posted on Feb, 9 2008 @ 08:48 PM
reply to post by LAUGHING-CAT
The smells are that of cardboard, I know that sounds weird but thats what it is for me. The air is very moist and heavy.
The only memory of a ship was of its interior, spacious, nothing of any human comforts around, the room was rounded off, all the edges smooth, no
sharp angles at all. The window I was at was like an observing platform, it did not reflect light the same way glass would but it seemed to be tinted
dark as the rest of the interior of this room I was in, a strange metallic brown.
When I am in their presence I am being told through telepathy what is expected of me and one of those things is to be fearless, I am sure that is why
non of them has ever been in my face, I see glimpses of them around me but I am always looking where I am told to look. I have memories of being
scolded for asking questions.
There energy is intense, authoritative, more parental than anything else.