posted on Jan, 1 2010 @ 06:02 PM
Then, a new chapter, one night, a school night, I picked up a book at 11 PM sharp and started reading the “preface” of the book, and then I
decided to put it back up on the shelf my grandfather built. It was now 7 AM, and I had to go to school, 8 hours disappeared within a single minute.
This leads up to where I started of my first memory, before the womb, I later used hypnotism to remember what happened during the 8 hours that night
that vanished in what seemed to be a few paragraphs.
What happened in those 8 hours, a major light flash came through my window to the West, and suddenly these beings came walking through the wall,
around my bed, levitated me with them into a vessel hovering above the house, and I was inside. These beings were of the same origin as the ones I
would communicate with when I was 3, and they still meant no harm. They again bonded with me, communicating feelings without speech, again, they have
no mouths like we do. Then they introduced me to what many refer to as a grey. This grey was not harmful as well, in fact, the being seemed very bored
with what apparently was a job task. I was the task. The being, or grey if you will, was the psychologist, or the one who was communicating a variety
of questions to me, analysing and observing my feelings and responses. The grey does not use a mouth to communicate, like the others, the grey
communicates thought.
There were no horrible experiments, there has been no horrible interactions. I can’t speak for all, so when I say they seem benevolent, this is only
my experience. Others may be telling the truth about some serious horrifying experiences, however, I can not. The importance of the meeting when I was
13, is it left an impression with me somehow, that I was able to communicate thoughts. For two weeks after the event, I was clearly able to interpret
people’s thoughts. I challenged people to write things down and put it in their pocket, and I would tell them the answer with precision, They would
write the weirdest things and test me, I was able to feel their exact thoughts, for two weeks, and just like that, the ability disappeared,
completely.
I have to say now, everything I am writing is the truth, of course, I like anyone have debated my own self, trying to make a more human sense of my
events, but, as I am older now, I know the difference between imagination and confirmation. The events were 100% real, and I know this, and could care
less about the skeptic who may be jealous because they want to experience proof. Well, I am leading to the proof at the very end.
In my adult life, I have done highly articulate jobs, I have been highly involved in employments and activities that involve government, law, and
commerce. I am highly professional, and highly rebel, I don’t agree with what I have learned. I hate the words, “it is better to have loved and
lost than to not have loved at all”, and I highly agree with the adage, “ignorance is bliss”. When you know too much, and you have seen too
much, and you have been inside the circle, it screws with your perceptions of reality. Or for the most part, the human reality, the experience we have
temporarily here on Earth. I would much prefer to go back in time, and know nothing of what I know now, I truly understand what it means when they say
the human psyche can only handle so much.
I have seen UFOs as they are referred to, the ones like “Close Encounters of the Third Kind”, the Triangular one, the ones that are like massive
orbs that split apart. I have seen them up damn close, too close for comfort. I have also seen them from long distances, and the only way to explain
this is like panning for gold. People that don’t have experience with gold are not sure of what to look for, but those who have seen it, can
identify it quick.