All my life I have carried these memories with me and have been unable to share with friends or loved ones for fear of being labeled insane, unwell, or delusional. Thanks to the anonymity of the internet I can finally share them, to the world at least, without fear of repercussion.
Though I only have direct memories of one abduction event, I am pretty sure I underwent routine abductions up until the age of six or seven. As a very young child I used to be taken by the "Easter Bunny to the North Pole to play with Santa" every year on Christmas Eve. I was sworn to secrecy about this or else the Easter Bunny said he wouldn't come back. These visits happened every year without fail.
At the "North Pole," we would play together in a two dimensional space and the games we would play were educational in nature but very fun. The experience was more like a projection or video game but I would experience it as real. It's hard to describe. I have no recollection of the specifics outside of brief memories from my last visit.
What I do know is that I loved these trips—so much so that before my last trip (at the age of six or seven) I was actually more excited for the Easter Bunny to come and take me than I was for Christmas the next day! On this trip I was told I was getting too old for these visits and this would be the last one. I was profoundly sad.
For a couple years after the last Easter Bunny visit, all was quiet. Then, when I was nine years old, the first and only abduction I can clearly recall occurred.
I do not recall the initiating events. By the time I came to I was already being led into my front yard. It was lit up like day. I say "being led" but I cannot remember if I was alone or had some sort of escort. I want to say there were entities to either side of me.
My childhood front yard was basically a jungle, but there was one patch of grass that opened into the sky. On more than one occasion I had "sleepwalked" here as a child and awoken on this patch of grass in the middle of the night. In the center of the patch of grass was a tiny silver craft, what I would describe as a typical flying saucer only extremely small. The craft was so squat that I probably couldn't even fully stand up inside of it as a nine year old child. I would estimate it was five feet tall and twelve and a half feet across and it hovered about four feet off the ground. I do not recall if there was any sort of landing gear or if it was freely floating.
In front of the craft, walking toward it (and perpendicular to myself) was a classic grey alien. It did not acknowledge me. The creature was childlike in stature, probably a foot shorter than me at nine years old. I, having only seen my first drawing of a grey a few months before this event on a television program, should have been terrified (after viewing that program they'd immediately become fixtures of my nightmares). Despite that, being confronted by one in real life for the first time, I felt perfectly calm and serene.
There was some sort of opening into the craft but I cannot recall if it was a hatch or gangway. I was escorted toward the opening and I remember as I passed the outside of the hull there being Egyptian-looking hieroglyphics inscribed along the lip of the craft.
I black out.
I am seated on a bench in front of a glass screen. Across from me is a grey. Our attention is devoted to one another and we are interfacing through the glass screen device. I am in what I take to be the interior of the craft but the room is far far physically larger than would be possible based on the exterior of the saucer. There are other beings in the room who are engaging in other tasks besides what me and my partner are doing. My attention is wholly devoted to the screen and what I am doing.
This screen is a clear glass screen set on a table, approximately four feet in height, and there is some manner of console (on my side) that I am using to interface with it. I do not recall the grey having anything to use to interface with the device. The task I am devoted to had something to do with communicating between English and the alien language.
A thought suddenly comes to me: why am I using this device to translate between English and the alien language when we can just talk using our minds? I find this thought very funny. I am having fun. Though the precise nature of what is going on eludes me, what I believe I am doing is typing in English and having it translated to the alien on the other side. This doesn't make much sense though, because I understand these beings to be able to communicate telepathically. As I use the device, the grey is also using it at times, whether to teach/correct/communicate with me I cannot recall.
I black out again.
The final stage of my abduction is a series of movies/images projected directly into my mind. I only recall two of them. In the first, I'm in an inlet in a sea in a sort of land before time. The Earth is primordial and pristine. I am moving through the water toward the mouth of the bay and along the coasts on either side is luscious, undespoiled jungle. It is profoundly beautiful.
The second is a snippet of apocalyptic environmental imagery. I see a breakwater or a coastline with a lighthouse situated on it. Waves are surging over the sides and consuming the coast. I am made to understand that humanity is responsible for what is happening here.
The abduction ends.
When I awoke the next day I didn't feel scared or terrified but a sense of calm and inner peace. My mind however felt totally overloaded, like way too much had been put in there to ever remember. I was startled by the fact that I hadn't been afraid of the greys because I'd been having constant nightmares about them as soon as I'd first learned about them a few months prior. I was far more concerned—fixated even—upon remembering the message I had been given. This message which seemed all-consumingly important began to slip through my fingers as soon as I'd awoken. It was only through sheer will that I was able to retain the two snippets I recall here today.
For many years I myself chalked these memories up to sleep disorders or being the fantasies of a child. I left them in my past. Then, a few years ago, I stumbled across a claimed abductee named Jim Sparks, and the parallels to my own experiences were insanely uncanny.
Instead of talking about medical experimentation or sperm extraction or other common abductee claims, he talked about how the aliens would place him in front of a glass screen to learn how to translate the alien alphabet. What's more, he talked about a mass abduction event that would have occurred when I was nine years old in which the abductees were all gathered and shown images of Earth's oceans undespoiled, prior to human damage, and then the deleterious effects of human industry and pollution upon the world. The part of the interview I'm referring to can be seen here:. I'm not going to vouch for the veracity of anything else he talks about because he does make some very outlandish claims. I am very hesitant of anyone claiming to know the nature or purpose of whatever this insane phenomenon is. I cannot deny though, for at least my own abduction experience, he was right on the money. He talks about precisely what happened to me.
As someone who had repressed these experiences I just couldn't do it anymore after seeing his talk. It really did happen to me. The thought was liberating and terrifying.
I now make my living as an environmental scientist (ha, I know, right?). These memories do not dictate my life. For many years I used my scientific background and demands of proof as ways to dismiss my childhood experiences. But I was being dishonest with myself. I will now say whatever this phenomenon is, I am an experiencer of it.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I'm happy to clarify any details you may be wondering about.
Submitted January 29, 2019 at 08:04AM by Schindlers_Listicle http://bit.ly/2MEDElx
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