Alien Abduction Discussion Group

I was born in April of 1952. I don’t remember much of my childhood, however, I do remember my “teacher”. He/she/it would come to me at night in the dark and teach me telepathically. What about? I don’t know.. I was told it would be revealed to me in time. My teacher would guide me to a world where I could fly over beautiful colored lights that looked like cities of crystals. As I grew older, I lost the ability to enter this world.

As a young child, I refused to speak English and only spoke in an unknown language. My parents thought I was retarded. It took 8 years of private speech to where I could speak fluent English. I still speak in this unknown language anytime I want, especially in my sleep (my partners have told me). Yet, I haven’t a clue to what it means.

Before my mother died, she would tell me how as a young boy she would find me setting in a tree in our backyard crying. When she asked me why I was crying, I would try to explain to her that she and my father were not my real parents but only guardians. Why would a little boy tell his parents such words? My mother said she would ask me where my real parents lived and I would point towards the sky.

All my life I have had dreams of aliens. I believe I have been taken to their ships are planets many times as I sleep. I have never been afraid for somehow I KNOW these beings.

In 1998 a friend of mine dying from AIDS awoke from a comma suddenly to tell me… “The Creator of the Universe wants you to know that you are the Keeper of the Water!” Afterwards, he fell back into his coma and died a few days later. A couple of years afterwards, a friend, and I were visiting Santa Fe New Mexico. We were eating lunch at an outdoor cafe. A Woman passed by us and then turned around. She came up to our table and said, “Excuse me for interrupting your lunch, but you are the Keeper of the Water. It is extremely important that you contact the Hopi Nation.” She turned around and left.

For months, I searched the internet in hopes of finding the meaning to the Keeper of the Water. Finally, I found an email address of a Hopi… Barbara Hand Crow. I sent her an email explaining my story. About 3 months later, my cell phone rang. It was Craig Carpenter. He told me that Barbara Hand Crow had sent him my original email and included within it that it was urgent that he contact me. He told me that he was the official spokesperson for the Hopi Nation. He went on to ask me many, many questions that all seemed like he had known me all my life. One question was… “As a small child did you have a “teacher” that would come to you at night? Did you speak in an unknown language which you still speak today!!!!” I freaked out. After about 2 hours of conversation, he asked me to write down my entire life story so he could present it to the Hopi Elders. I did. He presented my story and after reading it, the Hopi Elders summoned me to appear before them. I was so excited! Craig Carpenter said that he definitely wanted to go with me and that I should wait until he and his wife returned from a lecture tour of Germany. I never heard from him again. I never went to the Hopi and still have no clue to what Keeper of the Water means!

Then I met a man in Boulder, CO named Scott Mandelker. He wrote the book “From Elsewhere – Being ET in America”. He actually interviewed me for his book and totally believed I was a Wonderer, an ET Soul living in a human body. I moved to Florida and lost contact with Scott.

I could go on and on about my life. Yet, at 58 years old, I still don’t have a clue to who I am and why I am here. I have always believed I had a great purpose to fulfill… I know.. Don’t we all? Nevertheless, I have been told hundreds of times in my dreams this very thing! A year ago, I had a dream where 2 very tall, beautiful, royally dressed beings came to me. Somehow, I immediately knew they were my REAL Parents. I ran and embraced them and cried. I asked them why they were so young looking and yet I was so old. They explained that I was in a different time dimension. They went on to explain that I was their son and a Prince who entered into multiple human incarnations to grow spiritually so I could return to my planet and lead my fellow beings with the wisdom and spirituality of thousands, if not millions of years incarnations.

Then I had another dream where I was walking down a street and suddenly several of these beings walked up to me and asked me to follow them around the corner. Once we were off the main street, they asked if they could scan me with some sort of device they had. When I asked why, they told me that they no longer recognized me for I had been in several different bodies. Once they scanned me… they said… “You are him…” and they bowed to me.

A few months later I had a dream where a huge, black box was floating down a hallway searching for something… everyone ran and hide in fear of this floating box, including me. The box found me however. I thought it was going to destroy me; instead, a strange language came forth from the box. I understood it and spoke back in the language I have spoken since childhood. The box stopped… and literally bowed to me. I awoke only to remember the box and not the language.

