There were three, and I would say, one of them was a woman. The others were a bit taller but not much. They had ranks, like the army. You could tell one was higher rank by the way they talked. There were no differences in their clothing.
It was the taller two, the two men, who took my son out of the car. They carried him in front of me. That’s the only reason I got out of the car. It seemed hours that we went up into the trees and across the rocks. I couldn’t see their feet. They had hands that had three or four fingers with round suction cups on the tips. As for the color of their skin, this is what she told me: The color—receptors in our eyes do not pick up the true colors of their skin. The color we see has something to do with the makeup of our own eyes. The alien woman told me a person who is color blind can actually see their true color. To me they looked grayish—green, but some areas were darker. She told me that this skin was not their true skin. This skin is like a shield against the atmosphere they have to go through during their experimental work.
One of the guys kept saying, ‘You’re telling too much, you’re telling too much.’ As we walked she kept reassuring me that everything would be all right. They feel pain, but not like the pain we know. When they do things to us they don’t think we are really and truly having pain. She had compassion. The others? Yes and no.
When we got to the ship, or whatever, it blended with the rocks. I thought we were going into a cave. I didn’t want to go in but they had my son. I thought they were going to kill me. Everything I was thinking was like I was thinking it out loud. She kept reassuring me that I was going to be okay. Right away they took our clothes off, before we were even aware they’d done it. They have a section strictly for men and a section strictly for women. I have some small white round tubular shaped scars. One is a little beneath my thumb. I have one on top of my hand in the shape of a star. When I get a tan, the white marks really stand out.
I was having my period and they didn’t understand that. I had to explain everything to her, why we have menstrual periods, the egg, the whole thing. She said they already knew about the egg and the sperm. The samples they took were being put into jar-like things. They weren’t jars. I don’t know what they were called. I wasn’t giving information, they heard my thoughts. That’s the way they get information. The alien woman sounded like she would have had more of a woman-like voice.
She said, ‘No, you’re not deliberately giving me information. I already know what you’ve told us but this is for our records.’ She also told me that the cure for cancer was in spices and roots from plants we have on earth. She said that in the future our doctors will find this out.
She told me they experimented with human beings. She showed me some of the things they did to babies. They had deformed babies up on a shelf in some kind of liquid. Some were alien, some part alien, part human, and some were human from different areas of the world. There were some deformed baby animals, also.
They still haven’t had luck with reproduction between humans and aliens. Our species and their species don’t mix. The hybrid children live for a certain length of time, then die. I’m a Christian and I don’t want to believe in this kind of stuff, but this happened to me.
They had instruments that can camouflage their ships as army vehicles. One of the guys kept coming over and saying, ‘You’re talking too much!’ There were several alien men standing there with the first guy. Each time the woman told me something they all shut up and listened to what she was saying. I felt like they were agreeing with her. She wasn’t the head alien. I don’t know what she was.
When she took blood she tried to hit a vein in my finger. i told her there’s no vein big enough in my finger, it’s in my arm.
I noticed that our metal is different from theirs. I can’t explain it. It’s not a hard metal as we know it. It’s soft but not soft. I don’t know how to describe it.
On earth when you get a needle in your arm it stings. This doesn’t sting. It hurts, but it’s not real painful. I’m getting nervous just talking about it. They next did a rectal examination. When they put this tube up to take the stool from me, they kept talking about ‘samples.’
The woman talked to me. I wanted to know what was happening with my son. I could see him and I could see them standing over him, but I couldn’t see them doing anything to him. I panicked but I couldn’t react with my body. They held total control of my body.
They put a glass bubble-like thing over me at intervals. The lights beneath the table would then come on. It was like a very warm bath water type of thing. She would go away and then she would come back. Everything I thought was being recorded, all of it. I don’t know whether the bath water thing was to soothe me or what. I don’t know what it was for. She didn’t need to push anything on the instruments. She would wave her hand and the bubble—like thing would come over me, then she would walk away. There was always someone at my head. A man was stationed there.
I have a red spot now, like a red strawberry on my breast, where they did something. I don’t know what it was. It was like a connection to some kind of a machine. I also have little red marks on my arms where they made tiny incisions. Later I asked my doctor at home what they were and he said they were broken blood vessels. The thing that was behind me was there constantly. There were others around, doing other things. They had taken samples of weeds, samples of air, samples of bird’s eggs. They had bugs and dirt and other stuff. They had this gigantic rotary thing and it would revolve. They put the samples in it. Each of the shelf like things on the wheel had different colored lights. I felt as if I were on that table for hours.
In the other chamber there was a black man. She told me that he was from Ethiopia. They were taking samples off him. They have transfer machines that take the samples. Their seconds are many thousands of times faster than ours. I don’t understand that kind of stuff. Whenever I looked at the Ethopian she came over and the bubble came down on me.
