From: United Kingdom UFO Network <ufo@holodeck.demon.co.uk>
Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 20:39:05 +0000
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Subject: {88} part 3 - United Kingdom UFO Network
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Q. How does this make a difference?
Someone for whom the Awareness is more immediate, more significant,
than the feelings of bodily immobility may take control of the
situation and aim for a more positive outcome. The experience of
bodily immobility may become a gateway to a lucid dream or
out-of-body experience.
Q. What about people who believe they are being abducted by aliens?
How do they turn the situation toward a more positive outcome?
Abduction researcher, Ann Druffel, found numerous abductees who
warded off an impending abduction or aborted an abduction in the
early stages. Interestingly enough, the techniques these abductees
used are the same as those used by others to ward off visitations by
entities not perceived as being aliens but as demons, the old hag or
whatever.
Q. What are these techniques?
They range from attempting to move a finger or a toe (in order to
end the paralysis and, hence, the experience), to invoking the name
of a spiritual entity.
Q. How can I learn more?
A lengthy file on the subject of responding constructively when Aware
during and episode of Sleep Paralysis, Respond.txt, is available
from ASP-L, the Awareness during Sleep Paralysis mailing list. To
obtain the file send an email msg with the command 'Get-Respond.txt'
(without quotes, but with the file extension) in the SUBJECT: field
to:
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Paralysis [ASP] and experiences with which it has been associated:
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Joseph Polanik <jpolanik@mindspring.com>
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Source: Las Vegas Sun
Publish Date: 8th January 1998
Toxic data at Area 51 ruled confidential
By Bob Egelko
SAN FRANCISCO - An attempt to pry loose information about alleged
toxic waste burning at a secret Air Force site in the Nevada desert
- said to be the "Area 51" of extraterrestrial lore - hit a stone
wall of secrecy in a federal appeals court Thursday.
Lawyers for five current and former workers at the base, and the
widows of two workers allegedly killed by toxic wastes, are not
entitled to learn whether hazardous substances exist there or how
they are handled, the results of a federal toxics inspection or even
the name of the base, the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals said.
The 3-0 ruling upheld the Air Force's claim that giving out that
information could endanger national security and a 1995 order by
President Clinton further restricting disclosure. Before arguments
in the case last November, the judges reviewed confidential
government statements, while Air Force security officers guarded
their conference room.
Besides the classified statements, the court cited an unclassified
filing by Air Force Secretary Sheila Widnall, who said information
about certain chemicals in the soil or water "can reveal military
operational capabilities or the nature and scope of classified
operations."
The court, in an opinion by Judge Pamela Rymer, said the disclosure
of even "seemingly innocuous information" can be barred if it is part
of a "mosaic" of classified information.
"The court cannot order the government to disentangle this
information from other classified information," Rymer said. She said
the court was persuaded not only that the information was properly
withheld, but also that "any further proceeding in this matter would
jeopardize national security."
Jonathan Turley, a Georgetown law professor who represented the
workers, said the ruling "sets an extremely dangerous precedent" for
anyone seeking information from the military.
"This case has nothing to do with national security," he said. "I
obviously know what happened at Area 51. My (clients) worked at Area
51. ...This case has to do with criminal violations" of hazardous
waste laws. He said he would seek a rehearing from the entire court
and, if unsuccessful, appeal to the Supreme Court. But Turley said
the two lawsuits have also accomplished an important goal: forcing
the government to acknowledge the site and conduct a toxics
inspection, although results of the inspection were not made public.
Justice Department spokesman Joe Krovisky declined comment, saying
government lawyers had not seen the ruling.
Area 51, about 90 miles north of Las Vegas, is a base where military
aircraft such as the U-2 and Stealth fighter were tested. Its
secrecy and remoteness have been prime fodder for UFO buffs, who link
the site to the supposed crash of an alien spacecraft at Roswell,
N.M. - a scenario played out in the movie "Independence Day."
In the current case, the government identified the site in question
as "the operating location near Groom Lake" and denied it was Area
51. The court left the denial unchallenged after reviewing classified
material. Turley scoffed at the denial, saying the name was verified
in a government security manual as well as declarations from workers
and security officials.
The lawsuits said employees at the base routinely put hazardous
chemicals in open 55-gallon drums and burned them. The suits said
the exposure killed two workers, Walter Kasza, 73, and Robert Frost,
57, whose widows Turley represents, and injured the other plaintiffs.
