Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Random Alien Brain Drop Number 13

In 1998, my family witnessed a UFO while we were coming home from my mother's house on Christmas Eve. A couple of days later, there was an article in the local paper about two girls who were driving on the very same freeway on Christmas Eve at right around the same time we did, so they might have even been right in front of us. When I read the article further, they apparently had a "missing time" experience, as the drive from where they were, to their planned destination should have only taken 20 minutes, but they had no accountability for the two hours it took them to get there.

At the end of the article, there was a phone number to contact the local chapter of MUFON, if anyone had anything to report, so I did. I told the woman who answered the phone what my family saw, and she asked me if I had ever seen anything before, and I stated that I had. She then asked if she could come to my home and interview me, and although I had never spoken to anyone about my experiences before, I obliged.

She asked me if it was okay for her to bring a medical doctor with her to examine me, which made me a little nervous, but I said it was okay. That doctor was Dr. Roger Leir. He asked if I had any strange marks on my body, or if I felt any strange "objects" under the surface of my skin, and I said that I did. There had always been this hard little piece of "something" right past the hairline on the left side of my forehead, what felt to me like a bone chip. It was really small, and I could kind of move it around a little when I touched it. It was in the shape of a triangle, and sometimes it was sore to the touch. I pointed it out to Dr. Leir. He asked me if I would like to have it removed, and I declined as I was deathly afraid of needles. I said I wasn't really that freaked out about it, as it had always been there as far back as I could remember. He made a note of it, and that was the end of that.

Or was it.

It was not long after that, that I became very curious about this strange object under my skin, and when I reached up to touch it, it had mysteriously vanished.

And was it pure coincidence that all of my malevolent contact ceased at that point?

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Random Alien Brain Drop. The Witching Hour

As far back as I can remember, I have always had things happen to me, or around me, that were amazingly coincidental.  I thought it funny, that certain events would spontaneously include someone from my past that I hadn't seen in years, or when I would think about someone, randomly, they would call me within minutes after thinking of them.

What does all this mean?  Synchronicity.  Is it precognitive?  

I have often wondered if my psychic ability is the direct result of my contact from otherworldly beings.  The more I research this phenomenon, the more I believe that it could be true. Could the telepathic exchanges occur because they tap into areas of the brain that world normally remain dormant?  The following experiences stand out the most in my memory, and they lead me to believe that I am correct.

When I was 19 years old, I was living at home with my parents, and was working at a local computer firm.  I had a very vivid dream one night where I felt as if I was a silent observer, as if watching a movie.  The scene before me took place on a golf course at night.  The moon was bright, and its light shone on the dewy manicured greens.  

I heard a car's engine in the distance, approaching me.  It's headlights shone on the grass, and I turned to my right to see a small car driving on the golf course.  The car was small, about the size of a Volkswagon Beetle.  The engine revved, and the car went squirrely.  I heard laughter, as if the occupants were obviously on a joy ride.

The golf course was full of little hills and mounds, and the driver decided to drive up one particular hill, and stop at the crest.  The engine revved, and the car screamed down the hill.  The grass was very wet, which provided no traction.  The car slid sideways, and when the driver tried to brake, it caused the car to do a 180, and they slammed into a tree.

I witnessed this whole thing.  The passenger side of the car had been T-boned by a tree.  I saw the driver get out of the car, and he was screaming.  The passenger, his girlfriend, had died on impact.

I woke up, and gasped for air as if I had been holding my breath underwater.  I felt like my dream was a horrible scene from a movie. I gathered myself together, and got ready for work.

While eating breakfast, I read the local paper, as usual.  What I saw before me, was beyond my comprehension.  A young local teenage couple went joy riding in a local golf course, and had hit a tree, fatally injuring his girlfriend.  I shut the newspaper, and told my mother about my dream.  She said that it was purely a coincidence, but I knew for a fact that I was there, at the scene, when it happened.  We never spoke about it again.

