Maurizio Baiata

 It took me too long to write this note. I wanted to do it sooner and I regret I have done it only now. Some memories quickly fade away, inside me. Of this account a video recording of the conscious regression does exist. Once and if I will obtain it, I will surely have a more precise recall of the abduction experience. Psychotherapist Ruth Hover performed the regression about four months ago. I totally trust Dr. Ruth, an extraordinary woman who for decades, has dealt with the abduction phenomena and has helped hundreds to cope with the situation and overcome their fear. My experience occurred in Italy in an undefined night of September 1999.  Few people came to know it back then. First, my second wife Wendy d’Olive, and Cristoforo Barbato, both working in the magazine “Stargate” that I managed and directed. The other person I informed was Corrado Malanga, Chemistry professor at the Pisa University. Malanga and I had already left Cun (National UFO Center of Italy) an organization unable to approach the abduction phenomenon the right way. So, the next morning I informed Malanga by phone and he suggested a hypnotic regression. However, I thought that my experience was closed exactly as I recalled and I declined his invite. I was wrong.

 The Encounter

Our office was located in a beautiful villa approximately 20 miles off Rome, Italy, my flat was at the third floor. It was in the heart of the night when suddenly, I woke up stressed by something that urged me to open my eyes. A dim light filtered through the blinds from the garden that overlooked my bedroom. Darkness, almost, I looked at the clock. Tic toc, 4 o’clock. Lying on the bed I saw to my right, about four feet from me, a yellowish haze made of particles of light that seem to quickly join together in the air. A minute has passed, because I turned my head towards the bedside table on the left and the alarm indicates 4.01 am. (In present tense now) I tell myself that I’m fully awake and not dreaming. The shiny fog aggregates to shape up three silhouettes, orange-grayish in color. Two small figures, of just 4.5 feet in height and one bigger, about 5 feet tall are staring at me. The contour of the shapes become more precise. I see the figures from the torso up. I could distinguish their features at the top, but not the hands. Just three faces. Inexpressive. Big black eyes, a slit for a mouth. With my right hand I pinch my right thigh. Mentally, I say “Hey, here they come for me.” The tall one, somewhat similar to the “doctor” described by Betty and Barney Hill, seems to swaying his torso, leaning toward me as pivoting on a body axis. His face is approaching me. In my head I hear the following words in Italian, “Don’t be afraid Maurizio, we mean no harm to you.” Something triggered in me a knee-jerk not verbal reaction. So I answer, “This would not be good for you.” I am not thinking rationally, since they will surely understand what I mean. They will not take me easily away.

I wonder how this sentence comes out from my mind, but I don’t wait for their reply. The beings seem to communicate at one voice through the tall one. They keep staring at me, closer and closer but I’m not interested at all. I then turn my back to the other side and look at the watch, it’s 4.03 am now. I tell to myself, “They are gone” and I can easily go back to sleep now. I fall asleep. Waking up next morning I immediately remembered everything. Besides Wendy and Cristoforo, I told professor Malanga. “If you wish we will do a regression,” he said to me. I replied, “Thanks, no, because is not so much, nothing bad really has happened to me.” I was sure and aware that I had an alien contact but I was able to stop it, thanks to my automatic reaction of self-defense (I have practiced Karate for many years) that caused my visitors to give up. Then, I remained with this false belief until four months ago.

The Regression

Over the last 4-5 years I had the chance to talk of my experience with many people, privately and publicly, in Italy and in the US as well, at conferences that I was attending as speaker. Slowly, I began to suspect that things had happened not exactly as I have just described and I always believed had occurred. I was no more confident and so “invulnerable” as I thought I was. Because I gradually gained a different understanding, thanks to the many people with whom I came in contact. The experiences and the process of awareness these people were living and transferring communicating to me as real, where not only going in parallel with mine, but they were part of my life. The diverse reality was very slowly come to the surface. In other words, I was realizing that a bigger part of my alien abduction was dormant somewhere in my subconscious.

In the abduction procedure, the “memories repression mechanism” usually seems to work quite efficiently for many years. With me it had worked for sure. And you’re left alone floating in the sea of doubt. But everything was due to a change when I met Dr Ruth Hover McKinley, psychotherapist out of Fountain Hills, Arizona. We had previously met several times at various conferences, and I always felt the urge to tell Ruth my story. Obviously, I did describe to her everything as I thought it happened. She said, “Maurizio, if you wish, you could go more in depth,” but I declined the offer until four months ago, to the day I finally was ready for the regression. And I accepted the session to be recorded on camera as well. Sitting in a comfortable chair of a fully equipped tv studio, Ruth invited me to just relax and go back to those moments in Rome. (Again in present tense) Her gentle voice reaches my chords and resonates inside me. My gaze wanders at random into the room, I see the camera on the left and the main one in front of us behind which the director smiles at me. Few minutes before I told him playfully something like, “And if I begin to speak in Italian rather than English?”