Turley said Frost, before his death, lost a workers' compensation
claim for his injuries, and Kasza never filed one. The workers
sought no damages but requested a court finding that the Air Force
stored toxic wastes without a permit, and orders forbidding
transportation and burning of toxics.
U.S. District Judge Philip Pro denied the requests but ruled that
the results of an Environmental Protection Agency inspection of the
site, conducted in response to one suit, would have to be made public
unless Clinton intervened. The president then barred disclosure under
a law that lets him exempt any federal facility from requirements of
a federal toxic cleanup law.
The government appealed Pro's ruling, saying the report should have
been declared secret under national security without the president's
intervention, which must be renewed annually. The court declined to
decide the issue, saying it was no longer a live controversy because
of Clinton's action.
Rymer's opinion denying disclosure and ordering dismissal of the
case was joined by Judge Harlington Wood of the 7th U.S. Circuit
Court of Appeals, temporarily assigned to the panel. In a separate
opinion, Judge A. Wallace Tashima said secrecy was proper but should
require a presidential order rather than a subordinate's declaration
of national security.
The case is Kasza vs. Browner, 96-15535.
[W 5]******
Source: alt.alien.visitors"
Date: 14th January 1998
From: bernhard.nahrgang@ob.kamp.net (Bernhard Nahrgang)
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uk.ufo.nw says: At the time of publishing we have not visited this
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[W 6]******
From: Mark Lee Center <enzoab@ix.netcom.com>
Date: Saturday 17th January 1998
MEXICO CITY UFO VIDEO WILL AIR IN MARCH
Another major special, this time on the UPN network, will feature the
already-famous daylight UFO videotape shot over Mexico City on August
6, 1997. Though stills from the video and a quick-time version have
been posted on the web, this UPN special, scheduled for Wednesday,
March 11, will provide the first opportunity for most Americans to
learn about this Mexico City event.
Posted promo on the show reads as follows:
"From executive producers Henry Winkler and Ann Daniel
("Sightings"), this riveting one-hour special centers around
never-before-seen video footage of a recent UFO sighting in Mexico
City, and explores the phenomenon of unidentified flying objects
while examining other recent, mysterious observations in the night
sky. Stephen Kroopnick is the co-executive producer. The special is
produced by Fair Dinkum and Ann Daniel in association with Paramount
Network Television."
Since the UFO video was released to Paramount by famed Mexican
newsman Jaime Maussan, CNI News expects the TV special will also
include excerpts from Maussan's videotaped interviews with Mexico
City eyewitnesses who saw the August 6 UFO. This should be a good
program.
The special, titled "UFO Sighting!" airs Wednesday, March 11 at 9pm
Eastern time. Check your local listings.
[W 7]******
Source: QVC Inc
Date: February 3rd 1998
edited for length:
Mir Cosmonauts to appear live on QVC
Company press release
Live From Outer Space: MIR Cosmonauts To Appear On The First
Intergalactic Edition Of QVC's "First Friday: Extreme Shopping" -
MIR Cosmonaut Aleksandr Lazutkin also Scheduled to appear from NYC's
'Catch a Rising Star' airs Friday Night, February 6th from 1 am - 2
am (ET)
Somewhere in Outer Space -- QVC will take shopping to new heights as
it welcomes Russian cosmonauts, live via satellite from the MIR
Space Station, to take a break from their navigational duties and
join the party at ``First Friday: Extreme Shopping.'' The February
edition of QVC's late-night series will focus on out-of-this-world
treasures including Mars rocks, meteorites, space uniforms and the
famed ``astronaut'' space pens. This special ``Extreme Space''
edition will air live from legendary Catch a Rising Star comedy club
in New York City on Friday, February 6th from 1:00 a.m. ET/10 p.m. PT
- 2:00 a.m.ET/11 p.m. PT.
Russian Cosmonaut Aleksandr Lazutkin, flight engineer on last
summer's historic edge-of-your-seat MIR mission, will also share his
harrowing adventures with QVC viewers. Lazutkin will appear live on
the telecast from the Catch a Rising Star comedy club in New York
City along with five rising young comics whose spacey observations
will provide comic relief.
``QVC not only scours the planet, it scours the universe in its
search for unique products,'' said Fred Siegel, senior vice president
of marketing for QVC. ``In the true spirit of interplanetary detente,
we are delighted that the Russian space agency has accepted QVC's
invitation to 'go live' from the MIR.''
