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Trip Through the Sky & The Alien City (Jan. or Feb. 1987)
I was reading an article about the weaknesses of memory and how easily it can decay and change over time. When I think back on so many of these earlier abduction experiences, I must admit I would doubt my own mind more had it not been for one thing: Writing in journals after every experience shortly after it happened. I wrote of what happened to me when it was still fresh and clear in my mind, and then later when I check those journals from long ago, written in an oddly graceful spidery tiny cursive hand, the only thing that seems to change is that the details get lost over time and re-reading a diary entry brings it back. I have no doubt, however, that even simply the act of writing it down helps to cement my original memory quite well.
And good thing, too. Because some memories get so fantastical, I'm not sure how to categorize them…
After the horror of my 16th summer, things did die down for some months. Way down. But around January/February of 1987, something rather spectacular occurred.
The experience began abruptly with me waking up to a strange physical sensation. A sort of humming buzz feeling without sound. I felt light– and good, really good. As I began to come to, almost feeling like purring, given the high level of comfort/pleasure I felt, I realized I was WHOOSHING through the air! I quickly became alarmed. I could see and hear normally, yet I could not FEEL very well, almost as if I was wrapped in some sort of bubble force field. I seemed to be sort of curled into a fetal position, but with my head up and looking around. What was going on?
I saw my bedroom door and wall heading for me, and I closed my eyes and braced for impact– only none came. I opened my eyes and I was flying through the hall by the kitchen and then through the living room!! My father was watching Johnny Carson (so that tells you it was quite early at night, 11:30 to 12:30.) I was astonished! I whizzed right by him close to ceiling height, and he took no notice of me!
Then I was going through the wall of the house where we lived and out into the air. I decided I must have been pulled out of my body, which is why I could go through solid structures and was invisible to my father. As I continued on, I began to rise UP and my speed increased. I was definitely not doing this to myself. Something or someone was pulling me. But what?
I soon found myself a half mile across the landscape, flying over the end of the suburban developments and then over a cow pasture, rising further and further into the air. I could look down and around very easily, and I was torn between being thrilled and being scared to death. I knew I wouldn't fall (and hey– I wasn't in my body anyway, right?) but I was just so shocked to find myself in this situation. I was immune to the clear wintery air, another reason I thought I was in my astral form.
I finally looked up into the direction into which I was being pulled– and I could see what looked like a beautiful bright blue star hovering in the night sky.
I admired it at the same time a quiver of dread filled my gut: who or what was THAT!? A part of me hoped I had suffered enough and maybe some real angels were coming to show me a little mercy or something. I thought out to the light that I should not be out of my body like this, and to my slight surprise I felt an answering reassurance directed at me. However, my vision slowly blacked out and I lost consciousness.
The next thing I knew (and I have no idea how much time had passed) I was standing up, sort of feeling dopey (can you be out of your body and yet dopey? That didn't make much sense… Don't you need a body to be drugged?) My feet were adhered somehow to an air pocket or something right above a very narrow sort of rail/walkway that wound up and around through some strange cityscape. To my shock and alarm, I was at least 50 feet or more up from the ground and steadily angling up as we traveled along this odd pathway. We sort of slid, not needing to move our legs or walk. Just stand and glide gently but swiftly along!
I say “we” because a grey was standing about 4 feet in front of me. Yet I wasn't immediately scared of him, because for some reason, I had it in my head that the one in front of me was my mother (my human mother). Like I had an odd mental construct or vision sort of overlaying the grey form. My adrenaline shot through me because this was sort of like being on a roller-coaster without a seat, or straps or … well, ANYTHING to hold onto! Just my feet. They were sort of stuck. I could move the upper part of my body, but my feet were held firm some how. I yelled out, “We're gonna FALL!!” and the grey in front of me (my regular escort guy) twisted around to look at me and said into my head, but in my mother's voice in English, “Of course not! I wouldn't let that happen to you!” He (both my escorts were male) even managed to get my mother's scolding intonations just right. For some reason, even though I knew on some level this guy was not my mother, I allowed myself to be assured.
The view of the strange city was spectacular, and I began to really LOOK at what was around me, now that I felt fairly confident I wasn't about to plunge 100 feet or more to my death (I continued to climb up and up along this track). I saw many buildings gathered on both sides of the track, stretching out to the shortened horizon (?) on my right and only going maybe a half mile out on my left with water or some low, flat, open feature beyond the city to that side of me. It seemed to be sunset heading towards twilight, and there was a light source glowing softly on the shortened horizon to my left. But I couldn't really see a sun, or clouds. The sky didn't seem to go that high above me, and it was almost like the light source was being filtered through a high frosted ceiling?? I couldn't tell you if this was an alien world I was seeing, but I suspect it was a grey city on a huge 'mothership' because there was a feeling of things being not quite OPEN enough to be outside. The air was also very, very still, and had a funny smell, but I can't remember what it was exactly, I just remember thinking it smelled weird.
