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Airplane ride from hell and Col.Halt??

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Ally

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I have been sitting at my computer over an hour debating...should I, what if and all that lovely mind chatter. So what the hell hear it goes.

I has an airplane ride that would make an alien abduction seem like a piece of cake.

I don't know I am able right now to go into all the details but the reason I am posting this is because of who I think I saw on the flight with me.

IF anyone knows Col.Charles Halt well enough to ask him if he was on flight 161 from Minneapolis to Seattle on August 14, 2007?

If for some reason he says yes ask him what the hell was going on during that flight.
 
Sorry about all the typos. My nervous system is really on fire!
OK I fixed a few typos I just found out about the edit botton.
 
That was Northwest airlines flight 161 from Minneapolis to Seattle on August 14 2007.
When I calm down I will be able to explain a little bit more about the trip and the flight. I am not trying to be a drama queen or anything.
 
I did not realize that it would be this difficult to write about this experience. I think I will try a new post in a week or two.
 
Ally,

I know there's not much we can do in an internet forum here, but I wish you well. Perhaps you might confide in a friend or someone here(PM) to help calm yourself down a bit. Just a suggestion, I know your experience and the experiences of others may be quite scary to say the least. And although I've never had any such experience, I hope you find time to manage your situation and reconcile whatever happened. I know many here are sympathetic and understanding about such experiences.
 
Thanks for the understanding words. It is one of those stories that are too weird not to be true.

I will try to get the story organized in my head and then maybe on paper and then try to post it again.

I literally could not write about it. I then had a very low blood sugar that came out of the blue. That does happen to me sometimes.

As far as how to label the the plane ride itself... dangerous, most definitely manipulative and maybe paranormal.

I am just now getting back to my normal of not so normal state of being.
 
Wow Ally...sounds like you really had some experience. I hope you're ok now, and I look forward to the rest of the story.
 
i was on that same flight one month earlier. i would be interested in hearing your story.
 
I will work on the rough draft today. Hopefully nothing too weird will happen.

I am not a writer so this might take awhile.
 
I might have to post several small segments of this story so I don't get kicked off. OK do not type that fast. I only have some of this on paper. My nerves are shot and it is 1:20AM!

I think this story will work better in parts
1 The trip that preceded the airplane ride

2 The airport and airplane ride.

3 The aftermath of the ride.

For most of my life I have been looking for answers to my most unusual life. I had somewhat concluded that I must have been part of a government of other type of experiment.

Last June my parents were visiting the small town that I was born in and lived until I was eleven.
My dad calls up and tells me that two of the DRs that used to work for him were in a nursing home with Alzheimer's.

He said the Dr "X" kept talking about having been to the moon. Dr "X" was the Dr that delivered me and was my Dr until I was eleven. I said maybe he has and my dad got a good laugh out of that.

The next day my mom calls up and says... by the way I heard that Dr "X" was part of the ManHattan Project.
 
I found this quite interesting and wanted to verify this somehow.

I managed to track down one of Dr "X"s sons. Not only did he verify the ManHattan Project connection but the son had quite a bit of knowledge and interest in the UFO phenomenon...much more than a casual interest.

I was going nuts wanting more information about this Dr and my life.I couldn't afford a trip and driving was out of the question. I have a restricted driver's license and retinal damage. My friends could not go either.

After a few months I could not stand it any longer and said F it I will put everything on a credit card and just go.

I flew into the nearest small town and took an expensive taxi to my destination. I am keeping the location vague right now. I think it is the right thing to do. Dr "X" passed away a few months ago. Considering this is a small town it would be easy to figure out who he was.
 
Dr "X"s son has lived in this town most of his life and knew all the places with stories and strange energies to take me. He was available to take me all around the town. I also wanted to go to places that I remembered as a child.

The most strange but probably not that strange, considering my suspicions about my past, was my lack of memories and feeling with places that I would think would evoke such feelings.

One of the places the DR "X"s son showed me was a park that had stones arranged in a unique configuration and was built over or right next to an Indian burial ground. The energy there felt stiller or something I could not put my finger on it but I most definitely felt it.

I called up a person I will call "J". He was the person who arranged all the stones. We met in the lobby at the hotel I was staying in. I asked him about what I was feeling in the park.

