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Profile: Jerry Biddle

You're going to think there were magic mushrooms in the mashed potatoes we formed into Devil's Tower, but Jerry Biddle has been abducted by aliens. He knows because he was running a steady 102-degree temperature for years which led to painful sinus infection after painful sinus infection - the type that left doctors scratching their heads, searching for answers to this medical marvel of a man on fire.

But a cure wouldn't come in a package of Sudafed for Jerry; Tylenol didn't do the trick either - it couldn't. See, Jerry had a tiny communication device implanted in his head by people who live on the other side of our sun; and until a monstrous cough launched it out of his throat and across the bedroom of the Pleasant Hill home where he resides, he suffered.

"I had seen them. I had been near them. I had studied them," Biddle says. "But I was in absolute shock when I found out that they had taken over my body."
At first, the former night watchman thought the small device to be lung butter - a loogee of sorts. But when his temperature dropped immediately, and the piercing feeling behind his forehead subsided, he knew what had taken place.

"They had picked me," he says now. "Not because I was special or anything, but because I understood they were out there. That they were all around."

Stark-raving mad, right? Biddle (an avid Cityview reader, which doesn't quite make him alien) says he expects people to think as much, even from an intelligent species like us.

"If people heard us talking," he says, "they'd probably think we were a couple of cuckoos, and that I'm just paranoid." But that doesn't make it any less true. He's a Freemason, he says. And Freemasons never lie.

Close encounters of so many kinds began for Biddle as a boy, when he became fascinated by stories of flying saucers and men from Mars. And his mother fueled his passion by taking him to buy books about extraterrestrials.

Some might even say that Biddle was abnormally infatuated with little green men (He would later figure out, however, that they were, in fact, tall and brown or blue), as he fashioned himself into somewhat of an expert on the subject through his preteens and into his '20s. Biddle could be heard on WHO Radio sounding off on the subject, as well as on KSO's late night "Opinion" show and KIOA under the nom de guerre "Informant X." Then came turns on national radio shows like "Coast to Coast." But it wasn't until 1989 that he made contact, observing a "flying rectangle" outside the Monfort plant.

Ten years later, he started telepathic communication with the people from the other side of the sun.

"It all started to come together," he says, "after I was hypnotized."

The person, who was able to correspond with him after "the right side of his brain power was freed" told him her name was Katherina and her language, "to us," sounded most like Russian. She also described life on her planet: They live to be 2,000 years old; only some of them are responsible for the cattle mutilations; they have no TVs or telephones - don't need them; they know who Jesus is, but cannot get into heaven; they have no crime; many of them live here among us, and only the smartest of us know who they are; and they only have sex for reproductive reasons.

So has Biddle (who will not disclose his age or allow his photograph to be taken) had sex with aliens? He says he thinks so, but won't know for sure until he is hypnotized again.

"But I'm guessing I have a lot of children out there," he says, adding that before Katherina died she told him he would become a country music recording artist and be able to "set the record straight about what's going on out there and all around us, because people listen to famous people."

However, coughing up the implant, he says, has kept him out of the lunar loop.
"One stood at the side of my bed naked a while back," says Biddle. "And I saw a UFO a few weeks ago. But if you're asking me if they still have control over me, I'm not sure. They got inside of me to understand our form. I think they might have gotten a good enough look." - Jon Gaskell

Jerry Biddle is currently looking for a top-flight hypnotist, and asked us to have anyone interested in entrancing him to contact editor@dmcityview.com or 515. 953.4822 x-302 so that we can pass on the information.

 

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