ZetaTalk: Hybrid
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documented these encounters, and we will let her documentation speak to this issue.
Begin Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
I was about the age of 19. I think I hear something in the living room. I go out to check. I keep expecting to see those
little guys. I go down and go in through the dining room and the pantry through to the kitchen to see. I see one of them
in the kitchen, right where the door is where you come in at the side. He's just standing there. I think he's
communicating, "We want you to come with us," or something like that. He doesn't seem to be real decisive about this
and I hear something outside that sounds like a little crunch on the snow. I reach for my coat and I put that on. I just
seem to have light colored pants on, kind of baggy. We didn't wear jeans in those days, we wore baggy pants all the
time. I look out and go out with them into the cold. It feels cold out there now, because I've been sitting around
watching TV. He's going down the stairs, ahead of me. There's only about 3 or 4 stairs there, concrete, going out
toward the driveway. He's going out sideways, along the house, and we walk side by side toward the driveway.
On the other side of the garage there was more open space and some trees, and no house for some ways. I see
something. This one's not one of those 12 footer jobs, this one's 100 feet, much bigger. It still has that basic saucer
shape, and it's dark gray. I'm following a little bit behind him because I don't know which side. He goes along the
bushes where we're between the garage and the ship. We go underneath the ship. It's not on the ground exactly,
although I did hear a crunch sound. There's a little stair thing, 3 or 4 steps that drop down 10 or 15 feet off the center.
It looks like a thin chain running where you'd put your hands. It's a guide, a hand rail that would disappear. I'm
glancing up in there and it's all dark, but he wants me to go first. When I get up in there I see the lights are on, on the
inside. It's a room, a center room, 30 feet across but not the full size of the ship. There's half a dozen Zetas in there. It's not formal, they're just milling around. The walls are an off-white, not the usual grayish color. Well maybe it only
looks grayish if the lights aren't on, because a lot of times, when they had these 12 footers, it was during the day and
there wasn't that much need for lighting because the door was open.
I'm very curious. There doesn't seem to be any kind of an agenda. I get the feeling that the door and the little stair
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have pulled up behind us. I have no idea if we're in motion or not, if we've lifted. I have the notion that we have, but
it's a very gentle liftoff, just a slow rise straight up. I've got my hands in my pockets and I'm looking around. Nobody
seems to be paying any attention to me. There's an archway at the side, to my right, and a couple more of them come
in. It seems to be a cluster, and I see a little one among them, his head is just above their knees. I can't actually see
him because he stays right in the middle of that cluster. He doesn't hang back and he doesn't lead out in front, he's
always right in the middle. I just notice that some of those little legs are smaller than the others, and he's got little
pants on. With the Zetas they're just skin and bones and that's it. You don't know if that's their skin or their outfits. But
he's got little, light colored pants on, slightly baggy, and a little shirt, slightly baggy, and a little dark colored belt,
almost black, thin, maybe an inch wide. His head is very white, and it doesn't have the gray colors that theirs do.
Looks more round rather than the way theirs look, the tear-drop shape. His is more round all over.
They come out into the room and he stays right in the middle of them, for safety. I'm very curious about this. Then
they stand still, and I step sideways to my left a step or two and put my hands to my knees, bending over a little bit to
get a better look because he won't come out. He averts his gaze. He just keeps staring at the middle of my shins or at
my knees. He won't look up. He's just tiny. His head would come just above my knees. He doesn't look like a little
child, with a big belly. He's almost as skinny as they are. He's got his little hands in front of him. I'm saying something
like, "What's your name." I'm introducing myself.
I sit down on the floor and I don't look directly at him. I look off to the right, and he's looking off to the left. I sit
down on the floor, and I unbutton my coat. I sit cross-legged. I'm talking the whole time about clothes, about how I
have pants on too. And then he comes up a little closer. He's at my left shoulder about 8 inches away, looking at me.
As long as I'm not looking at him, and I'm looking off to the right and talking, he lets himself come up. He's checking
out my clothes. I think that's what he's doing. Checking out my pants. I'm saying that I wear pants. I take off a shoe
and show him my foot, that I have toes. I show my hand, that I have fingers. I pull my pants leg up to show him that I
have a knee, and a leg. I'm just nattering on. He kind of walks down toward my leg, staring at my calf and checking it
out. I figure he's curious. I shuck off my coat to show him I have elbows. He's practically on top of me. I'm going up
into the hair of my head and I lean my head forward to show him what the hair is. I pull it to show him that you can
pull it and it doesn't hurt, that it's attached and what it looks like on the scalp where all those little things spring forth.
