WHITLEY & ANNE STRIEBER: A LOVE STORY
Just in time for Valentine’s Day, read the heartwarming story of how Whitley Strieber, author of SOLVING THE COMMUNION ENIGMA, met his wife Anne. It’s totally “Aww!”-worthy!
Nine years ago, Whitley and I exchanged Valentine’s on our website. I wrote a diary and he wrote a journal, and neither of us knew what the other had written until we posted them and then–we discovered we had written about the same thing: The time when Whitley first told me about his close encounter experience, and also our joyously improbable first meeting—through an early computer dating service in 1969!
I’d been living alone in New York for about six months and I was LONELY. I opened the Village Voice and saw an ad for something called “Mind Mates.” I sent for the form, and filled out all the pages. When I got a list of names in the mail, all the girls on it had the last names of birds or fish except Anne, so I called her first. I will never forget walking into her place of work. I asked for Anne Mattocks, and, to my amazement, the beautiful receptionist said, “I’m Anne.” Even more, she went to lunch with me. And she was brilliant and fun and, to my amazement, seemed to enjoy being with me. Thus began what has become a forty-two year honeymoon.
When I had a close encounter of the third kind in 1985, it almost ruined everything. I thought that I was going insane, and I knew that Anne would be legally unable to divorce me if I became incompetent, so I tried to get her to divorce me so that she and our son would have some kind of a chance if I ended up in a mental institution.
But Anne absolutely refused to say goodbye to our love affair. In fact, she began using her powerful mind to give me the intellectual support I needed to come to the understandings that I have finally reached. So thank you, dear love, for your bravery and your faith in this wild and crazy man.
When I think back on our marriage of 42 years, what comes to the fore is the time we almost divorced.
This was shortly after what has become known as the “Communion Experience.” Whitley was acting strangely–buying alarm systems and guns, and checking the locks on the doors and windows every night. He started picking fights with me in a unique way: He’d tell me all the bad things about himself, then say I should file for divorce.
Eventually, after he’d had several hypnosis sessions and met a group of other abductees, he discovered that his terrifying memories of strange beings had a basis in reality. Before this, he’d thought he was losing his mind and he’d wanted me to leave him before he went completely crazy, so I wouldn’t have to go through the agony of committing him to a mental hospital. So when I finally asked him why he wanted me to leave, he said, “I think I’ve been abducted by aliens.”
My response? “Thank God! It’s not me after all!” And I never doubted for a single moment that he was telling the truth. What that truth actually is, though, it has taken the two of us over thirty years to understand, and I am very proud of the role I have played in that effort. We have lived a life at the extreme edge of strangeness, but also in the arms of deepest love, which is the great achievement of our long marriage, and our joy.
You can visit Whitley and Anne Strieber’s blog here.