There were some openings to the buildings, like windows, and some had lights in them. Most of the buildings were in odd shapes and not quite like anything I had seen before. There were some boxlike buildings, though, too– like you see here, but none were made out of stone, or brick, or wood. No roof looked like we have here, no peaks or gables or triangular arches like we're used to– and some buildings didn't have tops to them, reminding me of miniature open-air stadiums or something. If you can imagine rounded adobe structures without the adobe part, that's closer to what I mean. Things seemed to be made out of a glass-like plastic, like they were injection molded or something, but there were many kinds of textures and colors. The largest building that really captured my attention was a blackish pyramid with a lovely pink irridescent sheen to it, even in the dimming light. I thought it was especially beautiful. Vehicles flew through the air, most of them smallish (economy car sized or smaller) and there were ramps and rail-like walkways EVERYWHERE, just like the one I was on, appearing like ribbons winding around the buildings. No side-rails on any of them, and it looked like they were only about a foot and a half wide, just like the one I was on. It seemed to be a standard feature of the city. Most of the buildings were from 2 to 5 stories high. Nothing like skyscrapers were anywhere. They had tremendously creative architecture, and there was some color– though nothing seemed bright or garish. (But then, the light was dimming, as I said.) There were odd, smaller features scattered throughout– spheres and spikes inserted at random junctures, as if there was a purpose to them. Still, all in all, it wasn't THAT different than the sorts of cities we have, really. A little more organic and flowing perhaps, not so much with the right angles and blocks, but very easily identified as a city.
I twisted around and turned as best I could to see everything, which is how I noticed the guy about 4 feet behind me. I remember thinking, “Oh, that's supposed to be my sister.” Didn't look like her, but I was in an oddly compliant frame of mind.
There was a sense of bustling life, which– looking back now, I find surprising. See, most of the time I've ever recalled being in ships run by greys, everything is black, white, or gray inside. (The two times I recall color, it was a light yellow line going along a wall on one ship, and the red/copper robes some higher status females wore once.) There is no art, everything is plain and utilitarian. You have very little sense of culture when it comes to interactions in these places with the greys. It can make one wonder if they actually have much of a culture. But when I think of this particular experience, it makes me surmise that perhaps they're keeping their culture away from us most of the time for a reason. This was a place greys lived with one another where humans didn't come… usually.
Why was I the exception? Or am I? I have to wonder, because I've since heard of some descriptions given by experiencers of being on a grey world, and some reports seem similar to what I remember. When it comes to details, though, Raymond Fowler's books about Betty Andreasson Luca have the most matching details. (The walkways, buildings, and the flat lightning thing coming up especially…) I suspect, however, that I was on a massive mother ship, not an actual world. Being so far above the city and looking out, you could see it didn't have that limitless edge you'd expect to see on a world. And the ceiling as opposed to a sky was a biggie for me as well. It is possible I was on another world under a massive dome of some sort, of course. I just don't know for sure.
In any event, as we topped a rounded ascent, I could at last really focus on where we were heading. It seemed to be the tallest feature of the city, but sort of on the outside of it– a very tall, organic/geological sort of mini-mountain. I couldn't tell if it was made of rock or roughened plastic, as it had an odd texture and was grayish-brown. The ramp-way I was on was headed straight for a dark opening in its face, like a cave. The structure or mountain was tall enough and wide enough that I have no idea what was on the other side of it– the city seemed to come up to it and even wrap around it a bit on the right. On the left, it seemed to open up a little.
But I stopped caring about the scenery when I realized there was something funky about the entrance to the cave ahead. I could hear a buzz/roaring, like electrical discharge sounds from a 50s sci-fi movie, and see what looked like contained LIGHTNING flashing over where a doorway would be to the cave. I was terrified because we were heading right for it!! “Aren't we going to get electrocuted?!” I asked my “mother.” Again, he turned around and sent the words in my mother's voice into my head, “Of course not!” I tried to believe everything would be okay as we got closer and closer. The lightning was very peculiar: it was FLAT. It was like if lightning were miniturized and as flat as paper– and then have that flash on and off across an entrance instead of a doorway. That's what we had to go through, and I balked at the thought of touching those many forked branches of electrical discharge. But as my escort in front came to the entry, the lightning stopped and he went through and then myself, and then the one behind, before the contained mini-lightning began flashing again.
Weird.
