Johnson, Vince

Johnson, Vince –

Author / UFOlogist / Past Art Director for the MUFON UFO Journal circa 1990s

 

Sims’ wife, Doris, has almost never been seen at meetings, and as for his teenage son, Sims told his new friends the aliens had wrecked him. Sims made friends quickly. He was “a real huggy person, like he’s going to help you out,” one woman remembered. Vince Johnson considered him just “a tad eccentric,” right from the beginning. As Johnson recalled, Sims held out his hand and said:

“Hi. I’m a warrior.”
HUFON gradually grew to about 150 members, and Sims’ role grew along with it. About the time he became abductee chairman, he founded another company called Saber Enterprises. Saber bills itself as a laboratory and research center, but there’s little sign it’s ever been much more than a post office box and a La-Z-Boy in Sims’ home. This is where Sims works as a certified hypnotherapist.

“A state of hypnosis exists any time we suspend the critical, analytical factor in the thought process,” he said in an old HUFON newsletter.

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Max Washburn questioned the investigator’s “weekend wonder” education. He thought the mass abduction was dangerous. “You don’t challenge the devil,” he said. Others found the central theme of the aliens versus Derrel Sims absurd. The chief investigator was not acting professionally, David Mayo said. Vince Johnson said the investigator was suffering delusions of grandeur.

They were most concerned, however, with the abductions group. They didn’t know what was happening in there, but Schatte believed some of those people probably needed serious help, and she and Johnson didn’t think Sims qualified to supply it. When Schatte made her points and suggested a mental health professional be named to oversee the support group, an abductee rose and shouted, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Things began to get ugly, but the chief investigator sat quietly through most of it. He let his abductees defend him until Rod Lewis told one of them to kiss his ass. Sims lunged across the table then “like Charles Manson on amphetamines,” Lewis said, and the dissenters decided to get the hell out of there.

 

 

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