posted on Feb, 16 2013 @ 04:39 PM
OK here is the Frankenstein Story.
I was just a little guy of 3 years and I had a great wonderful life. I had a lot of love around me and I was great in school and pretty well adjusted
to the world. Now this does not reveal the way I was at home with my “questions” that used to make my mother run me off to church because she
didn't know how to answer them.
I used to get completely frustrated with her because of her inadequate answer to my most big question of the time, which was, why did God put the
desire to fly (as I always wanted to fly as my dreams told me I could) when I can't seem to figure out how to do it.
My poor mother explained that we were not birds and we did not have the equipment to fly like birds do on so on. This of course did not address my
question which was "Why did God fill us with the desire to fly if we can't".
Now this question actually came from dreams (or what I thought were dreams at the time.) I never told my mother about it because I thought she would
think I was the devils child, (one of the bad side effects of growing up in a Christian home with working parents.) they just couldn't have related
to me if I told them the truth.
Anyhow, I used to have this dream all the time which lasted for about 3 years. I was 3 or 4 when it started (that I know of.) I was afraid to fall
asleep because I knew this monster would come through the wall and take my brother away and I was so scared they would take him and he would never
come back. It was years later that I realized I too was being taken and the fear was that they did not look like anything I had ever seen before.
I still do not know what they looked like but, I know my brother and I were abducted every night for a very long time. To go back a little, this is
why I loved my life so much and was very great at socializing back then. It made up for and anchored me in to a place that I could call real. The
other night time experiences were different and I knew I had to view them that way or I would loose my grip on reality. Yes I can hear you all
thinking how could this young kid think like this. I have no idea but, I guarantee that I have always thought deeply and have known how to
differentiate experiences even at an early age, as I was taught to do so by the entities that were taking me.
I knew this because looking back I did not know anyone my age that had the depth I possessed at 4 years old, and the schools I went to called my
parents in because both my brother and myself were extremely intelligent. They studied our IQ test and found that we both had numbers of the
My brother was taken out of regular school and put into a special school where he was doing algebra and other complex mathematical calculations 6
years ahead of himself. He had not even been to school yet. When he entered the first grade from Kindergarten is when he was put into the 6th grade
because of his math skills. The problem was that he could not explain to the teachers how he knew the answers to equations. He would just say (if
this is this and this is this then the only possible answer is, obvious ". Of course they pumped him to figure out where he got this information
from but, he had no idea.
Anyhow I had similar things happen but, my education was in the then undiscovered field of social sciences and Human resources. Later in life I
worked for H.U.D. My volunteer job was for the city of Los Angeles, housing the indigent population through the winter months. The odd part was the
city would call me and explain what the next step was and I would tell them that I had already done what they were suggesting. They couldn't figure
out how I knew this and were convinced I had an insider helping me. This became problematic for a while but, I soon fixed the trouble and the
homeless of L.A. had homes to go too.
OK, now back to the story. I later in life (something like ten years after the dreams) realized that I new what it was like to pass through solid
objects like walls. I was able to remember little bits and pieces of the dreams where the entities that took my brother and I would just kind of
project an image of the outside , or other side of the wall and we would move to it. This was not odd to me at all and I remember feeling that where
I knew the wall used to be and still was, caused an interesting effect in motion. It was as if we were moving through an energy that was thicker and
felt like time slowed down while passing the point of the wall. It felt like moving through mental molasses. I am not sure how else to describe
Later in years when I met the Lizard man especially I remember the thunder in my body which separated me into two parts. Front and the rear, which
the rear was the reality I knew and was easy but, the forwards vision was a movement into another time and space and also like a time warping
This is all I can remeber but, it trained me early to accept later events in life which are posted