My second experience with the psychic dream phenomenon happened in 1993, when my oldest daughter was one year old.  I was going through a divorce from her father, who was Mormon.  I had converted to the religion so we could be married, and I subsequently became very involved in the church teaching music and Sunday School.

I had always been surrounded by members of the Mormon church as far back as I can remember. My mother worked for a irrigation company, and I used to babysit the owner's children quite frequently.  They were such amazing children, and very well behaved. My very first boyfriend in eighth grade, Benjie, was also a Mormon.  

At the time of my divorce, I was working as a hairdresser at a local hair salon, and raising my daughter as a single parent.  One night I had an extremely vivid dream that Benjie came to visit me, and he was wearing denim coveralls and a white T-shirt.  I hadn't seen him since he moved to Idaho in his freshman year of high school, so when he appeared in my dream I was so happy to see him again.

I opened my arms to him, and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again"!  I ran over to him and gave him the biggest hug.  It was real as anything, as if it was really him there and I was really hugging him.  And then I woke up.

The next morning I got ready for work, thinking about Benjie.  I went to work and I started to tell my first client about the dream that I had and how real it was.  As I was rolling her permanent, I looked out the window and saw one of my friends who attended the Mormon church with me, and he gave me a smile and mouthed to me,"Be right back".  He was a musician, and he was returning some equipment to the music store next to the salon.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the salon to say hello.  After chatting for about five minutes he said, "Hey, do you remember this guy'?  He walked to the door and opened it, and in walked Benjie!!! He was wearing blue denim coveralls, and a white T-shirt!!!  I looked at my client and said that was Benjie from my dream, and I tried to control myself as this was beyond belief.  I excused myself from my client, put my arms out and said, "Benjie, it is so good to see you again".

The next precognitive dream happened in 1994.  I dreamed I was in England, in the 1600's.  I was in a huge ballroom, dressed in a ball gown, my hair upswept a la Marie Antoinette.  The music was of the period- harpsichord, violin and cello filled the room.  A man approached me, and when I looked at him I realized that this gentleman was one of my clients at the salon.  He bowed, and asked my permission to dance with him.  I obliged.

We waltzed around the room when all of a sudden my grandmother appeared, but she was not dressed in period clothing, but in current attire.  She came in between us and said to my dance partner, "You cannot dance with her- you're a married man"!  He apologized to her, and then to me.  He bowed to me, and left the ballroom.  I woke up thinking that was so crazy, like I was really there, in a different time period.  I got up, and got ready for work.

While on the highway driving to work, I looked in my rearview mirror to merge into the right lane to exit.  But when I did this I recognized the person in the car behind me.  It was Terry- my client from my dream!  How could that be?  Out of all of the people that were driving on the highway at that time, how could he be right behind me?

I exited the freeway, and turned right.  So did he.  I made a left at the next stoplight.  So did he.  I made a right into the parking lot where I worked.  He followed suit. At this point, I am in a PANIC! I exited my car and ran into the salon.

I ran to the receptionist's station, where our daily appointment schedules are kept.  Apparently, after I had left work the day before my first client at 9 am had cancelled her appointment, and Terry had called in and filled her spot.  

I had no way of knowing this as I had checked my books prior to my leaving, and Terry was not my first appointment.

Synchronicity- what is it?  These things don't only happen while I am dreaming, as they're happening more and more while I am awake.

If you are an experiencer,  I would be interested to hear if you have had any similar experiences to the precognitive dream phenomena, or in your everyday life as well.


Friday, September 2, 2011

Random Alien Brain Drop Number 11. Captured Memory?

I was in a room with 4 other people.  I had no recollection of how I got there, but my heightened sense of fear led me to believe that I was involved in a very bad situation. There was a doorway that led to an adjoining room, and the door was ajar.  Inside the room, there was a woman sitting at a desk, wearing a blue jumpsuit, writing on a notepad.

