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Lately there has been talk about ETs being demons and all that
rot. I pose a question to you fundumentalists here: Could
Demons have been ETs? Could Satan, otherwise knonw as Satan a El
or En Lil or Lucifer...could this personage have been a
commnader in an advance squadron cme to this planet to do one
thing and wound up do somehting else, contrary to the commands
of his leader or superior? You decide. The following is a
description of a contiguous dream one man had over a period of
time on this nature of this very subject.
To Fundumentalist, I suggest you read up on the Sumerian
civilization as well as the Egyptian civilization. Then tie
those subjects into your reading on the evolution of
Christianity and do some comparitive religions study.
even your own Bible warns you to not take it literally.
I am submitting this file after a great deal of soul-searching. I
have at no time considered myself to be any different than anyone
else. When the events that are recounted below occurred, I seriously
considered seeking professional help. Instead, I turned within and
performed my own private introspection. I discovered that I can now
approach these incidents and accept them as factual and go from
there. I do not expect anyone to believe or to even actually read
this file. But, I feel that is necessary to at least "go-public" as
part of the healing process.
I am at this writing 38 years old. I am divorced and have custody of
my two teenaged sons. I am ex-Navy and work in the computer
I am an amateur writer and investigative correspondent for several
publications. Most specifically, I write for Firefighters.
I am not one of "God's Green Berets" in terms of religion. Nor am I
involved in an New Age, Wicca, or any other "alternative" belief
I like to consider myself as just a "regular guy". At the time of
the dreams, I had been separated from my wife and had just filed for
divorce. I was living at 130 Foothill Court in Morgan Hill CA. This
is a bedroom community located 35 miles south of San Jose CA. I was
deeply involved in research on a book that I was writing on
corelationships between the ZODIAC killings in the Bay area in the
70's and the Green River Killer of Seattle of the 80's. I relate all
of this information in that I feel that it is necessary that I "set
the stage" of exactly what was going on in my life and my
preoccupations of the time.
THE DREAMS BEGIN:
In late May of 1989, I was poring over a large amount of data that I
had recently received regarding the Green River Killer. My research
assistant, Laura Xenos, and I had spent the better part of the
evening cataloging the new data and correlating it to existing
information. My youngest son, Danial, was staying with my sister in
Seattle for the summer vacation and my oldest son Mike was visiting
a girlfriend in San Jose. At about mid-night, Laura and I decided
that we were both exhausted and decided to knock off for the night.
I convinced Laura not to drive all the way back to San Jose and she
went to sleep on the couch in my den. I retired to my bedroom and
went to sleep. However, like all good parents, I kinda had one eye
open to insure that Mike made it home OK.
At precisely 3:15am I awoke. My bed was situated in my bedroom in
such a manner that when the bedroom door was open, I could see down
the hallway to my sons bedrooms. When I awoke, the hall light was on
and there was a person standing in door of my bedroom. As you are
probably aware, when you awaken from a deep sleep, it is difficult
to focus on bright lights.
This being the case, I shielded my eyes from the hall light and in
my best imitation of a parent trying to be hip I said " Yo dude,
Isn't it a little late for you to be getting in???". The person(?)
standing in the door said in a calm and quiet voice "Go to sleep,
You will remember". I recall saying something to the effect of
"Yeah, right" and I rolled over and went to sleep. At 5:00am I woke
up, sitting up. That is to say I became aware that I was in my
bedroom and that I was sitting up in bed. I had no recollection of
sitting up, just that I was sitting there.
Being of a hopeless parental mind, I stormed into my sons room and
woke him up to chew him out for getting in at 3:00am. Mike told me
he had arrived at 12:30 and watched the end of the Carson show and
went to sleep. My son has never lied to me and this would not have
been a circumstance that he would feel that he had to lie to protect
himself (he's bigger than me). Confused, I went in and woke up Laura
and asked her if she had come to my room the previous night. She
said that she had been asleep on the couch all night and had not
risen until I woke her up.
I was duly troubled by the events of the previous evening. For the
rest of the day I had a nagging feeling that there was something in
my mind that was just out of reach. It is like when you are supposed
to do something for someone but just can't remember exactly what it
was. There was a guilty feeling that I couldn't identify.
