Charn Parker
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Image Credit: July 9 of 2004 was the beginning of a cross country trip to Kingman, Arizona. In the final days of the journey back home to Arlington, Virginia I had one of the strangest experiences of my life. An experience I don’t totally understand and yet I feel that somehow Aliens and UFOs are a part of this after all the readings I have done and the fact that I had been ‘taken’ at the age of 5. My best friend Chuck and I took this trip together to meet a woman I had met on the internet in 1999 who became my teacher on how to build a web-site and as time went on became my friend. Before we were out of the state of Virginia I said to Chuck keep your eye on the time. I really didn’t expect anything to happen, but there was that inner feeling. The trip through the south western United States and then the return trip through Cheyenne, Wyoming – Omaha, Nebraska were really wonderful. It was a great time of the year to travel. However we were now anxious to be home after 3 weeks. We spent our last night in a Frankfurt, Kentucky motel. We decided to leave the motel early the next morning nine o’clock am. We arrived at Nitro, West Virginia at 12:00 pm dst. And this is where it begins, to our recollection. Before you are in Nitro one must cross a four lane span bridge. Due to road work on the bridge there were Jersey barriers in place. As we neared the East side of the bridge coming from the West, suddenly Chuck who was driving said, “Look over there!” “Where,” I said. “Over there,” he replied.
So I finally saw what he wanted me to look at. There were three hour glass shaped silo chimneys about 1500 feet from the bridge. They appeared to be just at the edge of the road that ran under the bridge. Of course right away I thought, “nuclear reactors.” I gazed over to my right to see what was on the ground on the opposite side of the bridge. There was a small village, with a little store, a road and trees. I said to Chuck, “I can’t believe they have those so close to that town.” We both assumed they were reactors. We saw a sign after we crossed the bridge naming the town Nitro. We assumed it would be only a couple of more miles to Nitro. However, after we saw the sign for Nitro, it seemed we began to see downtown signs to Charleston West Virginia. I asked Chuck, “Why are we seeing signs for Charleston when we are in Nitro.” Chuck answered, “We’re coming into Charleston.” That gave me a start and I suddenly stopped and thought, looked at Chuck and said, “That can’t be. We just crossed over the bridge.” “Chuck, what time is it?” We looked at the clock and it read 12:25. “What time was it when we crossed the bridge?” He said, “12:00.” We realized that 25 minutes had passed without us knowing it. When we left Frankfort that morning, during the trip to Charleston, I was very on edge and very nervous. Chuck seemed to be driving erratic and too fast, but was actually not. I didn’t know why I was so keyed up. As soon as we realized that 25 minutes had passed without the ability to account for it, I remarked, “I think we have been taken.” I realized at this time that I had completely calmed down and was no longer nervous. We arrived home in Arlington, VA near midnight, exhausted. We didn’t talk about the silos or the missing time the rest of the trip home. A couple of days after returning home, we decided to check out Nitro using the internet. Because we wanted to know about the silos. We started checking on the nuclear reactors in West Virginia and were astounded to find there were no listings for nuclear reactors in the state. We further investigated and found that the three towers are on the map, but not listed as nuclear. For several months after this trip, I was plagued with the uncertainty of the missing time. I had read about missing time in the book of the same name. We decided that in the spring of 2005, we would return to the area and travel about 10 miles west of the bridge and come back to reconstruct the travel path of the trip the previous year. As we were approaching the bridge from the east, we spotted the sign that read Nitro. Without realizing it, the area around and under the bridge was in fact, Nitro. As we began to cross the bridge from the east side Chuck said, “There they are” (referring to the silos.) I looked over and there were three huge silos. They seemed to be at least a half a mile away from the bridge and the river was very wide. We don’t even remember a river on our pass through a year before, only a small waterway. I said, “Chuck, that’s not what I saw before.” At that point, I felt very confused. So we continued on to our 10 mile point west, turned around, and returned to reenact our original trip through the area. Again, it was really bothering me about the silos ‘cause that isn’t what I remember. As we crossed the bridge I remarked to Chuck, “did you see the same thing I saw last year? I don’t mean the silo’s where we are seeing them now, but over the side of the bridge about 1500 feet away from the bridge.” Chuck said, “I too remember the silos being much closer to the bridge than they are now.” We continued on with the intent of seeing how far the downtown signs to Charleston were. It took 11 minutes before we saw the first of these signs. We drove on through Charleston on Interstate 64 to return to our motel (which was in east Charleston.) I made the remark to Chuck as we were coming through Charleston last year, I don’t remember coming through the town of Charleston at all. I don’t remember the Capital building or the city itself which is very visible from Interstate 64. Chuck also did not remember the Capital building.
