By Dave Ruffino
My UFO connections go way back. I grew up in the 1960’s and 1970’s when the UFO craze was coming into full bloom. Back in the 50’s there was a small UFO culture but for the most part people back then kept their beliefs to themselves out of fear of ridicule. The 60’s saw saw a great change in out culture and things that were considered fringe before then started to come out into the open for examination and/or ridicule.
My dad always fancied a good science fiction movie. When Star Trek first came to television he was elated and we watched it like it was some sort of prophecy that would some day come true. Dad brought home almost every UFO magazine that he could find at the newsstand. Like most boys, I wanted to be like good old dad, so I too got into reading the magazines and books that he bought home. While other dads were taking their boys to Little League Baseball or Yankees games, we would be out building a radio, checking things out in a microscope, using the chemistry set or we’d be out in the yard looking at the stars through the telescope. Yes, dad was a real hit in the neighborhood. Kids from all over the block would come to look at the moon, or Jupiter or anything else interesting that dad could find in the scope. But Star Trek and the UFO magazines were the biggest highlight. Even today when my cousin and I get together, he’ll bring up how dad used to almost force us to watch Star Trek. Making any sort of noise or causing any sort of distraction got one a look from dad that would stay with one for quite a while. Now I don’t fault my dad for anything. He just liked to check out stuff that others didn’t think twice about. While other fathers worried about treating jock itch or athletes foot, my dad worried about getting official permission from local authorities to launch the model rockets that we built. Yes, my dad was quite unique and I’m very thankful that I was born into his family.
In 1968 my parents came to the conclusion that they didn’t want me and my sister growing up in the city. Of course it wasn’t technically the big city, but East Rutherford was close enough to New York City for the problems of the city to move into our town, and it did with a vengeance. So, they bought a house in Toms River, New Jersey and we moved in July of that year. Dad liked to go out for drives all the time and I was his co-pilot. We drove west a few miles from the house and found ourselves at Lakehurst, Naval Air Station. Little did I know that that place would fit into a scenario that would play out later that year.
At that time in our lives my sister and I really fought. Also at that time one of the bedrooms down in the basement attracted my attention and I got permission to make it my bedroom. It was mostly below ground but there was a window that allowed me to see outside and it faced to the east. I liked the freedom because being there allowed me to stay up late and if I was quiet I wouldn’t get discovered. One night I stayed up reading something (I can’t recall what it was) and when tiredness finally started to overtake me I turned off the light and laid down in bed. As my head hit the pillow I remember thinking to myself that the room was pretty brightly lit. I dismissed it as being a full moon though and laid back down. But my curiosity piqued and I had to get up and check out the moon because I always liked looking at a full well lit moon. So, I looked out the window and saw a bright round object just above the house across the street. I thought it was the moon until I looked to the right and saw the full moon in that direction. Well, Earth only had one moon even then so I stared at the object and realized that it was a UFO.
Seeing the object first brought pleasant thoughts to my head, but as I stared on a great fear came over me. So, I headed to were everyone feels safe; in bed under the blankets. The fear started to intensify and soon I found that I couldn’t move. Then I got the idea to scream for my parents, but no voice would come out of my mouth. I was scared so bad and there was nothing I could do. I didn’t know Jesus back then so I didn’t even think of calling out His name. All of a sudden I heard a dull roar that got louder by the second and when the roar was just over my house I realized what it was. It was the sound of at least two jet fighters from Lakehurst. As soon as the planes had passed the fear went from me and I felt normal again. After mustering up enough courage to look out the window again and realizing that the light was gone I was finally able to get to sleep. My dad was really amazed when I told him the story the next morning. My mother looked at me like I was recounting a vivid dream. My event was further confirmed by a neighbor who told my dad that the same morning his car was “buzzed” by a UFO and that it chased him for about a mile.
In the years that followed any religious training that I had gotten at any of the churches my mother dragged me to really fell away from me. I started to drink as a young teenager and as is what happens in most cases, the drinking led to drug abuse when I was in my later teen years. My parents had divorced and I had a big void in my life that I couldn’t seem to fill. In school they were teaching me that my ancestors were knuckle draggers and that if I traced my line back far enough, I would find out that I was related to some single celled animal that appeared after a lightning strike in some pond billions of years ago. Why should I act like a model citizen when there was no meaning to life and that everyone was out to put it to me throughout life. I became like the system…corrupt.