They took stuff from my belly button. They don’t want us clean, they want us natural so they can test us. When they were taking my belly button samples she didn’t do anything, she just did the talking. It was the other one who stood on the other side who was doing most of the work. She was soothing me while he was using an instrument like a dentist would use, the kind of instrument they put into your mouth with a mirror thing. They took all the sweat and yukky stuff they collected from my belly button with that tool.
The black man was in a round room, a room about 8 feet in diameter, like glass but it wasn’t glass. Each room was like that. He was in the room next to mine. They took hair and skin samples from him and put them in different bottles. Then the heel. They took a shaving off my heel, then they tried to stick a needle up into my heel. I felt that pain. I kept asking why they were doing that. One of the guys came over and said, ‘You’re talking too much!’ so she never got to answer me.
They took my little toenail off. To this day, that toenail comes off automatically. It can grow out and I can be in the bathtub or walking around and it will just fall off. It never did that before my abduction. They took my little fingernail off and took a blood sample from my little finger but I don’t have any problem with that fingernail falling off.
I really wanted to know what they were doing with my son but he was in another part of that place. Their backs were to me. I couldn’t see what they wee doing to him. I said, ‘Please don’t hurt him!’ They told me my son was of very high intelligence. I could tell she wanted to tell me more, but wasn’t supposed to. She showed me a little of the history of the world on a big screen. When she was showing me, a balloon type cone thing would come over me and I could watch the screen. It was all from the past...wars, droughts, floods, murders, burning houses, volcanoes, forest fires. It was like they were telling me it was our fault that these things happen. That didn’t make any sense to me.
Somewhere in there they had a little bitty baby crying. At first I thought it was one of theirs, but it was human, a baby they had taken from somebody.
The woman alien told me everything was okay, that the mother didn’t know where it was and didn’t even know it was gone. As far as the mother knew, the baby was asleep. I got mad, very mad.
I said, ‘How dare you do something like that without anyone even having any say—so? And how about what you’re doing to me, without even having my say—so?’ Then the alien man came over and he was mad. I could tell he was mad. But I had not consented. I was controlled. I went with them because they took my son. It was like I was hypnotized. When I said, ‘You don’t have the right to do this!’ she didn’t say anything back, she just looked at me.
I felt they were fascinated by how soft and pliable our skin is and how easily it bruises. They told me some things about my family history and some things about my childhood. He told me one thing that stuck in my head, because I always thought that if you could be hypnotized you could tell about everything while you were under. I thought, I’m going to be hypnotized so I can tell about this in a way so nobody thinks I’m crazy. While I was thinking that he told me, ‘We can even control that.’
‘How?’ I wanted to know. ‘You can’t control my consciousness, nor where it is stored.’
He answered, ‘We can let people remember certain things and we can blank out certain things if we don’t want them to remember them.’
‘Even under hypnosis?’ I asked.
‘Oh, yes,’ he said. ‘We have programmed doctors, lawyers, psychiatrists, and we continue to program them for updates.’
They do monitor us because they showed me scenes from my childhood. They showed the most terrible times, never the happy times. Like when I cut my toe off. When I was little I was riding behind my sister and my toe got caught in the spokes and got cut off. My older sister went running to my mother, and she stuck my toe back on with cobwebs. I’m three—quarters Indian, one quarter Irish. We couldn’t afford a doctor. My mother crawled under the house and got cobwebs and put my toe back on. She saved my toe. They knew that. They wanted to know what kind of cobwebs Mom used. I said I didn’t know.
I felt they were so superior to me, so very, very intelligent, far beyond me. I’m just a country girl. They knew what level I was on and that’s how they communicated with me, on my level. There were words they didn’t understand. Like when I said ‘I bet you’ve have every Tom, Dick and Harry on this ship or whatever you want to call this turtle-type instrument here.’
She said, in what sounded, in my head, to be a slow computerized voice, ‘Tom, Dick and Harry? Turtle?’
When I said ‘You-all’ she asked, ‘Why do you say you-all?’
I said, ‘There’s more than one of you.’ They couldn’t understand why we aren’t as advanced as they are. We have the ability to be as advanced as we want to be, but we limit ourselves. We block knowledge out, because we don’t want to learn.
The male alien pointed to the black man and said there will be no way he will remember. I said, ‘Hypnosis will bring it back.’
He said, ‘No. Do you see what they are doing to him now?’ They put this instrument to his ears and the back of his skull. It looked like a stethoscope, but it had a little thing in the very back of it where it was shaped like a J, like a hook. There was a long tube that went from thing into a metal cabinet. He said, ‘He will not feel or remember anything, except for a feeling that he might have dreamed something.’
I remember a baby calf that was alive. They hadn’t started on it yet. It was frozen, but it was alive. It was standing up in one of the little rooms. They also had different types of bugs and all sorts of stuff but to this day I still don’t know what they doing to that baby. I could hear it crying and I did get a glimpse of it. It was a human baby. They wouldn’t say what they were going to do with it. I kept telling them ‘How dare you take that baby! You have no right, you turkeys.’
