Part Seven
Some Of Them Were Military
In Part Six, you read
about some of Lisa's experiences that she described as
having occurred in government facilities and involving
military and other government personnel. In this section I
will cover some of the events and the people I saw in what
appeared to me to be similar facilities. [23]
One of my oddest experiences involved what I call "Type
Three Greys" and a base situated next to a large body of
water. I couldn't place the specific branch of the military
to which this base belonged, but I did see humans wearing
uniforms, Grey aliens, and many cigar-shaped craft. I also
knew my way around the base, as if I had been there several
times before. [24]
The above ground portion of the base was simple: a lot of
concrete and a lot of cigar-shaped craft parked within a
huge chain-link fence. There was a concrete bulkhead against
the water, and two large warehouse-type structures. However,
once inside and beneath the structures, nothing was simple
anymore.
"There is a place under here where water can come in. It
is like a man-made river system about twenty feet wide. It
is to my right. There are some military people here and they
are telling us about a newly designed craft. Suddenly, one
of the cigar-shaped craft appears next to me in this area
where the water is. I'm flabbergasted! Neither I nor anyone
else in this place with me heard or saw this craft enter
into this place...Okay, they were trying to demonstrate that
it is completely silent. I think it must be able to appear
and disappear quite easily. Everyone around me seems
impressed. I'm impressed too, but at the same time, I am
very guarded." [25]
Dr. Richard Sauder addresses the unusual subject of
"Undersea Ports" in his book, Underground Bases and
Tunnels. According to documents obtained by Sauder:
"The Naval Facilities Engineering Command issued a report
in 1972 that discussed placing several sorts of Navy
installations underground." [26] One of the types of
facilities listed for placement underground were referred to
as "aircraft maintenance facilities." Dr. Sauder continues,
"Interestingly, while the report is devoted to a discussion
of the merits for the Navy of underground installations,
there is also a brief, passing mention made of possible
needs for 'undersea ports' and emplacements that would
service a future, submarine Navy." [27]
It seems that over twenty years ago, the Navy was
studying the feasibility of building underground facilities
and was at least considering the idea of adding undersea
ports as well. Since the Air Force and the Army have
underground facilities, why wouldn't the Navy have them as
well?
This is not the only experience I have had during which I
saw Navy personnel, but it is one of the more curious. I
will cover another, more recent experience later in this
paper, but first I want to divert back to the topic of mind
control.
For those people who still find it impossible to believe
there is any relationship between mind control experiments,
abductees, and underground facilities, consider the
following excerpt from an experience that occurred to me in
1992:
"I'm inside now and I feel as though I am in a deep,
underground structure. I've been here before and this place
is very familiar to me...These people down here - I know
they are working for a secret part of our government and I
don't like what they are doing..."
"I'm looking at a cart with wheels on it. Someone has
rolled it into this room - It has a projector on it. I'm
looking around this place...Somehow I know this place - I've
been here before. These people are part of our government,
but at the same time they are above the government...I'm not
even sure the President knows about these people."
"I'm looking at the projector and I realize that I'm not
going to get any answers. I'm going to have to watch that
damn film again and undergo indoctrination procedures again!
I've had to do this before. When you don't cooperate you
have to be reprogrammed again. I'm being escorted to another
room." [28]
I still cannot remember what I, and the other people who
were with me were forced to watch on the film. Here again is
another experience that had the same reality to it that an
"alien" abduction has, except in this last example, there
were no aliens present. Why would I, and the other people
who were with me in this underground facility need to be
programmed, much less reprogrammed? And, what does
this have to do with an "alien" abduction?
The following examples are excerpts from my books and
journals covering different types information relating to
underground and above ground facilities.
1993: A Coalition
"The next thing I can remember is being on a secret base.
At first I thought it was a NATO base because I saw
different craft from different countries all located within
the same base. Also, my first impression of these craft were
that they were buses. It was extremely dark and I was riding
in something that resembled a bus. It was tubular-shaped,
had rows of seats, but had an open top. I was riding in this
vehicle and looking at the different tubes or unusual buses
that were parked on this base under hangars. The first group
I saw that were parked close to one another had something in
Russian written on a crest that was metal. This crest was
about two feet long and more oblong than round, and was
located at the top, front of the tube, craft, or vehicle.