Well, I won’t go into much more about life because that can all be read in my biography that is also located on this site. Life went on and I decided that I was a real scumbag and needed to get saved or I would probably, sooner rather than later, end up dead and in hell without any chance of any sort of redemption. I came to faith in Jesus Christ in 1979 and my life changed for the better. During my walk in this new life I learned a lot about the spiritual forces at work behind the scene. It took me a while to discover that what I had felt in my childhood in that basement bedroom was really a battle for my soul.
In the time that followed my conversion some things happened that reminded me of the fear that I felt that night so long ago. One night I got together with a group of Christians. We were listening to a tape that was recorded by a fellow who was making claims that Rock and Roll artists used what is called “backmasking,” on their recordings. Basically, this involved recording words or phrases backward on record albums so that when the disks were played backward, a message could be heard. To be honest, I could hear some of the tracks, but not others. We finished listening to the tape and I excused myself from the group so that I could use the bathroom. While I was walking up the stairs I came against a presence that although unseen, was strong enough to keep me from proceeding up the stairs. Along with the force came the fear that I had felt years ago. I played it cool though and calmly walked back to the group and told them what had just happened. The leader knew immediately what to do. He formed us in a group and we started to pray and sing hymns as we walked up the stairs. As we moved the spirit was forced to move out of our way. We prayed it into a room that had an open window and we could feel the presence depart out of the window. It was both the strangest and most blessed thing that had happened to me so far in my walk with Jesus.
The story continued with the tape. I got a copy from my friend so that I could play it for other people. We both agreed that whatever group of people we played it for would have to pray protection over the group before the tape was started. One night I brought it to a single’s meeting that we held at the house of a dear sister named Irene. I announced the tape and told the group that we better pray before we play it. Now that I think about it, I was sort of amused at the group when they all dismissed the idea of prayer as being a little too precautionary. I sat back and played the tape, knowing that there would be a consequence for not praying. We got most of the way through the tape when it was decided to turn it off because of the late hour. We were wrapping up the meeting and Irene decided that she was going to turn in early and she excused herself. About five minutes later Irene came running down the stairs blabbering about something being in her room. I laughed and reminded the group that I wanted to pray before the session. So, I formed the group into a prayer wall and we walked up the stairs forcing the presence from Irene’s house. That was time three of freaky events.
Now I know that the last two events weren’t exactly the mimic of an abduction experience, but I included them to show that some of the feelings, such as fear and a very heavy presence, which are indicative of the beginnings of an abduction experience were present. If two cars look different but both have a Ford emblem on them, they are both Ford’s, aren’t they?
Over the years there have been times where I’ll be lying in bed and all of a sudden I’ll get a paralysis that comes over me. It is accompanied by the all to noticeable fear. It’s a fear that really can’t be described without the event. I’ve often wondered if it is like the fear that maybe a murder victim feels when they realize that they are going to die. Something of that sort perhaps. Now I’ve talked with Christians who have seen presences in their rooms when this sort of thing has happened. I have not seen anything, but the feeling of oppression is enough to let me know that the room has more than myself in it.
When these things happen I’ve always been able to thwart them by crying out the name of Jesus. I’ve been a Christian for several years now and have been evaluating these happenings. I’ve never had one of these experiences while I was being a lazy Christian. But, when the Lord is doing something in my life or when I am walking strongly with the Lord the enemy tries to intimidate me. But I have to honestly say that each time this type of attack comes my way it is lesser in effect. Perhaps there is some intelligence behind the perpetrator and he/they know that this sort of thing only draws me closer to my Lord. As a matter of fact, the last time I had such an occurrence was when I was preparing to start The Delusion Resistance ministry. It was really uncanny how it happened. The great thing that I have to report is that I felt it coming ahead of time and starting singing hymns and praising the Lord. After that and a few prayers for protection over me the attacks ceased. Again I had proof of the power of the Name of Jesus. The attacks only prove to me that I’m in the right camp because Satan isn’t in the business of attacking or disrupting his own.
So basically that is my testimony with regard to these things. I believe with the shadow of a doubt that those who purport to be “extraterrestrial” are actually the same old lie wrapped with different paper. I have no doubt that by using the, “we’re aliens,” lie they will deceive many people. And I pray that anyone who reads this and is being harassed by demons, grays, reptilians, Nordics or any other name that they might call themselves; that you will come to find Jesus, not just to stop the attacks or visitations, but to know that:
Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved. Acts 4:12