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?

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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.

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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...

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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.

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Random Alien Brain Drop Number 9...Number 9...Number 9...

For the past couple of weeks, things have been presented to me very quickly, and in very peculiar ways.  I came in contact with someone who is a fellow experiencer, after listening to his incredible journey in an online radio interview.  His experiences were very compelling, and he seemed very credible as his intuitions of coming world events were spot on, and he attributed his heightened psychic ability to his two near death experiences.

To say the conversations that ensued were very enlightening would be mild in comparison to how informative they really were, and I suddenly became that kind of information junkie who never stops asking more questions.  But, there were always more answers than I could wrap my head around.  I compare it to being in the Sahara desert, completely parched, and someone pulls up in a Sparkletts truck, with more water than you could consume.

During one of our conversations, about three hours into it he tells me that he is getting a message. He stops.  Then he says that he has goosebumps, and that "they" are giving him a message for me. I asked him who "they" were, and he says the ones who contact him.  The Pleiadians.  I sat there, completely stunned, nervously awaiting the message.  He tells me that I am going to be "international." and that I am going to go to different sites all over the world.   He then proceeds to tell me that I am going to be working on a certain project, which is exactly THE project that I am working on.  I am stunned.  There is NO WAY he could have known about this, as I never told him about it.  He then tells me directly, NOT the other project that I was thinking about prior to the second one.  Again, I am completely blown away.

He proceeds to tell me that I need to open myself to them, for they have many messages for me.
He instructed me to asked them, directly.  I went into the backyard, sat under the wind chimes, and did as I was told.

What happened next, was amazing.  Suddenly, my thoughts were not my own.  I felt as if a crowd of people were telling me things all at once, in unison.  I told them to STOP ( I actually think I said it out loud), and to speak one at a time.  They stopped, and they spoke to me in unison, but said the same thing, together.  The message that they gave me was posted in my previous blog, so if you scroll down, you can read it there.

Since that day, incredible things have begun to happen to me.  Synchronicity upon synchronicity, heightened psychic awareness, and precognitive dreams.  I am no stranger to these psychic dreams as during certain periods of my life I've experienced this, and they seemed to correlate to extremely active periods of visitations, and/or abductions.  

In the first dream, I felt as though I was whisked to another place, not here, but to another part of the world.  I "happened" upon the scene of a tour bus accident.  I was running to the bus, and as I did so I noticed that there were five other people running alongside me.  We all looked at each other as if we "knew" one another, but we shifted our focus back to the reason why we were there.  

The bus was laying on its side.  I don't exactly remember how I entered it, but I get the feeling that I just"appeared" inside of it. The bus was full of women and children, and I was immediately drawn to one woman in particular and her infant daughter.  She looked at me with complete desperation, and for some reason I knew that she didn't speak English.  She pleaded with me, telepathically, to please help her baby.  I looked down and saw that her daughter was wedged beneath the seat which had collapsed, and I proceeded to pry the seat off her, trying my best to keep from injuring her any further by doing so.

The child was wailing, and she had a gash on her chin and a bruise on her cheek.  I was able to free her, and when she was loose I helped the mother free as well.  I looked around to see where the other five people who entered the bus with me were, and I saw that they were all attending to the injured as well.  I scanned the interior of the bus to make sure that no one was gravely injured, or had succumbed to their injuries, and after assessing that everyone else didn't have any life threatening injuries I was suddenly whisked back home where I awoke in my bed.

I awoke completely shaken by what I had just experienced, and felt that it was SO REAL, that I was compelled to google "tour bus crash July 7 2011".  This is what I found.

http://www.thebulgariannews.com/view_news.php?id=129994

I have no idea what happened.  Was I sent there via astral projection? Did time overlap, or did I remote view this?  And who were the others that came there with me?  

The next night, I dreamed about a friend of mine, I'll call "Eddie".  Eddie is a "regular" patron at the bar where my boyfriend worked for nine years.  To put it bluntly, "Eddie" is a drug dealer, but I do not judge him, as he is what he is, and he genuinely is a nice person, and I have no reason not to like him.  I might not like what he does for a living, but that is not my journey.