I feel very comfortable now. I relax and everything fits to the reality in which I am consciously. Before we sink in, I need to open up the trunk of my consciousness and immediately, as soon as I close my eyes something happens. I feel like flooded by a flash of bright light coming from the left side of the recording studio. And now I say to Ruth, “Hey, here’s a strong bright light.” Ruth asks me to go back to the moment when I was waking up in my room. “What do you see?” Eyes half closed, I describe what I’m seeing. I am in very dark ambient. I know I am standing up. At about eight feet in front of me, as if under a weak spotlight, I see a large sofa, indefinable in color, gray or dull beige. A bleak room with no windows. Four people are quietly sitting on the couch. On the far left I recognize a dear friend from Rome. She moved to New York ten years ago. She is an abductee. I don’t know who the other people are. I think they are all men, just sitting still, motionless, and they have their hands resting on their knees. Their faces show a fixed expression absorbed in numbness. Their faces seem to be slightly tilted forward. On either side of the sofa, two grey beings are standing motionless. They are short, not exceeding four feet in stature. They seem to act as guardians, or controllers. They do not express anything. I try to fix my eyes in the big dark eyes of the one closer to me, on the far right. But there is no eye-to-eye contact with him. At the same time, however, another flash of light floods into my mind, permeating the recording studio as well. I can see clearly what is going on in the studio, but now I am also able to connect with the “vision” of my experience of many years earlier. It’s just like pushing a button on the remote control and instantly switch to another channel. Except that I’m not choosing this channel. Something or somebody else is directing the light. “Ahhhhh…” I am moaning…

And Ruth, “Now, who is with you?” she asks. “Oh, there’s someone behind me, I’m standing still and I feel a presence behind me, and now I feel two hands grabbing on my back on the upper shoulders and pushing forward strongly. I try to resist. And now before me there is another grey being, similar to the others, but taller. His head reaches mine in height. I cannot distinguish any feature of his face, though. Just like a dark human-like shadow that stands in front of me. Now the hands are pushing my back down, a gentle but strong pressure down and I find myself lying on the floor. I can clearly see the scene. They acted together at once. I do not understand if I am  immobilized or not. (I think) I’m shaking. Now I perceive the situation perfectly. I feel my pulse increase. I look at Ruth, who peered at me with a sweet expression, a loving mother. “Stay calm, all is going well, you can let yourself go, you know how…” she says. The scene does not change, but there’s another huge flash of light, extremely intense. And now I see two beings kneeling on my sides. Their hands are resting on my belly. “What are they doing with their hands?” Ruth is asking me. “They are fumbling,” I answer.

 Near Death Experience

And in an instant I find myself back in time to a terrible evening of April 1971. As the result of a motorcycle acciddent I was rushed to the emergency room of the Policlinico Hospital of Rome where I entered at around 9.30 pm. I had a coma. I spent the night in a bed in a large ward with many hospitalized people. Unattended by doctors a sleepless night passed, I am sure, between life and death. I lived a NDE (Near Death Experience) whose memory came to light consciously many years later. During the first phase of the coma I saw the tunnel and the light at end of it, where a translucent figure was inviting me to join the light. I travelled back and forward in time, driven by a force at superluminal speed. The feeling of total abandon that attracted me towards the light at the end of the tunnel was swirling all around me. A dazzling light that does not hurt your eyes and fills you up as the most tender and ardent love hug. Nothing mystical. Then the pain brought me back to reality. Waves of incredible pain in the stomach, with my intestines torn apart and flooded with blood, are coming again. That is the sense of this dimension, violent and lacerating inside. At moments almost every 10 minutes, the pain prevails over the fantastic warm sensation of beatitude I was feeling in giving myself to the light. But as soon as I closed my eyes I was able to see the light again. I was traveling back and forth. In a state of consciousness the pain signals life. In a state of unconsciousness, the feeling of bliss drives you away towards the other state that we call death.

Around 6.30 am, the next morning a merciful young assistant doctor noticed my status. I was screaming like hell for help. He ordered me to the surgical room.  They put a mask on my face and I passed out. The surgeons worked on my stomach. When I woke up, opening my eyes, I saw myself in a hospital room with my mother and my brother next. I watched the scene from above, I was in fact floating in astral near the ceiling and saw everything. This was the second phase of my life after life experience, what we know as OBE.

“Ruth… I can see now. Is there a link between what I am seeing now and my NDE?” I ask. If “they” have done such a thing on me there was a reason for my abduction. In doing so I understand that they are perfectly capable of determining the state of reality that we are living. To me they created a bridge, between the near death experience of 1971 and my encounter with them in 1999. These things are connected. I do not know whether is the same thing. I do not know if the aliens were there, next to me in that night of 1971. I know for a fact that the story of my abduction experience went well beyond the time when I thought I had them to go away and leave me alone.

No, they were still there, while attending the scene that Ruth invited me to describe. But there is a lot to add. Not only the last remnants of a vision that quickly faded away from my consciousness. With eyes wide open now. At the end of the regression I asked Ruth her opinion. “Well, Maurizio, you said a lot, but most important is what do you thing about it.”. “Me? I think… well, thanks to you now I know how things really went… I think… what kind of hypnosis we have practiced?”. “Just a mild relaxation and you have entered the other dimension,” she replied. “What? You mean the other dimension where we can access and see them as well?”. “Yes, if you open the right door, you can see, you can do it other times if you want, on your own”. “But it’s just a matter of technique?” I asked Ruth. She just smiled. Time up.

A month later Ruth wrote to me, in a note accompanying a book that she recommend me to read: “Did you know that the two tall beings who where with you have golden eyes? They are tall, thin and the irises of their eyes are golden!!!” I think it is very necessary to see the video recording of my regression. I am still missing something. Otherwise it will take me another ten years to understand.

By Maurizio Baiata

Ahwatukee, AZ, October 27, 2010