I've wrestled myself for many years before telling this story, and only three others still alive can confirm it. It's not I story I could run to the
press with, not then, but now, because they told me when the time would be.
They've set a date, and it's only through my ability as a human to type on a keyboard and relate events that I'm able to share this at all, because
out of the thousands they've abducted, most remain irrational.
From all the scattered stories across the interwebs of alien abduction, there is but one truth prevailing from all the other misconceived perceptions.
I cannot fault their methods, because they see what we ourselves cannot, and the muddling of minds was a required method of explaining themselves to
The prevailing truth is thus: Contact is imminent.
Perhaps I should go back, to the first encounter I remember, to a time many, many years ago, in my childhood, when I first met them horrified in a
state of sleep paralysis. Without opening my eyes, I could sense they were there, and I resisted them. At least, I thought I had. They manipulate
your mind. That is another offshoot in this story, for they are not malevolent, quite to the contrary, and wish no harm upon us, which is the main
message they have to share.
The second time I opened my eyes, and saw six bulbous head shaped beings, each with dark slanted eyes, three to each side of my bed, and the nearest
on my right placed an implement near my right ear, and I faded away. I awoke aboard a ship of sorts, at least nothing I recognized as my own room,
but yet in dimly lit darkness. Those are the only fragments I had until now.
They did take me that night, and many nights, thereafter, but blanked my mind by the means they have. I know not what high technology they use, but
they are vastly superior to us. Let me continue my narration.....
In my first abduction I was but age five, a fact they have since revealed to me. I am now a old man, upwards of seventy-five years, but I don't look
a day above thirty. They have changed me, the rate at which my cells divide, and therefore prolonged my life. They have superior knowledge of the
human physiology, and have told me they have have many many others they have "taken". The whole abduction event is a process, they say, to wean the
weaker minds from the bold.
All that is ancient. It's history to me in this timeline that we call our existence. They would have me as but a messenger among many, to tell my
own story, and to watch the rest unfold from their perch above the stars.
And so I talk, to you tonight, providing a message to heed or forsake. They have taken me for years, returning me, wiping my memory, but placing
within it an ideal. Peace is not so far from my understanding, but it is for others. Many cannot forgive, and that is the tear that if they could
shed, that would fall from their cold alien cheeks. They have lost the meaning of compassion, of love, of caring. They wish to cull from us the
meaning of the same, but it appears we may have lost them as well. Only your heart can tell.
They asked me to ask you, do you know the meaning of love? Can any human define that?
They await your answers.
As do I.
edit on 3/12/12 by Druid42 because: I wish preview was my friend!