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Sep. 15th, 2017


Memory of A Hybrid Woman In My Living Room (March 2006)

One morning this week I was lazing in bed, awake beyond a doubt, but just musing to myself. Very relaxed, and not thinking about anything in particular. Then my cat, Jazz, jumped up and settled in next to me and I pet her distractedly.

And spontaneously, without any other prompting than my cat, I had this quick flash of a memory of seeing her skittering along the floor, scared to death, sort of low to the ground but still moving fast...

... Huh? What?...

Then it came, a few seconds of memory, clear and bright...

I had just been returned by greys. I was standing in the living room, not far from the front door, in the cabin I lived in from 2006 thru 2007 in Ohio. Someone unseen but 'felt' was behind me by the back door out to the deck, but we had just come in the front door.

Standing before me was a very short woman, maybe up to my shoulders. She appeared to be a hybrid, with huge eyes and wearing one of those black wigs with bangs and some sort of dark coveralls. Since the woman did not look 'normal' I don't think it was a cover memory.

I was upset. The hybrid woman was hostile towards me. She didn't like me and the feeling was rather mutual. I'm thinking this was the one I named Diana as a child-- she and I began fighting when I was in my 20s. She always seemed bitchy and treated me in this high-handed way that I could never stomach. Anyway, it was either her or someone just like her, facing me.

I got distracted when I saw a cat, a large, dark one, skulking and running behind the hybrid woman, close to the floor in a way that only a very freaked out cat will run. Following the cat with my eyes allowed me to break the eye contact and mental power the hybrid had over me for a few seconds.

She knew what I was watching, of course, being telepathic. I said, "Yeah, my cat doesn't like you either!"

That's where the memory ends.

That was rather shocking and stark! I had to be sure to write it down, even though of course at the time I have the flashback I don't feel like I can forget it again-- but experience has taught me that my expectations are overly optimistic. Memories of the aliens are very slippery things, and this is not by accident. Memories recovered later can be lost again.

I had not recalled seeing Diana during my 30s at ALL before this. I had some vague memory of there being a confrontation on a ship where she was watched with me and found to be lacking professionalism when it came to me and taken off my 'case' or something. I couldn't tell if that memory was a staged show or test (which they do a LOT of) or a real thing that happened. I know that though I saw her a lot as a child, teen, and young adult-- I feel now quite certain I haven't seen her in at least a decade. Maybe this memory was of the last time. Maybe that's why that visit seemed so different.

I think it may be connected to THIS memory, where I woke up massively freaked out, but also pissed off:


Be sure to read comments to get more details!

Please note that the front door WAS actually physically open, so at least some portion of the events were real, not just mental projections or dreams. Something happened that night, but reality itself was a little 'off' as well.

Also, when I awoke in bed to the "little girl's" voice, I knew it was a hybrid and not a little girl. They can sometimes sound like children or have freaky high voices because they have a narrow neck and larynx. Anyway, the rest of the story that I did not tell then to LJ, though I spoke to others about it, was that I heard that line and I was absolutely FURIOUS! I was freaked out and scared regarding the strong memory of seeing the front door left open when I knew I had locked it closed, but I also knew I had just returned from somewhere and I was pissed at the female who chided me. I was affronted that she would tie an alien abduction to going to heaven, and also that I was not "good", and ALSO that SHE had the right to judge me on any of it!

A LOT of things happened that led up to this point. Both Gerick and I had 2 bouts of flu, back to back, while we were attempting to move to the cabin from the house I called The Box that we had rented up until then. I had a miscarriage after the second flu, and then I was having these horrific cluster headaches (around my right eye) for hours at a time that were so bad I was banging my head on the wall for the momentary relief of a split second. (No shit-- those headaches are THAT bad!) I had never had cluster headaches before then. Gerick took me to the local rural hospital, but they just gave me painkillers-- they didn't even examine my eye! I looked up remedies for cluster headaches and read that marijuana could help, and we knew plenty of people who had it, so I got some -- and a couple of tokes ended my cluster headache in less than 10 minutes! It also proved to be a quick cure for any subsequent ones, which were exceedingly rare after that February/March period.

SO-- as you can read, I had smoked some weed before events of this particular night, but it was mild stuff, and I took a puff or two. I had not consumed enough to hallucinate or have the weird effects I had that night. I realize for those who don't ever take the stuff, this may seem confusing or iffy, and I understand that. But it's like having a half glass of wine--  not enough to make you drunk, just a little relaxed. And in my case, I wasn't taking it to get high, only to stop the headaches that make migraines seem like a picnic in the park with teddy bears!

I believe Jazz helped me remember seeing Kira, Gerick's fat black cat, running from the aliens in the living room. They are of a similar enough build. (I got Jazz from the stray cats who lived under the cabin, so at the point where I think this happened, she wasn't yet born. She was born the winter of 2006/2007.) Still, I think it's very odd for that to be a memory prompt, but who am I to complain?

As you can read for yourself, I was thinking (hoping) that it was just a dream, or a spirit thing. Its a case of denial. I knew darned well that the "fairy lights" always and only come around with the aliens! I was totally going around that. Too-- at the time I wasn't as open about being an abductee in public, and so I was trying to explain some suspicious events in a way others could 'take' it, if that makes sense?

My being pregnant, getting the flu, and then the cluster headaches, probably prompted the aliens to check up on me. They always wanted me to have kids, and there I almost did (for the third and last time) and yet again it didn't work out. (A lot of women with CFIDS don't successfully bear children.) The second round of flu also really worked out my heart. I had one night where I was sure I was going to die, my heart was pounding so fast and hard-- like I was running a marathon for hours! I can now understand why the flu kills older people who then die of heart attacks--! Um, yeah... Scary!

So I have to wonder, if the timeline matches, if Diana was angry at me for my bad health (which wasn't my fault) or for something else that happened that got her kicked off my case. I have no idea. I only have one more small piece of memory to add to what is more holes than swiss cheese, so the best I can do is speculate. It feels right to place this in March of 2006.

Amusingly, because it was before I had put 2 and 2 together, I had noted at the time that we had all this weird activity when we first moved, after I unpacked, and then it stopped after a few weeks. I thought maybe it was due to magickal stuff I either was or was not doing. HA! Wrong! We had an alien intrusion-- that was why we had all the strange poltergeistic activity-- and then They stopped coming for a while and things died back down.

Incidentally, it was while I lived in that cabin that I finally put it all together. I had ideas and hints before that the aliens 'broke' reality in some odd ways that caused side effects from way back in 1992 as I've recently shared. However, I second-guessed myself and really needed a couple more examples before I was firmly convinced. And for many years, when I shared these experiences online, I hedged and termed events as dreams half the time, even when I was awake. I apologize for any confusion this creates.

Sep. 9th, 2017

horrible news

Apocalytpic Weather: The Unprepared Heart

[I have a more personal article this week, after fires destroyed an area VERY close to where I lived recently for 8 years. The Eagle Creek fire, started by a 15 year old boy tossing fireworks into a bone dry canyon in one of the most popular hiking areas in Oregon, burned a huge picturesque region of the western Columbia River Gorge. I felt, and still feel, pretty devastated.]

I've said that it's very difficult to remember what the aliens tell us. That is by design, of course. We're not being set up to be messengers-- so those that come to you bearing gifts of wisdom from on high should be examined a bit more skeptically. The aliens don't seem to have much interest in causing change to the human world by inspiring nor threatening humans as a whole. They have another plan, which I suspect involves more direct contact, even if by proxy. They don't care about our governments and authorities (beyond dodging them most of the time). I have the sense that it was considered too late to change for human societies by the 1980s anyways.

