Charn Parker: The CIA Incident and the role it played in my life is actually more traumatic to me than my recalled Alien Abduction. The reason being I knew the man behind this story to some degree. Well, you'll see what happens, and you will without a doubt sense my frustration and fear. It is actually written in two parts which I will bring together for your convenience . Even as I write this something happens within me that frightens me. I don't know what. Alien? I know there were other abductions since I was five, but is this still another? I don’t know for sure. At this point I need to go back to 1971. Because what I am going to write here I never in my wildest dreams would have related to a possible "encounter". After reading Stanton T Friedman's book on “Majic” etc. and he having mentioned possible contact with CIA involvement, I called the husband of a girl I had met at my appointment with MUFON of Virginia. I asked her husband if he would listen to a story of something that happened with me involving the CIA. He did. When I finished he said that it could very well have been an encounter with the “'Aliens” again.This will be rough because during my relating the incident to Russell, I realized that I had almost no recall of the event.. I’m certain that it was in 1971. I believe it was before I left Hollywood to go back to Virginia; but trying to piece everything together, it is very possible that I was already in Virginia. This is how I originally wrote this recall. Not being certain when it took place. I don’t recall when I even began remembering that this knowing Burt was about a trip to Honolulu.
In December of 1970 I had flown to Honolulu on the possibility of a singing engagement. I had never been to Honolulu before. I was not particularly fond of flying. I hated take-offs. Once I was in the air I was okay. I loved looking at the clouds. They always made me think of heaven. And landing, I could watch the entire landing out the window. Any way, it was so beautiful as we flew over the Islands. All the shades of green; It was breath-taking. And I certainly enjoyed my two week stay there. The singing job did not come through, but the trip was well worth the disappointment. It was a trip I’d never forget it was close to Christmas when I was there in Dec. 1970
Now let's come forward to (1971?) again. I met this person named Burt Zader. I don't remember if it was in a bar, hitchhiking home, or where. I think perhaps I lived alone for a brief time after I left the Barnum’s in North Hollywood, the people who owned the home where I was boarding, yet that doesn't sound right either. So I could have met this man in Virginia. So, here was Burt Zader. Don't know how long I knew him. Probably wasn't very long; I generally do not forget things like that. As I said, we might have met in a bar; I probably needed a ride since I didn't own a car. So here we are in the car and I am saying "hey, let's get together this weekend and hit a couple of spots". I recall him telling me that he had to go to Honolulu on business. He asked if I would like to join him. I'm sure I told him that I didn't have the money. So he offered to pay my plane fare. He said we could have a good time, which to me not only meant a good time in Hawaii, but also with the wahinis. How long had I known him???? Don’t go with strangers!!!
He said I would have to join him there, because he had to leave sooner than I could. So he told me there would be a ticket at the airline for me. The next thing I consciously remember (years later) is being in the hotel room with him. He had to go down stairs to the dining room and finish up the business he had come to Honolulu for. I was disappointed. I wanted to go out and have fun. So I went to the dining room with Burt- wherever that happened to be- because next I remember being in the dining-room, or I should say that is my next memory. I remember it was fairly bright. There were two men sitting at the table with Burt and me. I recall getting up to go to the bathroom. I’m not certain if I went because I needed to, or perhaps Burt asked me to excuse myself. I don't recall any other people there but the four of us. Actually I don't recall the dining room, only the table and us.
When I came back and neared the table. Burt began verbally bad mouthing me. I cannot for my life, remember what he said. All I remember is that it made me quite angry. I looked at him and said, "F--- YOU!” (Sorry reader!), and walked away quite upset. When I was back in the room, which I don't recall the time between the table and the room; I was really in a blue funk. I couldn't believe this was happening. Burt came to the room a short time later. He seemed happy. I asked him why he had treated me the way he did. He apologized. I said, “NO! Why did you put me down?" He replied, every things okay now. "You reacted the way I hoped you would.” Well, that really pissed me off. I also do not remember if when we were downstairs or where-ever with the two men, if we were having drinks, eating, or what?