Then I think I show him my ear and I close my eyes and I open my mouth. I've got my eyes closed because I figure
that opening my mouth might frighten him. I put my own fingers in my mouth and touch my teeth so he can see I'm
not about to bite him. And I feel this little finger, a little touch, like he wants to touch something too. I've got my eyes
closed so he won't be shy.
Then I hear one of them say, "This is your son." So then I open my eyes and I look up. I'm asking how old he is. It
seems like 3 1/2 years. He doesn't have any hair. His head looks like it's all rounded and white. It doesn't look real
hard. It's got dimples here and there. Our skulls are smooth, so I wonder if there's bone under there. Maybe there's just
brain. He has tiny little ears. They're very small. His eyes are hazel colored and they don't have any whites. His
eyeballs are bigger than ours. I don't look at his eyes directly. His eyes are downcast most of the time, or his head's
down most of the time, so I don't really get a full face look at him. He's got slight little bulges over the eyes, not
eyebrows, just the smooth part with a hint of a bulge above the eyes. I ask where he lives, and they say, "With us." I ask, "Why are you doing this?" and they say, "We have to, we've got trouble, and that's why we needed you." They say, "He's turned out well, and he was very curious about you." I'm asking him, communicating telepathically, "Is there anything else you want to know?" He's staring at buttons and things like that. I'm thinking about things like pets,
furry pets and kittens. I wonder what kind of toys they have. They say, "He has a very stimulating environment." I ask,
"Will I see him again?" They say, "Perhaps, if you both want to, we can arrange it." I get the feeling that it's time for me to go. I tell him he's, "Very sweet, just a little doll, so curious." I tell him I thought he turned out well, too. I guess I'm a little teary.
End Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
Begin Nancy's Account
I've recently met my hybrid son, now grown. He's not prone to fat, is bald, and still has his large, be
autiful eyes. He
can only make noises, not words, with his mouth, such as "Um humm". As would be expected, he communicated
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telepathically. I was told he could eat. He said he has no name, but as part of the genetic program, he has a number.
How many kids does he have - 141 and counting. I met some of them. They look much like their father, but are of
both sexes with some in pants and some in dresses, so no cloning, I guess. My hybrid son had 5 fingers, but the little
finger was only about an inch long and looked weird. Some of the kids had a proportional little finger, and the Zetas
explained this was being "smoothed out" in the cross-breeding. I noticed that the kids joints are not as mobile in all directions as Homo Sapien joints are. The kids are curious and active, and don't shy from touch.
End Nancy's Account
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ZetaTalk: Pregnancies
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Note: written Sep 15, 1995
Our emissary, Nancy, participated in the hybrid program during her teens and early twenties, and will tell the story
from the contactee's viewpoint.
Begin Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
I had a favorite spot. It was on a creek. They had built a stone wall where the creek took a bend. It would prevent
erosion. You could sit on that stone wall and look on the water, and the big trees were all around. Some trees in front
would block the road a little bit. There were places in there I would walk where it was really deep woods, and most of
the time you would never see people. I looked out over water, where you could see something in the distance, and
made a connection, make a mental connection. I would stare into the water, or look across, and go into a relaxed state,
try to reach out to the universe, try to understand the universe. It seems like Junior High. I almost felt impelled to go down into those woods a lot. I'd walk down. There was a way you could drop down from the streets. I'd walk home,
walk down to the woods, drop down to the woods, and walk around in there.
It seems these guys always come up from behind and never in front of you. It feels almost like a draw, like being
pulled backwards, against gravity, like you were a magnet, being pulled backwards and upwards, like something
grabbed you from behind the shoulders and was just drawing you up. The ground was falling away. I don't feel any
particular fear about this. I think it was because whatever happened in the woods, I trusted. I had great trust in Nature.
I didn't think that anything natural was evil, and if this was happening in the deep of the woods then it had to be OK, it
had to be natural. It feels like the ground is falling away, 20 or 30 feet, and it made me just a little bit uneasy. It seems
like something dark gray enclosing now, and a clank. I heard a clank, almost darkness, and someone tapping on my
shoulder. I see something, out of the corner of my eye. This person's bigger, though, it seems to be a bigger size, same
physique but taller than the others. He says, "We're here again." I think he checks my forehead lightly. I have this scar.
He brushes my hair. He says, "We have to talk to you, about the universe. Do you know where you're going? We're all
connected to the universe." It's all interrelated. We're all interconnected, intertwined.