Over the course of the day I dismissed the feelings and the thoughts
that had bothered me that morning. By the end of the day, I was
ready to go to bed (the first occurrence happened on a Friday
night). Mike had gone off and was going to spend the night at a
friends house in San Jose and I was relishing the thought of having
the house empty and quiet to myself. I went to bed at about 10:30
and drifted off to sleep. At this point I am not sure if both of the
below described dreams occurred on the same night or if one had
occurred the night before and had emerged when the second one
materialized. I do know that these dreams were in vivid color. I can
CLEARLY remember that point. I usually do not remember the details
of my dreams. But, in this case the details are clear and the colors
are extremely clean and concise.
DREAM 1, IN THE COUNCIL CHAMBERS
I am in a large room. It is not unlike the pictures I have seen of
the United Nations General Assembly Hall. At one end is a raised
dais that has several people(?) seated at it. There is a lot of gold
and silver in the clothing that the people around me are wearing.
The floor is a fine pastel blue not quite robins egg but close.
There is a heated argument taking place between a man on the floor
and the people(?) on the dais. I cannot see his head or face (the
man on the floor). Where his head would be is a helical light
alternating white and black (like a barbers pole). it is turning
counter-clockwise. That is if you were facing him, the helix was
turning from my right to left. It had the appearance of "screwing"
down into his shoulders. He is wearing a "toga" that is iridescent
blue/black and flashes when he moves his arms. I cannot see his
hands as the arms of the toga cover them. I am suddenly aware of a
presence to my left. I cannot see who it is. A quiet voice is
talking to me. I am being told that the little man in the silvery
blue/black robe is "Lucifer", ambassador from the Satanas
Federation. He is declaring the rights of the Satanas to do what the
please. The Council is advising him that the "experiments" must end.
If the Satanas Federation does not obey the "Doctrine" then there
will be war.
At this point I remember straining to hear what the voices. There
were no voices. It was more a lot of high pitched whines and growls.
It sounded a lot like a beginning violin player combined with a
beginning clarinet player. When I asked what the "doctrine" was, my
off-stage dis-embodied voice told me that it was that no one could
interfere with another culture.
Fade to black.......
DREAM 2, The 21
I am in a place without definition. there is a pinkish blur around
me. It can be likened to what a movie-maker would use to have a
dream-sequence in a movie. In front of me is a group of people. I
count 21 people standing in a "triangular" or a delta grouping in
front of me. At the point or apex facing me is a smallish woman
about 5 feet tall. She has black hair (raven black) it is straight
and severely cut straight and even with her shoulders. She has a
pale white complexion. Her eyes are striking. They are crystal clear
and the bluest blue that I have ever seen. They are almost
luminescent. Her lips are vivid red. I am sure that there is no
make-up on her face. Around her are the other 20 people. They are
all dressed in pale blue robes bound at the waist with a white rope
or cord. I cannot see their feet. From my left, a voice tells me
"This is your people" "You are the protector". I remember saying
"Yeah, right, I am a protector, I am overweight, wear glasses and
can barely defend myself". The voice didn't miss a beat, "You will
be changed". I can remember being both confused and curious. I asked
the voice " What am I supposed to do?, Who are these people?, Where
are we to go? (I just knew we were going to go somewhere)"
The voice replied "You will meet them when it is time, You will be
the protector, You will go over the river, past the mountain to the
I was getting a little agitated at this point. "Am I supposed to
lead these people like Moses or something?" The voice answered that
"She is the leader, you are the protector". "to show that you are a
protector, we are placing the mark of the protector on your vibronic
(sic?) aura to show others that you are a protector". At this point
I am suddenly holding a white ceramic molding that looks kind of
like a heart with one side gone. Not a human heart mind you, but a
"romantic" heart. The voice says "This is the mark of the
protector". "You will know from your memories when it is time to go"
Again I was confused "What memories?" The voice then told me about
Bio-Chemical memories that are implanted in the DNA structure of the
receiver and can be activated at will. I didn't understand what he
was telling me and I really cant even begin to recount it but I knew
that I didn't understand it and that try as I might to absorb what
he was saying I couldn't grasp it all. There was a great deal about
Cerebrum synapses and the bio-chemical programming being superior to
crystal implants. I am not a doctor or a clinical type so it didn't
mean a great deal to me. I remember the dream most vividly, but the
clinical details of this portion of the "conversation" remain just
out of reach so to speak in my mind.
Fade to black.....