‘Turkey?’ he said.
I called him ‘Turkey’ and I said it so loud I guess everyone heard it. I said it in my mind. I screamed it in my mind and everybody heard it.
I do know that later when I was being brought back, my son was being carried up in front of me, and the female alien was trying to convey to me that she was very sorry. I could tell from her voice. I got back into the car. I looked back and my son was still asleep in the back seat, fully clothed just as he’d been before all of this happened. The car was running. The steering wheel was vibrating, but the round thing on the side of the road was gone. I thought, Wow! I must have had a heat stroke!
The whole experience began to flood back into my mind and I thought, that must have been a dream. Then something made me look to my right and there she was, the female alien, just standing there. She was reassuring me that everything was okay, now. She was by herself, then suddenly she was gone. It was beginning to get dark.
We had been away about six hours.
Chapter 19
SEARCH YOUR OWN LIFE; A QUIZ TO DETERMINE WHETHER YOU HAVE HAD THE UFO EXPERIENCE
Here are some questions that may help you decide whether you have had contact with the aliens. If you answer 18 of the questions below with a “yes,” I think we can safely say that you have indeed been in the presence of the intruders, either willingly or unwillingly.
1. When you were a child did you feel or see beings no one else knew about?
2. Were you beaten or sexually molested as a child?
3. Have you dreamed that you were a patient in “lab-like” or “medical type” surroundings?
4. Have you dreamed that you were the subject of unusual medical examinations?
5. Did you, as a child, dream of being taken onto an aircraft of any kind?
6. Have you experienced significant memory losses?
7. Have you experienced periods of lost time?
8. Have you seen or encountered UFOs in the sky or on the ground?
9. Have you had psychic experiences?
10. Have you had an obsessive love relationship?
11. Have you had a hysterectomy?
12. Have you had one or more miscarriages or natural abortions?
13. Have you had kidney problems?
14. Have you experienced kidney stones?
15. Have you been troubled in mind but unable to pin down a reason for your disquiet?
16. Have you had nightmares involving strange reptilian creatures?
17. Do you have remembrances which, you’ve discovered, aren’t even real?
18. Do you have sexual problems which you cannot explain?
19. Do you have fears and phobias?
20. Do you have any kind of weight problem such as overweight, bulimia, anorexia nervosa?
21. Have you ever heard voices which could not be identified?
22. Have you had tiny biological implants surgically removed?
23. Have you had mental problems?
24. Have you ever had an addiction to alcohol or to any other controlled substance or illegal drug?
25. Have you had unpleasant encounters with military personnel?
26. Do you live near a military installation?
27. Do you feel scared most of the time?
28. Have you any unusual marks on your body, unexplained -scratches, red marks, bruises, spots, burns or cuts?
29. Have you seen any unexplained patterned triangles, circles, circles with dots, or parallel cuts or markings on your body?
30. Are you sexually driven?
31. Are you homosexual?
32. Do you abhor sex?
33. Do you have unusual, perhaps unlawful, sexual longings or fantasies?
34. Are you a religious zealot?
35. Do you long for death?
36. Are you a human being?
Don’t be frightened that you marked 18 or more “yesses.” It is my personal belief that each of us, all of us who are the children of the earth, have had encounters with aliens. We have all been with them because we were physically unable to resist their forced intentions. We earthlings, after all, produce what they do not have, what they must have! Mel
ancholy, pain and fear as well as all our myriad other human emotions.
Chapter 20
LIFE PROCEEDS: HOW TO DEAL WITH YOUR UFO EXPERIENCE
Have I told you more than you wanted to know? There are only a few more things to reveal. If you’ve had UFO contacts you can either drive yourself crazy by wondering “if you’re crazy,” or you can begin to actually do something for yourself. Paralysis and lack of action can only keep you glued to that one spot in your life, the spot which is causing you such pain.
My suggestion is that you put yourself into a positive frame of mind and try one or all of the following suggestions:
o Keep living. The aliens are very little interested in older people. Age brings some protection.
o Put positive music or pleasant tones all around your house. Put up wind chimes, listen to lovely music from the CD or record player, or play the instrument that you always wanted to play. If you always wanted to master the piano (or any other instrument) but never learned, begin lessons now. Have a sweet sounding doorbell installed. All these sounds are positive sounds and aliens don’t care for positive sounds. They have little interest in calm, harmonious frequencies. Crashing, ugly, dissonant sounds are more their style.
o Do whatever is necessary to cure and change the bad habits which connect you to the alien lifestyle. If you are engaged in habits or afflicted by addictions which are detrimental to your well being, then please understand that you are perpetuating the alien connection with each indulgence in each wrongful choice. This means tobacco in any form, alcohol to excess, marijuana to excess, crack, crank, heroin, cocaine, opium, or uppers, downers, or any other medical drug which is not specifically prescribed by your doctor. Huffing and sniffing chemicals are also verboten if you want to cut your connection to the UFO world.
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