The others around me seemed completely passive, but lucid.  The woman put down her pen, got up and walked towards us.  I started to panic, and I felt that whatever was going to happen next was not going to be pleasant.  She walked over to a a very large gentleman in our group, and picked him up off the ground with no effort at all!  I was dumbfounded, as there was no way a woman of her size would be able to lift 250 pounds.  This was not a human entity before us, and it again confirmed that something very bad was going to happen to us all.  The fact that he didn't even struggle made me feel that there was some sort of mind control going on, or that that his passivity was drug induced.  Either way, it was not good.  She took him into her office, and shut the door.

That's when the screaming began.  Only one of the others besides myself seemed to be alarmed by this, as he was the only one who noticed my reaction to the man's cries of distress.  I then realized that the screams were coming from the direction of a window in the room we were in. We went over to the window to see if we could see what was causing all of the commotion,

What we saw, was horrifying.  The man was lying on the floor, his body twitching and convulsing uncontrollably.  The gentleman next to me looked at me, and spoke to me telepathically.  He said let's help each other, work as a team to overtake her, as we were obviously stronger than him, as our minds have not been able to be controlled.  I nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the door swung open, and the woman entered the room.  She looked right at me.  Oh God no, not ME!  My co-conspirator jumped in between us, but she was able to grab my arm with one hand, and fling him across the room like a rag doll with the other.   He then got up, and tried to run over to me,  but when I looked at him, it was like his legs were made of lead, and he struggled to take just one step.

The woman then tried to get into my mind to control me, and a battle of consciousness ensued.  I tried to avoid eye contact, but she was mentally stronger than me, and she forced me to look at her.  At that point, I felt myself slipping away, succumbing to her will.

I woke up, my heart pounding out of my chest, gasping for air...


Thursday, September 1, 2011

Random Alien Brain Drop. Very "10"acious.

My daughter and I were sitting at the bar at a restaurant having dinner, when all of a sudden she looks at me and says, "Mommy look at that man standing outside".  I looked to my right, in the direction of the front door which was beside the outdoor patio.  A man, dressed all in black, was standing there, staring at us.  Although he wore dark sunglasses, I could still feel his piercing glare.  His head was shaved, and his presence was that of a bodyguard, or doorman at a club.

I looked away, completely creeped out by his cold, negative presence.  His energy sent chills down my spine, and the unsettling feeling I got from him was that his intentions we not good.  I turned back to my daughter, and asked her to look again, to see if he war still honed in on us.  She did, and he was.  Without wanting to seem obvious,  I carefully looked in his direction.   I tried to connect with his gaze, and I looked right at him.  He didn't even flinch.

I turned away, and looked right at my daughter.  I said I was really mad that this guy was invading our space.  I thought that maybe it would be a good time to stand up, and confront this negative energy, or entity, who was interrupting our dinner.  I turned to look at him, and he had changed his stance by standing "at ease", but instead of his arms being behind his back, they crossed his chest.  That made me feel anything but "at ease", and I quickly abandoned any thought I previously had to confront him.

I remembered my previous thought that he might be a doorman, so I scribbled a note on a cocktail napkin to the bar manager , and asked if he was an employee of the restaurant.  Unfortunately, he was not.  Crap.  Strike one.  I asked my daughter to look again, and she said OH MY GOD he is standing right next to you!  She then said, "It's like he's one of those men in black".

Now mind you, I have never seen the movie, and she had, so that was her only reference to explain this presence that was standing next to me.  I know who they are, and with her statement, I realized that she might very well be right.  And based on my life experiences up to this point, I wasn't the least bit surprised that he was making his presence known.  But instead of feeling intimidated by his presence, I was angry.  He was disrupting my evening, and I was pissed.  My anger was overriding my fear, and I decided to confront him, and tell him that I knew who he was, and to leave us alone.

I faced my daughter, and said that's it, I've had it.  I got up and turned around, but he was gone.  In the blink of an eye.