THE NEXT DAY, AND A VISIT TO THE SUPERNATURAL.
When I awoke on Sunday Morning, I was disturbed. I had full and
complete remembrance of these dreams at this point. Not only did I
remember each detail most fully, the dreams had been in color. I
could not ever remember ever having a dream in color. The face of
the black haired woman was vivid in my mind. I thought about the
dreams all day. I worked on my manuscript through most of the day.
When I went to bed Sunday evening, I was still thinking about her.
That night I had the same dream(s) again. Now I don't know if it was
induced by me re-living the experience in my mind of my own volition
or if there was an outside influence. Regardless, I had the dreams
again. I continued to have the dreams for several nights. I was
getting paranoid and scared. By Friday, I was afraid to go to sleep.
I had been awake for about 36 hours. At this time I had been
"dating" a woman who was active in the more esoteric aspects of new
age. I was aware of her beliefs but we never talked about it. I told
her that I was not going out Friday night with her, and I told her
that I was disturbed by some dreams that I kept having. At this
point, I had told NO-ONE about these dreams. I was afraid that
people would think that I had gone "around the bend".
Linda convinced me to talk to an acquaintance of hers that was a
"channeler". I had no bloody idea what a "channeler" was or what the
I agreed to see the channeler. That night I visited a woman named
Amaya. I was nervous about all of it partially because I was
exhausted and partially I didn't know what to expect. Amaya was an
older woman. she was smallish and very delicate looking. She had a
soft quiet voice and was extremely polite. She offered me a cup of
herb tea and told me to relax. I told her that I had been having
some dreams that were disturbing me and that Linda had said that
maybe she could help. At this point she looked extremely
uncomfortable and asked if she could invite another person to join
us. I didn't know what to think. I said sure, no problem. I was
uneasy though. I didn't know if this was satanic or if we going to
cut a calf or what. In a few minutes a man named Roger came to the
house. Amaya then explained that she had invited Roger over because
while she was talking to me she was being overtaken by a powerful
force, more powerful than anything that she has ever encountered and
she wanted Roger to be there in case he was needed. Amaya told me
that there was someone who wanted to talk to me most emphatically,
she said that it was as if her body were being wholly attacked by
sandpaper. She said all of her nerve endings were being stimulated.
She looked frightened. Roger asked if she wanted to go through with
it. She said she didn't know. At this point, I didn't know what to
think. I felt that I could be in the middle of a con job or a gypsy
scam or whatever. Again it is important for me to relate that I had
still not told ANYONE about the content of the dreams. Roger got a
tape recorder and set it up and told me that I could have a record
of the events. I was becoming convinced that it was a con-job. Then
the most incredible thing that I have ever witnessed took place.
Amaya was sitting across the table from me in her kitchen, the tape
recorder was on the table between us. Roger was sitting to my left.
All of Amayas facial features began to change. I don't mean that she
distorted her face, I mean they CHANGED!. Her long thin face changed
to a more round face, her cheeks puffed out as if she had suddenly
gained 20 pounds. Her complexion darkened almost to that of a Latino
or Arab. Her eyes took on a almond shape and drew back not quite
into an oriental look. When she opened her eyes, they were no longer
blue, they were black! That is there was no color just two black
holes in the white.
When she spoke, gone was the soft quiet voice. What came out was a
loud booming voice. It had a distinct accent that was kind of like a
Jamaican but more Spanish.
What follows is a direct transcript of the tape that was made:
You are indeed a protector.
You were chosen many lifetimes ago
You have been trained for this duty throughout your lifetimes
You volunteered for this.
You will be changed for this duty.
You have been given memories that will be activated when you need
We have done this because your technical-analytical mind will
these memories and you will not accept them.
You can quit this duty whenever you decide.
You have a free-will
Your Vibronic (sic?) aura bears your mark
(ROGER> "Let me see if I can detect it"
--Roger begins to run his hands around me not unlike a mime doing a
(ROGER> "There is something here"
It is as I have told you, you bear the mark of the protector.
(ROGER> "Here is what is there"
--Roger hands me a piece of paper that has a pencil drawing that is
EXACTLY the same as the white ceramic molding that I had held in
The girl is the leader. You are the protector.
The dreams are real.
You do not have to fear them.
They will end tonight.
There will be more dreams when you need them.
Do you wish to be a protector?
Do you have any questions?