In the dream, "Eddie" storms into my house, and I ask him what the heck is going on?  He says that the cops are after him, and that he is "holding", and asks if he can hide his stash in my house, which I refuse.  He pleads with me that he has a warrant for his arrest, and he cannot be caught with drugs, as it will violate his probation.  I refuse again, and he runs to the window, and peeks through the curtains.  The police car is out in the street, so he takes his stash, and throws it out the side window.

I woke up that morning, feeling as if that dream was again VERY real.  I think about it, and put it aside, and go about my day.  That night, I went to visit some friends for happy hour at the same bar that is "Eddie"'s hangout.  I walked in the back door, and I look across the room, and "Eddie" is putting money in the jukebox.  I walked over to him, and told him that i dreamed about him last night.  He asked me what happened, and I told him that I thought he needed to be very careful.  I said that I was having these psychic dreams lately, and in the dream he was running from the cops.  His jaw dropped.  He said that last night, he and his best friend had gotten into a fist fight, and that he looked across the street and saw a police car, so he ran to his neighbor's house to hide.  And as he was hiding, he peeked through the window, and saw that they were parked in front of his house!!!

Although these dreams took place last week, I am still trying to figure out what my role in all of this is.  Any thoughts?

Random Alien Brain Dropping. Better L8 then never.

Remain open, and you will receive.  This was the message I received today.

" I am here.  I always have been.  The subtle messages that you have received during this earth mission were intended for you, but you were not open enough to truly understand their meaning.  Every moment of deja' vu, or synchronicity, were comprehended as mere coincidence.  What you need to understand is that they were intentional, but you were too "young" to see them as such. 

The tools have always been there, and although they were always available, you have never chosen to use them, until now.  Like the other day, when you opened the drawer looking for something, but you could not see it.  You looked again, and it was right in front of you.

The time that you asked us to show ourselves to you,  during a time of complete distress, we did so.  Yes, that was us, and we re here.  You saw us because you were open.

Now is the time of your true awakening.  The messages that you have received in the past will now come forth in the present.  Because you have awakened, they will make perfect sense.

The feelings regarding certain people being in your life for a reason, is correct.  We have connected you with one another, but pay close attention to the ones with whom you experience great synchronicity.  Reevaluate what role they play on this earth mission,  and the answers will be given to you.

Your path was written before you arrived at your present existence.  You are here now to complete this task, as it is of great importance that you connect with the other star seeds, so that you may enlighten the others, who are not yet open, so they may see the paths that have been set for them".

Random Brain Drop Number Seven

My first recollection of my first alien encounter was just that.

An alien encounter.

When I was very young, the only thing I could think that was happening to me was that I was being visited by vampires or ghosts while I was sleeping, or that I was having extremely vivid dreams. No one ever talked about the possibilities of an alien existence outside our world, or that they would be here amongst us without our knowledge.

As I got older, I began to see pictures on book covers that struck a familiar chord with me. It was a drawing of a "typical" gray alien, and from that moment on, the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. Well, I thought they did then, but I now feel as though the puzzle has fallen on the floor, and all the pieces are laying in a pile. All of the research I had done was now defunct, and it was back to the drawing board for me.

I thought I had all the answers, via the powers of the internet, and through various witness's testimonies. I was an experiencer, a contactee, and I had been abducted. This was comforting in an odd sort of way, as although I wished not to belong to this group who had been taken against our will and been experimented on, at least I "belonged" somewhere. This past year has been the most enlightening one for me by far, and the most confusing, all because someone came forward and said that they were a MILAB.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, a MILAB is someone who is abducted by our own military. Most MILAB's abduction experiences began when they were very young. They were abducted by the military for various reasons, such as, but not limited to, medical experiments, hybridization, and military black operations. Most MILABS had family members who worked for military or government agencies, or they did themselves. Most MILABS had their IQ's tested when they were very young. Those children who were considered extremely intelligent were put into special classes for the extremely gifted. They were also sent so "special" summer camps, where they honed their "special" abilities.

All of the above pertains to me. When I was born, my father worked for Jet Propulsion Laboratories in Pasadena, California, and my grandfather worked for Cal Tech in the same city.

