Interview with an Everyday Woman


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by Scott Bloomquist

The subject of our interview was willing to share her story with us under the condition that her true identity be protected. So, for the purposes of this interview we will call her Ms. Liz.

She is a grandmother and a part-time crossing guard living in Toronto. She has spent the last three summers visiting her daughter and granddaughter in Flagstaff, Arizona. She worked for Canada Post for 14 years before her late husband's electrical supply company was granted the contract to provide components for the new LED traffic light systems for 3 Canadian cities and 14 others in the United States.

She lives here in Canada, where she grew up and where much of her family still lives.

I met Ms. Liz when I moved into a new apartment building a few months ago. She didn't seem like much out of the ordinary, but I suppose no one does when you see them doing their laundry or getting into or out of an elevator. One day, she asked me if I had noticed weather or not the pool had been cleaned yet. Stating that I didn't know, but agreeing with her that one shouldn't have to ask, we soon became fairly friendly acquaintances around the building.

She is a very kindly looking woman, and her face seems to reach out at you as if to say hello even if she remains perfectly quiet. Medium height and build for a woman, she doesn't ask for much, she merely expects it and has been known to squeeze herself into already over-crowded elevators to the protests of the crammed occupants. She just smiles with her whole face and gets on with whatever she has to do. She smokes cigarettes and consumes a great amount of varying herbal teas, which I found to be something of a contradiction, but this left me totally unprepared for what lay ahead.
I encountered Ms. Liz at a grocery store not far from the building we both live in, she was visibly agitated and not her pushy, but jovial self. She was yanking her shopping bags from the checkout counter and storming out the door when we passed each other. I said a surprised "hello". She looked at me as if she has never seen such an unfamiliar person in her life and continued away from the store. That afternoon, I crossed Ms. Liz again, this time, in the courtyard garden of our apartment building. I asked her if she was having a rough day, to which she was surprised that I noticed that she was; apparently not having recognized me at the grocery that very morning.

She was quick to bring up the source of her apparent anguish, "Did I ever tell you that I have seen the inside of a spaceship?" It was at this moment that, for some reason, Ms. Liz would spend the next three months telling me little snippets of a story that sounds completely insane. Over a series of small conversations in places like the courtyard and the laundry room, it finally became clear to me that Ms. Liz believes that she has been abducted by extraterrestrials; not once, not twice, but multiple times over the course of her life.

You're probably as flabbergasted as I was upon first hearing her seemingly outrageous claim, but as I continued to listen to her sporadic tales I began to realize that perhaps the explanation for her experience wasn't outrageous at all, and, in fact, was perfectly sane. At an arranged interview at her apartment I was determined to coax out a clearer picture of an alien abductee.

The Interview
Me: What is your name?
Ms. Liz: Ms. Liz
Me: What do you do for a living?
Mr. Liz: I am a crossing guard.
Me: What do you do for fun?
Ms. Liz: Well, I like to paint and travel and last time I went to Flagstaff I started a collection of glass miniatures.
Me: How long have you believed in extraterrestrials?
Ms. Liz: Aliens? Since I was younger.
Me: When was the last time you were abducted?
Ms. Liz: Thirteen years ago, just after my daughter moved away to Arizona.
Me: How long were you gone?
Ms. Liz: It doesn't feel like long at all. Time isn't a problem.
Me: Have you ever undergone hypnosis for any reason?
Ms. Liz: No.
Me: Do you have any pets?
Ms. Liz: No.
Me: Do you sleepwalk?
Ms. Lliz: When I was younger, yes.
Me: How much younger?
Ms. Liz: A while.
Me: What is your name?
Ms. Liz: You already asked me that.
Me: Have you met any other abductees?
Ms. Liz: Yes.
Me: How did it change your life?
Meeting other people?
Me: No, the abductions.
Ms. Liz: By now I can't imagine my life without them.
Me: Did you ever try to document your experience in any way?
Ms. Liz: I wrote about it in my diary.
Me: Do you have any symptoms as a result of your abduction?
Ms. Liz: I'm not sure. I was sick some years back but it was my ulcer.
Me: Did your abductors ever try to communicate with you in any way?
Ms. Liz: I feel like the whole thing is a kind of communication.

While the conviction with which Ms. Liz tells her story might come off as bizarre its kind is not uncommon among characters such as Ms. Liz. Alien Abductees frequently resemble each other socially and in life experience as well. They are often individuals who are off-center from the community. They frequently have experienced an extreme or recent trauma in their lives. However, the shape pic8.jpgcharacteristic that they most frequently share is that of loneliness, and Ms. Liz is certainly that.

The most interesting of her answers was that her last abduction was when her daughter moved away to Arizona. This alien abductee seems to be coping with losses in her life by translating the harsh experience into a story about leaving earth, the scene of her loss, behind.

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