He wants my palm print. I press my palm into something. I still think I have pigtails at that age. It seems they're
checking out the trunk of my body. I don't seem to have breasts. It seems they're checking how I'm growing or
something. I almost get the feeling I'm getting measurements taken, around the hips, like when you take measurements
at the doctor's office, bone structure mostly around my hips and rib cage. I don't seem to have any clothes on, but I'm
standing up. I think he's saying, "We have a problem." They're very grayish colored, and they're thin, like a thick broomstick. It seems like that to me. Even their bodies, almost like a thick broomstick. They don't seem to have a lot of
substance. Or maybe they're like a post, but the arms and legs are like thick broomsticks. Very, very gray. No color.
I'm noticing mine so much thicker than theirs are. He says, "We have to work together. We need each other." That's
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what he says. I have to share his worries. Something about the universe that's a concern. We're all interconnected.
There's this connection. Something one has to worry about, feel responsible about. Not responsible out of guilt but
responsible like you ought to do something about it, you ought to be concerned. It's got something to do with the whole
universe. We're all part of this together.
I'm thinking about how we always slept with the windows open and the frogs would clang out in a constant chorus. I
liked to sleep in the front bedroom where I could hear the frogs. I could sleep in there alone most of the time. I have a
little bit of a feeling of anxiety about something now. I'm very vividly remembering the open window, how it was
screened in. You fixed those things from the outside, you didn't put them on from the inside. The point is, the house
wasn't real secure. I have some memory of being in that front bedroom where I could hear the frogs chorus, and
something is going on with my belly. It's mildly disturbing. I thought that he had come through the window but I don't
think he actually did. I think he just appeared in the bedroom and I assumed he came through the window. It was
mildly uncomfortable, but other than being a little anxious I don't think I was concerned. The bed clothes were pulled
back and he was checking out my tummy. It's like poking, like they do to check to see if your appendix is sore, poking
around, but it doesn't seem to be a big deal. I remember the sound of the frogs, waking up and finding that there was
somebody standing there. This was that taller person, not the little guys that were smaller than me at that age. This guy
was slightly taller than me and he's standing there.
He'd come to check on something, I think. It was a status check. I get up and follow him out of the house, because the
house was open. There was a door there in the parlor that you could open. You could go out on the porch. The whole
area was very remote. We were at the end of a street. Dark, in the middle of the night. I get up, in my nightgown, and
follow him out the door and slip down the street, because the swamp was right across the street. We didn't go toward
the barn. We went down where the trees were very dense and there was a drop off. I was just following him in my
little nightgown. I remember one time when I went outside and I explained it to myself that I just went out to check
the night air or something like that. Well, maybe it was behind the chicken coop. There was sort of an open area there
right behind the trees. He came to check on something. There's a reason he was checking on something.
I'm very aware of my pelvic area, the heaviness that you feel when you're going to have a period, where there's
congested blood and the body is holding more water, and the organs there are feeling a little sexier just because of the
fact that they're engorged. I have to get onto something. I'm thinking of the term bidet, where you straddle it from a
standing position. You're not laying down prone at all. There's all this heaviness in my pelvic area. I have a little
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cramping now in my stomach, the same sort of sensation when you have menstrual cramps, when you're first starting
your period and it's first breaking through the mucus block so that the flow can start. Cramping a little bit and feeling a
release of pressure. In other words the pelvic inflammation or engorgement is lessened and at the same time the
cramping stopped. I don't think too much about that. Somehow it doesn't seem to be a big deal, certainly not as bad as
throwing up because you're sick to your stomach. It's not anything even in that ball park. It just seems to be a very
small thing. I don't think anything about it. I walk back. This time I come out the gate of the chicken coop and come
back in the same back door, like I'm worried about getting yelled at, having been out for a walk. I'm not supposed to
do that. It's all very dark, everybody's asleep. I just go back to bed.
In those days, if I was having my periods, it was with tampons. If I didn't have a normal period I wouldn't have
thought much of it. It seemed my mother just left me to myself, as far as having periods and things like that. I can
remember times when I though I was supposed to have a period and I didn't, just that kind of cramping that happens
naturally anyway. I wouldn't have said anything to my mother, because I wouldn't have thought anything was wrong.
I do remember, when I was [19 and working at a resort for the summer], that my stomach was slightly more than flat.
When I went back [home] I went to see a doctor because my periods had stopped. By that time I had already had a
period, one started after I made the appointment. He said it was normal for women to stop if they travel or work hard
and the like, so I though nothing of it. I was a virgin, and the thought of pregnancy never crossed my mind.
End Nancy's Hypnotic Recall
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ZetaTalk: Custody Rights
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Note: written May 15, 1997
To those contemplating the hybrid program while not actually participating in it, the fact that the humans with parental