However, we are set up to be survivors. They need most of us alive later, supposedly, for this particular future involving hybrids. I know that I and many others have attended "classes" since childhood. We're taught a lot of things. I can only guess by how my interests shifted after attending a grouping of such lessons what they may have entailed. I, like many other abductees, tend to develop obsessions after repeated contact with the aliens. These obsessions vary by individuals for the most part, as if we're each prepared for different jobs to come at a later time, but there are some broad themes I've seen pop up repeatedly. Again, I tend to believe this is to enable us to be more flexible towards possibly life-threatening situations they foresaw.

I'll be discussing these topics in more depth later, but given the news lately I wanted to touch on a few of them in this post. A great many of us are being affected by weather extremes just now, and it therefore seems appropriate to address.

One of the repeating themes most of us seem to encounter are expectations of extreme weather events and geological upheaval. Some come away (including myself) with an expectation of future natural disasters becoming a regular part of everyday life. Many of us become weather geeks. I took meteorology in college, for example, and have paid attention to weather systems since my late teens. In my early 20s, I drew up a set of predictions about the future based on the repeating themes of dreams, evolving obsessions, and a sort of intuition like backwards memory. I think I expected them to come true faster than they did, but they are coming true. (Those on my Patreon account will get scans of these papers in the not-too-distant future, although the info contained I discuss freely.) As a group, we are all seemingly told to "watch for" things to happen, and to be better prepared (and less optimistic) about the future.

All over this planet right now, weather, climate-related problems like wildfires, and even a powerful 8+ earthquake have topped the news. This includes possible nuclear strikes by North Korea! Weather extremes are still given top billing-- think on that a moment! And not just one thing, but multiple things. Hurricanes one after another. The worst fire season in the west on record bar none from British Columbia to Southern California. The rest of the world is facing similar issues.

Things are looking a little crazy out there.

Two things:

Firstly, these events are becoming so widely distributed and large that many more of us are affected at once. I've seen fires come to devastate an area right next to where I lived for many years, an area I hiked regularly and loved dearly much of my life. A place that went from this--

to this--

And I have to say, no amount of alien lectures on these types of things could prepare me emotionally for what I've experienced in the last few days, coming to terms with the real destruction of a natural wonder of nature. Some have said that lightning causes fires too-- but we get very little of that here and natural causes only account for 10% of wild fires. The other 90% are human caused. However, it's the extra hot and dry summers that make such acts of carelessness or arson so possible to create conflagrations of a catastrophic nature...

I've tried so hard to be smart about where I live because of those alien warnings. Every one of us has our limits and our preferences, not to mention connections to family and work, that dictate where we live. But wherever possible, we abductees as a group are nudged towards being more aware of things like flood plains and slide-prone areas, to avoid tsunami and hurricane prone areas, to have cellars in tornado-prone places and extra sturdy dwellings in earthquake prone areas. We're urged to have "Bug-out" kits and plans and "Shelter-In-Place" supply caches. We tend, as a group, to be more aware of the news of Mother Nature and to watch for patterns. We may be the least complacent people in the world when it comes to facing possible hazards.

Despite all of this, it is still stunning to experience how quickly things can shift from 'normal' to 'destroyed'. I'm still quite lucky. No one I know has lost a home or been evacuated yet (except on the Florida coast). Unlike most, I've been told over and over again that this type of thing was coming since the 70s on a semi-regular basis. And yet my heart feels blindsided by the reality of something that has been an ongoing theory to me for most of my life. It even seemed a little exciting and adventurous when I was much younger. I blanch to think of that attitude now, even if it makes facing such disasters easier to stomach!

Secondly, that part of me (and, I assume, of other abductees like myself) that is tuned to paying attention to patterns is sounding a clarion of warning. All of this massive weather shifting so suddenly and broadly is making me wonder if this is the start of things really ramping up.

-- Or is it?

Is it just a temporary crazy period of weather, slowly becoming ever more frequent? Or is this going to become such a 'thing' that humanity as a whole is forced to start dealing with some rather more ominous realities?

I'm so torn-- between belief and doubt when it comes to things the aliens have said. They told us things were going to happen as if it were imminent, but then decades pass and we are barely further along the timeline we were informed about. I'm sure I'm not the only abductee who feels a little foolish at their own over-preparedness in the past that were needless expenditures of money, effort, and concern!

Yet it seems that those predictions are coming true. SO many things in the last couple of years especially! Now I feel almost too old to deal with it all. I have knowledge and training and jack shit for resources! Emotionally, I cry for the world I love and the life upon it to go through this painful phase. I empathize with the people facing one crisis after another, even as I rage at humanity for helping to put us all here to begin with! And I worry for myself and my own plans to find a way to be as okay and prepared as I can be, given the sorts of things I expect to face myself.

No, I'm not a messenger, but I have been trained to survive to some extent-- and I'm beginning to realize how much I needed every bit of head's up I could possibly get. I still feel very inadequate to the task!

Sep. 1st, 2017


Back To Normal, Paranormal-Wise

I haven't reported on any more bedquakes or strange bits of memories in over a month. THEY seem to have dropped me off their schedule again.

And so back to 'normal life' for me!

This is how it seems to go. For what its worth, most of the 'flaps' occur in the summer, so this fits the pattern. The last one I had was February and March about 3 years ago-- I think? Hmmm. I'll have to look it up, but it was while I lived at the White Gables apartment. Gerick had one that started the 6 months before we moved and seemed to have followed him to Windy Firs-- but it didn't revolve around me at all.

That's also interesting-- different abductees/experiencers may witness one another's anomalies but not be directly included. However, sometimes it overlaps and one group of aliens will take everyone at once. I notice that only seems to happen for super secret 'meetings' where we discuss the future-- and I can NEVER remember any pertinent information!

But then again... nothing actually seems to happen. They get us all worked up expecting something obvious, and we just wait and wait and wait. I think the only time I was told something and remembered subconsciously had to do with the financial craziness that devastated middle and rural America (to this day, mind you...) They told us to get out or we'd be stuck. We barely managed to make it before the crash happened, and we ended up homeless and camping out on people's sofas for a few months. SCARY. But some part of me seemed to have recalled the economic part of the message, because I got OBSESSED with learning about economics, which is something I have no natural interest in.

Obsessions-- I'll be talking more about those soon while I get back on track finishing my recollections of alien contact. For now, though, I'm just reporting that nothing at all is going on. I don't know what the abductions were about late spring/early summer... my health wasn't affected. I gained no new obsessions. It was more than a one-time check-up thing, though. I was being taken maybe 2 to 3 times a week there for a few weeks. My sleep was for shit. And I have only a few seconds of memory from two abductions to show for all of it.

Damnably frustrating! The most interesting part of my entire life is hidden from me!

Aug. 4th, 2017


My Witnessed Return (August 1992)

At long last-- the promised post on "that time I was seen with aliens by my neighbors and the cops got called"!! Yes, after years of promising to get to it, I shall share this episode!

In context to all that came before it, I'm hoping it is easy to understand that I was in a very weird state that summer of 1992. It was almost exactly 25 years ago that it happened. Other visits and strange side effects were going on around the same time-- it was one of the most active periods of our lives... and then this incident occurred.

In retrospect, I'm glad it did, because I finally had outside, objective witnesses to experiences that only myself and my boyfriend/husband/ex did, and psychologically it helped to put the endless looping questions of "is this real?" to rest. I had seen things awake in the daytime, all I needed was for strangers to report they saw the same that I did and it was a slam dunk from that day on...

