"Pamela's Reptoid had luminous amber-colored eyes like a
cat's and skin that was charcoal, green and grey in color. His
massive chest sported a breast plate, much like that worn by
Roman soldiers. He had sharp claws on his four fingers. When
he would appear in the room, the air would thicken, Pamela
would hear a high-pitched sound in her ears as well as buzzing
and clicking. In seconds, she found it difficult to breathe. Her
chest would feel as if it were crushed. She was paralyzed and
immobilized and the Reptoid would literally flip her on her
stomach. Then he would proceed with a type of tantric sexual
intercourse that would leave her absolutely exhausted. She
never feared him... She even felt protected by him."
"Oh Reptoid Lover," sobbed Pamela between the earth-shattering
which racked her quivering body, "you do me soooo
much better than Billy does!"
Pam's Reptoid Lover
by Bill Hamilton
Pamela was and is an experiencer, an abductee, and a contactee. She
has experienced most if not all of the major indicators of this type
of experience: missing time; waking up during the night and having
feelings of paralysis; nightmares or vivid dreams of aliens and/or
their technology; sleep disorders, also waking up consistently at a
specific time (usually 3 A.M.); physical marks on her body; repeated
sightings of alien craft; clear remembrance of alien contact and
interaction; and numerous other indicators and events that correlate
with others' incidents.
I first met Pamela in 1991 when she was married to Al. Al had
witnessed some of the phenomena that Pamela had, but was totally
non-committal and not supportive. After Pamela finally obtained a
divorce after long proceedings, I married her in September 1994. Her
experiences have not stopped since I married her, but they have
lessened in intensity.
Pamela's remembrances go back to her crib years between 20 and 24
months of age. At that time she would see a tall man appear in her
room. He was always wearing a top hat, a long coat, and a ruffled
shirt. Later when she saw pictures of Abraham Lincoln, it always
reminded her of her mysterious tall visitor. He would stand waving
something with his arms. He would never say anything. She did not
fear this man. He gave her the feeling of watching and protecting
Then the Greys came. They would only come occasionally. They would
put their long arms through the bars of her crib. Of course, at that
age, she did not know who or what they were. They always seemed to
come from the closet. For that reason, to this day, she does not
like to see the closet doors left open. She thought they were little
monsters that came out of the dark recesses of the closet. This was
around 1949 when she lived in Indianapolis, Indiana.
At the age of 3, a very tall nordic male with perfect features came
to her when she was playing with her toy blocks in a cute little
sundress and high-top shoes. She recalls that he told her that she
would be on a mission involving leading people through mountains in
the year 2011.
When she was in the second grade of school (1953), she would often
sail little toy boats in the water of a fountain near where she
lived. One day, a beautiful blonde-haired woman appeared standing
beside her. She had perfect features and beautiful blue eyes. Pamela
describes her as angelic-looking. She wore a white gossamer gown.
She would say things to Pamela telepathically. Pamela does not
recall all that she said, but one thing did stand out. She remembers
the blonde saying, " you are protected," then she would just fade
out or vanish. She has seen this woman several times. The last time
she saw this woman was when she was living with me in Reseda in
1993. One other thing she remembers being told when a little girl is
that she had something to do in the future, some sort of mission to
Pamela's mother was a housewife and was afraid of talking about
paranormal happenings. One time there was a strange creature, maybe
from some other dimension, leaving tracks on the carpet on the
stairway, but her mom did not want to discuss it. When she heard
Pamela talk about these experiences, she attributed it to Pamela's
Pamela's father was in electronics and worked under contract for
Naval Ordinance. It was possible that her father was a contactee as
he spoke of people from other planets and even took photographs of
UFOs. Some of these were day shots and some were colorful lights
taken at night. He told Pamela about life on other planets and
warned Pamela not to talk openly about it and to be careful who she
talked to about her experiences. He told Pamela that there was
intelligent life on the moon, Venus, and Mars contrary to what was
being told to the public via the press. Raymond was a man who worked
on the instrumentation for Gemini V and also worked on avionics for
the Boeing 707 jetliner. He was also a tech writer. When he was in
the Navy, his occupation was radioman second class. He worked for
Rockwell when they moved to Kansas City. Pamela remembers strange
men in suits always coming to the house to talk with her father.