Only last week I had a dream where I ran outside. It was dark and I saw in the distance lights moving in the night sky. I ran back into the house to tell everyone that the aliens had finally arrived. As we moved to the front door to open it… suddenly the door opened itself and there stood a being covered in glowing lights. I was off to the side of the door, but the figure bowed to my friends and covered them in light. Then it turned to me, bowed to me, and covered me in light.

All I know for sure is that my life has been one of seeking to KNOW who I am and why I am. I DO KNOW that 2012 is the end of duality for all of us who choose it. We are to ascend. I also KNOW I came here to be major part of the coming ascension and that all my incarnations have led to this moment in time. Beyond that… I haven’t a clue.

What is the Keeper of the Water… who am I… am I really a prince from another planet? What do all my dreams mean? Who are the very tall, beautiful, almond shaped, turquoise/blue colored eyes beings that keep coming to me in my dreams? Why do I dream of having great powers.. Powers of healing etc?
Several months ago I found on the web the messages of SaluSa. They deeply resonate with my spirit. I have grown to trust in her words. If possible, would you please ask her about me, this email, and if she could give any insight and guidance to who I am, where I’m from, if I really am a Prince destined to return to some planet (my true home), and most importantly… how can I be Service to Others and to Mother Earth as we prepared for the Ascension?

PLEASE,can you help me?
Fred
fkunkel709@comcast.net

Ever since I was little I felt like I didnt belong…it was like being two different people at once…a part of myself wanted to give into fear and anger it wanted to deny the possibility of anything other that wasnt  in my “safe zone”. Then the other part was so different it was like having someone inside of you to guide you. Its mostly a psychic feeling of knowing, having knollege that is beyond normal conscious thought. Its like operating on another dimensional plane. An inner feeling of awareness. Where fear does not have to exist. Its strange telling other ppl this…I might as well say my part in this. It started as buzzing noises like bees hundreds of bees as if shaking your very soul. I know that horrible feeling…the powerlessness. I used to fight it I would challenge them as if it were a fight to the death…I have broken free from that paralysis…only to break free from myself and what I grew up thinking was reality. How did I do it? I accepted it. Something deep inside me made a connection with them…I could feel them inside me, then I could hear their voices inside my head they said,” Don’t be afraid we are you and you are us”. All the fear all the pain immedietly subsided. I felt a rush of joy and sadness and longing…I felt like they truly understood me, they knew who I was and now I feel a belonging with them. All my life I have felt that longing, I looked to the stars and I knew somwhere out there was HOME…I know it might be hard to belive but there have been far too many coincidences.

I’m going to keep this short so that it is actually read.  I didn’t decide to tell too many people about, “aliens”, until I was 50, for very obvious social reasons. 

With this decision … I decided to do a lot of reading on others being abducted, to raise my understanding.  I have eight years of engineering university work and am not easily fooled. 

After covering material by some of the researchers in the field who have been working with abductions and relating the information with my families experience with these entities, I am now horrified to except that my life, and my childrens lives have been controlled by these creepy crawlies.

Don’t get me wrong, for years I truly believe that I was this princess grandaughter of this great and powerful Oz……the bolony they actually use to con with is enormously enticing to believe.  Please don’t believe them.  Please.  They in no way have any insight into your being something special.  That is part of their game plan.  However being part of the human race means that you are special……and these invasions of our very soul should not  be happening to any of us.

I have decided to write a book from the prospective that has come with a great deal of hindsight.  As well, I  believe there is a way to track what these entities are doing, at the time thier doing it.

It’s been a long time since I’ve thought about this, but watching something on TV reminded me and I went looking on the ‘net to see if anyone else had had similar experiences.  Seems they have.

At the age of 13 I had an extremely vivid ‘dream’ of alien abduction.  In my ‘dream’ I woke up in a wedge-shaped room.  I was lying on my back on a curved, padded bench which followed the outer curve of the wall.  I remember the colour scheme was 70s brown & beige and I brushed aside the curtains and saw the ocean arcing away beneath me at an impossible angle (I was standing upright but the angle of the room to the ground was around 45 degrees and moving swiftly).  We were over the bay near where I lived and I recognised the lights of the port and ships beneath the craft.