When I saw the first group I couldn't make out what the
words said because I cannot read Russian. Then we passed
another group that were parked near one another, and on the
crest of these, I could read "British Intelligence." These
crests were royal blue and a shiny stainless steel or silver
metal. This is when I thought I might be on a NATO base. I
don't know why, other than that is the only explanation my
mind could come up with, as to why British Intelligence and
the Russians would be working together." [29]
1993: Cloning
"I remember being taken to a base that was situated
inside of a mountain. The entrance was at ground level but
this place went deep underground. I was with members of our
government. Some of them were military. At the entrance, as
I was looking at the large metal wall that held the door
into this place, I was being told that the government was
performing cloning experiments. Men and women were being
cloned, experimented on, and then when the experiments were
over they were being used for prostitution; for the
scientists, government people, and military personnel. After
they were 'through' with them or no longer wanted them, the
clones were killed." [30]
1995: A Test
"I was in a small room with several men. We were sitting
on a bench-like thing together. I got up and looked at them,
and although they all appeared to be human, I knew one of
them was an alien. I could feel it. I stood in front of them
and I said, 'One of you is an alien, I can sense it.' "
"Suddenly, a man in his fifties bolted up and began
running though this medical-military compound firing a
weapon at anyone who was in his way. By my detecting this
'alien' I had started chaos in this place. But, it was my
job. It was why I was there. It was a test." [31]
1995: Staging
"Erik [my husband] and I were in some kind of large
building. I felt it was underground and possibly a
government building. The lighting was rather dim, but enough
to see fine with. There were wide hallways (about eight feet
wide), concrete (block) walls, and neutral floors (no
carpet). We were standing in a hallway and we saw three or
four men escorting an alien through this place. The men were
acting cautiously and secretive as if they didn't want
anyone to see this alien. We saw all of them together and
when we did we became excited and tried to follow them.
After all, they were with an alien and we were aware of what
we were looking at."
Description
"The men were of average height and build and were all
wearing black jump-suits. They were similar to what swat
teams wear, but without any insignia or bullet proof vests.
The black jump-suits were made of material and were worn to
fit, but were not tight."
"The alien was wearing the same
type of black jump-suit that his escorts were wearing. The
alien was also as tall as the men and it appeared to be a
male. This is just something I 'felt' or somehow 'knew.' The
alien was about 5' 9'' to 5' 11'' tall (like the men he was
with). He appeared to be somewhat concerned that he would be
seen and detected. I think they must have seen us looking at
them and then they all kind of freaked. It was obvious no
one was supposed to see these men escorting this alien
through this building."
 "The
alien had white skin...When I say white, I mean white, not light gray.
His head was shaped like that of a Type Two Grey, [32] but this alien
was taller and had much more body mass. His eyes were quite different.
This is the first time that I've remembered these types of eyes. He
had the large almond-shaped eyes, but only the right eye had a large
black pupil. In other words, you could see the whites of his eyes...His
left eye was white with a red spiraling mechanistic effect. My first
impression was that his left eye was more of a mechanism and I felt
this alien was part machine. He was sentient, but clearly his left
eye was at least partly mechanical....This red spiraling effect moved
inward toward the center of his eye and it seemed rather bright or
intense..." [33]
I didn't focus my attention on the alien's hands or feet,
but I did see his legs. He clearly had more body mass than
any of the aliens I have seen before (with the exception of
The Blonde). He stood and walked on his legs as did the men
he was with. Interestingly, the alien seemed almost scared
and was definitely under the control or command of the
humans he was with. It was almost as if you were seeing the
FBI or someone escorting either a prisoner or someone who
was in protective custody.
It is curious that this alien's body looked so similar to the humans
he was with. Because of this, as well as his mechanistic "eye," it
is possible that this was not an alien at all, but rather, a human
dressed to appear like an alien. In other words, I believe this was
probably a "staged" event. The purposes behind this staging are not
clear to me, unless I was supposed to associate the FBI or some
other government agency with aliens and then disseminate the (dis)information to the UFO community.
Abduction Step-By-Step
A very in-depth look at an experience that occurred in
July of 1995 follows. This is a rather lengthy and detailed
account in which I take each paragraph directly from my
journal, and analyze and discuss it before moving on to the
next event. I have found that a lot can be learned by
analyzing an experience in such a manner.
It is important to understand, that like all of my
experiences I've documented since December of 1988 (as well
as prior to April of 1988), this experience was remembered
consciously - without the use of hypnosis. The following
information that is enclosed in "parentheses" is verbatim
from my journal. It is presented exactly as I experienced
and remembered it. My comments and analysis are enclosed in
[brackets].
It was the thirtieth of July 1995, and I went to bed
around midnight:
"I'm in a vehicle on a road that looks similar to TV
Highway. [A road not too far from my house.] I'm at an
intersection. Across the street in the other lane is a male
with orangish hair and skin. He's a doctor. I'm looking at
him across what must really be a 'divider' of some kind. I
ask him, 'Is this the way to the hospital?' thinking 'to my
left' and he replies, speaking to me telepathically, 'No.