When she was 9 years old, sometime during the summer of 1957, her
parents went out. She saw a flash of light in the picture window.
Two Greys with big heads and black eyes came into the house and
stuck a needle at the base of her skull when she was sitting on the
couch. There was probably some missing time with this episode. When
her parents came home, they could seen the mark on her neck and
found dried blood. She then started having headaches, but nothing
physical would show up when tests were run. She also experienced
fainting spells and black outs, but no physical cause was found.
After the incident, she was standing in the driveway one night near
their old green Ford when she saw a large cigar-shaped craft hanging
low in the sky. Its surface was reflecting moonlight. She estimates
that if she had held her thumb and forefinger out at arm's length,
that it would have spanned two inches. It was a dark cylinder and
showed no lights and no windows. It made no sound.
Starting at age 11 and lasting for a year-and-a-half she would see
the wall "open up" and life-like scenes would play out. In some of
these scenes she could see dinosaurs munching on vegetation. Other
scenes showed cave dwellers, or erupting volcanoes and molten rivers
of lava. In some she could see planets exploding. She could even
smell scents and hear sounds. She distinctly remembers hearing a
Brontosaurus making a loud trumpeting sound. Some dinosaurs roared.
Most of these scenes showed natural catastrophes. They were somewhat
like holographic movies.
From age 13 through 16 she saw many flying discs in daytime and at
night. The night discs showed counter-clockwise rotating lights. Two
of these discs made a definite whirring sound. One had pulsating
lights. This one came over a lake in Brown County in Indiana. From
the shore she could see red and white fluorescent pulsating lights..
Many times she felt followed by a man dressed in black. Many times
she would see him standing by the street light at the corner. He
never approached her.
Sometimes she would go to bed with night clothing on and wake up
without clothing. One time she found grass in the bed and on the
floor. Sometimes she would go to bed in her room, then find herself
in another part of the house, usually the family room and found she
had dirty feet even though she bathed the previous night. On
occasion she would hear her name called from outside, then wake up
outside blocks from her home on the sidewalk.
She would have vivid and lucid dreams from the age of 16. She would
find herself inside of craft and receiving instructions on how to
fly the craft. She remembers seeing symbols on panels. She saw a
huge crystal in the center of the craft. When she first got married
at age 17, she still went on having the dreams. Her first husband
was a skeptic and thought the dreams were just dreams.
In 1982, Pamela had married Al and Al brought her to his handbuilt
home at the foothills of the Tehachapis in California. The incidents
started to step up as soon as she moved into Al's five-sided house
on two-and-half acres of desert property.
One of Pamela's new visitors was a Reptilian Humanoid (Reptoid) that
stood at least seven feet tall. I remember when my friend TAL told
me about his initial experience of seeing a reptoid in his house in
Santa Fe, New Mexico in 1979. TAL had a map placed on the hallway
wall showing sites of UFO landings, underground caverns, and animal
mutilations. One night, he saw a seven-tall reptoid staring intently
at his map. The reptoid looked solid, but translucent in that he
could also see through him. At the moment of confrontation, the
Reptoid turned to look at TAL, and TAL hurled a stuffed animal at
him from the bed. The stuffed animal went sailing through the
Reptoid, who looked a little astonished at the foolish human act,
then hit the wall behind the creature. The Reptoids eyes seem to
reveal a great deal of intelligence. The Reptoid proceeded to touch
a point on his belt and disappeared.
Pamela's Reptoid had luminous amber-colored eyes like a cat's and
skin that was charcoal, green and grey in color. His massive chest
sported a breast plate, much like that worn by Roman soldiers. He
had sharp claws on his four fingers. When he would appear in the
room, the air would thicken, Pamela would hear a high-pitched sound
in her ears as well as buzzing and clicking. In seconds, she found
it difficult to breath. Her chest would feel as if it were crushed.