It was the beginning of August, and I fell asleep in our little attic bedroom on the mattress upon the floor like I did most nights. The window was open to get a little cool air, but no fans or A.C. were running.

The next thing I knew, I was walking down an alley with the backyards of houses on one side, and mostly the back of parking lots of businesses on the other. It was a familiar alley that I walked back and forth to a gas station and convenience store with Gerick pretty regularly for soft drinks or his cigarettes.

My recollection at that point is fuzzy. I was walking along, wearing a long t-shirt and bicycle shorts as well as some flats (slip-on shoes). [Note: I went to bed in the t-shirt, but not the shorts and shoes.] I was surrounded by 3 or 4 of the shorter escort Greys, around 3.5 to 4 feet tall. I wasn't alarmed or anything, just walking along. I knew I was headed home, which meant I had to leave the alley to approach our own apartment from the regular road, as it was a corner house with no access to the alley.

Below, I use the actual satellite photo of the area in question to illustrate better what I'm talking about (identifying street names have been either blackened or whited out):

1. The orange star on the far left marks the house we lived in-- across the street from a church.
2. The big neon green X on the far right marks the landing site of the UFO vehicle that I was returned in.
3. The green things marked on the upper right side represent trees that used to be there that are no longer there.

Regarding # 2 and # 3-- I believe that site was chosen because it was surrounded by trees and thick hedges. There was even a hedge and wall right next to it (on left side of X) for added privacy. With the lights out, it was fairly easy at night to bring the vehicle down to land without being seen. I remember noting how clever the spot was. The people who owned the house whose backyard we landed in were not home. (It was one of the few "proper" houses built along the alley, as most were oriented to the real street to the north or top of pic.)

So we walked, with a few streetlights from the main street beyond the parking lots to the south of us allowing me to see, but it was all in patches of shadow and light until we reached the back of a bank, which had a security light right where you see the green, red, and blue dots along the left and bottom of the pic.

4. The lime green line marks the path I walked with the aliens and alone to get home. Note that the smaller buildings next to the alley are garages, not houses (except for where the landing site was) but the further off houses had bedrooms on the second floor where they can see the alley easily.
5. The neon green line is the path the aliens walked with me.

I remember the alley walk better than walking up the street and home, though I have a tiny bit of memory there as well. I evidently got home, went to our bedroom, kicked off the shoes (though not the shorts) and laid down atop my mattress, with Gerick asleep and oblivious to it all.

And then, it was like a switch was flipped and -- abruptly I awoke in a perfectly normal beta state. WIDE awake with memories of what had just happened!

But more than that, I recalled a conversation and a promise between myself and the Greys. It was no accident, they wanted me to remember. We had a little post-abduction rendezvous. They walked me home on purpose where people could and would see us, though not easily enough to be a danger to them. I wanted to see the aliens while wide awake and under NO mental pressure from them to help deal with my fear of them. I wanted more objective physical proof of their existence outside my 'dreamy' memories. They were cooperating with me, for once!-- and agreed to a plan to help me out psychologically.

Note-- this was with the Greys, not the human-looking ones that are supposedly so much better. I got some concessions from the little baldies, and this was from my "regulars" who had developed a sort of relationship with me over the years. They went against the normal rules and protocol because I asked it of them. Granted, I'd be easier for them to deal with if I wasn't so scared of them, so it was mutually beneficial. However, what happened next made it clear just WHY they don't do this more often, at least not in the early 1990s!

I awoke with bits of memory and instructions to look out the window.  I did just that-- crawling quickly to our attic window to look out towards the alley where I knew I had just walked.

6. The small purple line on the right side of the Orange Star house marks where my bedroom window was.
7. The longer purple lines mark lines of sight between that window and the alley. You'll notice that there are trees and buildings in the way of seeing clearly, especially on the ground-- but the white fence to the north of the red and blue dots was not present in 1991. Still, there were only a couple of clear viewing areas of the alley.

I knew I had stood in that alley looking up at the very window I was going to look out of-- and my Escort Grey was showing me that he would be waiting for me to look out and see him there. I would be far enough away not to be scared, but I'd be able to see him very clearly under that bank security light!

Sure enough, to my shock and great delight, when I looked out that window-- there was a short, big-headed and bald grey right under the security light (which was on a pole, like a street light, except a little smaller)! What's more, when I looked out the window towards the figure, which was only a silhouette against the light (which was above and behind him), the alien raised his left arm all the way up, and waved it enthusiastically! I felt his mental presence even across that distance, though it was a faint sensation. He raised his arm to wave only when he 'felt' me looking at him. In that moment, it was like seeing an old friend wave good-bye.

Then he dropped his arm and dashed off in that sped-up time way they seem able to do-- another thing I'd noted before several times! He was returning to the ship, I knew, and the others were probably already there waiting for him.

I sat at that window in shock, but also wonderment...

They did it! They actually did something I wanted them to do and kept a promise! I kept looking and looking at that space in the alley, not believing it had just happened, and yet also sure that it did. I knew I had been with them and we'd come to this agreement, but I was just amazed by all that had just happened and kept staring out at the night.

It may not have been a coincidence that we were seen. Perhaps the Greys had a way of drawing select people's attention if they wanted to--? I'm guessing so, going by multiple reports. The whole thing was carefully planned on their part, so I doubt any portion of it was left to chance.

It could only have been 1 to 2 minutes at most before I saw a police car pull into the alley and start slowly driving down it, using a super bright flashlight to check all the shadows of the alley. The car drove down very slowly, then turned around and drove back. After the second drive-by, he parked and was soon joined by another cop car who had done the same, only checking the business parking lots by the alley.

8. The blue dot is the first police car parked.
9. The red dot is where the second police car parked.

The cops parked with their driver's side windows next to each other and stayed there, lights off, in the alleyway for a good 20 minutes to half hour. I finally snapped out of it to realize I should let Gerick know what happened.

I woke him up and directed him to look at the cop cars sitting in the alleyway. I told him what happened, and he decided to call the police the next day and find out more. Sadly, I don't actually recall the exact time this happened. 2 am? 3am?

Not long after 10am the next day, Gerick called the local police while I waited breathlessly next to him (I had social anxiety that was too high to make such a call myself at the time). He said he noticed the cop cars in the alley were spotlighting the back yards and wanted to know what happened.

They told him something really remarkable: At least 2 of the houses along the alley called in to say there were kids playing in the alley along with a woman-- but they weren't too detailed, just that they were worried. A third person called in to say that they saw "some cancer kids helping a drunk woman down the alley"!!!! This last report may have come from a witness at the convenience store parking lot, since it was open 24 hours a day and we passed right by that location. That third report was more detailed than the other ones. The people who gave less detailed reports seem to have seen what you'd expect from the houses with long backyards between them and the alley-- though I'm totally speculating here and Gerick himself did not ask about these details when he called in.

"Cancer kids" I'm guessing means skinny, short, bald people-- but if you don't say (or think) "aliens" that may be the closest description you can get. And the 'drunk woman' would be me. I guess they had me feeling pretty darned relaxed for the excursion, because I had not been drinking and was totally sober when I "came to" in my bed a few minutes later.

I have very distinctive LONG hair. I've kept it past my hips for many years. When my husband asked what the woman looked like, the dispatcher said something about very long hair! Not a detail easily missed, that's for sure!