Then a blonde guy came into the room – or was suddenly just sitting on a chair beside the makeshift bed.  I don’t remember which.  He was very good looking, longish blonde hair to his shoulders and had blue (or gold?) eyes.  I remember feeling euphoric seeing him, and he looked amused.  It was almost as if I was in love with him.  I’d have done anything for him.  He talked to me in a low voice for quite a while but I only remember the gist of it – which sounds REALLY corny and embarrasses me to repeat it, but basically he said the earth was dying and they were creating another planet where some of us humans could start again.  Then he said I was to be a ‘guardian’ for animals – I think that’s what he said – when he sent me back.

Then there was a short grey alien creature with the huge eyes – you know the ones, and it led me out of the room into the centre of the craft, which had a control room.  The craft then piloted to a much larger craft.  I then next remember being on board.  The blonde guy was showing me the interior of this much larger craft.  There were very tall creatures, pale with bony crests down their backs.  They didn’t speak and seemed to be communicating telepathically.  I got the impression they were incredibly strong.  They were leading naked humans after them.

There were a few of the short, grey aliens but not many.  They gave off an air of annoyance and hostility where the tall ones just ignored me.

That’s all I remember.  To me, it was just a dream that left me euphoric and yearning to leave my home, as probably plenty of teenagers did.  Until one day, maybe a year later I was in a book store and saw the Communion display.

I walked out of the shop.  I was shaking.  I felt sick.  I walked back into the shop.  I bought the book.  I pulled the cover open and started reading, feeling shocked and scared.  Up until this point, I hadn’t been exposed to the ideas of greys and nordics or any other alien stuff.  I wasn’t interested, I was busy being prepubescent.  My parents hadn’t even let me watch Close Encounters at that point although I’m sure they’d discussed aliens at some point with family friends who were interested in science and the stars, and probably within my hearing.  But the image on the cover of that book – was SO vivid, so familiar.

As I read the book I got more and more terrified.  I hadn’t had any of Whitley’s terrifying experiences – I’d felt completely loved up when I’d been in my dream, but it had been so vivid – the most vivid dream I’ve ever had, that when I woke after it, I actually wrote in my diary – ‘A dream?’.  But of course, being a pretty sensible person, I left it at that – at the time.

So, now, I read his book and from that point on, I lived in fear.  One day, I tore the cover off the book and threw it away, as I couldn’t bear to have it in my room, but I couldn’t throw the book away.  I felt as if it was a connection with something strange that may have happened to me.

Maybe it was real, maybe it wasn’t.  But as I read, and as I saw the news articles which started to appear around the same time, I really did start to wonder if it’d been real.  The sensations in the dream were to visceral – I remember so clearly how it felt to swing over the ocean but feel no momentum.  How it felt to be in the presence of the blonde guy and his amused expression.

I will never decide if it was real or not.  I would prefer that it wasn’t.  I haven’t searched for implants, although I’ve had some other strange experiences, most of which are likely anxiety related.  I saw a counselor for a while after I read the book, but I was scared to talk about what was really bothering me.   Driving down stretches of lonely roads at night left me feeling sick and desolate.

I don’t know if it’s just a memetic phenomenon, whether we’re all imagining it to make our lives more interesting or the stories just get absorbed and lived out in our dreams as we go about our business but I do know that my story isn’t unusual or unique and to this day I wonder what the truth of it is.

Addendum:  There were also some strange marks on my back for years afterwards, pale dots in the shape of a triangle on my lower back.  I think they eventually faded.  They were like raised patches of skin without pigment.  Like scar tissue.

Hi, I'm new here and wanted to share my story by way of introduction.  I have actually had inexplicable marks appear on my body but can
find no way on this forum to post the photos so my story will have to suffice.

The marks appeared overnight on my arms. This occurred about 20 years ago. I found them while I was going through old photos and my
curiosity was re-sparked. This occurred in Colorado.