My father would bring home these weird electrical boxes and give them to me, and tell me to take them apart and put them back together again. I have no idea why, but I understood how to do this at 6 years old. My grandfather was involved in the first Apollo mission, and made the first hammer that went to the moon. It is presently floating around in space somewhere with his name on it, or is it? My mother had my IQ tested when I was 5. I scored very high, and subsequently I was placed in classes for the highly gifted in elementary and junior high school. I went to various summer camps, but I have no recollection that any one of them were "unique".

So who was it that visited me, and experimented on me? This definitely throws a wrench in the mix. My question to you experiencers out there is this- does any of this ring true for you?

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Random Brain Drop of the Sixth Sense

After watching an incredibly inspiring video last night entitled "A Guided Meditation Through Your Interiors", I was inspired to write about something that was shared with me during one, if not many, of my visitations with the beings who presented themselves to me. I think at this point, I should elaborate just exactly what I mean by "beings". When I was younger, the beings that appeared to me were the grays, the workers. They were like small children, maybe not any taller than I was at 4 years old (although I was tall for my age). My memories of them are quite vague, due to the fact that it was so long ago, or it might have been deliberate as I believe a lot of those experiences included abductions that were quite terrifying. Bits and pieces of the puzzle have been returning to me here and there like snapshots. Some of the pictures I wish did not exist, but they are part of who I am today, so in a way, I embrace them as part of my past like everything else. I do believe that samples of my blood were taken from me, as one of the snapshots includes another much taller being standing over me with a very long needle, but I don't remember what happened after that. These beings continued to make themselves known to me through my adolescence, and during that time there was still a great deal of fear involved, as I "knew" what they had done, and were doing to me. When I say "knew", it's as though I had a knowing, or a heightened awareness about everything around me, including when they were coming for me. I was around 9 years old when I noticed this heightened sensitivity, and Ii can recall waking up right before they came for me, and it gave me just enough time to try and hide from them, which was obviously futile. But I certainly remember hiding from them in the bathtub, behind my bedroom door, or in the closet. Eventually, I would just look out the bedroom window, close the blinds, and just sit on my bed and wait for them to come to me. I'm surprised now that I didn't just go out to them. These beings that appeared to me continued to do so through my teens, and it was during that time that I experienced a "shift" of sorts, and I believe that the abduction experiences went from traumatic, to enlightening. In retrospect, it's as if I'd "earned my wings", and I had graduated to the next level of the abduction "experience". My experiences were more about training and education, and I was finally allowed to board one of their crafts. It's as though the tables had had turned, and now I was learning about them. The beings were much taller, and dare I say elegant? Or was it that their vibration, or frequency was at a much higher level? I don't know, but our exchanges (yes- they were all telepathic) were very pleasant, and loving. It was at this time that I began to realize that they were here for a reason, and although I don't believe that all the different alien races that are visiting, or have visited our earth are here to help us, these beings were. One of the most important messages came to me during a visitation with one os these beings, but I have no memory of whether or not it was a physical being, or an energy being. The message was that we as a human race need to let go of the ego, as it is not the energy that we need to sustain ourselves on this planet. Humans are addicted to the ego energy being, as we feel it makes us stronger, and brings us much power. This is not true, as we need to become radiant beings to survive eternally. If you choose to become a magnet, you suck in all the energy to sustain only yourself. But if you take in the energy, and give the energy back out to the earth, and the universe, you become a radiant being, and radiant beings are eternal. Notice the difference- you are a magnet, and you suck all the energy only into yourself. You become radiant by emitting that light back to the universe, and radiant beings are eternal.

Random Brain Drop Number One

I am reposting this, because for some odd reason it completely disappeared from my archives.

