posted on Jun, 18 2006 @ 07:43 PM
The Catalog Process /part 1
I am to this day unsure of where they came from, I do know however that there were many. Before then, the panic I had earlier felt was giving way to
curiosity. Thinking of it much later, I recalled that I felt a kind of serene acceptance of my circumstances. This was shattered by violent and abrupt
activity at both sides of the room. Like BANG! Out of nowhere, I was lifted into a sitting position by one being on my right, two more on the left,
one had a hold of me by the hair. I am unable to describe to you the wave of terror I felt as I realized that I was in a room unable to move,
surrounded by what appeared to be large insects. I remember hearing myself making sounds like a whimpering puppy. Maybe I was trying to scream.
Although they were bipedal, they resembled bugs. This could have been influenced by how they were moving, very jerky and quick. As I recalled later,
they moved on sort of unpredictable, random paths. Not like an "A to B" direction, more like someone would walk to avoid something but there was
My head was yanked to the left and I felt an extremely painful sensation behind my right ear, just below the lobe. I couldn’t really see the three
that were assaulting me. I just sensed that they were there, just out of my periphery. The pain became unbelievable. I was abruptly pushed down with
my head ending up in my own lap and my left cheekbone touching the top of my left thigh as the agony behind my ear continued. Years later I began to
become aware that the feeling was actually an intense suction. The suction began behind my ear and then relocated to the base of my head.
After what seemed like anywhere from 2-5 mins, I was placed back in my original position. I could for the first time see them clearly. As in most
cases you hear about the eyes are always a prominent detail. Allow me to attempt my description. Aside from being large, black, and having no
pupils, the eyes felt dead. I’ve thought quite a lot about this over the years and please forgive me if my documentation takes on a speculative
tone. We communicate verbally however a great deal of how we interact comes from our eyes. By looking at someone’s eyes you can tell a great deal
about how they are feeling. I guess that is why I describe the eyes as looking dead, or even soulless. They were very haunting to look at then, as
they continue to be in memory.
One being placed a large sort of lens on front of me with one hand and held my hair with the other. The lens was about 4” square and looked sort of
wet although I don’t know for sure. The hand held lens didn’t look to be attached to anything and made a bit of a high pitched whistle, almost
like a dentist drill. Again the feeling of giving up came over me. As the being took the lens away I noticed a large instrument in the process of
being pulled from my lower abdomen. Thicker than a needle and quite long, I have no recollection of any pain associated with this at all.