She was paralyzed and immobilized and the Reptoid would literally
flip her on her stomach. Then he would proceed with a type of
tantric sexual intercourse that would leave her absolutely
exhausted. She never feared him. She sensed he was extremely
powerful and very aggressive as if a member of a warrior caste. She
even felt protected by him. She could not smell the Reptoid. Greys
were different. She could smell them. They had the smell of decaying
Pamela often awoke with scoop marks on her legs or holes in her
hips, or triangular marks on her back as well as bruises and
scratches and puncture marks. These began appearing in childhood.
One time she had five distinct scratches across her left upper arm.
We believe that the Reptoid left his claw marks on her in this one
particular incident. The scars from these scratches are still
visible to this day.
The Greys have taken her blood, inserted needles in her neck and
fooled with her eyes and ears.
From 1983 through 1991, she would have orbs appear in the pentagonal
house. These balls of light ranged from the size of tennis balls to
basket balls. Some were white, some were orange, and some were blue.
All were silent. They could burst into view with a flash, and float
through the house. Sometimes they would come right through a wall
and out a closed screen door. Al would remark that he could see
them, but he didn't know what to think about them. He would just
shrug his shoulders.
In June of 1990, a little tan-colored alien dressed in a black
flight suit would abduct her. On one particular night, she saw an
orange fireball descending to the east of the property. During the
summer months, she would sleep outside up on the deck near the
summer bedroom on the second story of the house. There was an old
bus stairwell that was used to get up onto the deck. She remembers
being on the stairwell, fully awake, arguing with the little tan
guy. She kept saying to him that he had to stop doing what he was
doing -- taking her. She had a postal route to start in the morning,
and he was interrupting her sleep and might awake Al. His
expressionless demeanor conveyed the impression that he wasn't
accepting any of what she was saying.
Once, while traveling in 1991, Al and Pamela had stopped in Jerry's
restaurant in Blythe, California. A mysterious man deliberately
looked at her through the window, then came into the restaurant. He
was dressed solidly in black, had a very pale face, silver hair, and
was over six feet tall. He sat at the counter and ordered coffee and
water, but never touched either one. He just continued to stare at
Pamela. No one else in the restaurant paid any attention to him.
Once during that same year, she remembers an incident where she was
taken to an underground base in the Tehachapi Mountains. The only
recall that is clear to her is a landing pad with a large circled
number 38 painted on the surface. Inside the underground area were
two older men with grey hair and white lab coats on. They wore
glasses and pens and pencils in their coat pockets. There was a lot
of equipment, including video screens, up against the walls. She was
positive that she was in the mountains north of her home. Later, a
pilot friend flew her above the region looking for some tell-tale
sign of an opening or landing pad, but she could find nothing that
gave away the location of this secret hideaway.
All of this seems like a prelude to a terrifying encounter that
occurred on the night of May 14, 1991 when three Greys attempted to
remove Pamela from her bed. She had just gone to bed and turned off
the television to read. She was awake reading, and not asleep when
this occurred. She sensed something and looked up to see the three
Greys in their black flight suits standing in a triangle. One was at
the foot of the bed, and the other two were on either side of her
bed. That was not all. Standing in the room next to her bookshelves
was a man dressed in black clothing, holding a black box with a cord
dangling from it. Pamela struggled with the Greys to free herself
from their control.
The man in black stood there and told her she
had no electricity. She attempted to turn on the lights that were
powered by the generator in the backyard, but the lights failed to
come on. She managed to grab a flashlight and rush over to the
kitchen window where she could see numerous lights circling in the
sky and illuminating her yard. A deck that projects off the roof to
her right was occupied by an oriental-looking man dressed in Air
Force blues and a dark beret. He was laying prone on the deck and
gazing down at a K-9 sentry dog that was in the yard with Pamela's
own 100-pound Labrador who was barking at the strange German
Shepherd. She yelled at the man not to kill her dog. The three Greys
she had seen before were now in the yard and the man on the deck was
yelling at them to get Pamela "out of the GD house."
