Title: Carver County Park: The Night We Were Taken
Hive Mind Odyssey is no fiction, it’s a raw, personal memoir of an event that shattered the boundaries of self and revealed a vast, interconnected intelligence. In the summer of 1984, my son and I joined dozens at Carver County Park to watch a meteor shower. The night was festive, the sky clear. Then, everything changed.
Compelled by an unseen force, we walked in a line, entranced, as if strings pulled by some higher power dictated our moves. One by one, people were taken aboard a ship looming above us, it's dark silhouette stark against the twilight sky. I awoke mid-process, confused and terrified, the fog of enchantment lifting to reveal our stark reality. My scream cut through the eerie silence, breaking the spell and causing some to flee into the woods, desperate to escape the supernatural force ensnaring us. Others collapsed in confusion, grappling with the end of our hypnosis. My son and I bolted toward a nearby caretaker’s home, breathless, obtaining keys to a supply building where we hid, hearts pounding, trying to comprehend what had just happened. We huddled together, whispering frantic questions, feeling the weight of dread as others stumbled through the shadows, their faces pale with terror. Eventually, we were found. The tall greys rounded us up with unsettling calmness, their presence imposing yet oddly devoid of malice. There was no violence, but an overwhelming force commanded our compliance. This was not the Hive Mind we once knew, but something different and unsettling.
My son: When four years old, staying at grandma’s, the grays came into the room, light gray, thin-bodied, with oversized heads, about 4 to 4½ feet tall. I didn’t recall much detail, but they led me toward the front door, where I saw my dad heading outside. I called out, “Hey dad!” and he snapped out of it. Later, I told my dad the story up to the moment I saw him. He remembered the rest exactly. That’s when I knew it wasn’t a dream. I’ve come to believe the grays are biological robots controlled by something else.
The Father and his son found themselves in a field near the family barn where earthly boundaries blurred. There, standing with his son, the father awoke on a ramp of a otherworldly craft, an enigma that defied reason. For the first time, the craft lay open for him to see. Whispers of its functions filled his mind.
We were taken back to our farm in 1959 to a 5-acer field filled with aliens and told the Carver County Park abduction would happen differently by changing the timeline. The event at Carver County Park still happened, but we were not there.
William McNeff a MUFON investigator: I looked in my files for the account of someone else’s encounter in Carver County Park. I remember that it was in the magazine section of the Star Tribune, amazingly! I didn’t find it where I thought it was, and I didn’t have time to look further. But I never throw any important UFO information away, so I’m sure it’s still there. I remember the name of the person who reported it: Robert Kuglin. I have an address and phone number from that time, but they are surely obsolete by now.
Quantum mechanics allows for time-symmetric equations, meaning the laws don’t care if time runs forward or backward.
Roger Kvande
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