MIR Cosmonauts will demonstrate the uses and features of the Fisher
Space Pen, the only pen to write in the gravity- free void, freezing
cold (-50 F) and extreme heat (+250 F) of space. Since 1967,
astronauts on manned space flights, including the moon, have used
the Fisher Space Pen, with its sealed pressurized ink cartridge, to
write at any angle, even upside down.
For viewers looking for a more complete space experience or just
unique evening attire, QVC will make the Sokol KV- 2 Pressure space
suit available. The standard launch and reentry suit is used by all
cosmonauts and worn by American astronauts for emergency reentry
from the MIR Space Station. The suit weights approximately 22 lbs.,
includes a pressurized hood and is complete with boots, gloves plus
all fittings. QVC will make three suits available for $25,000 each.
Straight out of the heavens, viewers will also have an opportunity
to buy meteorites and chunks of Mars. A limited amount of meteorites
from Earth's most recent meteorite shower will be available, which
occurred in China on February 15, 1997 (Valentine's Day in the U.S.).
Many Chinese believed the shower foreshadowed the death of Communist
Party Leader Deng Xiaoping. Three meteorites of three inches in
diameter will be on sale for $2,500 each and twelve smaller
meteorites measuring one and one-half inches will be sold for $850
each.
Letters
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UK.UFO.NW have received a mail in confidence requesting that we ask
if any of you out there know of a Roman Catholic priest, English
speaking and preferably resident in the United Kingdom who
specialises in counselling Roman Catholics who have experienced
abductions.
If you are able to help with any information please mail us here at:
ufo@holodeck.demon.co.uk
In the subject area please put: ROMAN CATHOLIC PRIEST
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From: Tim Nightingale <tim.nightingale@virgin.net>
Date: Saturday 31st January 1998
Any East Anglia UFO groups
I'm interested in joining a UFO interest group in East Anglia. Are
there any such groups. If so could you provide me with a phone
number or e-mail address?
Thanks in advance, Tim.Nightingale@virgin.com
This Time last year
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January 1997
(UK) - Police baffled by massive explosion which rocks a Midland
Housing estate. Local BBC news reported it as either a sonic boom or
an unknown phenomenon.
(UK) - Ministry of Defence scientists blow up a Boeing 747 in an
attempt to find a bomb-proof passenger jet.
(UK) - More than 200 giant asteroids all at least two-thirds of a
mile wide could be heading towards the Earth's orbit. The asteroids
broke away from two giant clusters which follow Jupiter's orbit
around the sun.
(Tel Aviv) - Israel's Channel Two TV, stationed crews across the
country on Sunday night to capture any arrivals. Predicted by mystic
Helinor Harar who grabbed the spotlight with her extraterrestrial
News Years forecast.
(Italy) - Italy indulged in a bout of UFO fever on Tuesday after
witnesses reported seeing a strange green light flash through the
evening sky near Rome's main airport. It did not show on radar.
(Java) - According to tests on fossils found, not one but three
different human species co-existed on Earth around 35,000 years ago.
In other words, homo erectus survived for 250,000 years longer than
anyone thought.
(US) - Astronauts building an international space station high above
the Earth are to be protected by a massive ray gun. It is not that
they fear an attack by aliens, but rather space junk from
screwdrivers to asteroids.
(UK) - A photograph of a mysterious triangular-shaped object taken
by a landscape photographer is being treated by UFO experts as proof
that Britain is secretly developing a stealth-type warplane that is
light years head of the opposition.
(US) - The US Air Force became the latest victim of a series of
hacking attacks on government computers last week. Its home page was
covered in obscenities and bizarre allegations of alien landings.
(Paris) - (Reuter) PARIS - Earthlings will get a chance to send
messages to space aliens this year on a rocket bound for Saturn's
biggest moon, the European Space Agency (ESA) said Thursday.
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A FEARFUL SYMMETRY
A TRUE STORY OF ALIEN INTRUSION INTO HUMAN LIVES
By D. Lynne Bishop
A FEARFUL SYMMETRY Copyright 1995 by D. Lynne Bishop
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced,
stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any
means, electronic or mechanical including photocopying, recording or
otherwise without prior permission of the publisher, except by a
reviewer who may quote brief passages.
