I've had encounters with them my whole life, off and on- more frequent during certain points and less frequent during others. Have never seen the "little people" (Grays) that others usually talk about having bad experiences with. Twice that I can remember for sure (while awake,) I've seen a tall species- like head almost touching ceiling tall. I have many, many more memories of seeing them with more visual clarity through my "dreams" (which I will assume are fragments of what I can recall from abductions.)
I can remember speaking with them in those dreams. Tall, emaciated, frightening- their mouths open but don't move while talking. Deep, gravelly noises that form words- it almost sounds like reverse breathing. From my last "dream," I specifically remember the phrase "...I am the ancient of days," some missing pieces and a declaration or warning about "this time next year."
Their faces look vaguely similar to an old human's face, if it were entirely composed of rough scar tissue. Arms and legs are way out of proportion to the bodies, and bent they look like a sort of anthropomorphized arachnid.
The only negative to come from my interactions with them are tremendous fear, a few painless bruises and sets of two or three puncture marks on random areas of my body. I've documented them and photographed them- this has been happening my whole life, but the past year or so I've been trying to collect evidence.
I have a hard time sleeping at night. The "high strangeness" usually begins when I notice a tall shadow or detail against the dark bedroom wall that doesn't belong there. I get incredibly sleepy and feel something pull my feet- my whole body moves in a rapid jerk and then it's daylight, with just dreams in between. Sometimes I feel the sensation of someone or something standing on the mattress. Their cloaking technology is amazing- truly amazing, they can be an elephant in the room and the vast majority of the time you would never see them or know. But it's not "100% effective" nor flawless in operation, all of the time. I understand that they are aware of their appearance and our visceral, fearful response to it- so they try to save us the fright, most of the time. They seem to care more about not being noticed than what is implied by Grays' interaction with abductees.
Last week, I tried to sleep on the couch in a well-lit room. Couldn't, but the usual weird tiredness "hit" and I was out like a light. I woke up to the sound of the house being rattled with inaudible bass and most of the bulbs that were on dimmed so as to barely put out light. The A/C started making a weird noise, I felt pressure in my ears. I realized that something was wrong (it sounded almost like a tornado does-) then jumped up from the couch and grabbed my flashlight. Realized that I forgot to take the batteries off of the charger, then quickly tried to get them and shove them in before the house went black. Took the 9mm Beretta that was under my pillow and slid it's holster on my belt and I checked every room in the house. Nothing. As I walked back in to the living room, the dimmed bulb gradually got brighter and the rumbling gradually faded. I sat down on the couch, with adrenaline pumping through my veins and my head pounding from the weirdness. In between all of that, I felt irresistibly sleepy again. Analyzed the feeling in my mind and realized that as startled as I was, it made no sense. Right after that thought, I remember black.
I woke up again, I don't know how much later- but my head was slumped between my knees and I was still sitting in the same spot. The bass rumbling or "tornado sound" was back, the lights were dimmed and flickering again- I jumped up, checked the house again and something told me to go outside. I looked up and saw a bright, golden circle in the sky- wobbling, but stationary. It stayed there for a few minutes way up high over my house, suspended in the sky- then it faded in to the black.
Logical part of my brain tells me that they don't mean any harm, but want to influence or execute their agenda when it comes to certain people. For whatever reason, they are interested in me. I do have very strong views regarding a lot of things that pertain to human culture and the world around me- and I know other blood members of my family who were truly plagued by insomnia, fear of the dark and weirdness that they never talked about. They are about the only true fear that I have as an adult- and part of my brain knows that it is an entirely unfounded, irrational fear. I know that there are interactions that happen that for whatever reason, my conscious mind is never allowed to remember much of- perhaps I even agreed to it in an altered state. I don't see them as evil- but it isn't a Stockholm Syndrome sort of feeling, more of an understanding that the interaction is necessary or well-meaning.
Anyone else had similar contact with "them?"
Submitted August 08, 2018 at 05:10PM by RandomGuy5050 https://ift.tt/2AVp1Iw
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