Originally posted by TheNetherlands
So can i assume this was some sort of intergalactic organisation like Earth's United Nations or something?
I have spent my entire weekend trying to stay online.
I have it working now but something is still messed up.
So I will type what I can,
While I can.
What you stated is something that......
I feel the answer is in my heart
not my head.
So back to basics.
What I am about to talk about was
1/2 recovered by hypnotherapy & 1/2 by flashbacks.
Flashbacks - that were like experiencing them for the first time.
I would have some trigger set them off.
Then I was going for the ride of my life for the next few minutes.
I had contacted the Holloman Air Force OSI group in New Mexico that I had first reported the abduction to in the 70's.
In the USAF 1970's we were required to report them.
So I thought I should give them a crack.
I told them that I was having flashbacks from the events.
I told them that I was unsure that I should be talking publicly about them.
I told them that I might need help.
They put me on hold then some guy came back in the line.
He said "You can talk about anything & that if I felt that I should not talk about something then don’t."
Then he pretty much hung up.
I continued to have ever longer flashbacks.
It became clear to me & my wife that I was going to have to get help.
I called around and found a teacher of hypnotherapy out of state.
She said that she would work with me in a teaching setting anonymously.
She was teaching a class of 30 or so hypnotherapy students when she put me under.
Well she woke something within me that I still don’t fully understand.
We drove back from the session with more questions than answers.
It started a series of wide awake abduction
Upon arriving home after the session out of state.
They continued on & off for months.
I answered some of her questions speaking in another language.
I only speak English.
She sometimes would interrupt me and tell me to answer in English.
I would pause then answer.
I answered all of her questions with a few acceptations’.
Those that I did not answer ended up with me writhing in pain.
All I saw was a green cloud of mist when that would happen.
She got me calmed down.
Then she used another technique that allowed me to answer.
I answered with hand signals that I was unaware that I was making.
My wife was present so I know that it was me answering.
I don’t remember much about how I ended up getting a call from the director of Mufon.
But he ended up calling me from England.
He put me in touch with the local state director.
She worked on me for days & hours on end.
I have memories like watching a movie in some instances.
Sometimes I just like experienced them. It was like I was livening them.
She got what she needed.
I ended up back in the box.
So it is with that in mind that I answer you.
I sat in the middle of a large semi circle room.
About 12 to 20 feet in front of me was a line of old wooden folding chairs.
The line of chairs somewhat followed the semi circle shape of the room
I sat in a chair that was made like nothing I have ever seen before or since. I was somewhat like an easy chair. The pads were in form fit vertical
columns that contained a green lightly glowing jell. The jell allowed the chair to form fit to my body & I sort of laid on it. I sank down into it &
was fully supported by the gel filled padding. It was neither cold nor hot. It was very very comfortable. It had a pivoting foot plate that pivoted
& covered my lower extremities to about my chest. I could feel hand controls that my hands just naturally fit into as the foot plate covered me.
I was allowed to view & interact with a panel of creatures that are stranger than the chair that I sat in.
I was personally tended by a creature behind me to the left.
I could not see him but know he was there.
He would interact with the panel also.
The room had vertical wooden planks that formed the wall approx 30' from the end of my feet.
The wood looked to be Pecan. The planks swept upward & forward to about 14' in height, ending in a smaller semi circle 2-4 feet in front of me then
continued straight up forming a 12' round shaft.
My chair was centered below the shaft.
At the top of the shaft was a white ceiling.
A human in a lab coat was leaning over the edge of the shaft observing.
People would come & go talking to him as they looked down.
There were rough hune stone out copings in the room.
Then entrance was to my left & and looked to rock hune also.
There is much much more that I could describe about the room.
But it would not help you with the answer you are asking.
It just reminded me of a Frank Lloyd Wright high class 60's inspired structure.
Well I was rather distracted.
Taking in the room & all.
I looked forward & a few creatures were already setting.
The rest just wandered in & took their place.
All acknowledged the small cloaked creature that set in the middle.
He had some significance there.
I could actually feel his presence.
I was in the presence of something that I can only describe as Holy.
They questioned me about general things.
They seemed to be familiar questions.
Like I had been asked many times before.
Something that just kind of pop'ed in that I don't recall talking about before.
There was this guy.
I hated him as you would someone that had killed someone that was related to you.
He paced back & forth in front of me to my right.
Like he was thinking as he walked.
I would answer something & he would argue with my answer.
He thought of humans the same way we would treat something we found in the back of refrigerator. Something we placed there a few months ago.
Interested to see what is there.
Hell it’s going into the trash anyway.
I know that I was feeling emanate conflict.
Just over the horizon.
War was coming or was already ongoing.
My answers were important.
The one question that sticks in my mind the most was.
Are they ready?
My answer was
If these creatures abducted me.
I don’t know why I have so much of a feeling of allegiance to a few of them.
I think they are protecting is from something we are yet unaware of.
My hope is that they are allowing us to progress to the point that we might have a chance of being allowed to interact with them.
--Watcher 2 of 4