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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 10:51:46 GMT -6
Someone asked me the other day if he could read some account of my experiences...and wondered where in here were they. Well..they're here..just all over the place. I've never nailed them into any kind of an account and to be honest..I've never been sure I wanted to. Maybe it's from being around this place..but I question older things that I dismissed as nothing..I remember more. It's going to be long winded and I sure invite comment or constructive criticism...I don't even mind healthy skepticism because I would be the biggest skeptic of all..if I did not have the memories I have. I am not seduced by any good feelings toward them at all..my mind doesn't see 'them' as good guys in any respect. ..................... For a long time, the first I remembered was when I was about 6 but recently I guess I'm remembering some things further back that I had dismissed in a different direction. We moved to the small town I live in when I was 4 and that's evidently when the dreams started. I'm remembering dreams of my father being taken away and swinging on my swing for hours waiting for him to come back and I remember the snake dream. Skywalker is tangled in shark dreams I guess my brain saw snakes. I was sitting in a horse-watering trough surrounded by thousands of snakes trying to get me. But that's all I'm remembering of that and I don't have any way of knowing if that is a memory of some alien thing or not. I do know..the snake dream is the last nightmare I ever remember having. ................. We moved from that place (still in the same town) when I was between 5 and 6. My parents were becoming increasingly hostile to each other..both alcoholics and my two older sisters (10 years older) were good at escaping the friction. I was alone a LOT. I do remember being terrified of their fights and oddly enough..at the worst of times someone would come along and 'save' me. One time a friend of my sister's came and took me out to watch an eclipse..he held me on his lap and pointed out the disappearing moon and for awhile I felt safe and secure while they screamed and ranted inside the house. such drama. There were other times like that..almost as if people were sent to me. During that time too..I acquired a very vivid imagination (I always thought of it as imagination..now I am not so sure). ............ I remember the house was quiet for a change..I was asleep. It was an old house and drafty..probably the windows didn't seal well but I don't know that for a fact. Out of a sound sleep..something was in my left ear and it was talking loudly like an insect trapped and buzzing in my ear except that it was patterned like language (young as I was I knew that). I screamed my brains out..hysteria time and it scared the thing that was bending over me. I don't know how it left I was too wrapped up in my ear troubles. Naturally everyone ran to the screaming kid. I was yelling that something was in my ear..a bug..and it was mad and going to bite me. I was a cute kid..little..red curly hair..but a bit feral because mostly everyone in our house was absorbed in their own woes. They looked..peered and poked around with q-tips. There was a small spot of blood on it but at the time they figured I'd scratched myself and eventually the noise faded to a dull buzz..it's been that way ever since..never stopping for so much as a day but you get used to that. ............ I told my mother and father about the 'monster' who put the angry bug in my ear. I described it but being parents of an hysterical child they chalked it up to a dream of course. Years later she would laugh about my monster and remind me of that 'dream'. A skinny..gray man with big big eyes. So ok..this would have been 1955 or thereabouts. I hadn't ever heard of aliens or ufo's. I know why it showed up though..I will always believe that I attracted it. During the fights between my parents I was usually alone..my sisters would take off into town with friends. I'd sit and cry. Me and God. I would curl up on my bed and beg God to make it stop to not let them split up. Nothing can be as passionate as a child sobbing away..terrified out of her gourd..her stability crashing. I am sure it intercepted my mental emotional turmoil and came. And now..I remember being as emotionally terrified when my father was gone a couple of years before. I was then a daddy's girl..I don't know where he went but I was waiting and crying a lot. I was a very vulnerable kid and I think they like that. For a long time that is all I remember. Other than my imagination. I would write stories in school that my teacher would not believe I wrote. She called my father in and complained I was cheating once. I wrote about a black horse with flaming green eyes and marble hooves that could mysteriously travel unseen. Just appear out of the blue. And other stuff. I became a pretty strange child without many friends who could keep up. I had dreams that my father was taken away in a black limousine When I did dream that..he would have a heart attack. That happened twice. Men in a big black car dressed in black suits. I always thought they were dreams. But..in later years just before he died..he told my sister that she had to listen..he had to tell her about the family secret. Of course he died before that happened. I have been thinking recently..he may have been the first family victim. I was the only one who developed the psychic thing. That may have had nothing to do with the 'visitor'..other than being an attractant. I've had years to think about all of this and I truly believe they 'hear' the mental population better or they can 'interact' with them better and there may be something to my 'lonely child' theory too. We seem to be the 'odd balls'..those of us who see them. Gotta run do stuff..I'll pick up the thread later