We went through a short tunnel, and then the ramp-rail sort of glided to a stop. The escort in front stepped aside and sort of turned to grab me as I stumbled– not used to using my legs after all this time. The one behind stepped off as I turned to look. Then we walked a short ways into a larger cave-like room. It wasn't very bright, but not dark either. No damp cave smell. There were some taller greys waiting for us. The room was about 50 feet in diameter, rounded, and there was a large, low round table to the left (of the entrance coming in) and to the rear was a table/bed contraption. My silent escort (the one behind me the whole time) went right to the table, my regular one instructed me to go to the “doctor” waiting by the bed-thing, “Be a good girl!” it admonished me, again using my mother's voice in my head. I asked aloud, “Will it hurt?” meaning whatever this taller grey was going to do to me. Once again, I heard, “Of course not!” said with the exact same slightly frustrated inflection it had used twice before– almost like it had a limited range of mother-sounding lines in stock or something.
Given that he had been right so far, I decided to trust him. By this time, I knew full well that this guy was not my mother, nor the other my sister. But I understood that they wanted me to act as if they were, so I was going along with the scenario, not wanting to rock the boat too much in the alien environment.
So I walked right up to the taller doctor grey, who was about 5' tall. He had me sit on the edge of the bed-table and was all business and never communicated with me. Then he pulled out what looked like a penlight. The light at the end of it was really bright, so I closed my eyes as he brought it towards my face. Then I felt him put it on the inside corner (nose-side) of my right eyebrow, just above the hairline– and it BURNED LIKE HELL! I yelled, but the doc finished very swiftly and backed away from me.
Now I was MAD. I stood up and started just screaming at my escort– “You lied to me! It DID hurt! It burned! And you're NOT my mother, so stop using her voice, and THAT guy [pointing] isn't my sister! I can't trust you! I never knew what to believe with you guys!! Damn it! It fucking BURNS, you son-of-a-bitch!“ I was hopping mad!
The reaction I got was noteworthy. The 2 or 3 or so escort greys (4.5' tall) as well as a couple of taller greys (about 5' tall) gathered around the round table turned to look at me, but none more swiftly than my regular guy. He turned to stare and because we made eye contact I could feel his utter shock at my reaction (telepathically.) My anger was really scary to him! He didn't expect it– and I couldn't understand how he could be so surprised. Meanwhile, the doc guy stepped back away from me further, maybe afraid I'd attack him. I had no intention of attacking anyone, but I was pissed off and not shy in saying so! I began walking towards my escort, yelling the whole time. I only remember the first few things I said, but suffice to say I was pissed, ranting, and cussing up a storm. I think some of it was my venting nervous energy after being tense and wary for the whole travel-by-ramp and then coming through the lightning entrance. But the burn-spot above my eyebrow just cinched it for me. I remember calling them “fuckers”– some diplomat I make, huh? I can still remember how much it hurt though.
It was at this point that my memory starts to dim again. More missing time. (Both before getting on the ramp and after the procedure.) I'm pretty sure that the doc guy inserted some small thing into my sinus cavity by burning through my skin and skull. I do not have a lump under my skin, and never have had one. But that tiny spot on my face has always been a little sore ever since. No wonder they usually go up the nose!
The last memory I had was of once again very swiftly flying through the air. It was early dawn, and I could see I was flying towards my house! Once more I went right through the walls as if they weren't even there. The flight slowed way down as I got close to my room. I was expecting to see my body on the bed, ready for me to re-enter it. But that's not what I saw. I saw an empty bed! Puzzled, but very distracted by what was happening, I felt myself slide into bed. Then I felt the covers lower right over me like air had plumped them up and now they were released to fall. (This sensation with the covers has happened a few times, but only with physical experiences.)
I immediately 'awoke'– not feeling as if I'd been sleeping at all– and sat up in bed. The question burning in my mind was: was I in my body or not for that whole thing? I got up to use the bathroom, and while I was in there I checked my eyebrow– and there was a red dot right over my right eyebrow. It was extremely sore. So it was physical. My whole body traveled to where ever that place was, and yet somehow I could be invisible and go through solid things like walls! HOW!?!
Later, after reading Budd's book, Sight Unseen, he described how he had come to think that the aliens can change our bodies to transport us, and that this change can render us invisible. It seems I'm not the only one who has been confused as to whether I was material or having a physical versus a spiritual experience. But it was physical, just– temporarily immaterial somehow too.
This is not to say that I haven't been out of my body with the aliens as well! I have, but that report will have to wait. Having both kinds of experiences can make things hard to figure out, though– and so I don't blame abductees/experiencers who might be confused about it. It took me years to begin to even figure some of it out. Because all events and encounters are not all ONE type of thing, its not so easy to answer questions with a definitive answer. I'm still trying to get everything straight.
2012-08-29 03:08:07
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