(ME> "Yes, Many of them"
You may ask.
(ME> "Are there more than the people I saw?"
There are other groups.
Each 21 has its own protector.
This 21 is for you.
(ME> "The girl with the black hair is the leader?"
She is the leader but she does not lead the way that you are
She will be an example for the others.
They will follow out of their own free-will.
(ME> "How do I find them?"
When it is time, They will find you.
They will know you by your mark.
You will know them by the mark.
(ME> "What mark do they have?"
When it is time, you will know.
(ME> "Why is this happening now?"
You are being awakened to allow time for you to be prepared for the
Other protectors are being awakened now to prepare them.
The time is approaching for you to begin your duty.
When the world declares war on the South, it is time.
(ME> "What does that mean?"
You will understand in time.
(ME> "Who are they?"
They are the minds and the experiences of your race.
(ME> "What about my family?"
There will be more than just the 21.
You will have many people in your care.
The 21 are the core.
You are the protector.
(ME> "Does that mean that my family, my sons, will be with me?"
(ME> "Are you from the future?"
The future is like a river.
It goes in a direction.
There is no way of telling if there are eddies and backcurrents.
If you place a piece of wood in the water and track its movements,
then place a second piece of wood in the same spot in the water, the
current will never take the same route. To ask if I am from the
it be said that I am from A future.
(ME> "When you say that I was trained many lifetimes ago what do you
You were a warrior.
You fought many battles.
You died many times.
You volunteered when you were what you call a Comanchero.
(ME> "What is that?"
Your people call them Indians.
They were the last pure spirits of your race.
We spoke to them.
We were what they called the Bird Tribes.
--There is a period of quiet
Do you have any other questions?
(ME> "I know there are but I can't think of any."
There is a malevolence, an evil as your race perceives it.
It is dominating your plane.
We cannot interfere.
You must defend yourselves.
We go now
The tape was made during the session.
This has been validated by three separate persons.
Amaya at this point seemed to deflate. Her face changed back to its
original configuration. She was panting and covered with sweat.
I was both relieved and quite scared. I didn't know what to think.
After she had recovered, Amaya asked if she could listen to the
tape. I asked her if she didn't remember what was said. She said
that she had been in a "pink place" while we had spoken. She asked
me the name of who I had talked to. I had not asked. She said that
she didn't know who it was wither, but, she said that it was the
most powerful experience that she had ever had. I asked her if I
owed her anything. She said that she usually asked for $75.00 for
the services. (This immediately fortified my belief that this was a
scam) She said that she couldn't accept anything this time.
I tried to force the money on her. (I think that I was trying to
justify my own beliefs that this was a scam). As I was leaving, I
left $50.00 in a candy dish by her door. I felt better for it. I
went out to my car and took off for home. I got about 3 miles from
home and reached into my shirt pocket for my gas credit card, I came
out with the 2 twenties and the ten that I "thought" that I had left
in the candy dish. (Scary thoughts went through my head).
That night I slept the sleep of the wicked. I had no dreams and woke
up Saturday morning feeling refreshed and better than I have felt in
DREAM 3, THE CHURCH OF DISBELIEF
There were no dreams for several months. My son Mike helped his
girlfriends family to move up to Spokane in Washington state and
decided to spend the summer up there. Laura and I continued to
research my book material and my relationship with Linda wilted and
faded away. I was planning to take my vacation and take a camping
trip up to Spokane and pick up my son Mike, and swing over to
Seattle see my son Danial (he had asked if he could go to school in
Seattle). Laura was going to tag along to keep me company (strictly
a platonic relationship). During the course of the trip, We had
stopped for the night at a campground just outside of The Dalles in
I had hooked up my trailer and was making a campfire. I stoked the
fire and was watching it. I became aware of Laura asking me if I was
OK. I remember looking at my watch and seeing that it was only
7:00pm saying that was ok and that I was going to sit by the fire
for a while. Then Laura seemed to be shaking me asking me if I was
ok. I said that I had "just told her that I was fine" She said that
that had been almost 5 hours ago. I looked at the fire. It had gone
out and was cinders. I was perplexed. I had just been looking at it.
Hell, I had just started it. I looked at my watch. it said that it
was about 7:15pm. Laura showed me her watch. It said that it was
well past midnight. My watch was running and didn't appear to have
any damage. I was a bit confused. I was very tired. We went into the
trailer and I went to bed. That night I had another dream.
