GWYNETH L. THOMAS
SUPPORT OF COMPLAINT FOR
RELIEF AND INJUNCTION
There are numerous reasons that have led me to support the monumental chore that CAUS has endeavored. For me, these reasons are rooted in experiences that began during my early childhood and continue to this day. The most notable of these experiences occurred during the early springtime of 1971, 1972, or possibly 1973. Sometime just prior to dawn. This experience seemed to last throughout the following day.
The experience occurred when I was between the ages of 8 and 10. I no longer remember my exact age, though the experience itself remains clear in my memory. At that time, I lived with my parents in California. Our home was located in a small and somewhat secluded cul-de-sac surrounded by tall eucalyptus trees.
One night, I had a particularly strange dream that left me with physical problems the following day. To the best of my memory, the dream occurred on a weekend, in the late night hours, just prior to the morning light. I dreamt that my family and I were chased through my house by "ghosts" and then finally cornered and caught. I was caught last. The ghosts turned into odd-looking people whose faces I cannot clearly remember. I believe that perhaps the eyes were large, but that memory still seems elusive.
The dream began with me walking out into the living room. It had an eerie glow to it. I remember thinking that there were ghosts outside that were trying to get in. I think that I woke everybody up and began to try to stop the ghosts from entering. However, they managed to get in anyway.
I remember my family tried to run, but they got caught. I remember being so frightened that my legs felt heavy, and it seemed hard to run. But, I kept trying. Finally, I managed to overcome the fear, and I ran toward my bedroom. I got trapped at the end of the hallway leading to the bedroom area. Although I was caught by several of these beings, I kept trying to struggle. I was successfully restrained by about three or four of the odd-looking people.
They laid me out on the floor. By that time I was so scared that I couldn't even scream. Their grip on me was firm, and I was almost unable to move. I kept trying to kick them off, but they had a firm grip on my legs. They held me tightly and began injecting things into the soles of my feet with long needles.
I remember thinking that maybe they were hippies and were injecting heroine into me, and I was terrified. I didn't know where my parents had been taken. I screamed and screamed, but no sound came out of my mouth.
Once they finished injecting my feet, I was unable to move my legs. I think that after that, the rest of me went numb, too. I remember that the room began to get blurry. The only thing that I remember after my body went numb was being placed on a sort of stretcher. I do not know what occurred after that.
When I finally woke up, it was late morning. I tried to get out of bed, but I could not move my legs. In fact, I couldn't even feel them.
I called out to my mother who came in to see why I was shouting for her. I told her that I couldn't move my legs. I also told her about the dream and asked her if someone could have broken in and injected something into my feet.
When I told my mother that I couldn't feel my legs, she told me that they were probably asleep. She said to wait a while, and they'd wake up. She appeared completely unconcerned. She also assured me that it had only been a dream.
About an hour passed, and I still couldn't move them, so I called for her again. Again, she did nothing; she just brought my breakfast to me, and went on about her chores. My father, who usually took great delight in rousting me out of bed, chose not to pester me at all that morning. Instead, he simply ignored me.
By about noon, I had to go to the bathroom. My mother had stepped out to go to the store, and my father was outside gardening, so I literally had to crawl, like a baby. More or less, I had to drag myself to the bathroom by grabbing furniture, doorframes, as well as the shag of the carpet with my hands. I still couldn't even feel my legs.
Around 2:00 p.m. I finally felt pins and needles in my legs and feet. I was barely able to stand on them by late afternoon. It was well into the evening before I was able to walk. It took several days before I felt normal again.
Mom never seemed concerned. She never took me to the doctor to see what had happened. That alone was completely out of character for her.
In retrospect, her reaction to my predicament was probably the most bizarre part of the whole ordeal. She was always quite concerned about my health. I caught Echo-Virus as a small child and nearly died. I had asthma, severe allergies, eczema, and other minor chronic problems. If I caught a slight cold, she'd rush me off to a doctor. I remember once having had a stiff neck and mother rushed me to the emergency room where I spent the afternoon getting fourteen x-rays of my neck and upper back.
Although I was just a child, I searched for reasons for the dream for weeks following. I thought that maybe it was due to my stepping on a partly exposed tack board at the doorway to my bedroom, but I never felt satisfied by that explanation.
I probably remember the incident so well because I had to spend at least four hours wondering if I would ever even feel my legs again. I remember becoming afraid that I might never be able to walk again. I do not remember whether or not I had any marks on me after that experience. It would not be until many years later that I would hear of the phenomenon called alien abductions.
Years later, when I finally did hear about the possibility of alien abductions and cover dreams, I began to wonder; was that a screen memory that didn't quite work on me but worked well on my mother? Had I been injected with anesthesia to prevent me from continuing to struggle?
Throughout my life, I have had similar dreams of being chased through my home or neighborhood by similar looking beings. Usually, these dreams began in a similar fashion with an eerie light entering the house, and my fear that something frightening was outside. However, the "dream" I recounted above was the only time when I was left unable to move or even feel my legs when I awoke the following morning.
Even as a child, my dreams left me with the feeling that my home had been invaded. I fought hard to escape. Never did I willingly submit. Never did I ask to spend an entire day unable to move from my bed.
Since I have discovered that there are so many others who, like me, have had similar experiences, I now find that I need to seek answers to the many questions that these experiences have left with me. It also seems that so many people have had these experiences that, ethically, these people, and these experiences should no longer be discounted and ignored. How can so many of us be wrong?
To this day, I do not sleep well at night. In fact, I often stay up simply to avoid sleeping during the night. I have found that there are many others who share a similar background who also do not keep "normal" hours.
There are so many unanswered questions, that I, like so many others, sharing these experiences, ask. If any branch of our government has any information that might help reveal answers to these questions, then the information should be available, at the very least, to those of us who have had to suffer through these experiences.
If, in fact, our government has no answers, then our government ought to show us some measure of compassion and respect and prove, by at least a preponderance of the evidence, that is the case.
If we cannot turn to our own government for help, then to whom can we turn?
It seems for many of us that CAUS is a beacon of hope that might guide us to the answers to the questions that have plagued our lives. Many of us have searched our souls, and have found only more questions. Most of us do believe that our own government does know at least some of the answers, but refuses to share its knowledge with the public.
One can surmise what reasons our own government might have for keeping the truth from its citizens, but truths are best not kept hidden in closets. The longer lies are perpetrated, the more entangled they become. We do not teach our children to lie. Nor do we teach them to lie again to cover for the previous lie. As parents, we find this intolerable.
If we tolerate this behavior from our government, then, ultimately, what does this teach our children? If we demand truth and veracity from our own children, then must we not ask the same from our own government? After all, is the government not for and by the people?
It is understandable that our government does not have the capacity to protect us from forces that it too, does not fully understand. However, if our government does not have the strength to protect us, then should it not empower us with knowledge so that perhaps we might find our own ways to protect ourselves? With all the brilliance that humanity has shown, could it be doubted that we would not ultimately succeed?
It is my deepest hope that the courts find the goals of CAUS in keeping with our forefathers' wishes for a free and enlightened society. These men were the most brilliant minds of their day, and they set up our government to be for and by the people. Were they here today, can anyone even begin to doubt that the truth would be their goal?
I declare under the penalty of the laws of the State of California and the United States of America, that the foregoing is true and correct of my own personal knowledge and that this declaration was executed on August 31, 1999.
Gwyneth L. Thomas