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 11:34:06 GMT -6
Thanks for sharing Jo. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your post and I am looking forward to more! You're apparently about the same age as my mom... maybe a year older. Gosh I feel like such a kid around here sometimes... now that Heidi's gone... lol... (come back Heidi!!!) Anyhoo... about the angry bug thing, that's pretty scary. I've had lucid dreams about feeling air being blown into one ear or the other before... but never a buzzing noise... I also was a very good writer when I was in elementary middle and high school- wrote a novel between the ages of 12 and 15. It never got published though... I was also accused of plagiarism in high school but the teacher (one in particular) could never prove it... even though I wrote some amazing stuff DURING CLASS for morning time free-writes... another advanced English teacher would tell us our assignment with a ruler in her hand, stop in front of my desk in the front of the class, SMACK the desk with the ruler, point it at me and say, "NO MORE than FIVE PAGES! I have OTHER papers to read too you know!!" and I would roll my eyes in response... hehehe... We do seem to have an awful lot in common... ~hugggzzz~
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 12:20:07 GMT -6
You are the kid around here, Lorelei! And I like it. Because I feel like such a kid sometimes, and I can't claim that role ;D. What I think is neat, is that I don't have to know anyone's age here. It is a good reference point for "experiences", and that is all. Thank You, Jo. Your story resonates with me. As much as I try to think of these "guys" as possibly with good intentions, trying to look at everyone's point of view, I still view them as "bad". Coming after a vulnerable child? "Double bad". That has been a hard thing for me to voice. Even just to say "that's just the way that it is" . And, most important IMO, is you have survived . I like your opinion on these things, and I look forward to more of your writings.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 12:47:58 GMT -6
Well..you are the kid Lorelei but sometimes it's hard to remember that because you have waves of ancient too. If you think about it awhile...there is another thing we seem to all have in common. I think of it as some weird peter pan syndrome. Physically and mentally I'm about 15 years behind myself and I was very slow to mature as a child. I think the phrase I remember the most in my life was GROW UP! Stop acting like a child. Wasn't an act...still isn't. I don't look my age and I can't act like it. Was it 'them' or something else in me they like? I'll bet all of you are like that in some respect. Just a tad emotionally immature with huge flashes of ancient wisdom...any takers?? I'd also like to hear from Spotless and Randy on this one
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 14:34:50 GMT -6
I'd also like to hear from spotless and randy on this one... I was a late bloomer to Jo... didn't start my monthly until I was almost 15... the average age for that is 12 for girls... but because I was tall and was, erm, well endowed I had college guys hitting on me when I was in middle school... yea... they thought I was 20 I think... I think life experiences tend to age a person mentally/emotionally- be it from being a child of alcoholics like you paulette and I or other things... (thankfully mom doesn't drink anymore). JC mentioned something about having to work two or three jobs in order to support herself to "get away' I believe... although I don't exactly remember what from... When I was 17 I became a virgin mother to my sister's baby (because she didn't want to have anything to do with the child at all and had child services called on her four times by friends and neighbors for neglect...) so the infant fell into my lap... (mom was too drunk to take care of her... but dad watched her while I was in school...) and the infant remained in my lap for a whole year until my sister took her away from me... When I was 19 I was homeless, ran away from home to get away from mom... ran around with a drug dealer and got shot at on more than one occasion simply because I was with him... Yea. I may be young- but I have been through a lot... all of us here have I think... Strife and turmoil is what brings maturity and strength of will. People like UFO4peace obviously have lived very sheltered and comfortable lives... but yea.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 14:52:43 GMT -6