I was in the air. Flying I guess. I was looking down on an area of
trees and green grass. There was a river that snaked through the
area. There was a community of houses nestled in a crook in the
river. Amongst the houses was a small white clapboard building. I
swooped down, circling the white building. As I approached a ground
level, I could see the steeple. It was a church. It resembled the
caricature of the country church. I circled the building and
suddenly I was standing in the grass behind the building. It was a
warm evening. The sky was just darkening. I could smell the newly
mown lawn as I approached the rear of the building. There was a door
standing open. I went into the building. I seemed to have entered
the church from behind the pulpit. Standing at the pulpit was a
rather overweight man that was emphatically trying to make some
point. I couldn't hear what was being said. There was the same
screeching that had been present when I had been in the council
chambers in the other dreams. I looked at the congregation. There
were looks of shock and disbelief on their faces. Sitting among the
congregation, there were several people(?) that had the same helix
in place of their head. When I saw them I suddenly felt enraged.
Each of them rose and quickly left the building. I rushed out after
them. When I got outside, they were gone. The Voice was suddenly in
my ear (off to the left again), "They are everywhere" I was
informed. "They discredit those who suspect the truth" I turned and
went back into the church. The overweight man was still at the
pulpit, the congregation still in shock. It was as if my dash
through the church had not even been noticed. I was confused.
fade to black.....
DREAM 4, THE BREEDING TEMPLE
The remainder of the trip was uneventful. We went to Spokane, picked
up Mike and went to Seattle. My son Danial was staying with my
sister. When we all descended upon my sisters house, it was a little
crowded. I opted to sleep on a rollaway bed in the rec-room
(converted garage). The first night there, I decided to walk down to
the local 7-11 about three blocks away for some milk. You can see
the store from my sisters front door. I had what I felt was an
uneventful walk to the store, I bought the milk and returned home.
When I walked in the door, my sister jumped up off the couch and
demanded to know where I had been. My sons came rushing out of the
bedrooms and before I knew it there was everyone asking me if I was
ok. I continued to tell them that I had just went to the store. I
was then told that I had been gone for several hours and that my
sister had called the police and listed me as missing. The 7-11
clerk had told the police that I had been there and bought the milk
and had left. When I checked the milk that I had purchased, it was
still cold, as if it had just been removed from the cooler. That
night I had another dream.
I was standing on a hill. There were evergreen trees all about me. I
was at the edge of a clearing that went down one side of the hill.
The clearing was green and grassy. Sitting at the foot of the hill
was a building. It was a stone (granite?) building that had columns
in the front not unlike the Lincoln Memorial in Washington DC. I
have no remembrance of coming down the hill but I am suddenly
standing in front of the building. I go into the building and in the
anteroom there are trappings (tapestries) on the walls. They are
black and there are gold foil ideograms (characters) on them. It is
reminiscent of oriental writing but with a more Aztec look to it. (I
don't know why I thought that it was Aztec, I wouldn't know Aztec if
it bit me) I pass through the anteroom and enter a room that has a
"tank" in it. When I say tank, I mean that it was like there was a
pool with the sides made of glass. You could see into the tank and
the liquid hat was in the tank was a pale blue in color. It was not
unlike blue milk in consistency. As I enter the room I can see a
woman in the liquid at one end of the tank. The tank appears to be
about 6 feet wide, 8-10 feet long and about 2 feet deep. The woman
is middle aged (40's ?), short blonde hair. She has a "sprinkling"
of freckles on her face and chest (she is nude) She gives the
appearance of being very complacent and pleased. Her eyes are
closed. She bears a striking resemblance to Barbara Bel-Gedes (of
Dallas fame) but younger. She is sitting in the blue liquid up to
her chest. I can see her breasts . The Voice is there with me. He
tells me that she is part of the "breeding stock". There is motion
at the other end of the tank. I turn and I can see a "child"
suspended (seemingly) just off the surface of the liquid. The child
is about 8-10 years old. He seems to "float" towards the woman. As
he passes in front of me I can see his penis. It is long and thin
and I am reminded of a knife blade. As he approaches, she raises her
legs and he mounts her and they copulate. The Voice tells me that he
(the child) is one of her offspring and that this breeding is
necessary to "strengthen the strain". The Voice tells me that once
impregnated, she will be kept in the liquid as it is a "stasis"
solution that accelerates fetal growth. In the third month, the
fetus will be removed and she will once again be impregnated. The
fetus is placed in another "growth" tank and the stasis solution
will allow for rapid development. When the fetus(?) has developed to
what can be likened to a 8-10 year physical development, they are
"born" out of the stasis solution. At this point their brain is
empty. there is no personality development no maternal bond. Call it
what you like. They (the fetus) is like a PC sitting there with no
programming other than the DOS. the body functions are there, but
they have no drive, no purpose. The Voice tells me that these
humans(?) are the Drones. They are just slaves to perform tasks at
the discretion of the malevolence.(Note-the Voice never identified
the others as anything more than the Satanas or the malevolence).
