I don't know where this goes, really. It can fall under religion, paranormal, grey area , but it does involve interaction with an entity that is
commonly described as an alien. I am sharing this because there has been debates about people not believing others abduction stories because they are
all made up. Well, no. Not all of them are made up. Mines isn't. But here's the thing. I'm not sharing it because I want people to believe in aliens.
I'm sharing it because I want people to understand that these experiences , while very real, are not always what they seem to be. There is a reason
why I believe what I believe about aliens and it stems from my own personal experience. We all have formed our own opinion about what we believe based
on our own life's experiences.
Here is what took place.
I was watching television. I do not recall what channel I was watching, but I believe it was one of those documentaries about something conspiracy
related. It was one of those days where they did a whole series of difference conspiracies all day long and I had been watching for a few hours. I was
laying on the couch and drifted off to sleep. All of a sudden, I felt strange. I felt like I was trapped inside my body and my body was a shell. I was
laying on my side, not my back when I fell asleep. I felt a hand grab my arm and start to drag me off the couch. I kept trying to scream, but could
only mumble. Whatever grabbed me had pulled me up to the point where I was now sitting on the couch looking at what was pulling on me and I finally
was able to scream. I said to it.
"NO. You have no authority to be here. You have no authority to be here. NO !"
What I saw was an alien grey only it wasn't grey. It was tan. It was tan and dry. It had the head, the eyes and the body of a typical ET , but it was
tan and dry. It looked angry and was still grabbing my arm trying to take me through the _ Finally, I remembered my faith growing up and what I
would say when I was a little girl having bad dreams. I yanked my arm away and screamed.
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper. I belong to Jesus Christ. You have no authority over me. GO !"
The next thing I notice is that the entity had another one just like it behind me and when I started quoting scriptures and mentioning the words Jesus
Christ. I felt it get really disgusted at my using the name of Jesus. It was angry and disgusted. Without turning around , it then communicated with
the other entity in the room closer by the window and I felt that they decided on something. It angrily grabbed me again by both shoulders and pushed
me down on the couch. Then, once I was laying back down, it put it's hand on my head and shoved it very hard into my pillow. I felt my brain and my
scull click back together like a lego and I woke up to myself laughing and feeling like I won. I was physically tired like I had been fighting hard.
And I was on my back. Not my side.
Now, that is my experience. I look at that and I can not easily explain it away to my own satisfaction. I believe the viewing related subject material
on television and sleeping on the couch , combined with my Christian faith all played a roll in that experience. This was very real to me. But was it
real ? Was it a demonic attack ? Was it just a dream ? Was it that sleep paralysis everyone talks about ? Was my body really moving because I felt
strain in the muscles that were strained in the dream. My arms and my stomach . Did I have a seizure? Or was it real aliens who somehow recognize the
authority in the name of Jesus Christ whom they seem to really hate ? Whatever happened, I won. That's a fact. I won that fight.
So when I hear others talk about their stories of abductions , I feel as though I want to tell them how to stop it, how to fight it and win. But I
can't because many of them don't believe in using the name of Jesus Christ and some of them actually seek to have these experiences. I don't want to
tell them what I think is really doing it or what I believe personally they are really dealing with because I could cause more damage than good. But I
share my story so people know where I am coming from when I ask questions about their story. I'm not trying to be rude or obnoxious. I just know what
happened to me and maybe more detail would help me find out what happened to them. Most of the time, I don't respond to their stories. I just read
them and pray for that person because I believe them. I believe what they said happened to them. I just disagree with the reason that it
edit on 20-6-2012 by skepticconwatcher because: grammar