First Printing September 1995
Printed in the United States of America
BOOKFINDER PUBLISHING
http://bookfinder.simplenet.com/
Lynne Bishop's home page
http://www.geocities.com/Athens/3862/
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CHAPTER 10
The next several days following the Midwest UFO Conference were
quiet and uneventful. Each of us digested the information we had
obtained--and I realized that, like an appetizer, the Conference had
only taken the edge off my hunger for knowledge. I had been
introduced to vast new expanses of space and time, and with each
flight, my horizons were expanding. I could see no end in sight, and
I was aware of how infinitesimal a speck I was in the universe I had,
willingly or unwillingly, become a part of.
On September 26, my husband and I visited with some friends in a
neighboring town. We had been close friends for several years, and
because they knew us so well, my mood swings had been apparent to
them. I had been unwilling, in the beginning, to tell them what was
causing the moods, but had finally thrown chance to the wind and
blurted the story to them--warts and all--so the topic of UFO
phenomenon had become common.
My husband and Jack never miss an opportunity to get together to
pursue their favorite pastime of playing with and talking about
computers. This night was no different, and Mary and I sat on the
couch, trying to tune our husbands out. We had watched television
off and on most of the evening. It was a warm, Indian-summer night,
and the windows were down, letting in the faint breeze. During a
lull in the conversation, we heard a distinctive click, and the
lights dimmed as the power fluctuated, and a surge protector
connected to their computer shut off. We noticed it was around 8:30
P.M. My husband and I laughed, telling our friends that the power at
our house fluctuated constantly. They replied that they very rarely
had brownouts. We forgot about the incident and continued our visit,
while my husband and Jack continued talking about the latest
advancements and updates in computer software. Mary and I have a
tendency to doze off when they get started using "computerese"
language, so we were startled by the next power drain that occurred
about 9:30 P.M. This was beginning to seem a little odd, but still
fell within the purview of a normal happening. When the third, and
final outage struck at 10:30 P.M., we were really mystified, and our
hackles were rising. This just couldn't be a normal occurrence!
Nothing further happened to alarm us, and my husband and I said our
farewells at 11:30 that night. Jack and Mary followed us outside, as
we walked toward our car. I had just opened the car door on the
passenger side, when Jack exclaimed, "Look at that strange light!"
Following his gaze, we all turned toward the northern sky. There in
front of us was an orange-red sphere, floating silently in space.
There were no strobe lights and no other color, other than the single
orange glow. Its movement was eerie--it seemed weightless. I gulped
as I stared at it in fascinated, rapt attention. With a recognition
born of sightings twenty years in the past, I knew this was the same
disc I had watched as a teenager. Mary said, "That's the same thing I
used to see when I was around eleven or twelve years old!" I stared
at her in amazement.
Jack ran back inside to get the binoculars, and the rest of us
continued watching the object, as it moved between the
constellations of Cassiopeia and The Big Dipper. The sky was clear
with no overcast and no moon, and our vision was impeded only by some
large trees in the distance. Only a few seconds passed, before he
returned with two pairs of binoculars. We progressed on down their
driveway, as we attempted to keep the glowing object in sight. The
sharp gravel suddenly reminded Jack that he had no shoes on, so he
returned to the house again. As he returned for the second time, the
orange "light" had passed on out of view behind the range of trees.
The entire sighting had probably only lasted between two and three
minutes.
We all walked back down the driveway toward our car, talking
excitedly about what we'd just seen. Speculation was running
rampant for a few seconds--could this be a true UFO? There were no
red, white or green lights on the object. It had been just the one
solid, steady orange glow. There were no strobes that would be
indicative of regular aircraft, so we were non-plussed.
My husband and I got into our car and waved to Jack and Mary.
During the drive home, I scanned the sky frequently, hoping beyond
hope that it would show up again, but it remained an elusive enigma.
During the next few days, my husband and I settled back into our
regular work routine. I seemed to have reached a plateau in my
search for answers to the alien abduction phenomenon. The fence I was
straddling had become familiar, if not comfortable, and I wasn't sure
there was an open avenue to follow. Throwing myself into my daily job
seemed the best idea, so I began focusing my attention on more mundane
matters.
My husband and Jack planned to attend a computer seminar in St.