It's like the fates are conspiring to make sure I finish this..free time on my hands which is rare during the day. My childhood was just more of the same until high school. I was still alone but now it was mostly to avoid my father and stepmother. I don't remember having a day I wasn't afraid of what mood he would be in. Not that he ever beat me..but he had a psychological warfare that was terrifying. I was out riding on my horse or I was upstairs in my room..or at school. I had two sisters and a stepsister and I would by turns come home from school and spend the night with one of them..free babysitting for them and space from my father for me. I was no longer daddy's girl...I was a perplexing kid..withdrawn and introspective. I wrote poetry instead of doing school work and my grades reflected it. But I was a clever bear..I would forge report cards so the ogre never knew...this added to my inner turmoil..believe me. I'm only adding this because looking back...I was a very strange girl. Then High school came and I formed a gang. Pretty close. There were 4 of us and we just sort of hung out. The days were not quite so lonely. Rose was my best friend and stayed that way until I started to remember what happened that summer. We were always together riding and that's when the abduction came about. ............ It's hard to remember exactly but I had to be almost 16..it was my junior year and summer and every weekend Rose and I went riding in some direction...me to escape my ever moody/broody alcoholic parents. If I wasn't there I couldn't attract his attention There was this one spot where we weren't supposed to ride (private and posted property) but it was so beautiful. Huge old oak trees and an underground river surfaced in little cool ponds. Of course since it was 'forbidden' it was exactly where I wanted to be and where I was..Rose was. I don't know if any of you have ever had a friend who just wanted to be with you..no matter what you did or said. Rose was like that. Riding was my freedom..my wings and I taught Rose to ride. We talked boys and horses and normal girl chatter...dreams. If I wanted to ride where we shouldn't..she just followed. I drug her into he11 that day.. ........... How do you know..when you wake up from a dream but you weren't dreaming? I'm sitting on my horse and it was like between conversations but there was a 'glitch'...things were not right but it took awhile to see them. Rose had this big dumb palomino gelding and I had one of my dad's race horse's..hot and very special to me. I wasn't on him. I was on her dumb old boy and she (very amateur rider) was on my serial killer horse. It actually didn't seem unusual until later. What did come to me was the sun. It was not where it should have been and I was in trouble. They wouldn't give me a watch (still expensive in the 60's) but I always knew the time by the sun. I had to be home by a certain time or face doom and by my reckoning..it was almost that time. I babbled to Rose that it was way late and I remember she was looking at me like 'whaaaa??' very blankly. "Rosie we have to find a house and find out what time it is!" About ten minutes later we did stumble onto a little cabin and I ran around that house while she held the horses banging on doors. No one home...so I looked in windows for a clock. There was a clock in the kitchen and I started to hyper-ventilate..it was at least 3 hours later than it could have been. My stomach was in knots..then I spotted the note. Well kids don't respect privacy..I read it. And I remember it word for word all these years later. "The FBI is after you...remember things taken" Gildred. Gildred was the last name of the man who owned the property and at the time..there were two FBI stations in our little town..one sub station and one central station (cold war era). Well the note didn't make me feel any better. I climbed aboard the horse (still hers..I still wasn't aware) and I said Rose we have to get home..I'm dead. And I started out of there at a run..and Rose started yelling "Jo....I'm on Choice..I can't ride him". About the time she went blasting by me like a jockey on race day. Now she is in a panic because of the horse and I'm in a panic because she's in a panic and because I had my own panic too. I hate drama. ....... This property was huge..and had an old dirt road running through the middle of a pasture. She was streaking through the pasture and I was streaking after her not to upset because she was staying on and we were going fast...which I needed to be. Then we saw the car. Big and black like a limo out of my dreams and it was stopping in the middle of the road. Men got out and they were in black suits and they were yelling at us...starting after us but they couldn't follow in the car because we were racing over rough pasture. I swear they were jumping up and down. We came to the gate and how she stopped that horse I'll never know but we switched horses and barreled for home...babbling about the yelling men and how it could be so late. ....... I got home and lucked out..he wasn't home. I went in to shower (he'd have been furious if I were in riding clothes) and that's when I spotted the marks. On my neck, over the jugular vein was a finger length 'bruise'..only it was not a bruise it was like a burn and tender to the touch. I had no idea how I got it and there were some other smaller real bruises here and there on my arms and stomach. I couldn't figure out where they came from but when you're beating through bushes at warp speed I guess you could gather war wounds. Later..my step sister came over..parents came home and not meaning anything by it..my sister joked..'Jo is that a hickey on your neck'? Well of course it wasn't I dreamed of boys..I'd never had a boyfriend or a date or ANYTHING. I over reacted and stammered and blushed and of course..he jumped on it like cat on mouse. As I was retreating to my room..he retreated after and slapped me across the face in fury. Well later that night that mark started to peel and was raw as the dickens (made sure I showed him) and the next day..it was gone. And that was it for 15 years. Except that the psychic stuff really started up. I found I could predict cards..and the sex of unborn babies and 'feel' all sorts of things around me. I ran away from home..ended up living with my oldest sister (as long as I got A's in school) and did..straight A's with no effort at all. I did homework for my sisters college friend and he got A's. I ditched morning classes but the teacher never snitched and still gave me A's (he gave Rose C's). I spent weekends with Rose and her parents on their ranch and we never talked about that day..ever. ...... 