Good evening, tonight I have some more of Jim Spark's 'The Keepers
An Alien Message for the Human Race.' I am sure none of it was very funny when it was happening to Jim, but I love his candor about how he was handling it. He seems to be getting a better handle on his circumstances as we go through these chapters...

..Getting pulled into a lesson again was no easy thing for me, and as soon as I woke up back in my North Carolina hotel room and thought, “I’m not safe anywhere,” I crawled right back into the bottle. I stayed in North Carolina two more weeks — drinking. When I got back to Texas I continued drinking about three more months, but then one morning I woke up after an abduction, and I thought, “That’s it.” Drinking alcohol is no solution. I knew I wasn’t an alcoholic. I didn’t need the booze physically, I was just trying to escape. So there and then, I made a decision: I have to face all this cold sober — stare it down — live with it. It was an important step. Drinking was probably hindering my ability to cope. I don’t feel guilty about resorting to alcohol, I just feel smarter now. My advice to my fellow abductees is — alcohol does not help you, drugs do not help you, running does not help you — only other human beings can help you. Getting understanding and compassionate people around you is what helps. I guess that’s true with everything, and I guess that’s what I was looking for then, but I sure wasn’t finding it.

When I got back from North Carolina in June, 1989, I was a wreck. Teresa was gone. She’d taken a leave of absence from work and simply wasn’t around. I thought this was probably a good idea. I thought it may also have been a leave of absence from our marriage, which was good. I needed to work all this mess through, figure out what was happening and learn to deal with it. You may be thinking at this point that all this was deadly serious and without a shred of humor, but it wasn’t.

As soon as I got home, I shocked the local security guard and mailman, and I don’t blame them. I’d weighed 160 pounds the last time they’d seen me, and I was probably down to 130 or 125 pounds. I was haggard, unshaven, and scruffy as hell. I probably looked a little like Howard Hughes in his last horrible years in Las Vegas. As I was getting my mail, my neighbor, a gregarious guy named Larry, came out and took one look at me and just stared, with his mouth open. I looked back at him.

“Aliens,” I said. The ludicrousness of the whole situation was juxtaposed against my suburban home and the everyday arrival of my mail, so I just told him the reason, pure and simple.

“What?”

I shook my head, astonished at myself. “Never mind.”

Larry was the accountant type who enjoyed conversation with me because I was more of a chance taker or rebel than he was, and he was curious. Our first conversation had been short, but it didn’t take me long before he craved conversation with me to learn my skills of marketing and selling.

“Really,” Larry said, “Tell me what’s going on!”

“If I tell you, you’re just going to think I’ve gone crazy.”

“No I won’t. I promise.”

I shrugged, too tired to object. “Well you asked for it! Come on in and I’ll make us some iced tea.”

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