He further did not remember any major Interstate exchange halfway between the bridge and our motel. At this point we were satisfied that it took 11 minutes to reach the edge of the city limits for Charleston from the bridge. So our thoughts were why did it take 25 minutes to go 11 minutes of actual commuting time. That evening in the motel, we decided to return to Nitro again the following day. We again retraced our steps coming back from the motel to the silo area. We wanted to see if there was any other way to approach the silos from the west. We drove 20 miles past Nitro to see if there was access to the silos. There was nothing, in fact; you couldn’t even see the silos once you had crossed the bridge. We turned around and started east again paying close attention to mileage signs. The first sign we came upon read Polo – 2 miles, Nitro – 1 mile, Charleston – 11 miles. We either missed this or hadn’t noticed this sign on our original trip. We crossed the bridge one more time. Where we thought we had seen the silos originally, was actually just the river. On the right side where I thought I had seen a village and road was really a construction area with lumber, etc. This reality of the layout was not even in our plans for the return. It wasn’t until we got there that what we remember seeing was in fact, not there at all. Our mileage on the odometer was in fact, two miles from the above mentioned sign to the exit for Nitro which we took. Even though the silos were magnificent to see, still I was very upset that we had not seen the reality of the area but something that was not there. We drove towards the silos to find the road veered to the right and away from the silos. There was a long chain link fence with NO TRESPASSING signs blocking any access to get closer to the silos. We drove a short distance past the fence and saw a couple of people in a school yard. We stopped and told them we were from the Washington DC area and asked them what type of power plant that was. They told us the site was a coal-burning plant for the area’s electrical power supply. We asked them further if the plant was ever nuclear powered and was told no. We asked if there had been any reports of UFO sightings and was again told no. The woman of the pair asked if we had sightings in the Washington DC area. I said, “In 1952 we had a large sighting.” We thanked them and pulled away. We retuned then to the motel for the rest of the day. We started our return trip to Arlington the following morning.
So instead of solving our time problem, we now embraced this memory of a non-existent scene. About a week after we were home – (Chuck and I are roommates as well as good friends; Chuck having been widowed about three years ago.) I was still thinking about the entire episode with Charleston. The time and scenery was still bothering me. “Chuck what time did we arrive home from our trip last year?” I asked. He told me it was about 11:55 pm and then I asked him what time was it when we realized we had lost 25 min. and he told me that it was 12:25 pm. “How long is it supposed to take to travel from Charleston to Arlington?” So he went on Map quest and we checked out various routes and he said it took 12 hours from Frankfurt to Arlington. “No, I mean from Charleston,” I was getting edgy cause I knew what I was thinking. So it was nine hours from Charleston to home. I said, “Chuck, it took us just under twelve hours to get home from Charleston.” We should have been home by 9:30 at the latest. I guess we were both very tired when we got home and never really considered the time getting home; only the 25 min. of missing time. So somewhere somehow we lost another two hours – it took us two hours and 25 minutes longer than it should have to arrive in Arlington. How much had we remembered after leaving Charleston last year? Later, in West Virginia, we were traveling in the mountainous area where it can be very foggy. I remembered this one area where there was a very dense fog bank. I brought out our video which we had filmed in this area and looked at it. So I watched us approach this area while talking about what was happening in this area when we came upon the very dense fog. We had to drive through this as there would be no stopping with the traffic behind us. It was even frightening watching the video. It just looked to dense to drive through; however next thing that is seen is very bright smog, like a thick mist. I don’t know why but I feel this might have been where the two hours of missing time occurred. The reason for thinking this is another lost memory of a happening on our trip home from the West last year. Once you pass over the West Virginia border into Virginia on Interstate 64, you pass the towns of Clifton Forge and Covington. Chuck spent a number of summers as a child in both of these towns.
During the return trip this time, he remarked (and even got a bit nostalgic) about his summers there. Just yesterday in a conversation about preparing this document, Chuck remarked that he does NOT remember passing this area last year. He certainly would have remarked about his childhood memories to me then and I also would have remembered them. Chuck further remembered that he doesn’t remember the entire remainder of the stretch from the fogbank on Interstate 64 prior to the merge at Interstate 81. It is interesting to note that the time factor from the West Virginia/Virginia border to the Interstate 81 interchange is approximately 2 hours! I also did not remember most of the trip after the fog bank. We went through the fog then it began to clear and we continued our drive with not much conversation which is odd for me and Chuck, especially me. I remember the fog and then coming out of it and resuming my filming for a few minutes and then decided not to film anymore. I remember nothing after that – except when we realized we were entering Interstate 81 North headed home. Another thing we noticed in the film of the fog bank is just as we enter the bank, the inside of the car became brighter as can be seen by the dashboard and the road in front of the car was much brighter; it didn’t last long. I don’t know a lot about photography so it could have been the lens adjusting – however it usually adjusts better than that. It would be interesting to have another opinion on the brightness. I obviously from the second set of footage ducked down in the seat, for whatever reason. There had been cars behind us but none passed during those few moments or whatever time we were in that brightness.As we came out of it which seemed very quickly if you see the video, there are only two pickup trucks that passed and no traffic behind us when we came out.. So what do I have here? 2 hours and 25 minutes approximately of missing time and a scene of the bridge area that doesn’t exist. Would that be a screen memory? If so why did they even need to give such a false projection? There was nothing they needed tohide. I am completely in the dark about this.
