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 Page 9 of 10 I had a large lump in my right arm pit, which at first I'd assumed was a blocked sweat gland or a sebacious cyst. My dermatologist thought not, as the lump was very hard, not filled with liquid. She referred me to a surgeon, and had it removed. I had ten stitches and still have a long scar. The surgeon had let me examine what he took out- it was a fairly large (bigger than a pea), flesh- colored oval- shaped ball embedded in flesh. It was very hard. I had another lump removed from below and slightly behind my left ear, from which I also have a long scar.My youngest son developed a large cyst on his hip immediately after the first of his possible abductions and it left a huge purple scar like a hole.(I assume it was just a cyst, for three doctors had just shrugged and said it would probably go away.-You get used to this unprofessional indifference on the part of doctors here in France!) During a vacation in the States last summer, many strange things occured.While visiting my parent's home, I sat outside one afternoon trying to decide if I should confide any of this to my father.I looked up and found a chipmunk watching me from behind a plant about fifteen feet away. I could see only half of his triangle-shaped face, and one big, black, almond shaped eye staring intensely at me. This had a profound effect on me, I felt somehow they were trying to let me know they were aware of what I was thinking and were watching me.I know that to most people, this makes no sense at all (but does any of this?), but include it in hope that someone who has experienced the same stuff will understand. From my parents home, we took a long trip to Las Vegas, the Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, down to Tucson, then up to San Diego. When leaving Monument Valley, a huge storm came up behind us and stayed on our tail for hours.It was quite frightening, a huge black wall that swallowed all the land in its path. We were heading South on a desert highway, which would eventually take us to another highway which crossed it, but we figured it would take us about four hours to get to that point. At one point my husband suddenly turned right (towards the West)off the highway unto a small road which seemed to go off into nowhere. I asked why, and he just said, "I think this is where we have to go...." I said nothing, although I knew quite well that we were supposed to continue South until hitting our next highway.It seemed we drove about ten minutes on that road, all the time asking each other where we were, and remarking on the strangeness of this road, which had not one road sign, or trace of life, anywhere.We also noted that the storm that had been behind us just minutes ago when travelling South, had already passed here;everything was wet, and the blackness could be seen just south of us. We should have passed right through it, but had no memory of doing so. We finally came upon a large highway, and stopped to ask where we were. We had just ran into the very same highway we had left, although we were coming from the opposite side (from the East) !We had gone straight the entire time! The worst was when we looked at the time on the car's clock...two hours had passed since our turn off!! We sat and scatched our heads for a long time, trying to make some sense of any of this, but could not. After visiting relatives in Tucson, we headed back up towards California. The areas we drove through were almost surrealistic and started to give us the creeps. It was so empty and huge, it looked like the surface of Mars. We passed some sort of vehicle that looked like nothing we'd ever seen, it was straight out of Star Wars, and all of this started to make us uncomfortable. Then some unmarked black helicopters started flying low over our car, so low we all screamed, thinking it was going to rip the roof off! They started shooting at the ground next to the highway. We assumed it must be just some military exercises; but wondered why, with flat expanse that stretched out forever, would they choose to do it right next to a highway? As far as I know, putting innocent lives at risk is not normal protocal. The worst was when we arrived at a small town in which we'd planned to stay the night, just on the border of Arizona. It was like entering the Twilight Zone! There were no people anywhere. It was silent and empty. We found our hotel, and went to our room. In the parking lot directly in front of our door was a large white van with blackened windows. The engine was running, and we could hear the air conditioning working.Inside were a man and a woman, sitting still, not talking, just staring straight ahead.For an hour they stayed there like that. We finally decided to go have some dinner, as the van was making us uneasy. Two hours later, we returned to find it still there, engine running, couple staring straight ahead- except the van was now backed into the space in front of our room, the rear doors leaving only about three feet between them and the door of our room. We entered the room, and the next three hours I went in and out, doing the laundry in the hotel's laundry mat.The van and it's occupants stayed as before.Six hours had passed since we'd arrived! Finally, when I was finished with my laundry and returning to the room, I saw that the engine was off, and the couple, each wearing the same outfit, carrying identical brief cases (no suit cases), were entering the room directly above ours. They may have been just some very strange people, but the days events had left us nervous, and we were glad to have their 'watch' come to an end.That night I awoke to feel myself becoming paralyzed, as had happened before, and was concentrating on fighting it with my mind. This was something I'd learned I could do in the last few months, resisting with the same parts of my mind which had been 'awakened' and were responsible for extra- sensorial abilities. Finally I felt the hold wear off, but at the same time, the thought came to me clearly that they were trying to get to my oldest son, and I thought fearfully that I had to help him, because he had not yet developed those parts of himself enough to fight it.I sat up quickly and turned around to see him sitting up in his bed, one foot on the floor, staring straight ahead in front of him.
