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 Page 3 of 9 One year later, my youngest son was three months old, and I had not thought about the previous year's sighting at all. Things were going well for us, we had built a new house, with our childrens' school directly across the street, and I was making friends in the neighborhood. I'd actually never been so content in France, as I could finally speak French enough to feel a part of the community. By that time the strange phenomena in the home had stopped. I had discontinued my relaxation sessions, and things were quite normal. It was in March that I began to get a creepy feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I began to feel anxious, started feeling a bit paranoid, watching out the windows,not knowing what I was looking for. I began to get the feeling that something was coming for me, that I had been told in advance of this planned arrival, indeed, as if I had somehow agreed to a meeting, a long time ago!I began to be terrified of the night. One night there was a program on T.V., a debate about the famous Roswell autopsy film, which I had not heard about until then(apparently the French are much more reluctant than the Americans to consider such phenomena.). The subject though seemed to hit a nerve in me, and it was as if I suddenly remembered something that I'd been trying to repress; it was unclear though, something pertaining to D.N.A., I had agreed to help someone. I couldn't get a clear picture in my head, but I knew that that someone was not human, and the U.F.O. was connected. With dread, I had to face that I'd promised to give a sample of D.N.A., for reproductive uses. I had the feeling that I'd agreed because it was a race that needed help, and I felt sorry for them. This did not ease my fear, but made it grow. I was imagining that they might hurt me, begging them silently, not to come, not to hurt me.I could not turn the lights off at night, and had a hell of a time trying to explain that to my husband! I could not tell a soul how terrified I'd become, I was not at all sure that I was not just plain crazy! For two nights I felt/heard a very low vibration, which seemed to affect me right down to my bones.My husband and I searched everywhere to find the source, thinking that perhaps our new house had not been wired properly, but he could not hear it, and I could not find where it was coming from. Then the night came which finally put an end to my apprehension. My son was still breastfeeding at the time, which I had done with each of my children for their first year. Any woman who has done that for three kids knows that during that time, she does not sleep heavily. Breastfeeding « on demand » means just that, night or day, when the child calls, she must be able to awake fully and immediately, and not be fuzzy-headed, to avoid putting the baby in the cupboard or nursing the cat! So such was my habit, nocturnal activities were often, and never did I forget what I had done in the night, or even been unclear about it.- This, I feel ,is important to point out in the following recite. I cannot say the same is true for me now, I've gotten used to getting a good night's sleep; but at that time, this was not the case. In the night I had gotten my son out of his room and brought him into our bed to nurse, afterwards, we had fallen asleep. At some point I awoke to feel him slipping away from me, off my arm, towards the edge of the bed. He was not awake and was not squirming at all, just sliding away smoothly as if being pulled by someone. I immediately pulled him back to me and looked around the room, but saw no one. Then I felt myself become almost completely paralized, and began to levitate off the bed! As I rose, I began screaming, and clawing at my husband's back to wake him, but he did not awake. When I was roughly two feet off the bed, everything went black. I don't mean to say my memory is sort of unclear about what happened next, or that I just drifted off to sleep; I mean it was a quick and brutal cutting off of consciousness- as if a black curtain had been dropped over my mind. The next thing I knew, I was waking up , it was morning, and my son was in his bed, although I had no memory of putting him back! I felt strangely content, happy almost, even though I remembered what had happened in my bed. I went into the bathroom and saw immediately a tuft of hair cut off cleanly on the top of my head. I almost laughed out loud when I realized that that was how they took the D.N.A., and I'd been afraid of so much worse! I felt relieved that it was over, and all anxiety was gone. I had that hair sticking up on the top of my head (very noticeable since the rest is very long),for a long time and people often asked what happened...all I could say was, »I don't know ». That was the truth, because really, I still thought I might just have been nuts! Next: The Beginning of Understanding >>> |