The next thing Pamela knew, she was standing in the yard behind the
Generator shack. She remembered that her husband had come from the
back room to the kitchen window after she had yelled for him, but
now she was alone. Her husband was gone, the dogs were gone, the Air
Force Officer was gone, and the Grays were not in sight. All she
could see was above her. A huge disk rotated. It had bright red
lights and was emitting a fog or vapor from portals along the
underside rim of the craft. Her next conscious memory was awaking on
the bed at about 3:50 AM. Over four hours of missing time had
elapsed in one of the strangest and most terrifying encounters that
she had ever experienced. It left her with more questions than
answers. Later, under hypnosis, a portion of her missing time aboard
the hovering ship, was recalled.
All of this was on her mind when I
drove up to her gate the following morning around 10 AM. She was
hysterical and crying. She could not believe all that had just
happened. We found out later from her girl friend and neighbor, that
her girl friend had noticed a vibration that night, and when looking
northward at Pamela's place, saw it enshrouded with a fog. Her
trailer was shaking violently and the dogs were going berserk. After
she ran out into the desert and saw the fog around Pamela's place,
the commotion stopped.
Pamela had a number of other encounters that year, but none as
dramatic as the one that happened in May. Throughout the summer,
Pamela, I, and others had several sightings of strange moving night
lights over the Antelope Valley. Some of these I have nicknamed
"Jumpers" because the light-strobing objects seem to jump from
position to position in the valley skies instead of moving on a
continuous course. Aircraft with strobes could be seen moving on a
continuous course for comparison. We also witnessed a train of
lights coming in from the west late one evening in July. The
individual lights in the procession were glowing with a beautiful
golden glow and were surrounded by plasma coronas.
On November 4, 1991, on her birthday, Pamela had a spectacular
sighting of an arrow-head shaped object moving above the Antelope
Valley Freeway at 7:18 AM. on her way to work under clear daylight
conditions. The object was charcoal black, had no vertical
stabilizers, emitted no sound, had some sort of tiling on its
bottomside, and was about the length of a football field.
Pamela had helicopters flying over her property. On one occasion one
came down to within 100 feet of the ground with the side door open
and the men inside very visible. She also feels that men in a
low-flying highway patrol plane buzzed her place and took her
picture when she was standing in the yard. With my prompting, she
started to photograph these helicopter overflights. Another abductee
in Southern California, Licia Davidson, had taken numerous photos of
various helicopters that had buzzed her house. On many occasions,
helicopter personnel were seen pointing cameras at the witnesses.
Some of the copters carried sound booms that could amplify
conversations and sounds emanating from the ground.
A surprising incident occurred to Pamela in late October prior to
her November 4th sighting. She was looking out her kitchen window
and saw seven strange objects form symbolic patterns in the sky over
the saddle of the Tehachapi Mountains. She went outside and yelled
to Al to follow her. At that time a brilliant ball of light came
rushing out of the center of the formation as she watched. It came
at great speed straight toward her and she ducked as it circled and
came within two feet of her face. Then it slowly circled her and Al
and shot straight up, vanishing along with the formation of symbols.
This is one of the few incidents that Al fully admitted to when I
queried him about the matter. Almost immediately following this
extraordinary event an old 1959 Chevrolet came tearing in through
the south gate of her property and two men and one woman emerged
from the car when it came to a stop. One man, a good- looking
blonde, was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt while the other two
wore military Khakis. They all appeared to be in the their early
Ignoring her husband, the three strangers forced Pamela to enter the
house and started ransacking the living room and her desk. They
gathered up all books, magazines, and videos on the UFO subject and
proceeded to tell her not to collect or gather any more information
or they would be back and the next time they would not go easy on
her. She started to cry and begged them to stop. They actually
became angry and shoved Pamela who shoved the dark-haired girl. They
became belligerent and warned Pamela that they would not tolerate
Pamela had the distinct impression that she had seen
the blonde man before and that these people were with the Air Force.
She knew this intuitively, but did not know why she knew. Upon
leaving, they had taken 10 out of 25 negatives of the black unmarked
helicopters Pamela photo- graphed, as well as her copy of the book,
Intruders -- an ironic fare the well!
When the three left to get back in their car, the blonde took Pamela
to one side out of the hearing range of the other two. He told her
that he did not like doing what he had to do, but she had been told
previously to remain silent. He said that she knew some things, but
others she did not remember, and that she would remember in time.