15 years later..Rose is living with my husband and I and my two son's and new daughter and it started coming back. Not in dreams..I never had those. But in horrible flashes...I'd see Rose laying on a table with 3 creatures bending over her..she was screaming and thrashing and hysterical. I'd start to get a horrible headache and it would go away. When ever I got tired..it would come..like I could't stop it. And rather than go flash by flash..this is it put together. I woke up in a room that was very bright but there were no lights I could see and it was white light not yellow like bulbs or sun. I was flat on my back and I couldn't move. I did hear and see Rose and the beings near her head..not touching her but their postures were totally concentric on her. One stood by me and my head was in such pain from the inside..the pressure was horrible. I seemed to fade in and out of consciousness. At some point I learned that if I stopped struggling my head hurt less and at some point Rose stopped yelling. There were instruments..the thing that made the mark on my neck was ceramic not metal (so were the tables) and it was so cold it burned me. Some things are like parts of a whole..pieces and fragments. There was a needle (or something like one) stuck in my eye..in my navel in my neck. There were instruments in places a virginal girl would not expect anything to be..painful ones. We had no clothes on. This..fading in and out of reality..it was like a horrible fog..there was pain..less if I didn't fight. I would hear Rose whimper or moan but no more screaming. ..... Of them..they smelled faintly like cat urine and a spice like cloves. Their skin was clammy..almost rubbery feeling. They had 3 fingers and an opposing thumb. No finger nails..no nipples..no external sex organs..no clothes. The eyes were about triple human..not taking up half the face like I often see..just much larger than ours and slanted...reflective..I could see myself...and they focused through them like they were peering right into my brain. No eye lids. No hair..and I only saw them from the position someone lying down would..top half. Today my impressions are that they were not born as we are (no umbilical) but they had many human characteristics. I think I remember a scar on one of them..raised white skin across his/it's face. That's a relatively new memory. I'm still having them. They made mistakes. Got us on the wrong horses..but handled the horses apparently with ease. They were very pale grey and had lips but they were flat and thin and I never saw them move. There was not a nose as we have but openings in the skin..small holes...small holes for 'ears'. I'm assuming those were ears. Skinny necks..arms and legs and they walked like they were used to heavier gravity. They walked light..almost a glide or almost 'slithery'. They were not scaly but I can see why my brain thought of a snake. Never saw teeth or tongue..never saw the mouth open. There was never a soothing manner of any sort. Apathetic..just going about a job. In a way..that might have helped me deal because while there was no compassion..there wasn't anything sinister either. Just cold. They did not like touching us...I'm sure I saw one flinch when it did touch me. I hope I contaminated it ;D. Never tried to communicate..other than I knew they were working hard to control Rose but didn't have trouble with me. That's another thing that makes me think they prefer people more psychic. Rose isn't and she was trouble for them. ...... I have no memory of seeing the ship but I have a hearing memory of a noise deep and thrumming..I could feel it in my chest and it didn't shut off while we were there. There is something about an electric blue light in my memory but that may not have been that time. Rose still has no memory of them or of the day. As dumb scared girls..she should at least remember the FBI guys..and the racing on my horse. The day never existed for her at all and she gets very edgy if I bring it up. We're not friends any more..other than a note on face-book now and then..lives went in different directions but I have asked more than once about that day. She gets cranky. I know there is more..but I'm afraid to know how deep it goes. If my brain doesn't want to let it go..it can't be good.. ..... I don't hate them anymore but I am very afraid of the power they have and abuse. I hate the indifference they have and I know they control mental images. They invade our space..scare children..perform medical tests with no leave to do so..against our very laws. What is there to find attractive or compelling about them? They truly are not here to save the planet..but to further some interest of their own. I know they're still around..I can feel them. And that's Jo's story ;D
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 15:37:23 GMT -6
And it was a well told story methinks... wow.
