posted on Jan, 30 2018 @ 10:45 AM
I have posted a great deal in the past, but getting older things have slowed down a bit as well as I am too busy to hang around on the computer.
Recovering from the flu now has slowed me down. So last night I leveled with my daughter and sent her a letter which I will include about an
experience or perhaps a dream, but as my wife tells me, it was an experience, “one of those dreams”, and I give credence to her, she is a powerful
being but does not realize it. When several years ago she told me, “they hurt me in the mouth last night”, I looked up to discover a large burn
like mark left on the left side of her nose. This was identical to three I recieved a few years earlier when being stopped from leaving the earth in
an OBE, or so I thought, it took each of us two weeks to have the marks fade away. When she panicked and came back one night after one minute of
laying down, I discovered almost an hour of lost time and the list goes on and on. So enjoy this letter, I will not defend it as either a dream or
reality but will support the later due to referencing past experience as she has had other experiences with these guys and was familiar with the
inside of the large vessel. I have tried other sites and this is the only one it seems where strangeness is embraced with a passion.
The email follows. If this is her step mom by the way, they are very close.
Now to the latest event which I don’t know if you care about, but we had had many, kinds of like a sci fi life more off than on. You never commented
in the past, but at nearly 80 it’s too late to worry much so here goes.
We have those evenings more in the past than present, of others being with us. We have seen a little like orbs like the one you grew up with, a woman
beside my bed one night in white and heard things but were put back to sleep and so on. As you know I have had many out of body experiences and then a
several years ago I discovered con also is taken out of body, so enough of the background, want more, then retire so you have time to read.
Well we have those dreams that are more than dreams, the ones that perplex the mind, hanging on like bubble gum and cannot be dislodged, irritating
like a burr on your sore ass until one of us grouches to the other about it. So I awoke with this sticky dream about a month ago of the two of us in a
strange place like a hallway, with a door behind us. Only this time I was in my under shorts and Connnie was in her shorty nightgown she wears and
wore that night. I had been with this woman whom was there before and knew we would have to comply with her orders as she pointed to the door we stodd
beside. Go in there and shut the door she told us, the next part is fuzzy about what to expect, but continuing she told us to not take long, time was
limited so hurry along.
Being somewhat modest anyhow, I don’t usually go public in my underwear, we went into the little room which was about 3x3 and Con was frightened and
huddled on the floor face down and then warm sprays came out of the walls and ceiling with no way to get away from what I assumed was disinfectant,
this went on for a while drenching us down, then stopped. Looking at Con I realized if we went out all wet we would be looking almost naked with our
clothing clinging to us as it did. So we decided we would take a little longer and noticed that we were quickly drying, almost miraculously. When
modesty had been met somewhat we exited the room for our next order. The lady was waiting for us, the one I think I have seen before and was not
upset and calmly told us to proceed down the hall to the left, I in my undies and con in her shorty nightie. After that memory faded away. As and
aside, I have fragments of remembering being with others waiting for a turn, some naked some not.
Con started the exchange with her sticky dream later that morning which was eating at her mind and told me it was not a dream it was a memory. She was
taken into this room with tall benches because the doctor people were the tall ones, the ones with the blond hair and great builds, very strong
looking. She had seen them before and even told me I was one of them, but not now. She told me there was another person already on one of the benches
lying down but could not say who it was. Looking down at her face to face was this tall man whom is silent by the way, they don’t talk as we do and
indicated he was going to place her on the bench.
By the way this place seemed cleaner than the place she was in in the late 80’s 90’s where the benches had dried blood between layers of thin
plastic and they took a fetus, actually two I put in my journal. Back then things were very active, they even drilled into the top of her scalp, and I
found the hole, still freshly healing. She has five scars beneath her navel and cannot explain them, but the large needle the doctor the one night
used is the same as used in hospitals now days for fetal removal or ops. She got angry back then and he got cranky in return and told her he come a
very long way to do this, two pregnancies were terminated back then, but this being her second marriage, a lot had already happened to her, this after
her tubes were cauterized. More if interested.
The man facing her reached around her, face to face placing his hands behind her thighs and effortlessly picked her up as you would a child with his
arms extended holding her away from himself. She was startled and reached around his neck so as to not fall backwards. He made it clear that she
should not lean into him and so held her away from his body but was polite. He placed her on the table and then another came and they seemed very
concerned about her chest area on the left side, that was the side of the cancer by the way. At this point her memory faded as well. (A note here, she
had double mastectomy and reconstruction last winter due to cancer)
So here we go, two dreams meshing together in way that cannot be explained away. By the way, she remembers being in her night gown she went to bed
with. This is private because Con is keeping her events out of the public and away from the family, she has an extensive history well into childhood.
Don’t tell her I am talking. Love you, I have no outlet and actually a lot of this is way out there while others worry about trivial things like
the shape of eyebrows or the flatness of their tummy, or how to look like someone else, there is more. Love ya, Dad
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