Two further things happened that convince me I was positively identified by at least one neighbor and some quasi-governmental agency...

The next day during the early afternoon, I went on a walk, as I often did, around the neighborhood. A man who lived in one of those houses was going to his car and saw me coming down the street, and he got a weird expression and hesitated. When I passed him, he asked me if I was okay-- but not like a normal, "how are you?" kind of way-- more like the way you ask someone how they are when you've seen them avoid near disaster, like a car wreck or something. I said fine, and the guy nodded nervously, and then almost said more, but then changed his mind and got in his car and left. I knew he had to have been one of those who called in, though I could never prove it. The guy never so much as waved and nodded at me before and never did again after that-- but that one day he was really bothered by something!

Late in the afternoon, I was having a fight with Gerick about something-- I don't even remember what about, when I heard a helicopter get louder and louder. I was in the bathroom when it happened, and came out to hear Gerick shouting, "Lucy! Lucy! Come look at this! They're circling our house!"

I came and looked out the living room window, and sure enough!-- a black helicopter was breaking I don't know how many laws by being only about 20 to 30 feet above the roof (and power lines, etc.) It circled for over 15 minutes, and was close enough to notice that there were NO identifying numbers (ALSO against the law!) and it was ALL black. A man had a big camera pointed out a window and seemed to be taking pics-- there was no attempt to hide what they were doing, indeed quite the opposite!

Gerick was freaking out and wondering what to do, sort of trying to peek at the thing between the slats on the blinds.

Me--? I got pissed and opened the blinds part way, and then looked right at the chopper and its passengers and flipped them all off! When Gerick yelled at me for it, I told him if it was "the secret government" then they already knew our names and faces and everything else. Why bother hiding and being meek! Fuck it!

Right after I flipped 'em the birdy they abruptly left. I was almost disappointed...

Being harassed by black helicopters is called being "buzzed" by abductees, and it seems to follow any public alien abduction news stories or police reports, though not always. We were buzzed several times over the years-- but that example was the most blatant of them all. Still, I didn't feel intimidated. I was just exasperated at the very loud noise and wondering what the hell the point was?

I've tried to look up a copy of the police reports for that time period, but always get later than I want. This was pre-internet, so I'm not sure how to obtain a good copy. I'd like to see those details given by the dispatcher in print! Does anyone have any ideas for how to do it without paying money? If I get them, I'll re-print them with place details blacked out.

ANYWAY! Between the seeing of Greys at a distance while awake, reports by strangers, the cops looking in the alley, and the black helicopter buzzing our house very specifically-- yeah, I was done with doubting the reality of alien abductions. I can't say what they are for sure, or where they come from, but I know they are real and I no longer worry that I may be crazy. (At least, not about THAT!)

Jul. 21st, 2017


Coping Methods For Alien Abductions: Transversing Time Slips

This post will not just bring up a topic abductees rarely-- but regularly-- deal with. Today I will be offering examples of what type of event I mean by sharing from my own life and that of my ex husband (that I witnessed.)

Recently, I wrote a coping post about dealing with lookalikes. I said it could be a mental projection or mistaken identity. However, it seems some tiny number of doppelgangers are just us sliding past ourselves in time! Again, I emphasize it is VERY rare, but seems to happen to many of us a couple of times during our lifespan. Memorable and very strange. No one ever talks about this in the regular literature though... shit is so crazy already, it can be difficult to admit to these kinds of experiences. But-- I'll buck the trend and make the attempt anyways!

There was one case a few years ago where I heard the car park in the lot at the townhouse on the outskirts of East Portland where we lived, and Gerick, wearing one outfit with a blue shirt, came in, said hello, and went upstairs-- then disappeared. When things went silent, I got puzzled and went upstairs to find him-- as he would have to have used the same stairs to pass me to leave. He wasn't home. Further, when I looked out the window for his car with its distinct motor sound I heard earlier, the parking spot was empty. Just a few minutes later, Gerick came home AGAIN, this time in a red shirt. He went up the stairs to put things away like normal. When he came back down, I questioned him and told him what had happened. He gave me a puzzled look and shrugged and life went on.

Just about a week later, I heard someone upstairs when no one had gone past me to go up there and I had not heard his car, and Gerick came down in his blue shirt! He startled, looking at me, and asked me how I had changed my clothes so fast! It suddenly came to me what happened, and, absolutely astonished, I reminded him of what I reported to him a week or so before. We realized he'd completed the time loop!

Both Gericks were the "real" Gerick, one was just out of step with time. He put a few pieces together that didn't make sense at the time of his experience, like cars that were in front of him while driving that either seemed to appear or disappear. He thought he was just tired or something, as most of us would. My being witness to the strangeness helped put the pieces together.

My own experience took place many years earlier. I was riding the city bus home from community college when I was about 20 years old. I was only a few blocks from our townhouse apartment in a town on the west side of Portland when I saw-- me. The other me was walking along the pedestrian path (not a sidewalk, but blacktop used for both bikes and people) wearing clothes I didn't have, with even longer hair than I had at 20. I was so stunned, not really believing what I saw, that I didn't even think to get off the bus a few blocks sooner and just chase this woman down! Instead, I studied her/my face, just trying to find some proof I was NOT seeing what I thought! But I passed her/me instead and rode down a few more blocks, got off the bus and walked across the street and home, just pondering the oddness of seeing someone who looked like me THAT much. (This was before I met Gerick in person, but we were writing to one another and talking on the phone at the time.)

Several years later, when I had moved back to the same apartment with Gerick after living in Ohio for a couple of years, I was walking to a job at a strip mall several blocks from our home. I had just passed a house that I knew for a fact had 3 large trees removed from the front yard-- only to find the trees were back! I stopped and stared, completely puzzled, but then worried I'd be late for work, and so continued towards the center of town. A city bus passed me, and I got an eerie feeling (gee! I wonder why!) yet I dismissed it. I was still in 'automatic' mode and not paying too much attention when I approached the back of the strip mall to climb the stairs to the main area facing the parking lot. Again, I noticed something strange: the piano store, which had gone out of business several years before, was back! Confused now, wondering if I was just mistaken, I walked through the side area where smaller stores huddled, and noticed my favorite book store was gone! Now feeling disturbed, I walked to the front of the strip mall to the store I worked at, and... you guessed it, another business was there! Thoroughly freaked out, I turned around and walked back to the side area, and the book store was somehow back! I turned again and the store I worked at was back as well. It wasn't until some time later, after much pondering, that I realized I was wearing the same outfit as the "me" I saw years earlier when I rode the bus home from school! I had completed the time loop from the future end after slipping backwards in time for just a few minutes.

Gerick at one point in his mid-20s had another time-slip at work of a couple of decades, apparently visiting the period in which the historic structure he worked at was abandoned, around the late 70s, which is a very interesting story. (I won't share this as I wasn't there and it is his story to tell someday if he wishes.)

One reassuring piece of all of this? They say if you see your own doppelganger, you die shortly thereafter-- which is obviously not true! I've seen my own and I'm still around! Lucky me got to test that bit of legend!

Abductees lead such strange lives, eh?

The most important advice for these types of situations are, as always, to pay attention and believe what your senses are telling you! We spend so much of our lives in automatic routine that we can utterly fail to switch up our reactions when what's happening around us is NOT fitting the typical day's expected outcomes. I can't count how many times I've acted like everything is totally normal when circumstances are anything but! When you can manage to 'wake up' in time to investigate what may be a VERY temporary shift in reality, that's when you learn the most and have the most fascinating adventures!