Thank you for posting it Jo, I think I know how difficult it was for you to type it all out... I know when I first typed out MY story I kept looking around all paranoid because it was dark and I was in the same living room it happened in... heh...
Perhaps the reason why Rose gets so cranky when you bring it up is because she DOES remember something... and she just refuses to admit it...
The ones I saw didn't have clothes on either... they were just taller and apparently a lot nicer than the ones you encountered... ~hugz~
"Slithery" movements... were they moving gracefully and smoothly or kind of jerky?
The scar you mention is interesting. I wonder if someone attacked him with a broken Coke bottle... ;D
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 17:03:06 GMT -6
Yeah! Jo wrote more! ;D ;D And then my mind goes "blank". There were questions that came up in my mind as I was reading. Something else we all have in common that I caught. . . oh yeah! I think we all hate drama! Anyway, I guess I have to take this one question/step at a time . I think I have to take back a recent comment I made about you (Jo) and I being the "lucky" ones. I meant that as not really recalling what they look like. . . Ok, from your first post. The "bug" in your ear. I have also experienced this, and I do consider it different than the "ringing" in my ear. What makes it really irritating is I'm usually the first one to detect the fly in the room, and one fly (to me) may as well be 5. I think Lorelei got a kick out of me not wanting to kill spiders, and this is part of the reason. ;D. I have no such qualms about killing flies. Something about the way they "buzz". I always leave room for my fleeing sanity, and I have heard their "buzzing" sound like something being told to me. Except it's more like something is being literally whispered in my ear, and then when I go to turn my head, THEN it becomes just some pesky fly. . . it is unnerving. It has never happened around other people. It's happened when I was sitting in our kitchen nook with the high ceiling, home alone, not a care in the world, and you'd think I would have heard some fly buzzing around beforehand. My sister told me she has experienced something like this also; only she was laying down and trying to go to sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 22:50:13 GMT -6
I wish I could offer you some words of comfort Jo, but I don't know what to say...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 22:53:15 GMT -6
The buzzing of flies drives me nuts JC and I don't spare their lives. Having that thing in my ear terrified me and I can still feel the sensation..remember the noise of it even though it's faded to a dull constant low buzz. I have been to dentists and to doctors and short of a cat scan..they've found nothing. There isn't anything in my ear or any clinical reason for the noise. There are times when I can't dampen it and it's so loud I grit my teeth...then I get control of it again and can mute it. Lorelei..the motions of the ones around Rose were as though their bodies were lighter here...and I'm sure the eyes made me think slithery. When I'd come in and out of awareness..and they were using instruments..they seemed 'jerky' like it wasn't natural for them. I'd have to ask how you knew about the jerky motions though or had I mentioned that before? Thank you for your want to comfort but it's ok..kind of cathartic actually We all have ghosts I know...that there is more in common with us all than I first thought...but until recently I hadn't really given the lone child much. I guess it makes sense when you think about it that children who are alone a lot..develop mentally different. We all seem to be pretty wordy and imaginative and 'mental' (not the crazy kind). I'm going to tackle the spiritual happenings next but that's going to take longer and it's a lot more 'me' than the alien stuff. Still..if we're going to try to figure out why we appeal to them...I guess we have to drag up what makes us ..us.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 23:12:32 GMT -6