When I ask if the woman is there of her own will, The Voice tells me
that she is one that had been "taken" and there are hundreds and
hundreds of others that have been "taken" for breeding stock. The
Voice told me that occasionally the malevolence enhanced the strain
by introducing an "outside fetus". These are usually removed from
the maternal unit (his words not mine) between the third and sixth
month of gestation. They are then placed in the stasis and developed
and introduced as breeders.
Fade to Black....
DREAM 5, BACK AT THE TEMPLE
I can remember awakening and feeling quite confused and disturbed by
what I had seen. The day was totally uneventful, that next night, I
had the same dream. This time when I entered the "temple" I am
slightly off to one side of the tank. There is a different woman in
the tank. This time it is a younger woman very slight of build with
long red hair that hung down and was in the blue liquid. I was
struck by the length of her hair. The scene was the same as the
previous night, except that in this position I now saw something
that I didn't see the previous visit. This time I could see that
standing in the liquid, wearing a "robe" that was the exact same
color as the liquid there were small people(?). There were one on
each side of the woman. They were holding her at her shoulders and
legs. As the "child approached, I could now see that he was being
held by two of the same beings(?). The Voice informed me that the
breeding temples were run by Drones. The malevolence only
occasionally visited or showed up. I felt the rage building inside
of me again similar to that which I had experienced at the small
Fade to black......
DREAM 6, WAR
I returned to my home in Morgan Hill. There was no unusual events
for several weeks. Then one night the last dream occurred.
I am in the middle of a pitched battle. I appear to be in a bombed
out building or structure of some kind. I am with a small blonde
man. He has bright blue eyes. He is handing me a silver metallic
cylinder about two feet long and about 5-6 inches in diameter. It is
heavy. At one end there is a red lens like a magnifying glass. The
other end is sealed and is silver and metallic. On the side of it is
a small hole that goes into the cylinder at an angle. He hands the
cylinder to me. He then shows me how to hold it. My thumb goes in
the hole and my fingers wrap around the cylinder.
I hold it under my arm against my side like a football. My left hand
supports the cylinder under the front near the lens. He explains
that it is an ionic projector. It is a weapon that is used in the
war. He tells me that it is used to disrupt the nervous system of
the enemy. All about us there are explosions and flashes of light.
He turns and picks up another cylinder and pokes out through an
opening in the wall there is a hum as the cylinder projects what
looks like red light. It is not like a laser, it is more like a
searchlight. I see the "enemy". It is a lizard like creature. It is
about 8 to 10 feet tall. Very thin and bony. It is moving slowly and
deliberately. I point my "weapon". I don't know how to fire it.
"Push with your thumb" the blonde says. I do so. The red light
flashes on my target. It crumples to the ground. I can now see its
weapon. It looks like a Viking sword about 4 feet long. There
appears to be a handle at right angles to the blade about halfway
down the blade. There is an enormous flash of bright blue light. I
turn to look at the blonde man. There is just a pile of black ash
where he had been. Suddenly The Voice is there. He is telling me to
go.. I don't know where to go. I am confused. I am angry. Where is
the blonde man?
