reply to post by SkepticDan
Here are a couple of I've had.
First Event: “Visit” (abduction)
Sometime during the fair weather months of 1951, when I was 4 years old, a saucer like craft
was observed by family members to be hovering near by (lived on Grandfathers farm of 120
acres or so), The craft seemed to have a “door” like opening in it. This craft appeared every
day for nearly a week. On its last day, I was missing for some 6 – 8 hours, the entire family
(mother, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins) joined in the search for me, but, to no
avail; search as they might, I was nowhere to be found. I returned on my own in the late
afternoon / early evening.
Memories of this event were buried for decades, but through a process of meditation and
memory training, some were brought to light. During the craft’s final day, I was taken aboard
by two Greys and a Nordic (extraterrestrials). During this time I was given a physical
examination, and spent some time talking with the Nordic (a female). It was explained to me
that I was not human, but, had to live with them for a “time”, I was also implanted with a
Second Event: “Visit”
In the early 1990’s, perhaps ’93, my extraterrestrial mother arrived in Earth proximity, and,
stationed her small group of 7 starships some 100,000 kilometers above the Earth. One night,
I was taken aboard via shuttle craft, during the trip to Mother’s Command ship I was allowed
to make the final approach and landing. This didn’t work out well; I managed to “bounce” the
shuttle off a bulkhead before the pilot could regain control.
After landing, as I was disembarking, I saw my Mother (for the first time); I ran toward her
and somehow “launched” myself at her. Later, as we were standing in an “observation” room
of some kind, viewing Earth from 100,000 kilometers; she told me some of the “story” of how
I was her biological child, and that we were from the Galaxy Andromeda.
The memories of these events were quite profound, and I thought it fortunate that I was
seeing a psychologist at the time. I told him about the experience. He told me that it was
most probably “just a dream”; we all know how real dreams can seem. Then he told me
what the “differences” between “dream memory” and dreams vs. real memory and reality.
It seemed reasonable at the time, partly because I didn’t know any better, and because I
couldn’t quantify my memories. A couple of years later I had to have surgery, a minor
procedure, but, still required a general anesthesia. While recovering, I had brief moments
when I was conscious and rational. The memories of these moments were later shown to be
identical to the memory fragments of my visit to Mother’s ship, and the events that
occurred. The memories of the “recovery room” were verified by persons in attendance.