Don't hesitate to take action once you realize something odd is happening: chase down lookalikes, investigate odd changes in your environment, and ask witnesses questions. Oh-- and take pics if you can remember to!

And, as always, write down your experiences as soon as possible!

Jul. 18th, 2017


Paranoia Over Man In Striped Shirt

I keep forgetting to mention an incident that happened about a week ago...

I was out on my walk in the early afternoon, just relaxed and going about my normal thing, when I noticed a man ahead of me on the sidewalk. He was tall, on the slender side, wearing jeans and a green and white horizontal striped shirt. I didn't even notice the odd shirt (which I'll explain more in a minute) at first-- I thought it was odd he was just standing there staring at me. Most people on the pedestrian path and sidewalks are, you know, moving.

I was walking up a slight hill and he was where the hill flattened out again, so I could see where he would have come from and he pretty much just seemed to appear suddenly. I could have missed him arriving upon the spot, but it was a little startling because I was staring straight ahead and only blinked and ta da! He was there. Then he didn't move. He just stood there. It wasn't a bus stop. He wasn't smoking or listening to anything on ear buds. He was just standing there, facing me. The oddest part was that he was careful to hide his face in a little dip of foliage so I could see nothing of his face.

As a woman, I can relate that alarm bells go off whenever we spot a man acting strangely because sometimes that's a precursor to some guy scaring the shit out of you by getting aggressive. So, I continued to walk towards him as we had some distance between us and just watched very carefully, keeping my stride brisk and assertive. That's when I realized something about his shirt was freaking me out.

A little background on weird people in horizontal striped shirts... I don't mean the cute 60s ones in thin alternating lines, I mean the thick alternating lines like the 70s. Think 2 to 3 inches wide. See, a lot of hybrids have been seen wearing such shirts-- maybe to detract from their strange faces? Or to be slightly hypnotic? No one knows for sure. But they're not in style (that I've noticed anyway) and it was a brand new shirt. Usually the shirts in such cases are black and white, but this was a muted apple green color-- puce? I don't know... Anyways, I recall seeing Christopher Robin in horizontal striped shirts before, especially as children. He used to wait for me by trees, silent, wearing that kind of shirt. The memory rose in the back of my mind and I started feeling more uncomfortable.

Like THIS-- only green and white:

Then I realized that the normally busy street was completely quiet. No cars. No other walkers, joggers, or cyclists. No one in their yards or in the playground I was only a little over a block away from. I felt isolated and real nervousness rose steadily the closer I got to this odd man.

So I was getting closer and closer-- 2 blocks and then 1 and then a half a blocks. This man continued to hide, motionless, staring into my direction, his head a mere shadow between leaves. I was battling in my mind. A part of me was dying of curiosity. Another part of me wanted to run. An ordinary man acting that way would be a reason to haul ass for sure -- but what if it was... someone interesting!?

Just as I reached the point where I'd be crossing the street, a half a block away, I felt that little niggle in my head-- of presence. Was it my imagination? Or was there seriously a hybrid type guy actually standing there waiting for me? I had to make a decision, and at the last second, I turned down the street to go around the block rather than confront the strange man face to face with no one else around. As I went down the side street, I kept glancing back to see if the man followed or even went down the way I came.

He did not.

So I walked around the block, crossing to the playground, now watching both ahead and behind me.

No one.

A car pulled in to the playground parking lot with 2 women and their kids and I breathed a sigh of relief and continued back around to see the spot where the man had been partially concealed by a low hanging leafy branch. Again, there was little time for anyone to take off in any direction at the T-junction where the man had been standing to get away without being seen on foot. Yet when I checked, no one was there!

Puzzled, but still intrigued. I went back a short ways to confirm the man wasn't in any yards in the area.


So I turned around and continued on my original path. Perhaps he went ahead and would surprise me in the woodsy area I would be walking through next? Lots of trees and shrubbery to hide behind there! So I was alert and looking side to side. Cars and a jogger went by and that element of eeriness abated. I saw no one at any point who looked like the man, nor did I get any odd feelings again.

I kept running it through my mind, did I really feel that subtle yet unmistakable mental touch? I could swear I did-- but I was so unprepared to just walk right up to someone like that! If he'd just walked towards me like a normal person-- or even showed his face!-- I wouldn't have been so put off and cautious. But I just couldn't bring myself to pass close by a person hiding like that. It was too unnerving. If he'd even followed me, but let me see who he was, I would have talked to him -- around people at the park that was right there for instance.

I keep asking them to come see me during the day out in public. I want encounters I remember and to interact in a more natural way. Then when things go screwy, I take off. That scenario was just too Creepy McRaperson for me and I couldn't deal with it. Couldn't they just not be so freaky?!?

The woman with the dark sunglasses was just a woman. Maybe an abused woman concealing a black eye. Nothing eerie there-- just me being paranoid. This last one, though--? I can't say for certain, but it felt like something more weird to me. The encounter has been bugging me ever since. I keep feeling foolish about it and not wanting to talk about it-- but really, I need to. Even if it turns out I'm paranoid, I need to track THAT, because it is a part of understanding my mentality regarding all of this.

It has not stopped me from going for walks though. I am, however, more alert for off-kilter things to greet me along the way. I also need to bring my darned Ipod so I can take a pic next time that happens, dammit!!

Jul. 15th, 2017

horrible news

URGENT! Abductee Inoculations?

From late April through early to mid June, I was being abducted again maybe once or twice a week. I have next to no memory of those events, save for a few seconds of a conversation with someone who looked human (but I couldn't see his face, which is typical). I woke up while being taken or returned enough to guess what was happening.

During that time, I woke up one morning to a very sore left butt cheek. It hurt like hell for two days. I hadn't done anything to explain the muscle pain. (My pain issues are on the right side of my body.) I kept thinking it felt like someone gave me an injection! I finally looked in the mirror to see if there was a mark for a needle--

-- and there WAS!

And I hate myself because I did not take a pic. I mean, who wants to see a pink dot on an ass, right? I didn't think it would be very interesting, so I didn't bother. ARGH!

But I dismissed it. Okay, maybe the aliens or whoever gave me a shot. I don't get it, but I seem okay now.

The thing is, I never reported this on my blog or elsewhere when it happened, but I've heard from two different abductees that have had active periods in the last two months tell me they had a sore ass that just bothered them to the point it was hard to walk--the same as what I experienced. I asked them to look for a possible needle mark, and they both found one!

Now, maybe I'm just getting overly concerned for no reason, but when 3 abductees, widely scattered in the U.S. have the exact same experience involving an injection at around the same time-- I can't help but wonder WHY? Are we being inoculated from a coming disease? Or for one already present? Are we having gene therapy to change us? Nanites being introducted to our bodies? There is no way to know what the purpose is until time passes and some new thing emerges.

IF, that is, IF we are in fact being given injections.

I am reporting this so that any researcher or abductee reading this can let me know if they've heard anything from other experiencers regarding abductions resulting in an injection given in the gluteous maximus. It is a deep tissue injection, going all the way in almost to the bottom of the hip bone. It causes pain acute enough to make walking a bit challenging, and it lasts at least a day and a half to 2 and a half days.

IF you hear of this happening to any abductees you know (PLEASE ASK!) in the last 3 months especially, please do comment here to let me know. Please also report this to any other researchers who have contacts they could ask. If you yourself are an abuctee/ experiencer who has had this happen to them, please comment! You don't have to give your name, just anonymously let me know your own experience with this.