After hearing story after story of female abductions that involved egg removal for alien hybridation, random thoughts (or memories?) have flooded my brain. In 1989, during the most incredible visitation i had experienced thus far, "they" told me that these memories would return, when it was "time". The memories of my childhood visitations and abductions are quite sparse, as of my brain is only "allowed" to grab single snapshots here and there. I believe that this is because those memories were either "deleted", or purposely suppressed, as they were most likely quite horrific. I think that most abductees are not randomly selected, and that they already have a plan for that one particular human "specimen" from beginning to end. Therefore, by suppressing these memories it allows the abductee to avoid the post traumatic stress of reliving the experience, and the possibility of suffering a nervous breakdown, which would disrupt their plan they had for that particular individual. Awhile ago, i began having a lot of dreams of being pregnant, and of holding a little baby girl in my arms. They were so real, and they were the same type of dreams that i had during both of my pregnancies, which resulted the births of two beautiful girls. The one thing that sticks out in my mind the most, was a beautiful woman handing her to me, and telling me that her name was "Grace". I was allowed to hold her, but then she took her away. I was not the least bit saddened by this, as i knew there was a bigger plan far beyond my comprehension at that time, and that i would see her again.

Random Brain Drop from the Fifth Dimension

I have always known from early on that there was something more than "this".  My childhood fascination with vampires, ghosts, and witchcraft were the catalysts in my desire for knowledge of the paranormal, or in other words, what was it that was out there,  other than the ordinary facade that was created for us to believe was "reality".  I could never put a finger on what it was that compelled me, but I was driven to find an answer.  Every weekend I would watch every Dracula movie, "Twilight Zone", "Outer Limits", "Star Trek"- you name it.  If it was related to the paranormal, I was all over it. These TV shows and movies confirmed the fact that there were other people like me who were driven to explore the possibilities of otherworldy, and inter-dimensional realities above and beyond our comprehension.  What compelled H G Wells the write both "The Time Machine" in 1895, and "The War of the Worlds" in 1898?  To say that he was way ahead of his time is an understatement.  I wonder where his vision stemmed from?  Was he an experiencer, contactee, or abductee? What about Jules Verne's "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", which was written in 1869?  Was he privy to information about the possibility of other life in the deepest fathoms of our earth?  The movie trailer for the time machine is quite prophetic, and although it was adapted in 1953, the visual impact is quite compelling as there things are coming to fruition as we speak.  Time travel and teleportation have been proven possible, as the laws of physics, science and nature are being rewritten almost daily.  It's interesting that "The War of the Worlds" was not made into a motion picture until 1953, six years after the Roswell "incident"  Maybe Roswell was the one event that made them scratch their heads and think that maybe Mr. Wells was probably not off his rocker, and they finally had the "golden ticket" to make a movie on the UFO phenomenon, 45 years after the book was first written.  I read all these books, including the Holy Bible, which I read when I was nine.  Although they satiated my cerebral palate, I still knew there was something something else out there.  Where were all the other books and movies about the other worldly beings- the ones the ones who had been visiting me since I was in preschool?  The ALIENS!!!  It's almost as they were intentionally overlooked,  to shroud us from the truth, and keep us in the dark.  I know that the knowledge we have had in regards to these entities who have lived among us for hundreds of years have been kept a deep, dark secret, and many have given their lives in their quests for disclosure.  So we are in a present day war with our world, but not for long.  Educate yourselves, your loved ones, and everyone else you can, as these times will most likely be changing in ways that you never thought possible.