Louis, Missouri on September 29, and for several days our energies
were devoted toward preparation for the trip. Due to the distance
involved (roughly a six-hour trip, one way), my husband would need to
leave by 2:00 A.M. that morning. Having never needed an alarm clock,
I awoke at 1:00 A.M. and told my husband it was time to get up. He
mumbled something incoherent, and rolled over. I again tried to wake
him up, and he growled at me. About that time, the alarm clock he had
set went off--and he got up in a slight huff. I decided it was an
excellent time to make him a cup of something with caffeine in it.
I headed toward the kitchen and microwaved (technology is a
wonderful thing!) a cup of tea for him, which he drank in a somewhat
better humor. He finished dressing, and having forgiven me for waking
him ten minutes early, gave me a cheerful goodbye as he headed out the
door. I turned to retrace my steps to the bedroom, and noticed the
digital clock in the living room. It was 2:01 A.M. Contemplating
several more hours of restful sleep, I had no clue that all hell was
about to break loose.
My little half-breed mutt padded along behind me as I returned to the
bedroom, her footfalls adding a syncopated beat to the heavier tread
of my feet. She joined me on the bed, taking her usual, (but not
favorite), location down at the foot of the bed. After some
scrambling for position, she finally settled in, straddling my legs. I
closed my eyes, but was restless--and my legs had a cramped feeling
not related to the dog lying there. I shifted position a couple
times, and finally came to rest in the center of the bed. It had
turned off cool that night, and the dog seemed intent on sharing body
heat, for she again plopped down on top of my feet. I closed my eyes,
thoughts of the dog and my husband revolving through my consciousness.
With no warning at all, I was suddenly and painfully jolted by a
shock wave! In a panic, my thoughts screamed out, "It hurts! It
hurts!" I had no idea what was happening to me. With a jolt
beginning at my toes and working immediately up my body to my scalp, I
was paralyzed. It was instantaneous and complete--there was not a
hair on my head capable of moving.
I lay there, screaming in my mind, "What's going on? I can't move! It
hurts!" As if wrapped in a blindingly bright, white cocoon, my only
sensation was of light through my closed eyelids--yet there were no
lights on in the bedroom. With a sickening lurch, I felt as if I had
been upended, and slammed into the headboard of the bed. The motion
continued into a twisting, spiraling, upward movement. Nauseated, I
thought frantically, "Oh, God--don't let me throw up!"
In horror, I realized I was spinning toward the ceiling. My eyes flew
open for one brief moment, and I saw the ceiling fan and light only
inches from my face. As I rapidly approached the ceiling, I closed my
eyes again. Awaiting the inevitable pain of smashing into the
ceiling, I was instead wiped out by the realization that I had passed
through the ceiling and was continuing a twisting, turning motion
upward--higher and higher into the night sky.
There are moments in life that are transcendent--when a human being
comes into contact with something so far beyond the pale, that he
cannot survive the event without having been forever changed. This
was my moment.
My screaming thoughts became more coherent as the spinning slowly
began to ebb, and my nausea lessened. My fear was overwhelming--I
knew what had happened, but tried vainly to deny it. My consciousness
swam in and out, and I blacked out. Upon regaining consciousness, I
was lying prone on a hard, smooth surface. I sensed motion around me,
and struggled against the invisible bonds that held me tightly in
place. Nothing happened! Desperation set in, and I fought harder
against the paralyzing grip that bound me--to no avail. The harder I
struggled, the tighter the force became. I was tiring rapidly, and
gaining nothing.
With more guts than good sense, I decided to try something
different. My proof of the entire alien phenomenon was here before
me--if I would just take that chance. All I had to do was open my
eyes and look. Such an easy thing . . .
The decision to do just that was the hardest thing I've ever done in
my life. Feeling like my eyelids were made of lead, I eased my eyes
open a faint crack. "Oh, Goddamn--they're real!" I screamed in my
mind. The gray-white, doe-eyed alien standing by my waist on the
right-hand side flinched, as if a force had hit him. Panicked, I
closed my eyes, fighting to regain some composure. Several minutes
passed, and I reasoned, "I can't believe it, just because I saw one
alien. I'm going to look again, and if it's still there, I'll know
they are real."
Summoning up every ounce of courage I possessed, I again opened my
eyes. To my left, at about waist-level, was another gray-white alien.
