I don't understand what it is that I have done wrong or why he says I have to be excommunicated. I kept asking him why he was calling a disciplinary council and all he would say was : "Because you are a witch. You have been putting spells on members. We can not allow that sort of apostasy to continue." But I can't understand why he is saying I'm a witch or how it is he thinks I'm putting curses on people - though, I think my autism might have a lot to do with it. I'm so confused right now. I don't know who to turn to for help. I mean, when theres a problem you are supposed to go to your bishop but, what do you do in a case like this? I don't know what to do.

But from what some members are saying, he is wrong to be doing this? I don't know, I mean it's not like I was ever ecommunicated before, it's not like I know what it is that is supposed to happen. Is there anything I can do? Is there any one I can contact in the church who would know what I'm supposed to do? Any advice you have would be greatly appreciated. Thanks.

I know, I'm ranting. I'm sorry. I just really need someone to talk to right now.

This section, below is a list of links I found while searching on Google. I needed a place to bookmark them, and I figured here was as good a place as any, so here they are.