Alien Abduction Discussion Group

I am writing down my experience, prior to reading anything anywhere to see if what I experienced makes anymore sense, validates my experience, as well as gives me more peace of mind to help me sleep, because for years I feel like I will be visited again. I was quite young. I am very roughly guessing 6 years old. I am currently in my late 30’s so the memory is a bit foggy, however there are certain visuals that are etched in my mind vividly. I remember the experiences happening in my parents bedroom. I normally did not sleep with them, however I can only remember the experiences happening in that room. I remember small things one was standing on the floor and the size was lower than the bed. I don’t remember any communication from it. But I just remember being quizzical & confused. Another time I remember a small one getting up on the bed & me trying to talk to it, but I don’t think it talked/communicated back to me. Then there was a big one (taller with these big eyes – I thought it was the Easter bunny with its ears tucked back behind his head or something. It must have been around Easter time so that seemed logical to me as a little kid. However there were just no ears.). It only peared at me from behind a door that was slightly ajar. Poking it’s body kind of in & out peaking. I also remember a bright light only seeming to come from a couple of windows of the bedroom in one corner & a “breeze” blowing the curtains only from that one end of the room. I knew this was weird as a kid. There is one other unexplained thing that happened to me years later when I was at a “tween” age or so. I had something growing out of the crown of my head. It must have been there for sometime because when I discovered it, it was long. It was about an inch long, yarn width, growth with a little cap on the top. When I first felt it i thought it was a bug or something, but it wouldn’t come out. i was a passenger in a car at the time so i looked in the side view mirror, clearing the hair out of the way holding the growth up in the mirror to see what it was. So I tried pulling it out & it wouldn’t come out so i twisted it & ripped it out & threw it out the window, eww. Still gives me the creeps! So how I have come to this awkward realization that it could have been aliens is that when I was older my boyfriend at the time was a bit of a science, computer, sci-fi guy. He taped shows on tv. I never really watched his shows but sometimes would sit on the couch with him after work just to be with him for a bit. It was on some show that someone was describing the different sized critters with pictures & I don’t know if it was exactly then or a day or two later that it hit me. I must have been visited. But… who do you talk to without them thinking you are crazy??? I am still loosing sleep over it. I also have a baby & I don’t want him to have a similar experience. So that is it. I can’t wait to see what feedback people have & read other people’s experiences. I have a feeling something else happened, or something I can’t remember because it seems like I slept in my parents bed because I was afraid… thank you for reading.

my taken aboard a flying saucer experience was as a kid, pre-teenager but, i do not remember the exact age (i refuse to call it an abduction): late 1960’s, a small town in the Ozarks where the Apollo Moon mission rockets were built, ranked 2nd in the state of MO for quality of education (high school)  (#11 on the Russian nuclear bombing list so i have been told, no proof but, seems reasonable?) a great place for alien observation and contact.

as a child i had an emotional problem, sort of,  i never understood why.

throughout my late teenage years through about 26 yrs old, i would wake up in cold sweat dreams saying, “so, that is what it is all about!) at that age, i woke up one night and remembered. i had been taken aboard a flying saucer and taught stuff.  (i.e. what it is all about is the meaning of life “creating and being created!”)

i was also taught things in physics which have always intrigued my curiosity. because of which, i have since obtained 7 college degrees and read extensively in real physics books and ancient culture spirituality. i have spent 12 yrs writing fourteen pages of what i call an abstract in absolute explaining the theory of the universe, as the universe itself is “an infinitely self observing entity of pure conscious intelligence” using pure thought as the basis. as in number theory proof of the existence of the numbers 0 and 1 in which if it wasn’t accepted as a pure thought concept all math, physics and engineering would not exist. along with i was able to derive by pure thought of self observation constants of physics, such as Planck’s, and musical spherical harmonics as being able to define the structure of the universe (M-theory if you prefer). i know flying saucers are designed using pure mathematics for their shape and power sources (natural logarithm, exponential and spherical musical harmonics).

since understanding this experience, i have never feared either life or death. in order for there to be life there has to be no such thing as death.

it is the not understanding that gives the real trauma of the experience. understanding can be blissfulness!

i also believe from my research of ancient cultures epics of creation these beings in my close encounter of the 4th kind experience are our relatives and ancestors from another planet in our solar system not yet detected by modern society (the gravitation anomalies in the orbits of the known planets require another planet exist in our solar system). this is not to say detected by us means they were not specifically known in ancient times- so, i do not say discovered.

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.

When I became a MUFON investigator back in the 1990’s, I had believed for some time (approximately a decade) that a few humans were being “kidnapped” by some kind of odd creatures. My entire life of witnessing strange creatures, floating disks, various size boomerang aircraft, along with hundreds of orbs of all colors and sizes did not give me a clue that I might have been among those claiming to be taken up into alien ships. Since I was raised a Christian (and remain so), I believed what I was seeing until I was 16 were ghosts, spirits, and angels. However, having spent 33 years working for the U.S. Department of Defense (four years as military), I have no doubt that some of these aliens are flesh and blood/liquid living beings whose astonishing technology is beyond what most human scientists could ever believe. I finished writing a book back in the 90’s but did not want to bring any attention my way. I have added to it since then but feel uncomfortable letting other people know my personal stories and family history. Abductions are real. Sadly, money and power are more important and influence public opinion. If certain powers-that-be were not gaining wealth and power from the alien/UFO visits, all of us would be aware what is really going on. Since two aliens removed blood clots from my upper left leg possibly saving my life, I cannot believe all of them are bad or evil. In addition, I am certain there are at least two separate alien species visiting us, and neither group is happy with the other. As long as a majority of humans remain “dumbed-down,” some ill-fated humans will continue to be abducted and the fat cats will continue to get fatter.

BIGFOOT GUY

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!