In the short moment before my consciousness faded, I was able to see
that his head was flatter on top and he wore a white outfit, similar
to a smock. As I stared directly into his Oriental dark-brown eyes, I
was soothed by an intense wave of relaxation and peace. I knew this
alien. He was my protector, my friend--my companion of past years,
and guide for the years to come. With the cessation of fear and
anxiety, I closed my eyes and drifted, his promise of, "No harm will
come to you," ringing through my head.
"Fingers!", I mentally screamed, as I came bolt alert, both eyes
wide open and focused on the smaller, large-headed alien. With
astonishing dexterity, the long fingers beat a rapid rhythm across my
belly, from right to left. Having finished one circumference, they
began again, in fast succession. Disgust and horror rose within me,
completely stifling any thoughts of peace and goodwill. With each
palpation, the clear, gelatinous goop adhering to its hand left a
sticky, wet residue behind.
Depression overcame my senses. I was completely impotent, at the whim
and mercy of an entity that was not human. At that moment, I
surrendered. I closed my eyes and went away mentally--away from a
creature whose motivations I could not understand, and away from what
it was doing to my body. My proof had been established on a conscious
level, but I could not watch further.
Some time passed, and I again became clearly aware of my
surroundings. As my eyes blearily peered ahead, I saw a piece of
striated tissue, red and black, lying near my feet. "Surgery," I
thought dimly. Feeling woozy and anesthetized, I tried to make out
features of the tissue, but could not identify it. With my head
swimming, I sank again into oblivion.
And awoke to find myself somewhere else. With my sense of hearing
returning, but still paralyzed, I was being half-lifted, half-dragged
through a room containing numerous small end-tables. These tables were
stacked with odd equipment and books, and flanked the left-hand wall.
As my unseen escort dragged me through the room toward a doorway,
three men--dressed in black--watched impassively, no hint of emotion
warming their cold features.
Completely in my escort's power, I was dragged past these men into the
room beyond, and dropped on the floor, like a piece of baggage. From
my vantage point, I could barely discern the hint of a laboratory in
the gleam of metallic equipment. I heard and saw what appeared to be
a stream of water, running down a sluice. Clear at first, the water
quickly turned a murky, dirty color, and strange clumps of a vaguely
meat-like substance floated through. An apparatus with a suction-cup
device attached to the end was lowered into this liquid, perhaps
suctioning out the tissue. A salty, tangy smell assailed my nostrils,
and I was momentarily nauseated again.
The sound of a male voice drifted from behind, and a swarthy,
middle-aged man entered my field of vision. As I gazed at
him--thick black hair, full mustache, heavy jowls, possibly a Latino
or of Mediterranean extraction--the hatred I felt for this man was a
palpable force. I knew this man--knew I hated him. And I was in his
power.
Within seconds, a woman joined him. Also of dark complexion, she was
a fitting companion for this man I detested. Her long, jet black hair
was parted severely down the middle, and fell past her shoulders,
flowing into the black dress she wore. She stood there arrogantly, as
if daring me to recognize her. With a gut-wrenching sense of
betrayal, I knew this woman had in the past been a trusted friend--and
now knew her to be a traitor.
The two conferred with each other briefly, and my still unseen
escort roughly lifted me from the floor.
Upon regaining an upright position, I realized I had some mobility,
and the ability to speak was returning. As our strange group exited
the laboratory and reentered the room with the end-tables, I
purposefully gazed into the woman's face. "I will remember you. I
will remember this!", I said to her with vengeance in my heart.
Shock was evident in the startled glance she threw at me. Regaining
her composure, she all but sneered, "No, you won't." With utter
conviction, I replied, "Yes, I will!"
We exited a very human-looking high-rise building, and the man and
woman walked toward a very sleek, highly polished black car. My
escort manhandled me into a nondescript black car, and got behind
the wheel. As the couple drove by us, heading in the opposite
direction, with a last defiant gesture, I stuck up the middle finger
of my right hand. The look on the woman's face told me I had broken
through her self-control.
I had no time to congratulate myself--for quite suddenly I was lying
on the table in the ship again. My silly, familiar,
always-in-trouble dog was walking toward my face--and I suddenly
thought of my brother's dachshund, its features appearing in my
swirling, nebulous thoughts. My thoughts became less substantial,
finally drifting away.
At 4:00 A.M., with no transition from a sleep state to an awake
state, I was back home, in bed. The dog was unusually quiet, and
made none of her characteristic movements. I was scared to death and
angry--and no longer straddling the fence. Alien abduction was a
physical reality.
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