He said everything is wrapped now and we could enjoy the rest of the time together. . That did not help matters. I was shaking from his remarks whatever they were. Finally he said, “Okay I want to tell you something.” He revealed to me for whatever reason that he worked for the CIA. He was in Honolulu on a job. The two men downstairs were his reason for being here. He couldn’t tell me about that. And that what had happened between us downstairs was a set up by him. He showed me three IDs of himself. They were each Burt, I could tell, but with beard and various changes, including name, and story of his life. We talked about this for a while. He said, tomorrow we could spend some fun time in Honolulu. So we went to sleep. Burt was a very nervous person. I guess his job made him that way. Burt was only about 5'4" or maybe less - hard to tell since I am 6'2"
In the morning when I awoke, he was already up and dressed. Before I could mention looking forward to the day, he said that he had to return to the mainland. Well, that set me right back to feeling lousy, as the night before. But he told me I should stay and enjoy my self a couple days, and that there would be a ticket at the desk for me the next day. Yeah, he had only purchased a one way ticket for me. which I hadn't realized. “You bring me here and expect me to believe after last night that there will be a ticket at the airport for me." "Scott, trust me, there will be a ticket for you.” he replied. I had no choice but to take the chance.
"I’ll be in touch." he said. I had apparently given him my address and phone number at Marnie’s in Virginia. So, I came back to the mainland the next day, I guess? I certainly do not remember enjoying anything in Honolulu. I don't even remember if I ate while I was there. This is all that I remember of the trip. I don’t remember flying to Honolulu or back from Honolulu. As much as I loved Honolulu on my first trip there in Dec. 1970, one would certainly think I would remember at least the flight. All this could just as easily have taken place in a hotel in Washington, D.C. There are two things that make me feel as if this could have happened (my meeting Burt) in D.C. 1- Marnie knew I had been to Honolulu twice. 2- She knew about Burt from me. So why the entire memory lapse? Sure, he was verbally abusive. But a lot of people have been verbally abusive to me in my life, but I didn’t block out all memory of it. I remembered when it happened and why.
When I returned to Virginia, I began receiving post cards from Burt. Iceland, Greenland, oceanic telephone calls. All cards were signed Your Friend, Burt. One thing I noticed a couple of times in the newspaper; It seemed like every place the President of The United States was, Burt was there just before or just after. I remember Marnie thinking I should be careful.
“Bill, you don’t know for a fact what he does; only what he told you." Marnie had an Above Top Secret Security Clearance at the Pentagon. She knew an awful lot, but of course never discussed it. She mentioned one time about a group of secretaries, she included, being taken on a trip to visit some installation somewhere. She spoke of heavy lead or iron doors, and guard dogs that even had to go into the bathroom with a woman if she needed to use it. But that is all she ever told me about. It seems odd that they would just take secretaries on a field trip unless those secretaries may someday have to be there. I did know that if there was ever a war, Marnie would have been one of the secretaries to go to the war room - which I knew was below the Pentagon. When she retired in 1972 (after required years for retirement), She was at the Pentagon for many hours of debriefing. That I think is odd for just being a secretary. But, maybe not. Anyway she told me that I should be careful with Burt.
A short time later he called and asked if I would be interested in going to Florida and living with his mother in a huge home. He said they had a beautiful home there and his mother would enjoy the company. Now that was strange - I do not know why he would have suggested that. It made no sense. Whether it was my decision solely or aunt Marnie helped, my decision was to not go. After all, I was still singing professionally. I didn't want to quit, I’m sure. I may have heard from Burt a couple times after that; but then nothing. At the time I only remembered that Burt and I hit it off as friends (I think). However I obviously even at the point of my return from "Hawaii" I must not have remembered what happened or I would never have taken his calls, nor do I believe he would have made that suggestion to live with his mother. So my memory of a so called trip was never mentioned at the time.
PART II
Update on Memory Pertaining to CIA Involvement
When I was re-typing my document and I began on the CIA Involvement I realized that even then I had not remembered exactly how it had occurred.
In 2003 I had made some sense out of my memory or lack of - but did not change the document since it had already been mailed out to MUFON and a couple other agencies that had requested my abduction story at age five and other information.