Thanks for sharing this Jo. This is horrible that you and your friend had to experience this, especially starting at such a young age . Even worse at a time when hardly anyone knew anything about this phenomena. "@&ol3& !!!" < (My message to the entities just in case they're reading. I can't write it over the forum- not very Christian of me either). It seems it's always the left ear in every case Ive read about . Have you ever had it looked at by a specialist ? You've probably read about the ringing in my left ear the 1st time I mentioned the word "implant". Not saying that's what you or me have,,but ,, I have mentioned that word a few times since however and nothing seemed to happen but that first time was like an alarm was set off. It's the left nostril that I highly suspect that something was inserted in me. I do know it pushed twice and the second time was far more painful then the first. Right after it 'searched' my memory for info is when I sort of recall the sound of something being fused and cut or whatnot. I do know that the pain was enough to make me black out. Good thing I couldn't move or else there would most likely be at least 1-3 less aliens in this universe ! And I thought I didn't dream much,,,,, I just posted in Sky's Dream Journal about a snake nightmare I had last night. It's the first dream/nightmare that Ive had about anything that I can recall since I posted about it on his journal last time. It's odd that me or you do not dream much and when we do/did,,,it's about snakes. I wonder why ? I'm not even scared of snakes,,,caught and held many types. I don't know if it's related to these entities or not but,,, Seems like the same entities I experienced except for the eyes possibly. I'm wondering if it had anything to do with the angle you were viewing them Possibly, or maybe inside their craft they didn't need a protective shield over them ? Don't know. And yes, they are very reflective. I recall clearly seeing the square light fixture that was on the ceiling reflecting from it's left eye as clear as could be. Like you mentioned, they seem to pierce right through a person. I'm surprised they didn't use telepathy on you. As bad as I hate to give these things even an ounce of credit,,,it's an amazing feature they have. You mentioned about the skin being pale grey I believe also. I recall the skin being white except in the shadow area and it was pale grey. It could have been a difference in lighting with the inside environment being yellow in your case, or they may have possibly been wearing an outer protective layer in mine. I just want to learn as much as possible about these things. I'm not certain what an opposing thumb is ( thought I did but,,,). I know the ones I saw had 4 long phalanges .One of them was where the thumb would be and it appeared to be in the position as if it was holding something as it approached the left side of my face. On the inside of the index finger that it uses to touch with it had 4 grooves. I saw them as it was coming towards my nasal cavity. Come to think about it ( this is a first) there couldn't have been a tool in it's index finger because of seeing these grooves. I would have saw the tool too,,right? Hmmm,,, I know that whatever it inserted in my nasal cavity or whatever it did it caused a lot of pain. > @&ol3& !!! Sorry again! It just erks me that they did this to you, Lorelei, me,,,and everyone else they've done things to. Yeah,,, I think you may be on to something here too. I haven't said this before but I pretty much stayed to myself and didn't try to have very many friends when I was younger. I have several friends now though( you guys included . The reason I didn't have very many back then is because we moved a lot and I got tired of leaving friends behind and having to start over. I skipped 'certain' school's quite a bit also, but most of the time I seemed to still manage to get a pretty good grade, sometimes Honor roll ( high school, California) and in 6th grade they wanted to raise me up to 7th but Arizona law didn't allow it. I loved that school and teacher,,,lots of friends too. We lived in some rough spots here and there in the city at times which contributed to some of my seclusion and other times we lived so far out in the country the nearest neighbor or friend lived miles away. I learned how to survive both in the city and country. Best of both worlds I guess. A few years ago when I read about this I didn't really know what to think about the men in black association with some abductions until I read yours. I know now undoubtedly that you are a true witness and wouldn't twist anything pertaining to this phenomena. You care about getting to the truth and truth only like myself and others here and I know that we all know how important that is. It's great to be among people that I can trust and take their word for what it is. I'm curious as to who these men in black are. A screen memory ? Big brother ? Maybe they saw something and were looking for witnesses perhaps ? I probably would have kept going too I think, especially after just experiencing what you and your friend did. It's sad that you 2 have lost that close relationship,,I'm sorry. It's my suspicion that she may remember something she doesn't want to accept and would rather keep it locked in. I can relate to that myself. That's the reason I don't want to undergo hypnosis yet paradoxically a part of me does. Thanks again Jo !