Chuck was hypnotized by a competent psychologist and the only recall he had was being surrounded in whiteness. The doctor asked if he could see me, “where is Charn” ? Chuck couldn’t see me. He said, “I don’t see him.” I can not be hypnotized pertaining to alien abduction or missing time, after I am under I go into excruciating pain in my left arm and have to be awakened. Comments (0)
Big time - missing time
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Image Credit: July 9 of 2004 was the beginning of a cross country trip to Kingman, Arizona. In the final days of the journey back home to Arlington, Virginia I had one of the strangest experiences of my life. An experience I don’t totally understand and yet I feel that somehow Aliens and UFOs are a part of this after all the readings I have done and the fact that I had been ‘taken’ at the age of 5. My best friend Chuck and I took this trip together to meet a woman I had met on the internet in 1999 who became my teacher on how to build a web-site and as time went on became my friend. Before we were out of the state of Virginia I said to Chuck keep your eye on the time. I really didn’t expect anything to happen, but there was that inner feeling. The trip through the south western United States and then the return trip through Cheyenne, Wyoming – Omaha, Nebraska were really wonderful. It was a great time of the year to travel. However we were now anxious to be home after 3 weeks. We spent our last night in a Frankfurt, Kentucky motel. We decided to leave the motel early the next morning nine o’clock am. We arrived at Nitro, West Virginia at 12:00 pm dst. And this is where it begins, to our recollection. Before you are in Nitro one must cross a four lane span bridge. Due to road work on the bridge there were Jersey barriers in place. As we neared the East side of the bridge coming from the West, suddenly Chuck who was driving said, “Look over there!” “Where,” I said. “Over there,” he replied.
So I finally saw what he wanted me to look at. There were three hour glass shaped silo chimneys about 1500 feet from the bridge. They appeared to be just at the edge of the road that ran under the bridge. Of course right away I thought, “nuclear reactors.” I gazed over to my right to see what was on the ground on the opposite side of the bridge. There was a small village, with a little store, a road and trees. I said to Chuck, “I can’t believe they have those so close to that town.” We both assumed they were reactors. We saw a sign after we crossed the bridge naming the town Nitro. We assumed it would be only a couple of more miles to Nitro. However, after we saw the sign for Nitro, it seemed we began to see downtown signs to Charleston West Virginia. I asked Chuck, “Why are we seeing signs for Charleston when we are in Nitro.” Chuck answered, “We’re coming into Charleston.” That gave me a start and I suddenly stopped and thought, looked at Chuck and said, “That can’t be. We just crossed over the bridge.” “Chuck, what time is it?” We looked at the clock and it read 12:25. “What time was it when we crossed the bridge?” He said, “12:00.” We realized that 25 minutes had passed without us knowing it. When we left Frankfort that morning, during the trip to Charleston, I was very on edge and very nervous. Chuck seemed to be driving erratic and too fast, but was actually not. I didn’t know why I was so keyed up. As soon as we realized that 25 minutes had passed without the ability to account for it, I remarked, “I think we have been taken.” I realized at this time that I had completely calmed down and was no longer nervous. We arrived home in Arlington, VA near midnight, exhausted. We didn’t talk about the silos or the missing time the rest of the trip home. A couple of days after returning home, we decided to check out Nitro using the internet. Because we wanted to know about the silos. We started checking on the nuclear reactors in West Virginia and were astounded to find there were no listings for nuclear reactors in the state. We further investigated and found that the three towers are on the map, but not listed as nuclear. For several months after this trip, I was plagued with the uncertainty of the missing time. I had read about missing time in the book of the same name. We decided that in the spring of 2005, we would return to the area and travel about 10 miles west of the bridge and come back to reconstruct the travel path of the trip the previous year. As we were approaching the bridge from the east, we spotted the sign that read Nitro. Without realizing it, the area around and under the bridge was in fact, Nitro. As we began to cross the bridge from the east side Chuck said, “There they are” (referring to the silos.) I looked over and there were three huge silos. They seemed to be at least a half a mile away from the bridge and the river was very wide. We don’t even remember a river on our pass through a year before, only a small waterway. I said, “Chuck, that’s not what I saw before.” At that point, I felt very confused. So we continued on to our 10 mile point west, turned around, and returned to reenact our original trip through the area. Again, it was really bothering me about the silos ‘cause that isn’t what I remember. As we crossed the bridge I remarked to Chuck, “did you see the same thing I saw last year? I don’t mean the silo’s where we are seeing them now, but over the side of the bridge about 1500 feet away from the bridge.” Chuck said, “I too remember the silos being much closer to the bridge than they are now.” We continued on with the intent of seeing how far the downtown signs to Charleston were. It took 11 minutes before we saw the first of these signs. We drove on through Charleston on Interstate 64 to return to our motel (which was in east Charleston.) I made the remark to Chuck as we were coming through Charleston last year, I don’t remember coming through the town of Charleston at all. I don’t remember the Capital building or the city itself which is very visible from Interstate 64. Chuck also did not remember the Capital building.
