This photo is taken in mid transfer-we were not quite in the other world we were not quite in this one: we were in both. Never mind for the moment the
pre set for this or the why or why (or who) made THIS INSTANCE achievable.
Allow me to just explain what you are seeing (or rather not seeing) in this EXACT photo/capture intance. It is NOT something that happens very often,
I assume. The *reason* this happened was because the people in the place just previous to the world we were hitting felt responsible for our being
there *terrorizing* and INTERVENED to put *us* back to where we came from and belonged. PERIOD.
How do you know? Well, I connected the dots and it was pretty obvious because there was one of the manager men of a former place there panicked and
taking charge: and he shouldn't have been there, and it wasn't possible for him to be there without a VERY long ride. Plus
some TIME earlier *we* (not me) had fooled him and he sent us on-and we went on. Thereby maybe *he* having some type of communication with this place
felt responsible to use his technology-to alleviate the problem which he may have felt he caused because he did not catch the space infiltration when
it was going on under his nose: in his home. Sorry to be cryptic, but mister stone legs there said to not say. So-I'll be cryptic as he was vague.
Because now I don't know which part of all we did that he was referring to.
Figure One: Is a mechanism. It appeared to be both biological and electrical/dimensional. 3 of these surrounded us as the battle before I don't know,
a flash a transfer a fading of where we were into forrest...
Figure Two and Three: A little midget Mongoloid riding on a burlap (burlap!) dressed stilt legged twigged armed CREATURE in a hood that covered his
face and made him look like a tunnel head. I dont know if he had a face. About 10 foot tall. In this photo he is bending over. You will notice his
arms extend out before the girl. He walked into that position as
we fazed into this world from the other. What he is doing is not protective. It were restraining me where I stood while that pair of legs walked up
and a photo FLASHED us to fully present. Again. This is a creature RIDDEN by another creature-who happens to wear a little mongol fur lined cap on his
Figures Four and Five: Of the 30 some odd bodies that were in the immediate vincinity of where we were before I do not recognize there-they may have
been watching over the process of return. This is the first I have seen this scene from this angle.
Figure six and seven: this georgeous cranium headed creature is NOT AKIN to the 7 foot grays at Dulce. *we* (not me) hit there too-and this is how I
know. He is another race completly. He was shot with our ray gun misused from the MIB program or STOLEN from Dulce or STOLEN from elsewhere. *we* (not
me) STOLE alot of Sh*t. He appeared dead. The boy is of the other planet checking his vitals. I was just formerly with my savior forrest woman
creature guided to next to him briefly (maybe so she could see maybe because I asked-it hurt me that he got shot too) and he was distraut checking on
his *subject*. I do not know either of their names. I do not remember the boys name. Though I had learned it in the 3 or less hours that we were
there. This was a TRAGIC occurrance. And not the only one on *our* (not mine) ventures through time space travel and *perhaps* dimension.
Figure 8: The base of my neck is about at the foot of the what is *seen* here of the tree that is not shielded by Mister Stone Legs.
(Golem-un-numbered) I am wearing white; appear to be 4; have blond hair; and *appear* to have a white line running down accrosed my forehead acrossed
above my eyes. This white line is in FACT the woman's strangely thin ARM guiding me around the tree. It *appears* this way because we were in the
MIDDLE of the transfer-in 2 worlds. Cont. below. sry OP.