They left, driving off in the direction of the Northrop facility in
the mountains. While all of this was happening, her husband Al
remained passive and unconcerned. He did not ask the strangers their
business or for their identification.
Months after many of the abductions and the visit of military
personnel, and the separation of Pamela and Al, I took Pamela to her
medical clinic for a check on an infection she had contracted. The
nurse had left her medical chart in the room. Dr. K had been
treating Pamela for years and was a fatherly figure in his approach
to Pamela's health conditions. For the first time she noticed that
some of her medical records had been stamped with the instruction to
send a copy to a certain flight surgeon (Dr. C.M.) at Edwards Air
Pamela had never authorized her records to be sent to
Edwards. She had never been in the Air Force and had no relatives in
the Air Force. Her father had been a Navy man. Why was Dr. K sending
her records to Edwards? She asked him and he could not give her an
answer. He claimed that he did not know this was happening and told
her to check with the medical records department.
Pamela requested copies of her medical records and received only
part of them. When she queried the medica records clerk, she was
astonished to hear her say that some of her missing records were
ordered destroyed! She managed to obtain some copies of records with
the Edwards routing on them. Even when she requested that the clinic
terminate this routing on her request, the request was ignored and
the routing to Edwards continued.
We engaged the help of a Doctor G. who was a member of our MUFON
group to give us some data on the mysterious flight surgeon. From
the information he gave us, we discovered that he graduated from
medical school at the University of San Diego, a prestigious school.
While attending a UFO meeting one Sunday, Pamela and I stayed over
to visit the university on Monday. When we got to the records
office, we requested to see a photograph of the young flight surgeon
from his graduating class photos.
After Pamela examined the photo
with a magnifying glass, she came to the conclusion that the man in
the photo, the flight surgeon who was receiving copies of her
medical records, and the good-looking blonde man who accompanied the
two airman in Khakis on the October 1991 visit were one and the
same! She had positively identified someone from the Air Force who
monitored abductees. What could we do with this information? No one
had any good ideas. So the matter rests.
Pamela is still having encounters. She twice saw a little Grey in
our new house in Lancaster. He comes up to her within a few feet and
cocks his head to one side with a curious expression, then vanishes
into thin air. She once saw a dark cloaked figure in the living
room. Soon after we moved in she found, photographed, and drew the
outlines of a three-toed footprint on our carpet in the hallway. We
have heard strange sounds upstairs while we are both sitting
downstairs in the den. And on Christmas night, she photographed a
luminous orb that made a sharp-angled turn in front of the Christmas
tree. She has caught strange things on film before, including some
lights that were glowing in the bushes alongside the road into Long
Canyon in Sedona. This was in broad daylight in the afternoon.
Marks have continued to appear as if overnight on various parts of
Pamela's body, and when we see them, we photograph and document
them. Her health has deteriorated since some of these later
encounters. Pamela knows the world will change. Changes are
imminent. She fears the nights when she finds herself paralyzed. It
may be a long while yet before the world pays attention to the
perils of Pamela or any of the others who have had these encounters.
Don't tell Pamela or the others that they merely suffer from sleep
disorders. The truth is many of these events have happened in the
real world in the waking state.
Pamela and I have now moved to Arizona, yet her sleep is still
disturbed and she continues to experience paranormal events during
her waking hours. On one occasion in September, 1995 a supporting
wall in the house started to mysteriously vibrate. A few seconds
later, the wall stopped its vibration and a bookcase near the wall
started vibrating. There was no apparent source for the vibrations.
Mysterious sounds have also been heard in the house. She seems to be
the focus of invisible attention and, wherever she goes, she does
not escape its influence.
On December 7, 1996 Pamela had an experience in the
early hours of the morning that left a triangle of puncture marks on
her left hand. Each of the punctures is 1.5 mm apart and the marks
form a perfect equilateral triangle. Photos of these marks are shown
below. If other researchers measure the size and angles of marks, we
may prove to have some similarities that imply the use of the same
or similar instruments that cause these marks.
similarities between the triangular arrangement of the puncture
wounds and the .: Holy Three Dots :. employed not only by our order
but by various masonic and "illuminati" type secret orders
everywhere. Coincidence? We think not! -B:.B:.]