He did not answer me but instead said you probably recognize this as a landing site for UFO's (OK I am not making this up).He then said he wished he could have contact and I just said be careful what you wish for.
 
According to "J" and Dr "X" son, "J" participates in a ritual where he dresses up in a wizard's outfit in the park. I don't know if this is important but it is interesting. Dr "X" son finds this weird and creepy. I am not sure what to make of it if anything.

""J" and I took our talk to a coffee shop where I planned on meeting Dr."X"s son. "J" looked like something freaked him out had to leave all of a sudden. I just sat there laughing to myself ..is it something I said?

I met up with DR"X" son and we ran into someone I will call "S". Dr "X" son had mentioned him in a phone conversation as being a UFO debunker.I did a google search on him before the trip and found out that he was part of a project that dealt with human potential and something to do with antigravity. I did not and still do not trust him.

"S" and I had a few rounds of intense UFO debates and such. He said People are so stupid I once made up an article about how California did not exist. The only way to enter California was to dematerialize and then materialize after the California border. It was something like that... Star Trek technology. He said that people actually believed his story. I didn't doubt that his bogus story might have been believed but I asked him why he would make up such a story and who paid his paychecks. (Probably not the wisest thing to say )

He said he did not want to talk about that. Now is it just me or isn't this what some would call a disinfo person?
 
Dr "X"s son and I visited Dr"X" in the nursing home every day that I was there except for the last day. My trip lasted six full days.

Most of the time DR"X" conversations were incoherent. A few of them I found interesting despite the dementia.

First every time we visited a lady patient in the next room would come over and sit right next to me. She would then shake uncontrollably, moan and pass out on DR "X"s bed . He did not like that at all. He once said she must be a victim of the machine. The shaking is significant to me because I also have episodes of shaking for no apparent reason. It feels like a body memory.

Dr"X" son and I were trying to get more information about the machine but all he could talk about was having a difficult time erasing it. Dr"X"s son thought he was talking about an answering machine...who knows.

I asked DR"X" if he had been to the moon? He said yes. I asked if he made it to mars? He said almost. I or his son asked how did he get there? He said he flew of course in a plane.

Dr 'X" son also showed me the house where they used to live and the DR lived up to the point of needing a nursing home. Now this house had lots of history that DR"X son was more than willing to share. I had a startled response and felt very strange for a few minutes near the place where one of Dr"X" s sons committed suicide.

The next time I saw Dr"X" he looked me right in the eyes and said the name of his dead son. WOW.

I had soooo many things going threw my head and some unbelievable memories. It was like flood gates opening up and I was beyond my comfort zone.

At night I would hear strange voices and taped stuff and on and on. I needed to clear my head, energy field and rest. My plan was fly home wait a week or two and start over fresh.

But that did not happen.
 
I don't know if I have the words or even understand everything that happened in these six days. I do not want to get into all of it right now. I would like to get to the airplane ride.

Part 2 The airport and the airplane ride

My first flight into Minneapolis was uneventful .

When I got to Minneapolis I found my gate my gut said that something was wrong. I never ignore my gut feelings but I could not just leave and miss my plane either. I reluctantly sat down next to a woman.

Two seats over was another woman who got up and a man dressed in all white sat down. The airplane was delayed due to mechanical issues and they may have changed planes I am not sure.

I asked the woman next to me what time it was but instead the man in white answered. He then started into a long loud rant about the evils of technology.

A minute or two later I was, the best I can describe, hit with a psychotronic or some type of energy.If anyone has ever been abducted the type of fear that I felt was like that but times ten.
I also had images coming into my head about being raped and tortured.

The flight was getting ready to to board so I got in line. As I walked away from this man he was either on a phone or talking to a person but said in a very loud voice DO not I repeat DO not get on this plane there is a terrorist on this plane!!

I am thinking bull shit to this and I also saw that no one in the airport seemed to be reacting to what this man just said. I concluded that there were either a bunch of people in on this or his voice was thrown in my direction for only me to hear.
 
I boarded the plane and gave the man for the first time eye contact. He was still in the airport.The energy from the psychotronic hit or whatever it was a little better or a least tolerable.

I found my seat it was towards the back. The same lady who sat next to me in the airport was sitting next to me on the plane also. She said that the man in white's ranting got a lot worse after I left. I asked her how did he get by with that in an airport. She did not say anything.

