Serious - Abductee Chat forum, page 3

This has become a very interesting thread. I am going to talk a little about my history, and I am wondering if anyone else has experienced this for themselves. I cannot, will not, prove this in an open forum, but this is true to the best of my knowledge.

I was born in 1953, in Durham N.C. My Father was a Navy man, and he worked on Long Island in NYC. Put the pieces together here. When I was birthed, my mother weighted but 105 pounds, she was but 5'3" tall, a very slim woman. I weighed almost 11 pounds at birth, and had to have three blood transfusions before I could live. This was told me by my Mom, and two aunts who lived far away from my Mom. when I was three months old, my Mom took me and fled N.C., and went to her Father's home in W.Va. She then travelled to another State further north, I will not name it here. She remarried, and an adoption was arranged when I was seven, I remember talking to the judge at the time. I grew up thinking my Dad was my Dad, but as I reached the age of 15, I was two feet taller than him, and he wore size 9 shoes, I wore size 12 EEE shoes. I did not look like either of them. One day when Mom and Dad was at work, I broke into her steamer trunk where she kept memories. I found photos of my real Father, and he and I looked enough alike to be brothers. Upon questioning, she broke down, cried a lot, and told me that yes, this man is your Father, but he is evil, and a bad man, and that I should never try to contact him. She refused to her dying day to tell me the truth, and completely disowned me in 1987. I never saw, or spoke to her after that. She told my on the phone that I was not her son, and to her, I was dead.

In 1998, I took off to find out the truth. I have an aunt that is a head nurse in a major hospital in Virginia, and she has a twin sister, these are my real father's sisters. My aunt took my blood, and proved to me that this man is defiantly my father. She told me other things too, but I will not talk about that. Then she took me to her twin sister's home, (they were 72 years old at the time) and they told me a story that blew my mind. there was never a divorce between my mom and dad. there are no records of my birth at all. At the Health Department, where files on people are some three inches thick, mine contained but one document, the altered birth certificate, listing my adopted father's name as the father, and it was dated three days after I was born. As I said, I was 7 when the adoption happened.

The aunts told me that my real father worked on secret projects, and that it really scared my mom at the time. throughout my real dad's life, he always had plenty of money, but never worked, and he did all his business on the phone, in private. They said he would disappear for months at a time, and drank to excess when he came home. when he died in 1992, along with his brother, all he was found to have is a rented car with the trunk full of brandy bottles. His home was empty and spotlessly clean, and it was found that hje had owned several businesses, a lumber yard, two auto dealerships, and a motel, but that two days before he died, all were sold to the employees for 1 dollar. This man had paid off at least three homes for family members with cash, and bought at least seven new cars for cash. His military records were deleted, the Navy denies he was ever in the Navy.

Now here is the strange part. My father, and his brother's bodies were taken away before burial from the funeral home by person or persons unknown. My aunts told me never to take back my real name, or to try to live near where I was born, because it would mean my death. They told me real plain to stay away from this.

This has plagued me all my life. I do not know who I am, exactly, I do know that my name (last) is not mine. I have certain abilities, I can see the dead, and feel emotions, and sometimes read thoughts directly. I have had strange dreams all my life, and visions that scare me half to death. I have seen ET craft, not one or two, but many. I know things that I never learned, never studied, never read. I am 55, but have the health of a 30 year old, small prostate, and no sign of cancer or black lungs, and I have smoked for almost 40 years constantly, up to two packs a day sometimes. I must have sugar or I get really sick. I am taking 3 1/2 spoonfuls in a cup of coffee every morning, and I drink about 6 cups each day, and drink soda pop for the rest of the day, at least 6 a day. Water makes me sick, unless it is well water. I sleep only 3-4 hours in a 24 hour period, and do anything I want to do. I see no master, and fight against authority at every chance I get.

Does anyone else here reading have a similar story about there life? I have met 4 people on the internet, in forums who have stories like mine, and we can all contact each other by thought alone. My children's abilities are far and above my own. If you do not feel comfortable posting here, please PM me. Thanks for listening.