My husband noticed the marks one morning as I was preparing to shower. They were on the upper part of both of my arms and appeared as
though the pigment had been removed from my skin in perfectly round matching shapes. Essentially the marks looked like someone had
applied 2" donut shaped band-aids to my arms that removed or bleached away the pigment and then peeled the band-aids off.  I'm fairly
dark complected so they were pretty obvious.  Under each circular mark was a faint dot.  The marks had no unusual sensation at all,
such as pain or itching or anything at all. The one on my left arm was slightly skewed in that the circle was faded slightly on one side
and the dot under it was not centered as it was on the other arm. A silly description would be if someone had used a rubber stamp and
hadn't applied the pressure to the curve of the arm evenly. I went to my doctor and he had no explanation at all. The marks lasted for
about 3 weeks until I went on vacation and got a tan.  I had never had much interest in anything paranormal.

Some other things of note are:
For about a year before the marks appeared, I had been having periodic disturbing dreams of cats, owls, raccoons, coming for me and
hurting me, wheeling me into surgery, communicating with me telepathically, coming through the walls to get me, etc.
I would wake very unsettled as it always seemed as if more had happened than just a regular dream and I would feel very disturbed for
quite awhile as I tried to remember or get in touch with what it was. There was often physical pain while I was sleeping but I couldn’t
wake up.  Other repeated dreams that year included themes of the end of the world, massive floods, cataclysmic atmospheric events, etc,
and a few people were going to survive and everyone else would die. I was told I was to be one of them to help begin the new era. These
also had the sense that they were not just dreams but that there was something more to them that I just couldn’t get in touch with.

The night before we noticed the marks felt as if it hadn't happened. Both my husband and I commented that it was an unusual night. We
couldn’t remember one thing about the night and had woken up in the same positions we had fallen asleep in. Neither of us are generally
heavy sleepers and I always get up to use the rest room, which I hadn't done.

About four days after the marks appeared I began to have menstrual-type cramping but I was about a week past my regular cycle so it was
very unusual.  When the next monthly cycle did occur the bleeding was like a hemorrhage, it was so heavy I couldn’t leave the house or
bathroom.

I do have what I later learned is considered a ‘scoop mark’ on my shin. As far as I can remember it’s always been there. 

I had one other dream about six months after the incident of the marks. It involved cats coming through walls and hurting me. I
experienced another period like the first one when my next cycle came.  Even stranger, is that twice during the dreams where the animals
were coming to get me someone/something (?) intervened on my behalf and stopped them and they got very angry. Once, some owls were
furious and said, “Now we can’t reproduce!”  The ‘someone’ who stopped them was very powerful but it was a type of power that was all
good or all love and so strong it couldn’t be refuted. It was an incredible feeling that was eerie and unforgettable I am not a
religious person. This only happened twice however, the other times I was hurt.

--Finally, about a year after the marks appeared I became deliberately pregnant with my first child. At about five months into my
pregnancy I had I day where I was very unsettled and had a very eerie feeling that I tried to ignore all day as I was questioning my
own sanity and thinking that pregnancy hormones were more potent than I had imagined. I had the feeling that something was going to
happen, that ‘they’ were coming. In spite of telling myself I was surely being emotional, I couldn’t fall asleep I was so unsettled.
So I had a talk with my self and thought, OK so lets say you're not crazy and something is ‘coming’ that involves your baby, what are
you going to do?  I decided on three plans. First, I would try reason and explain that this was my baby, I knew when he was conceived,
etc, if that didn’t work I would beg and plead and if that didn’t work I would fight like hell. Nothing unusual happened that night and
the next morning was the same as any other except for two things—I had pulled ligaments in one of my thumbs and I couldn’t walk very
well for days because the muscles in my inner thighs were SO sore. The other thing that was different was that I had a profound sense
of peace as if it was finally all over. And so far, it has been.

The only last possible connected piece is that when my oldest son was about 8ish he began complaining that there was something in his
nose. I told him to pick it but he said it wouldn’t come out. It really bugged him for months and he would often mention it. One day on
a long road trip the two boys in the back seat got all excited because the thing had come out of his nose and I just had to see it.
Unfortunately, I had a stomach flu that day and was just trying to get through a car trip so I was not about to look at something that
had come out of anyone’s nose. They kept insisting I had to see it because it was ‘a piece of bone’. They said it was perfectly round
and white and hard like a little ball made of bone. I stupidly told them to open the window and throw it out, which they did, and I
never saw it.