A few minutes later the man gets on the plane and the woman acted all scared. I did not believe here reaction to be genuine. Was all this staged?

When the doors to the plane got shut that energy that I first felt in the airport started up full force. I asked the woman next to me if she felt anything off and she said no..

I concluded that this was a personal attack. I knew that I was going to be tortured or killed on this plane. I have had too many close calls with death threw out my life so I also knew that weird interventions were possible.

Death would have been easier than this four hour flight to Seattle.The man wearing all white talked and ranted the entire duration of the flight.

Stimuli overload seemed to be part of this process. Energy was hitting my body. The TVs on board seemed to emit a lot of light. Sounds,movements talking, my heart felt like it was outside of my chest.

I once heard someone say that the covert government once they are done using you will just scramble your brain. Is this what happened to Dr"X" I wondered.

I tried to use my mind like I would if I were having an abduction.That wasn't working too well either. This attack was on another level and had different rules.

I noticed that a man sitting one or two seats back and an isle over was obviously observing me. He looked vaguely familiar.I kept thinking Colonel for some reason. I did not recognize him as Col. Charles Halt until I saw the Larry King Live Special a few months late in November.

I am not accusing Col Halt of anything. He may not have even been on this plane. The person that looked just like him, however,I got the sense knew what was going on.

The woman sitting next to me would say inconsistent statements on a regular basis such as I haven't been here for nine months. It was three months since I have been here. I know everything I know very little.

I knew that I could not let myself pass out. I was afraid I would end up in worse shape somehow. At one point a bunch of people in back of me all lined up as if we had landed. This was not a bathroom line either. I could feel that we were still in flight so I just watched.
 
I noticed a little girl about two or three years old sitting in front of me.
She was looking at me so for some reason I asked her for help in my mind. Towards the end of the flight she gave me a hug and patted my forehead, I do not think this was a hallucination.

Aside form being paranoid and frighted I had strange thoughts and concerns about a UFO. I was concerned that a UFO would get damaged or shot down or something. At this point who knows why certain things were going threw my head.

Whoever or whatever was doing this to me I knew would not stop until I broke.I was holding on to my identity as much as could. I would not allow myself to scream even though I felt like it.

I would once in awhile say something sarcastic, I also hummed the theme song from the movie Men in Black at one point.

We landed in Seattle and I was home...kind of at least physically.

I made it to the baggage claim where my boyfriend was waiting. He saw how I looked and had no reference to put it in his mind as to what was wrong. I could not speak about it and asked him to get my bags for me. I crouched down and saw a man that looked passed out on the ground. Was he also on this flight I wondered. You don't usually see people sleeping in the baggage claim area.

Part 3 will be written soon.
 
Before I get into part 3 let me say a few things. I realize that I was anything but objective in regards to my visit to my home town. My experiences during my six day visit had a big impact on my being. With that said I do not in any way think what happened in the Minneapolis airport and in the airplane was all in my head or by my our doing.

I have had anxiety attacks before and I know how bad they can feel.The flight was so far beyond any experience that I have ever dealt with.

Part of the reason I am posting this on a public forum is to just get it off my chest. The other reason is maybe some how somewhere someone might have heard something about this flight. A lot of somes!


Part 3 the aftermath od the airplane ride.

I could not talk about the flight or anything else too much I knew I was ready to break and needed and safe place and people around. I could feel my sense of self drifting away somehow. I still felt like I was bouncing( physically bouncing) a lot even threw the next day. My fear level had not subsided.I had my boyfriend spend the night.

Fearing that the covert government had done this to me I did not know how to get protection.

The next day I called my best friend who has healing energy to help me stay myself as I broke. He must have made a least 15 phone calls to people I trusted and healers I knew to help send energy, healing and prayers. I am not religious but I believe people can help in this manner.

He also had a long talk with a woman that John Mack referred me to years ago. She told him how to keep me in my body and help keep my sense of self aware. The suppressed screams and physical pain from the airplane ride got released.

Prior to my friend coming over I made a frantic call to my parents. They knew that I do not ask for help in that way unless it is REALLY bad..They live in Colorado and they arrived in Seattle the same day.
 
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