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Post by paulette on Jul 19, 2012 23:13:06 GMT -6
Jo this is an incredible telling - very readable and I reverberate to A LOT of what you have written. I'm so glad you are putting it all in one place (mine is somewhere in the main menu and is pages and pages). Keep adding to this as you remember.
"For a long time, the first I remembered was when I was about 6 but recently I guess I'm remembering some things further back that I had dismissed in a different direction." Me too Jo. Me too.
Thank you for gathering this up and sharing it with us. A lot of us (IMO) will react to things you have written and have our own versions. The biggest point of continuity (in addition to unexplainable lost time and coming to realizing your friend was on a "serial killer racehorse") was that your parents were alcoholics and not paying attention to you. I too was a smart lonely "feral" child. I once was invited to a birthday party by a child (but the child's mother did not extend an invitation. I arrived dressed in my mismatched play clothes and no present - to a room full of princesses. A chair was pulled up for me but my mother was called and I got in trouble when I got home. (because I drew attention to our family in a negative way). That whole social shaming hurt more than falling out of a tree or almost drowning by myself. I might have been 6 but probably was 4. (I couldn't have been 5 we were out of the area).
Keep writing. I'll read every word you write!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2012 23:49:17 GMT -6
Yes Jo, you did mention it before. You said they were "Jerky" and I remembered that because the ones I saw seemed to be moving gracefully... almost like dancers... It seems it's always the left ear in every case Ive read about. My left ear rings too. A lot. I don't get buzzing though... Seems like the same entities I experienced except for the eyes possibly. I'm wondering if it had anything to do with the angle you were viewing them Possibly, or maybe inside their craft they didn't need a protective shield over them ? Don't know. And yes, they are very reflective. I recall clearly seeing the square light fixture that was on the ceiling reflecting from it's left eye as clear as could be. Like you mentioned, they seem to pierce right through a person. I'm surprised they didn't use telepathy on you. As bad as I hate to give these things even an ounce of credit,,,it's an amazing feature they have. The eyes I saw, I don't recall if they were reflective or not... I was too freaked out about the fact that he was up so close to my face... I just know they were black and they were looking into my mind and I could read what he was thinking too and I didn't understand it and it was scary because it was overwhelmingly complicated and beyond my grasp completely... You mentioned about the skin being pale grey I believe also. I recall the skin being white except in the shadow area and it was pale grey. It could have been a difference in lighting with the inside environment being yellow in your case, or they may have possibly been wearing an outer protective layer in mine. I just want to learn as much as possible about these things. I think the ones I saw were a darker gray, but I'm not really sure... On the inside of the index finger that it uses to touch with it had 4 grooves. I saw them as it was coming towards my nasal cavity. Come to think about it ( this is a first) there couldn't have been a tool in it's index finger because of seeing these grooves. I would have saw the tool too,,right? Hmmm,,, I know that whatever it inserted in my nasal cavity or whatever it did it caused a lot of pain. I wonder if that's also what I was touched with Cliff... it didn't hurt me though and it was so close to my face I couldn't really tell what it was but it was long thin and gray and rounded at the tip and he touched it to my forehead... could have been a "tool" or something... Yeah,,, I think you may be on to something here too. I haven't said this before but I pretty much stayed to myself and didn't try to have very many friends when I was younger. ~hugz Cliff~
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 0:42:12 GMT -6
I'm really happy to have all of your replies..it means a lot to have you share back so many of the same feelings and happenings. Cliff..yes..I did have the ear looked at by doctors and dentists..there isn't anything clinically wrong with it or anything in it that they can find. Maybe they have some way of implanting into soft tissue something doctors can't see. It wouldn't surprise me. I misnamed it Cliff..opposable thumb I meant to say. A thumb that can be placed opposite the fingers of the same hand. Opposable thumbs allow the digits to grasp and handle objects and are characteristic of primates |
