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TerraX
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Well, been pondering long and hard to relate some of my experiences here. I know the Paracast and the forum tends to focus more on hard evidence and that can be an avalanche of sorts when it comes to personal experiences. But I guess I want to show people where 'I'm coming from', why I say certain things. Moving towards middle-age I'm also less worried about ridicule these days. Anyways, here it goes.
When I was 8-9 years old I was sleeping with my brother in one bedroom. This was in the seventies and we were a low middle-class family those days. I recall waking up one night and having the feeling that something was about to happen and that there was a 'presence' of some sort. I got out of bed, looked in the hallway (the door was open) and I saw a figure standing there.
Not a figure as in a person, it was more undefined, like a white shape. Shoulders, body and head were visible but it seemed to be blanketed by some (force) field. Well, that scared the bejesus out of me and I crawled back into bed and closed my eyes firmly.
Laying in bed, and a couple of seconds later, I had the feeling somebody was standing next to it. I still refused to open my eyes and this is where it also gets blurry - memory wise. I vaguely recall a voice saying something but the next moment stayed with me. Before blacking out I recall that something was put in my nose, and that something was injected which I felt entering my skull through my right nostril.
I vividly recall that my mother woke me up in the morning and remarking; 'Oh, you had a nosebleed!'. I got out of bed and there was a stream of dried up blood on the pillow. . .
My brother didn't notice a thing that night. I did speak about it with my family and at school. My mother dismissed it at the time and we didn't speak about it ever since, my sister backed me up a little but later confessed it was only to make me feel good and at school other kids had a horrifying or ridiculing look on their faces when I related the story. Well, needless to say I didn't bring up that episode again for decades.
In retrospect I think it's fair to mention that we did have a book about flying saucers at that particular time in the house, but this was way before the abduction era and besides from the Betty&Barney Hill story it made no mention of the "Greys". (I still have the book.) My brother and I insisted we got that book when my mother joined a book club. (I do wonder how much "colouring" can be done by the recipient of UFO related experiences.)
I also want to stress out that I didn't see a "Grey". Never seen one in my entire life. I did see normal looking people - humans - in my second experience a couple of years later, but lets see how this one goes.
When I was 8-9 years old I was sleeping with my brother in one bedroom. This was in the seventies and we were a low middle-class family those days. I recall waking up one night and having the feeling that something was about to happen and that there was a 'presence' of some sort. I got out of bed, looked in the hallway (the door was open) and I saw a figure standing there.
Not a figure as in a person, it was more undefined, like a white shape. Shoulders, body and head were visible but it seemed to be blanketed by some (force) field. Well, that scared the bejesus out of me and I crawled back into bed and closed my eyes firmly.
Laying in bed, and a couple of seconds later, I had the feeling somebody was standing next to it. I still refused to open my eyes and this is where it also gets blurry - memory wise. I vaguely recall a voice saying something but the next moment stayed with me. Before blacking out I recall that something was put in my nose, and that something was injected which I felt entering my skull through my right nostril.
I vividly recall that my mother woke me up in the morning and remarking; 'Oh, you had a nosebleed!'. I got out of bed and there was a stream of dried up blood on the pillow. . .
My brother didn't notice a thing that night. I did speak about it with my family and at school. My mother dismissed it at the time and we didn't speak about it ever since, my sister backed me up a little but later confessed it was only to make me feel good and at school other kids had a horrifying or ridiculing look on their faces when I related the story. Well, needless to say I didn't bring up that episode again for decades.
In retrospect I think it's fair to mention that we did have a book about flying saucers at that particular time in the house, but this was way before the abduction era and besides from the Betty&Barney Hill story it made no mention of the "Greys". (I still have the book.) My brother and I insisted we got that book when my mother joined a book club. (I do wonder how much "colouring" can be done by the recipient of UFO related experiences.)
I also want to stress out that I didn't see a "Grey". Never seen one in my entire life. I did see normal looking people - humans - in my second experience a couple of years later, but lets see how this one goes.