"What are you doing?" I asked. It felt to me like a close call, but I often wonder if I had actually escaped their hold, or if I was just remembering the beginning and end of an abduction...putting them together in my memory. The most recent happening was an important one, for it was the first time that my husband also remembered that something out of the normal had happened, and became aware that something strange and unknown had approached us. After spending a full day visiting friends in a village by the sea, about a mile away from our home, we were driving home at night. The children and I were all sleeping in the car as my husband drove. As we passed a fairly desolate area we know well, a large expanse of cultivated fields, my husband grabbed and shook me awake- he was scared out of his wits and could barely talk, but said to me "Look, that light...it's not moving!" I squinted my eyes, because in the field,next to the car and roughly twenty feet off the ground was a bright light. It was so bright, I could hardly look at it. Apparently, my husband had been observing it from afar, noticed it was immobile and he could not find a source. As we had approached it had sent him into a state of panic. I mumbled that it must be a helicopter, with it's spot light pointed directly at us. Right then, my memory is blank. It seems I had turned my head and glanced in front of us, or that I blinked, the next thing I knew, I looked next to us and the light was gone, with nothing else in the field at all.And even more strange, both my husband and I were suddenly completely calm, and said nothing about what had just happened. He'd gone from being on the brink of terror to calm silence, in the blink of an eye! For a few days, we did not speak of the incident, finally I asked him, "Remember that light we saw? What was it? Was it an helicopter? Did you see it leave?" "No!" he said firmly, suddenly turning angry, "It wasn't anything like that! It wasn't anything normal!". He than marched out of the room quickly. His reaction surprised me, for it was so out of character, and seemed inappropriate. So I resolved to never bring up the question again.- But several weeks later, the whole thing was really eating at me, I felt as if there was a fuzzy point in my memory, something I'd forgotten, just like the feeling I had after my first U.F.O. sighting. So one evening as we watched T.V., I decided to try again, hoping his feelings had calmed somewhat with time. I asked him to tell me exactly what he remembered of that night. His recite was everything I also remembered, and like me, he remembered nothing after I woke and said it must be a helicopter.The next thing he remembered was arriving home and carrying the children in to bed. He did not seem angry this time, but just as with the time lapse in the desert, he prefered not talk any more about it. And so that is how things stand within the family now, we have 'strange' nights, and avoid talking about them. I have come to the conclusion that whether 'they' exist or not, may they be extaterrestrials from another planet, or non-biological beings from another dimension trying to break into our vibratory plane (which I tend to lean towards) there's not much use in going public about it. The question of whether they are good or bad has become useless for me to ask myself- I cannot seem to stop them, and I don't think anyone of us can. I do hope though, that in the future others can become aware that this phenomenon, whether it be of psychological origin or elsewhere, is no joking matter! When I see people joking about « ..those stupid, crazy abductees.. » I have to restrain myself from screaming at them for their insensitivity. I wish I could make them feel the emotions one has to face in front of all this non-sensical crap, that no matter how hard you try to deny what happens in front of your eyes, cling to all that you believe to be true, it still comes at you. Then it comes at your children. And people find that funny....... Next: December 1998 Update >>> |