This pattern (if it IS a pattern) gives me pause. The aliens do a lot of weird things, but injections in the ass is entirely new, as far as I know. It may even be someone else, as a part of a MILAB thing, although I can't remember at all, so I have no way of knowing yet.

Time will tell as always. I hope!

Jul. 7th, 2017


Coping Methods For Alien Abductions: Confronting Fears of Being Crazy

I can't believe I didn't post this "Coping" article FIRST because I think it is the very first issue abductees/ experiencers have to deal with...

We must determine if we are crazy.

Though I am claiming that aliens are real and abducting people, including me, I am not saying that crazy people don't make the same claims! In fact, I've spoken to people who mistakenly believed aliens were monitoring and abducting them who were utterly sincere, but sadly, delusional. To me, it is now easy to figure out the difference, but I well remember the days in my teens when I doubted my own sanity- it's why I was inspired to study psychology to begin with!

I am familiar with this topic, as it was my major in college. Though health did not permit me to stay in school, I maintained a lifelong interest in clinical psychology and have continued to study on my own. I have kept a copy of the latest Diagnostic Statistical Manuel as its published since the late 80s and further investigated various maladies of the mind. Sometimes to understand myself or a friend better, sometimes to rule out a possible issue, sometimes just out of curiosity. So I have a background on this matter, and have some notion of how to diagnose and understand various mental disorders. I would never presume to have full training, but I'm in better shape than your average online lookie-loo (or at least I prefer to think so!)

Schizophrenia would be the possible "crazy" diagnosis of a person who suffers from delusions and hallucinations. It typically hits more men than women, most often beginning between the ages of 15 and 25, and almost never manifests after age 30. It may develop slowly over time, or quickly escalate. Regardless, it does not spontaneously regress on its own. Instead, very sadly, it inevitably worsens over time, leaving its victim more and more confused, scattered, and dysfunctional.

"A diagnosis of schizophrenia requires that continuous disturbance (i.e. debilitating symptoms) be present for at least six months, including at least one month of certain key symptoms (active symptoms: delusions, hallucinations, disorganized speech, disorganized/catatonic behavior, negative symptoms such as severe emotional flatness or apathy) "  --- schizophrenia.com/earlysigns.htm#

Paranoid schizophrenia is the form of delusion that involves an interesting backwards ego issue. For some reason, which varies according to the individual, paranoid schizophrenics believe they are being tormented by powerful but hidden agents. It could be the government, the mob, demons, or aliens who seek to destroy them. Without evidence or witnesses, they can't help but think that they are pursued and harassed by these agents, and their life becomes a living nightmare.

Delusions of grandeur are also possible alone or in conjunction with paranoid delusion. This form of mental illness involves strong ideas that one is incredibly "special" -- perhaps they are Jesus or Mother Mary or a secret member of a royal family or an agent of the angels... or, more recently since the 80s and 90s, they may believe that they are Starseed or Alien Hybrids.

Some signs that a person is delusional would be having absolute faith that they are what they claim, despite lack of evidence or any evidence to the contrary. (One reason to doubt a 'true believer' who says they have all the answers... if they aren't lying, they're almost surely crazy.)

These are real mental states that would lead a person to mistakenly believe aliens are involved in their life. This is a fact, and we must face this fact and confront it.

However, let us break down these symptoms.

1. To be diagnosed with schizophrenia, you must have ongoing strange experiences that last longer than 6 months.

~ Most abductees have periods of 'crazy' that come, but then GO AWAY for days, weeks, months, and years at a time. That pattern does not fit schizophrenia.

2. To be crazy, you must have over a month of delusions (powerful beliefs without evidence) and hallucinations (sights and sounds that only you can see).

~ Most abductees doubt their beliefs. They may try on many, attempting to find one that explains what happens to them, but confusion is the reigning mental state. In addition, most of us have physical evidence on our bodies (scars, burns, virgin pregnancies) or our homes (objects moved or changed, burn circles in yards) and at least a few witnesses who see UFOs or other odd events or beings while with us. Schizophrenics have nothing in the real world that backs up their claims.

So, once you have shared an experience with someone, you can almost always rule out being crazy.

[For example, I make the claim that aliens put a camera type of device in the back of my eye. I have a memory of when it happened and of them telling me this. I had an actual eye infections afterwards. I have seen a weird shaped blue 'light' that seems to appear in my visual field. When I got a chance to see an x-ray of said eye, I ACTUALLY FOUND SOMETHING ODD THERE. This would indicate I am probably not crazy.]

3. To be schizophrenic, you must display disorganized speech.

~ This is a great one to check because without it, you don't fit the profile! Schizophrenics have issues in the speech and organizational centers of their brain (almost like their dreaming mind or right brain somehow take precedence over their logical, left brain) and they speak in "word salad" or strings of words that make no sense. OR they may not be able to keep to one thread of an idea and instead have odd stream of consciousness speech that bounces around OR they may rhyme all their words or in some other way just not make sense! The longer one has had untreated schizophrenia, the worse the periods of disorganized speech become.

[For example, my long-winded history of cogent writing pretty much negates any chances of my having this issue!]

4. To be schizophrenic, you must display disorganized behavior and/or sit still not doing anything for very long periods of time (catatonia.)

~ It comes as no surprise that a crazy person may act oddly, but the key here is the word 'disorganized'. Actions may make no sense and be haphazard. How objects are used, where they are placed, how they are put together-- all without any logic-- would give pause to anyone looking to see if there is a problem.

Interestingly, a total LACK of action, just staring off into space and not moving for long periods (without depression or drug use being a factor) is also an indicator. Generally, it is assumed that thoughts are so mixed up that no decision as to what to do next can be made and so the victim gets stuck in time and space, unable to move forward.

5. To be schizophrenic, you must display apathy (lack of concern) and/or a blank or flat emotional tone.

~ Strange as it may seem, much of crazy behavior is just-- a lack of actual 'life' in one's face and 'affect' or expression. One's voice may be a monotone, and they may be almost robotic in some ways. From what I understand, this is not the case all the time, but it is an ongoing and regular problem without medication. (Although some meds cause a lack of affect as well...)

Most of us are pretty animated! Over-reaction is one of our ongoing issues (for most abductees/ experiencers) which does not fit the profile of someone with schizophrenia. They may have short animated periods, but a deadened sort of expression is more typical most of the time. As a group, real abductees tend to be quite the opposite. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder tends to make us either overly sensitive or dissociated-- but there are reasons why dissociation occurs, as opposed to a flat affect which has no trauma needed to induce it and its more frequent, a sort of "resting dead" face.

If you are in doubt as to your mental state, please do have a mental health evaluation!

Here is another resource to consider:

When you read lists of symptoms, you'll notice that the associated ones cover a WIDE variety of problems, including depression, bi-polar responses, etc. These are what are possible on top of the "core 5 symptoms" I list above. If you don't fit THOSE, and I mean for most of your waking life!-- then you are not likely to be crazy. There are many variations of crazy, but the ones that fit alien abduction claims are pretty limited and easy to suss out.

Generally speaking, If you're able to work and have successful relationships, communicate effectively, and negotiate reality quite well-- you're probably not schizophrenic. Schizophrenia is a very debilitating mental illness that must be taken seriously and handled with compassion. If you realize that in fact you are "crazy" and not actually an abductee, it is not your fault and you deserve help and kindness, not censure. We are all just trying to figure out our worlds, and whether the world of weird hits you from the outside, or you create it from the inside-- no one should be ridiculed or shunned.