For all those years every time I tried to remember what happened? What were the correct dates? It was like there was a lock on my mind, I would actually become despondent and sometimes nauseated when I tried to pull out of my subconscious any more information than had already escaped to the surface. I have always had a very good memory and it really shakes me that I cannot remember the most important parts.
After many years of weighing this and that, it finally made sense to me that I could not have been in Hollywood when I met Burt Zader and the year was not 1971 but sometime
In the early eighties – between 1980 and 1983. I would have had no way to get to the airport in Los Angeles. Here in Arlington Marnie would have taken me. So I met Burt here in Washington. How long or short of a time I knew him I still do not remember. Marnie would have taken me to the airport to pick up the tickets for my flight and she would have been the one to pick me up when I returned to Washington; however there is no actual memory of her doing either, no memory whatsoever of any actual plane flight. I truly believe now that I was never in Honolulu and never made it to the airport in Washington; and I don’t remember Marnie and I even discussing my trip to Honolulu after my return. How much did they involve Marnie?
She knew about Burt from his postcards and transatlantic phone calls. And after what was supposed to have happened to me in that scenario that I presented of Burt and I in that “hotel” room – why would I even have spoken to him any more. Had I forgotten even at that time so close to the actual event, everything? Including the memory of the room and being downstairs with the two men and Burt? You can see that even now though little pieces come to the front on occasion – the big picture is still a blank.
Some how they involved Marnie in this? When she was taking me to the airport did they or who ever was responsible take us both? Did it all happen the same night and then Marnie and I drove back home? It’s very frightening each time I contemplate this entire experience. I’ve told very few friends about this ordeal. When I do tell someone I know, afterward I get this terrible inner impression of, [“You shouldn’t have told, you shouldn’t have told.”] And it’s not a feeling that I am saying this to myself. It almost feels like a warning or reminder. God this all sounds a bit crazy! Well, I guess this hasn’t added much after all.
Note: 2007 I suppose the reason this incident disturbs me even more than my abduction is the total lack on my memory; whereas with my abduction I remember a significant amount of what occurred. Even as I typed this for this my website I was feeling very agitated.
Aunt Marnie had worked for DCSLOG Department of the Army, Deputy Chief of Staff of Logistics – Requirements Division - and Department of [Research and Development] this was the area that Col. Phillip Corso the Author of The Day After Roswell worked in the early 60's same time Marnie was there. All at The Pentagon. These are three that I knew personally she worked for. I used to go to the Pentagon when I was young, about age 10 and have lunch with her. I remember when she worked for this one place (name?) in the Pentagon and they had all sorts of displays of the various missiles like Nike. She would bring me home missiles and various plastic models from there.
One final thought that I will probably never have answered; Was this part of a memory recall of what actually turned out to be a second abduction since my childhood? Had there been others? Was it the Greys or Aliens giving me a screen memory of Burt and Honolulu or was it the Govt. in reality giving me a screen memory (what there was of it) to make me believe I had been abducted again. Here are a few more thoughts actually they are more common sense realities. 1- If Burt was really a CIA agent I do not believe he would have ever showed me those three IDs. It doesn't make sense, unless of course as I stated I remembered more than I was suppose to. Now here is a big surprise for me at the very time that I am typing this for Unexplained Mysteries, the thought came to me this morning after I had awakened. The sparse room that was ours while supposedly in Hawaii --- It was arranged identically to the arrangement of the bedroom my mother and I were in when this all began in 1951. The room had a dresser, a night table etc. Perhaps a couple chairs which was not in the room where Mom and me slept.. This has really stunned me. The door was on a different side of the room. Did Burt or whomever create from my memory the design of the room my mom and I were in when I was five.
This has had to be another abduction. You are now sharing this with me as it has happened - Today May 6, 2007
Every time I tell or share this story my mind begins trying to search my blocked memory I can’t do it for long because I actually begin feeling weak and very troubled. It’s as if the memory is right there, where I can sense it, but not attach to it. I know it is difficult to relate with me as you read the trauma that I feel from this having happened because you have not experienced it yourself and I appreciate that. I use to think someday I’ll know and now maybe I wouldn’t really want to know what happened.
Charn Parker
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