Random Brain Drop Number Four

I was four years old, and in preschool.  It was the beginning of June, and we were all in the classroom getting ready for naptime.  I always dreaded this part of the day because I hated taking naps, and I would always just lay there completely bored our of my skull.  As soon as it was over it was recess, my favorite part of the day.  We all went outside, and I didn't feel like playing with anyone, so I went off by myself.  I thought it might be fun to do something different for a change, so I went exploring outside of the playground. There was an opening in the chain link fence that I could fit through, and I wandered out into the field behind it.  I noticed that a little ways out there was what appeared to be an abandoned barn, or shed of some sort, so I decided to go inside and check it out.  When I went inside, the sunlight creeped in through the wooden slats, and rays of light streamed in which gave an eerie diffused atmosphere.  I noticed an old saddle in the corner, and some hooks with a couple of bridles on them, and I knew then that it was indeed a barn.  I heard something move around in the rafters to see what it was.  It was a beautiful owl, and it was staring down at me.  I had never seen an owl before, and I was awestruck.  At that moment I started to hear a buzzing sound, like a swarm of bees, or maybe even June bugs, after all, it was June, so that made sense to me.  But then the barn's interior became extremely bright, as if it were lit up bu a flood light.  It was so bright that I had to cover my eyes, and it became so loud that i had to cover my ears!  I couldn't decide what to do- cover my eyes or plug my ears, so I knelt down on the barn floor and squeezed my eyes shut and plugged my ears in absolute fear. What was happening???  I wanted to run out but i knew if i opened my eyes it would be too bright to see where the doorway was, so I decided to remain on the floor until it stopped.  I got into the fetal position, and laid there for what seemed like only a few minutes.  When I could tell that the noise had finally stopped,  I opened my eyes, and everything was pitch black.  How could this be???  I looked at the doorway and it was DARK OUTSIDE!  What was happening??  Then I heard people outside the barn calling my name, and I distinctly heard my mother's panicked voice.  I got up and ran outside to a group of people carrying flashlights.  "I am over here", I said to them  My mom ran over to me, dropped the flashlight and scooped me up into her arms.  She franticly asked me why I was hiding in there, and I told her the whole story.  Needless to say she didn't believe me, and accused me of lying.  She spanked me so hard I started to cry.  She then told me that there was going to be more of that when we got home after my father got home.  It was at that point that I decided to keep all of these things to myself, because if even my own parents wouldn't believe me, WHO WOULD??

Round Three

I was being carried to my bedroom in the middle of the night.  I was four.  I could see the hallway ceiling above me, and whomever was carrying me there were very little, like me.  There were four of them- two at my shoulders, the other two at my ankles.  They tucked me into bed, pulled the covers up to my neck, and I fell asleep.

In the morning, i woke up and asked my mother for a band aid.  She asked me why and I said I needed it for my belly button because "they" told me that I couldn't touch it, or it would get infected. She said that was so silly, as I must have had a strange dream.  I begged her to please give it to me, so she finally went to the bathroom and got one and put it on for me.  I looked down to make sure that it covered it completely.  Satisfied, I went to the kitchen for breakfast, and nothing was ever spoken about this incident ever again.

Random Brain Drop, Round Two

Are we all connected?  Since we are all made up of the same matter, does that mean that we are all related to each other?  Are we all connected to each other in the same way as the stars in the universe?

Maybe a human being's existence on earth is akin to the stars in the universe.  Are we all protons and neutrons that swirl around atom Earth, with its core as the nucleus?  Do the stars exist as we do, in the atom called the Universe, with its center as its nucleus?

Are earth portals made up of the same dark matter that black holes are made of?  And when matter enters these black holes, where does it go?

When a star dies, is it the same as when a human being dies, as stars are referred to as celestial beings?  If so, where does the star's celestial soul, or energy go?

Random Brain Drop Number One

After hearing story after story of female abductions that involved egg removal for alien hybridation, random thoughts (or memories?) have flooded my brain.  In 1989, during the most incredible visitation i had experienced thus far, "they" told me that these memories would return, when it was "time".  The memories of my childhood visitations and abductions are quite sparse, as of my brain is only "allowed" to grab single snapshots here and there.  I believe that this is because those memories were either "deleted", or purposely suppressed, as they were most likely quite horrific.  I think that most abductees are not randomly selected, and that they already have a plan for that one particular human "specimen" from beginning to end.  Therefore, by suppressing these memories it allows the abductee to avoid the post traumatic stress of reliving the experience, and the possibility of suffering a nervous breakdown, which would disrupt their plan they had for that particular individual.   Awhile ago,  i began having a lot of dreams of being pregnant, and of holding a little baby girl in my arms.  They were so real, and they were the same type of dreams that i had during both of my pregnancies, which resulted the births of two beautiful girls.  The one thing that sticks out in my mind the most, was a beautiful woman handing her to me, and telling me that her name was "Grace".  I was allowed to hold her, but then she took her away.  I was not the least bit saddened by this, as i knew there was a bigger plan far beyond my comprehension at that time, and that i would see her again.