Jun. 30th, 2017


In the Domain of the Logcabin Witch, Pt 1: Taken By the Sky

Lancaster, Ohio is a large town by any measure. It's very busy and full of people, homes, stores, traffic-- and both Gerick and myself longed to escape and get to the woods and fields regularly. Luckily, Gerick was friends with an old neighbor who lived close to where he spent his teen years, out in a very pretty area close to many state and county parks. (Later, we moved back there to "Forsaken", from 2003 to 2007.)

We'll call this lady "Brandi." She was one of the first pagan witches in that neck of the woods, which is how she met Gerick and a couple of his pagan-curious friends, in their late teens. Brandi lived the lifestyle completely, attending giant pagan festivals and raising her daughters to be full-fledged witches. After a divorce, she found a house on the edge of a rich man's estate, and it was no ordinary home. She bought an historical log cabin that was well over a century old! She added an addition for a bathroom and kitchen, airy and open-- but preserved the original 4 room, no hallway, cabin, with 2 rooms downstairs (dining/entry and living room) and 2 rooms upstairs (bedrooms.) Her home was decorated in nature and pagan themes, and was one of the most beautiful, if modest, homes I've ever had the pleasure to see, let alone stay within.

She regularly traveled, however, and she owned 6 to 7 rescue dogs (all large) as well as 4 cats, and needed house sitters. So-- every few months we'd make arrangements to stay at her place with its decks overlooking the forested valley, hottub, and natural amenities, for free, in exchange for just feeding and watching over her pets and watering her plants. Interestingly, despite the age of the original log cabin, I never detected any ghosts or passing spirits there. It was peaceful and magical and wonderful. Brandi practiced witchcraft of a very benevolent and compassionate variety, and the atmosphere of her home reflected that.

However--! Nearly every weekend we stayed there, either alone or with multiple friends for a rural party, we had disruptions of the otherworldly kind. Again, it wasn't coming from the land or house, but rather from visitors/aliens, who felt more free away from the potential witnesses and hassle of coming for us in the busy town of Lancaster.

My memories of those many nights meld together for all the minor events that occurred there: Glowing orbs of various colors and sizes being seen in the treetops or weaving through the woods or over the near-by fields. Distant UFOs spotted in the sky. A feeling of being watched from the shadows. Odd behavior from Brandi's normally very relaxed and well-behaved menagerie...

However, two incidents were over-the-top dramatic and happened in the summers of 1992 into the late spring of '93.

The first occurred during a weekend where Gerick and I were staying with a friend of his, 'Billy,' and one of Billy's succession of girlfriends. We were out goofing around all day, taking walks and relaxing. The dogs were around (they were free to wander, no fences) and sometimes some of them followed us. When night came, all the dogs founds spots on the front porch to sack out, the cats went inside the house, and all was peaceful. If any deer passed by, or foxes, or any other wildlife-- the dogs would jump up and playfully give chase for a short time and then come loping back home. This happened day or night. Any unexpected visitors (like someone passing the house on the gravel road to the hidden mansion in the forest) would cause the dogs to bay and bark most protectively.

The second night (Saturday) however, had a very different feel. Gerick and Billy were drinking-- a lot!-- and the other girl and I had some Boone's Farm Strawberry Wine (remember that stuff? LOL!) but were too happy in the hot tub to drink much. The guys were listening to music bantering happily and around 2 am or so, everyone went upstairs to crash.

I was feeling fine, having roasted my ever-aching body in hot water and now laying in a feather bed listening to the night insects buzzing and chirping away. A cooling breeze wafted through the open windows and I fell asleep easily. Around 3 am, however, I awakened abruptly. I felt alert and on point, and I realized what woke me: sudden and utter silence in what should have been a very noisy night!

I sat up on my elbow in bed. What I would later know to be 'the Oz Factor' or 'Oz Effect' was in full swing. All the night insects and birds were quiet, and the wind had ceased, but more than that-- the silence seemed heavy and full somehow. It is difficult to convey this if you've never experienced it, but it's as though the world itself stops and listens. I've learned to wake up and listen along with the natural world at such times.

The wide driveway and parking area in front of the log cabin was also gravel, and so any movement would make sound if there is no covering sound to mask it. I realized I could hear footsteps of a single person walking steadily up towards the cabin! The dogs should have been reacting to this. Even a friendly and known human would get a few happy yips and dogs jumping up and walking around the person, escorting them to the door! But the dogs were still and silent. As I listened to the footsteps get closer and closer, I could feel that 'mental presence' I associated with the aliens. It made sense that the animals were in deep sleep! The aliens always take steps to assure their own safety.

I was not so lucky as to be blissfully oblivious! Instead, I listened with deep dread as the footsteps came up to the porch and thumped across it to the door ('Ah! It is the human looking ones!' I thought.) With seven large guard dogs, we never worried about locking the doors in summer, instead leaving all doors wide open with just the screen doors closed-- but often not locked. Who would wander all the way up here and try getting past a group of protective dogs?

I had my answer of course, and I tried to stifle a whimper as I heard the old-fashioned screen door squeal open loudly on its hinges and then squeal again and bang shut! The Stranger came inside. I sat up in bed and reached over to Gerick and began to shake him, saying nothing but hoping against hope this wouldn't be yet another encounter where I would be the only one awake when They came to get us!

Listening as hard as I could, I could make out footsteps going into the dining/entry room and then stopping. I heard someone moving around. What were they doing?

Suddenly, the stereo downstairs, which was in the entry, came on, and a song THUNDERED at top volume! It was "Rhiannon" by Fleetwood Mac, as sung by Stevie Nicks! Whoever had turned it on had not left-- as I could hear that loud squeaking screen door even over the booming music, and the door did not open again. I started shouting and violently shaking Gerick now! I shook him and began sobbing in utter terror! I was trapped awake with someone in the house and everyone around me was so deep asleep you'd think they were in a coma, including the damned dogs!

The song was NOT the last song, or even the album that the guys were listening to before bed! Whoever was downstairs had found the album, put it in the CD player, turned the volume ALL the way up, and then selected the song and hit 'Play.' It was so loud I had to put my fingers in my ears and SCREAM to get Gerick to even stir a little! I began jumping on the bed and even rolling Gerick back and forth with my foot-- trying desperately to get him up while I protected my ears, so he could go downstairs with me to turn the music OFF. It was completely crazy.

Meanwhile, I couldn't help hearing the words of the songs in a wholly different context, since it was obviously picked over other CDs and song selections! I mean-- "taken by the sky!?!" ACK!! I am not ashamed to admit I was so scared I could barely breath and was actually afraid that I'd pee myself!

Here are the lyrics to Rhiannon:

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised to you heaven?
Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless
All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised to you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?


She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?
All your life you've never seen a woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised to you heaven?
Will you ever win?
Will you ever win?


Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky

Dreams unwind
Love's a state of mind
Dreams unwind
Love's a state of mind
Dreams unwind
And still its hard to find
I know, I know
Dreams unwind...
[fading away]

At long last, Gerick rolled over and sat up, actually looking at me and asking what was wrong in an irritated way! I looked at him, completely BOGGLED that he was so out of it, he didn't realize music was blasting at incredible decibels for almost 30 seconds after sitting up! I stood up and yanked on his arm, screaming at him to please go down with me to turn the music off-- telling him someone came into the house and was still there!