And that is one of the characteristics so similar to ours. The fingers and thumb were really long..delicate looking things. You're right too that lighting can play a lot of tricky things with us. I know too..there are things I didn't register because I was in and out of consciousness and beyond terrified. Lighting too could be responsible for them seeming 'jerky'. I don't like them enough to call them 'graceful'. I have tried being fair..I've tried looking at it from a scientists standpoint..I've tried looking at it from every way I can. All I see are indifferent, cold, uncaring criminals from elsewhere who have little regard for the dominant sentient species of a planet they visit. That being said..Lorelei..yours could be different..as I understand it Steve's 'friend' Han..looks similar but doesn't have any love for the abducting habits of these little thugs. I don't know about the rest of you but I don't find this comforting. How many of the things are here..how could we tell 'good guys' from bad (if there are any) and why if they are good..don't they whack the bad ones? Evidently they don't police one another and we can't. I'm sure...some would say something like our evolution isn't sophisticated enough to grasp the galactic situation. Maybe so but some laws of decency should be standard and commonplace no matter what corner of the universe you're standing in. Respect for others..and their rights ranks high on my list. Again guys thanks and I'm happy I did this
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 3:44:09 GMT -6
~hugz Cliff~ ~ Hugz to all of you ~
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Post by mdaisy on Jul 20, 2012 12:50:36 GMT -6
I'm really happy to have all of your replies..it means a lot to have you share back so many of the same feelings and happenings. Cliff..yes..I did have the ear looked at by doctors and dentists..there isn't anything clinically wrong with it or anything in it that they can find. Maybe they have some way of implanting into soft tissue something doctors can't see. It wouldn't surprise me. I misnamed it Cliff..opposable thumb I meant to say. A thumb that can be placed opposite the fingers of the same hand. Opposable thumbs allow the digits to grasp and handle objects and are characteristic of primates |
And that is one of the characteristics so similar to ours. The fingers and thumb were really long..delicate looking things. You're right too that lighting can play a lot of tricky things with us. I know too..there are things I didn't register because I was in and out of consciousness and beyond terrified. Lighting too could be responsible for them seeming 'jerky'. I don't like them enough to call them 'graceful'. I have tried being fair..I've tried looking at it from a scientists standpoint..I've tried looking at it from every way I can. All I see are indifferent, cold, uncaring criminals from elsewhere who have little regard for the dominant sentient species of a planet they visit. That being said..Lorelei..yours could be different..as I understand it Steve's 'friend' Han..looks similar but doesn't have any love for the abducting habits of these little thugs. I don't know about the rest of you but I don't find this comforting. How many of the things are here..how could we tell 'good guys' from bad (if there are any) and why if they are good..don't they whack the bad ones? Evidently they don't police one another and we can't. I'm sure...some would say something like our evolution isn't sophisticated enough to grasp the galactic situation. Maybe so but some laws of decency should be standard and commonplace no matter what corner of the universe you're standing in. Respect for others..and their rights ranks high on my list. Again guys thanks and I'm happy I did this I'm catching up on posts so I have to ask: Who is having ear problems? What type of ear problems? I've had problems with my left ear and had something removed from it long ago. I should have kept that something but I didn't. I now have ear wax problems which lead to me having constant ringing in both ears do to a botched ear wax removal procedure. daisy
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 13:34:19 GMT -6
Several of us have left ear issues MDaisy. When I was a child I had something put into my left ear by (as memory serves) a grey. My ear has not quit buzzing since but there is no medical reason for it..I've had it examined by doctors (multiples) and dentists.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 14:33:46 GMT -6
I've never had anyone look at my ear- it just starts ringing every now and then- usually the left ear but sometimes the right ear.
Also, when I'm lying in bed at night going to sleep sometimes I will hear a voice whisper my name in my left ear- never the right ear only the left... or I'll be asleep then I'll partially wake up and feel like someone is blowing air into my left ear... it has happened to me a few times before...
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