I am suddenly in a pink place not unlike that of DREAM 2. there is a
silver metal table in front of me. Laying on the table is a small
It has a large head and enormous almond shaped eyes. There are no
ears and two holes where a nose should be. The mouth has no lips. it
is slightly open forming a oval in the lower part of the head. The
neck is extremely thin and does not look like it would have the
strength to support the massive head. The Voice is telling me that
this is the enemy that I will have to fight(?). He tells me to turn
it over. I reach out and push the body onto its side. It is cold and
rather damp. It feels like a lizard, leathery and soft. I am looking
at the back of the head. There is a hole (oblong) at the base of the
neck where it meets the head. The Voice tells me that the creatures
have two brains. Anterior and Posterior. (I have since learned that
this means front and rear), The creatures use the brains
simultaneously. Because of this, it is almost impossible to kill the
creatures. If shot, unless shot in both the front and rear of the
head, the creature continues to live. One of the brains is dead, but
the other continues to carry on. If one of the brains dies, the
"power" is now diminished but not terminated. I asked The Voice what
the "power" was. He told me that these creatures (I have since
learned that these are what are called GREYS) have a telepathic
capability. this is limited however. They have to be very close to
you to telepathically link. They have learned to overcome this by
implanting a "crystal" on the optic nerve of humans (its about 2-4
microns in diameter). This crystal is "tuned" to the frequency of
the "intruder". It seems that each of the GREYS has a unique mental
frequency that allows mental privacy. If they want to communicate,
they "switch" to a mental frequency that is for communicating. The
"hosts" (humans) are not on that frequency. The crystal implants
allow the "intruders" to attach to the mental processes of the
"host". For the PC literate in the reading audience, it is like
using a PC Anywhere or Carbon Copy software. The remote suddenly has
full and complete control over the host. The Voice informed me that
there are many "controllers" among the GREYS. Each "controller" has
20 to 30 "hosts" that he maintains. The crystal also enhances the
range of the telepathic "power". While without the crystal, there is
a certain amount of telepathic communicative ability at an extremely
limited distance, the crystal allows for the "control" of the host
from a distance that can be several miles away. Thus a "pod" of
GREYS can summon up an army of 100 to 200 humans and direct them to
do what ever they want. (The Voice told me that the malevolence
(GREYS) operate in groups they call "PODS" of 8 to 10 with one being
the leader). Killing off the human "hosts" does little to diminish
the threat. The "controller" has to be taken out. This is what The
Voice was trying to show me.
The Voice told me that there have been many cases of a malevolence
being shot by a human. But, because of the bony plate that divided
the brain cavities, the posterior brain continued to function. This
bony plate is what we would call bullet-proof. In many cases the
human was given the impression that the shot had no effect. A shot
to the body had little to no effect. The Voice told me that when "in
the field" the malevolence wore a suit that was made up of a
material that had a molecular density 100 times what is common on
our planet. A bullet would not penetrate the material. The Voice
told me that other then shooting them in the head frontal and rear,
The only other approach was a penetration at the rear of the head
where the neck meets the head. A straight penetration for 3 to 5
inches will sever the cerebral cortex. It seems that the two brains
communicate with each other via a "wire" (nerve bundle) that passes
through the bony plate. The Voice stated that a knife blade or a
gunshot (dicey but possible) would immediately "kill" it if it was
hit in this area. I asked how this one had been killed. The Voice
told me that he had been killed "in the war" and was here to show
"protectors" what to do. I told The Voice that I didn't think that I
could kill anything. The Voice said that I would when it was
necessary. For the first time, I asked The Voice who he was. He told
me that he was a "teacher" and could not tell me any more than that.
I felt satisfied with that answer (although I don't know why). I was
warm all over.
Fade to black....
That was the last dream that I have had to date. Several things have
occurred that are almost miraculous in nature from that time.
Without apparent effort, I have lost about 65 lbs. I received a job
offer that relocated me from CA to WA. Much in my life has settled
and I am content.
I have related the events listed above as part of something that I
feel the need to do. I really don't care if you believe me or not. I
am not a prophet of doom or, like some others, trying to line my
pockets by pretending to be some kind of authority. I am just a guy
that seems to have been thrust into an unusual circumstance. Ignore
it? no chance. I am sure that I have had these dreams. Whether they
reflect reality or not remains to be seen. At this point I merely
know what I know. I have come to accept what has occurred and am
continuing my life. I refuse to go to the mat and try to convince
anyone that what has occurred is real. If you chose to not believe
it, so be it. If you choose to believe that what I have related is
true, so be it. I know that it occurred. Since that time I have done
a lot of reading and learning about the UFO community and the
promoters and the nay-sayers. I am certain that I will be de-bunked
and called a phony and all the rest. Confidentially, I don't give a
ragged rats ass. I know what I know.
Hasta La Bye-Bye
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