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An Abductee Remembers Her Alien Encounter
June 6, 2014
Los Angeles, CA
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I remember reading in Charles Hall’s book Millennial Hospitality in the chapter Olympic Dreams that you can remember suppressed memories through dreams. You just have to meditate somewhere comfortable, and try to focus on that specific memory. I really wanted to remember what happened after that strange male being came into my room. I’ll copy and paste the encounter here for remembrance:
I woke up late at night to a man staring at me from the side of my bed. He was knelt beside me, and was only a few inches away. He was Caucasian, with dark brown hair, and crease lines around the edges of his mouth. He was smiling at me in a creepy way. His eyes were bigger than any Humans’, and they curved slightly around the sides of his face; they looked oriental in a way. What really scared me was that his eyes were all black. There was some white behind his irises, but you could only see it if he were to move his eyes all the way to the right or left. I thought he was a demon that had come in Human form to possess me. He laughed at my thought, and told me that he was not a demon. He was a mortal being like me, and he had come to take me somewhere. I can’t remember what else happened.
I got only a clip glimpse of a memory. I was running with a girl that seemed to be around the age 14. She had thick blonde hair tied up into a ponytail with blue eyes. She was wearing blue shorts and a white tank top. We were running from the people that took us. I can’t remember why, but I do remember feeling tremendous fear. I was in a place that I wasn’t familiar with. We ran into this mechanical room that had all these switchboards and wires connecting one cabinet full of switches to another. There was a center aisle, and we ran all the way to the back and I remember vividly the blonde girl sitting with her knees close to her chest up against one of the metal cabinets with these red switches. I knelt down across the aisle next to her behind another metal cabinet. She was so scared she refused to look down the aisle to see if the guards were coming our way. I looked for her, and I saw as the guards walked right past the mechanical room. They appeared Human and were dressed in grey jumpsuits along with black boots that looked military. They had weapons on them that looked like very thin handguns that were black in color. I told her that they were gone and she seemed to calm down a little. Then she laughed and said in a southern accent, “it’s funny. We’ll probably never meet on regular terms. We won’t even remember each other.” I found it funny as well, but also very sad because I considered her a trustworthy friend. That was all that I could remember. Not sure if it was just my imagination trying to fill up the gaps or it was real. I’m open to both possible options.
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