posted on Oct, 6 2006 @ 01:10 AM
Here I go: Part 1, Part 2 to follow
I'm new here, and let me begin by saying, "This is the best board I have seen. I look forward to reading ya'lls experiences and it will be a
relief to finally share mine."
About Myself: I'm 45, female, married, 1 grandchild, live in Austin, Texas, paralegal, 2 dogs, 3 cats, am not on any medication, am considered very
stable, am not under a Dr's care. I haven't written anything about myself in years, so please be patient with my rusty grammar and maybe it will
come back with practice.
There are a few differences between what I experienced with the visitors and what I've read that ya'll have experienced. It is not my intention to
disavow anyone's experiences or beliefs, simply, I am here to share, listen and learn.
I have had encounters with visitors as far back as 1 - 2 years old. I have conscious memory of many of them. Almost the classic abduction scenario,
but not quite, my situation involved human looking visitors with a few greys in the background as their helpers. I didn't float out any window, I
walked with them out the door with my family frozen in place. As a child they didn't blur my memories at all, when I was older they did.
I remember trying to tell my Mother about it, I would tell her about a black haired lady with very white skin and bright blue eyes wearing a bright
red robe/cape that would come with two very skinny men and take me to a shiny metal ship in the woods. My vocab was very limited at that age, so to
fill in the gaps I would point at objects for the colors I was referring to, for example: The lady was wearing, (I would point at a ripe tomato) that
would mean red, and the two men looked like (I would point to stalks of celery) greenish white. That became the biggest joke in the house when my
brother and sisters dubbed her the, "Tomato Lady" and teased me endlessly, "Watch out, the Tomato Lady is coming for you!"
I remember seeing my family frozen, the house going all silent, no cicadias outside, no crickets, me trying to wake them up, hit them, scream at them,
and then giving up and hiding under my sister's bed hoping they'd take her (she was a real brat). I realized after awhile that when it went silent
I had at the most three minutes or so before they showed up so as I got older I tried my best to quickly get something to fight them with. I asked my
brother to teach me how to use his sling-shot, he refused, I was too young he said, so I practiced with it while he was away with his friends and put
it up before he came home. It didn't work against the visitors but I did get a few decent shots at them. They would just walk over and scoop me up
taking the shots. Another time I piled rocks by my bed and let them have it, that didn't work either, they just moved forward and scooped me up
again. And then finally my last attempt to fight them found me dragging the shot gun my parents kept under their bed out and I just couldn't lift
it. I gave up and jumped into the bed with my frozen parents, screaming and pounding on them, I couldn't wake them.........so, what was I fighting
so hard to avoid? Here goes: In the next post