We stumbled down the stairs, my fingers firmly in my ears, and just as we got to the bottom of the stairs-- I heard the screen door squeak open and closed. It hit the doorframe and banged just as I reached the floor behind Gerick. As Gerick stumbled to the stereo to turn it off, I ran to the front door to catch whoever it was, flipping on the porch light-- and, though there was no where to hide-- saw NO ONE. The dogs were totally still and sleeping deeply. I realized, given my experiences with the human looking and sounding ones who could turn invisible, that they were probably impossible to see in any event-- but now there could be no doubt that it was no ordinary human playing a prank!

Abruptly, the song cut out during the last repeating Chorus to silence that didn't seem very quiet, given how my ears were ringing! Our friends in the other bedroom were still in bed, fast asleep, which I knew since I looked in their room on the way down from our room-- but it blew my mind that anyone could sleep through that!

Gerick was finally awake, though still groggy, and I explained what I had heard, and he went outside onto the front porch to look around for a minute, saw nothing, and went back inside to use the bathroom and then go back to bed. I checked on the dogs. They were completely unconscious. Every single one. I pet a few and made sure they were breathing okay, and they were, so I went back inside and closed and locked the front door-- and then the back one too! I followed Gerick back up the stairs, but when he fell right back asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, I stayed awake, just crying for over an hour. My nerves were completely shot.

I remained awake through the night until well past dawn when everyone else got up for breakfast and the dogs were stirring and acting normal again. Nothing more had happened, but I felt completely and utterly frazzled from the experience.

Looking back, I don't think it is a coincidence that no one else could wake up but me. I also don't think the song was by chance. I think it was some sort of message to me. Perhaps, if the song had not been quite so loud, I may not have freaked out so badly. Perhaps one of Them was attempting to reach me for a visit or trip, but their idea went horribly wrong. I don't know. Maybe the song was chosen at random, but given the words, I have difficulty believing it. Now I know of at least two male human-looking ones, 'Ethan' and the 'Dark Dude' and a few memories give me more context for who they are so I'm not so scared-- at ALL-- of a visit, let alone a communication, from them. I don't like the mind control or the memory suppression and I will rebel to resist those things to the fullest of my ability (which is not great) but I don't freak out now.

However, back then, the Nordics and Brunettes were an unknown to me. I wasn't sure what to expect and I was very frightened of them.

There was another encounter between Gerick and the Dark Dude that I witnessed at the log cabin, but it happened later and so I will report on it in a future post.

Jun. 23rd, 2017


Coping Methods For Alien Abductions: Dealing with Doppelgangers & Familiar Faces


One of the aspects of abductions that sows confusion and misleads people to jump to conclusions are the human-looking 'people' they sometimes think they see. I say "think they see" because there is every reason to believe it may be yet another smoke and mirrors technique used to control and test their subjects.

It is quite common for alien greys and hybrids to take on the appearance of a family member, like a parent or close older sibling, in order to get children to obey instructions and to assure them that they are allowed to be in a situation involving strange environments and people. Especially nowadays as children are told not to trust strangers-- the aliens have found a way to go around that by pretending to not be strangers at all. (I've had it used on me many times as a child and even as a teen and young adult.) They may even just state outright that they are one's mother or best friend several times, using telepathic mental pressure for extra persuasiveness. Yet sometimes the things the 'lookalikes' say are either repeated phrases that might get used incorrectly, or things totally out of character for the person the being was trying to emulate, and you can sniff out the fabricated facsimile!

Things get especially interesting for adults, however, when the aliens take on the faces and roles of friends, parents, or other family members who have died... Some abductees think aliens have some way to access the realm of the afterlife or dead, often mixed with hopeful wishing that the contact was really a beloved one who has passed on. Unfortunately, closer scrutiny often reveals that any conversation was trite, stereotypical, or otherwise unlike the actual person in question. Some of us have done the reality testing technique of 'reaching out and touching' the face, only to find it melts away to reveal anything but the dead loved one we're being encouraged to believe should be there.

This subject can be controversial to broach because many people have emotional investment in thinking their contacts with the dead are real in this context. My skepticism is not based on disbelief of spirits or the afterlife however-- far from it! (Which is obvious if you've been reading my blog a while-- heck, the last post I mentioned a ghost we shared space with!) Rather, it is based upon repeated fictional scenarios cooked up by the aliens who seem to find we calm down and cooperate if we see a long-lost friend or relative. In addition, they are apparently keen to study our emotional attachments to other people and often create a 'scenario' in which to watch us re-connect to someone, apparently finding it rather fascinating.

This is not to say that real parents, siblings, or others who are known to the abductee can't be present on a ship or with the aliens! Not at all! Family members are sometimes taken together, and aliens do sometimes pick up friends of abductees who happen to have the bad luck to be in close proximity during an abduction. However, in these cases, the familiar people act like other people in the same situation: confused, frightened, blank, or otherwise in a controlled mental state. They do not tend to get right up in another person's face, giving a close eye gaze, while giving an order like an alien! (Though there are situations where abductees do act in the alien's interests, almost as if an alien themselves, but I will address that in a coming post. This isn't confusing at all, right?! LOL!)

Probably the best strategy to have if you see a familiar face on a ship is to note how they're dressed and how they act. If they seem in a similar state to yourself, they're probably who you think they are. If they dress like the aliens or act like them, test it and feel what you think you see (they are often close enough to touch if they get in your face, which they often do). Also look for little details in looks or behavior that would give away a disguise. Aliens tend to do their disguises in broad strokes, missing details like freckles, moles, a characteristic limp, or nervous habit. Ask a weird, off the cuff, and funny question about something the person would know about and observe not only what they answer, but how-- you'll figure out pretty quickly if the person being 'presented' to you is real or not.

Another strange and disturbing anomaly that pops up from time to time are look-alike doubles, or doppelgangers. For example, you might see a familiar family member or friend you live with or contact regularly happen to walk past you and go down a hallway silently, and then hear them come in the front door and greet you like normal! They may be dressed alike, or totally different, but generally one is 'genuine' and one seems fake. Apparently, some beings can disguise themselves to look like people we know in order to move around our homes or other locations for a short while without being detected. If you are paying attention and realize you're seeing more than one person-- who doesn't have an identical twin!-- then there's a good chance something odd is going on. However, I'm betting most of the time people don't even catch this since it is such a transient anomaly and not too common. Keep it in mind, though, and double check the possible double!

(Although-- I have to admit, this may not always be the explanation! On a few occasions during paranormal flaps, Gerick and I experienced what I can only call 'time-slips.' This subject is big enough to warrant a post of its own, so stay tuned!)

Some abductees have seen tanks or tubes with exact duplicates of themselves, often at younger ages, on an alien ship. One has to wonder what, if this is not an alien fabricated presentation, could be the purpose of such creations? Though these reports are rare, they do exist. More information is needed here before I could speculate further, though there is no doubt the possibilities are incredibly intriguing and more than a little paranoid!

Familiar faces in alien environments and doppelgangers in 'normal life' both require ascertaining the authentic identity of the subjects in question, which in turn requires an alert mind and a willingness to follow through with actions. Ennui and habit are the killers of curiosity here, and you really have to prevent talking yourself out of following up on your own questions.

Most of the time, in normal circumstances, you'll find a perfectly ordinary mistake explains everything-- a grown son looked like his dad when seen out of the side of your eyes, or someone changed their clothes quickly. However, for those few times when things go genuinely weird, you'll have gained personal evidence to record and yet another chance to understand more of what's going on in general.

Most of the time in extraordinary circumstances, there is every reason to be suspicious of all that you see and/or are told. We know all is often not as it seems when it comes to aliens, so doubt is your best friend.

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