He further did not remember any major Interstate exchange halfway between the bridge and our motel. At this point we were satisfied that it took 11 minutes to reach the edge of the city limits for Charleston from the bridge. So our thoughts were why did it take 25 minutes to go 11 minutes of actual commuting time. That evening in the motel, we decided to return to Nitro again the following day. We again retraced our steps coming back from the motel to the silo area. We wanted to see if there was any other way to approach the silos from the west. We drove 20 miles past Nitro to see if there was access to the silos. There was nothing, in fact; you couldn’t even see the silos once you had crossed the bridge. We turned around and started east again paying close attention to mileage signs. The first sign we came upon read Polo – 2 miles, Nitro – 1 mile, Charleston – 11 miles. We either missed this or hadn’t noticed this sign on our original trip. We crossed the bridge one more time. Where we thought we had seen the silos originally, was actually just the river. On the right side where I thought I had seen a village and road was really a construction area with lumber, etc. This reality of the layout was not even in our plans for the return. It wasn’t until we got there that what we remember seeing was in fact, not there at all. Our mileage on the odometer was in fact, two miles from the above mentioned sign to the exit for Nitro which we took. Even though the silos were magnificent to see, still I was very upset that we had not seen the reality of the area but something that was not there. We drove towards the silos to find the road veered to the right and away from the silos. There was a long chain link fence with NO TRESPASSING signs blocking any access to get closer to the silos. We drove a short distance past the fence and saw a couple of people in a school yard. We stopped and told them we were from the Washington DC area and asked them what type of power plant that was. They told us the site was a coal-burning plant for the area’s electrical power supply. We asked them further if the plant was ever nuclear powered and was told no. We asked if there had been any reports of UFO sightings and was again told no. The woman of the pair asked if we had sightings in the Washington DC area. I said, “In 1952 we had a large sighting.” We thanked them and pulled away. We retuned then to the motel for the rest of the day. We started our return trip to Arlington the following morning.
During the return trip this time, he remarked (and even got a bit nostalgic) about his summers there. Just yesterday in a conversation about preparing this document, Chuck remarked that he does NOT remember passing this area last year. He certainly would have remarked about his childhood memories to me then and I also would have remembered them. Chuck further remembered that he doesn’t remember the entire remainder of the stretch from the fogbank on Interstate 64 prior to the merge at Interstate 81. It is interesting to note that the time factor from the West Virginia/Virginia border to the Interstate 81 interchange is approximately 2 hours! I also did not remember most of the trip after the fog bank. We went through the fog then it began to clear and we continued our drive with not much conversation which is odd for me and Chuck, especially me. I remember the fog and then coming out of it and resuming my filming for a few minutes and then decided not to film anymore. I remember nothing after that – except when we realized we were entering Interstate 81 North headed home. Another thing we noticed in the film of the fog bank is just as we enter the bank, the inside of the car became brighter as can be seen by the dashboard and the road in front of the car was much brighter; it didn’t last long. I don’t know a lot about photography so it could have been the lens adjusting – however it usually adjusts better than that. It would be interesting to have another opinion on the brightness. I obviously from the second set of footage ducked down in the seat, for whatever reason. There had been cars behind us but none passed during those few moments or whatever time we were in that brightness.As we came out of it which seemed very quickly if you see the video, there are only two pickup trucks that passed and no traffic behind us when we came out.. So what do I have here? 2 hours and 25 minutes approximately of missing time and a scene of the bridge area that doesn’t exist. Would that be a screen memory? If so why did they even need to give such a false projection? There was nothing they needed tohide. I am completely in the dark about this.
Chuck was hypnotized by a competent psychologist and the only recall he had was being surrounded in whiteness. The doctor asked if he could see me, “where is Charn” ? Chuck couldn’t see me. He said, “I don’t see him.” I can not be hypnotized pertaining to alien abduction or missing time, after I am under I go into excruciating pain in my left arm and have to be awakened. Comments (0)
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