And that’s all I have to tell.

My name is Samantha, I’m 19 and I think I might have been abducted? Before I tell my story I want everyone reading this to know that I am not on any type of drugs, I do not take illegal drugs, I do not drink or smoke, I was not half asleep, and It was not sleep paralysis!

Ok, so my freaky story goes back about 3 years ago. I remember it being mid winter break. I was trying to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. For some reason, it has always taken me hours to fall asleep even if I’m tired. Anyway, I have a projection clock and I looked up at my ceiling, I believe it read 11:00p.m. I was just kind of laying there. My covers only came to the bottom of my breasts and I had my hands folded across my chest.

After looking at the clock, I thought I heard light ruffling noises coming from the carpet (Note: This is happening directly across from my bed). At first I thought it was nothing, but then the ruffling started to get louder. It sounded like someone was walking on the carpet across from my bed. I quickly shut my eyes and just listened. I shut my eyes because I was afraid of what I might see, if anything was there. My thoughts started racing, I was trying to figure out what it could be. My door was shut, I would have heard someone come in because the door drags along the carpet when you open it. My windows and blinds were closed. My closet is to stuffed for anyone to hide in, as well as under my bed.

It sounded like it was walking back and forth, back and forth. All the sudden, I heard a loud pounding noise. It sounded like someone was hitting a drum or something.I starting thinking about what was over there that would make a sound like that, then it hit me! It was my popcorn tin can my grandmother got me for Christmas (lol. yeahh. It had puppies on it!). Ok, so at this point I wasn’t moving because I didn’t want the thing to know I was awake. I kept my eyes shut as this thing walks back and forth, pounds on the tin can 3 times, and just repeats. It went on for like a minute maybe. It felt like forever though. So then it stops. The room went quiet again. I’m freaking out because I’m bare chested and I was to afraid to move while the thing was being active.

After a few seconds (thinking the coast is clear) I decide it was time for me to hurry up , turn over and pull the covers over my head! But, before I could, It started happening again. This wasn’t making any sense. I didn’t want to grab it’s attention by screaming for mom or darting out of the frickin room! To make matters worse, the thing changes patterns and I could hear the walking coming towards me! The being actually stood over me and I could feel it leaning down, as if it was going to kiss me. I felt an indent in the mattress, like a hand or something. Then I was thinking, “OMG OMG I have to do something before this thing eats my head off !” So, I stretched my arms, did a loud fake yawn, quickly pulled the covers over my body and turned around. Then, it all stopped. But, the funny thing is, that’s all I remember. My memory just goes black after that.

I would say this was an encounter with a ghost, but my house isn’t haunted or anything like that. That’s the only major encounter I’ve ever had with something not human. I relate this to aliens because when I was little I use to have a lot of nose bleeds and sometimes I would wake up with blood all over my pillow with no signs of a wound or bloody nose. In early teen years, I seen a few UFOs and had many strange dreams (still have them). I’ve had many more unexplainable things happen, but the one I just told you was the most scariest event that has ever happened to me. I’m still very unsure of what it was. And even though it was really scary, I still regret not opening my eyes……

Anyone have a similar encounter? I know I’m not crazy! I was awake. I wasn’t even tired!

Hello, my name is Christine.  I live in the Washington D.C. metropolitan area.  While this is a safe place to openly discuss experiences, I’m still a bit apprehensive.  I don’t think I’m looking for validation; it really happened. 

But, is there anyone out there with similar experience? 

My “visitor”, as I call it (I think it makes me feel less insane?) appeared in my bedroom window; fedora/trench coat-ish-had to be rather tall to reach that window…no face…early-mid 1960’s Ohio.

There is more to my story, but mostly interested in connceting with anyone who has been visited by similarly described beings.  Once, I gave my report to local UFO investigation group (no MUFON in Northern VA)…they hadn’t heard this description before…so trying to connect with others who may have seen similar being.

What I recall is NOT my imagination; of this I am certain.