It's that way,' as he looks toward my right. I begin to turn
toward my right."
[(1) During this part of the experience I
felt I was in my car. It was at night and as I indicated,
the road was familiar to me. At this point, the male is not
clearly visible to me, that is to say, I do not clearly see
what he looks like at this moment during the experience. If
I did see him, then it had not yet registered in my mind.
(2) If you were to continue for about 80 miles to my left,
you would reach the Pacific Ocean. There is also a large
hospital in a nearby town, but at that time I was unaware of
its existence. To my right about ten miles away is the
hospital I had surgery in, back in 1994.]
"Instantaneously, this male is beside me to my right. We're
still in some kind of vehicle, but now we are together. I'm looking
out the front window and I feel I must be in control. No. I think
he wants me to believe I'm in control of the craft. We are moving
at a very steep angle, upward...it looks as if the sky is changing
from nighttime to a lighter blue and I sense that we are surrounded
by water - that there is water beneath us. We're on a bridge, but
it is going upward at such a steep angle, I can't see the end of it.
'Are we going to fall off the end? Is there an end to this bridge?'
I ask him. He replies, 'No, we're not going to fall off. It's an optical
illusion.' "
[1) I do not remember getting out of my car
and then getting into the "craft" with the male.
Nevertheless, my mind tells me I am now in some kind of
craft, since it does not look like the inside of a car.
Interestingly, I cannot really say what the inside of this
craft looks like. I only remember the front window which was
small and curved outward. (2) The use of deception is
immediate. This male wants me to think I'm in control of the
craft, but I am not. Does he want me to believe I'm still
driving my car? Was I ever really driving my car? (3) The
background colors change and then I see water and then a
bridge. If I were in my car and saw water, my mind would
want to see a bridge since I would not want to drive my car
into the water.]
"This Being is telepathically tuning into my thoughts
about a time in my childhood. Sometimes when our family
would be driving, it would look like the road ends, but it
was an optical illusion involving distance and that 'point
of disappearance.' My mother or father would turn to me and
smile and say, 'Don't worry. It's just an optical illusion.'
The Being is using this information to explain what I'm
seeing out the front window of this vehicle. He is also
smiling at me. I can sense it, so it must be a 'telepathic
smile.' "
[This impression from my past and the optical
illusion are true. If this is an alien, then he must be
using telepathy to obtain this information and to
communicate this information to me. If he is a human being,
I would have to have an implant that is capable of
transmitting this information from my mind to his, and it
would have to be capable of receiving information from
someone (mentally or verbally).]
"Now, suddenly, we have banked sharply to the right and
we're making a hairpin turn - going back in the same
direction from which we just came. Now we're heading
downward at a very steep angle. We're moving very fast -
very fast - swoosh! Now there is water around us - I see a
tube. We must be in a tube that is open to the top. Like one
of those rides at a fair. The water all around us is
splashing upward and it has a yellow tint to it. This is
weird."
[It felt as if we turned sharply and went
down into the water. The yellow tint to the water indicated
to me that we were in the ocean. Obviously, I do not know
what is really occurring here since I compare it to a ride
at an amusement park and I feel it is "weird."]
"Okay. Now I'm in the cafeteria of a hospital with this
doctor. He is showing me a diamond ring he is wearing. It's
just like the one I bought Erik. 'Oh, that's nice,' I'm
thinking to him. He is tuning in to my thoughts.
Telepathically, he picks up on a time a long time ago when I
first met Erik and Erik told me how he appreciated beautiful
things. Works of art, porcelains... Now this doctor Being is
putting on a larger diamond ring. This time, it's a woman's
ring. The diamond is much larger, too large for a man to
wear. Inside I laugh, but I tell him, 'Oh, that's nice too.'
From tuning in to my thoughts he knows that I'm telling a
'white lie' so to speak. He's in telepathic contact with me.
I'm feeling things about him that I should only feel for
Erik. I feel desire for him, but I tell myself I'm married.
It's okay to feel, as long as I don't act.
He's really tuning into me now. I'm always attracted to him
for some reason."
[(1) The arrival, but to where - a cafeteria
inside a hospital? How would I know this unless I: (a) had
been told in advance this is where we were going, or (b) had
been there before? (2) I still do not know who he is, but I
still feel that he is a doctor. (3) The portion of the
telepathic experience involving the rings and my husband:
this is a "collection" of information as well as emotions to
be used at a later time during the experience. Keep in mind
the feelings of desire and the fact that the male is "tuning
in to me now."]
"Okay. Now I'm in the hospital part of this place. I've
just finished filling out some paperwork for the medical
facility and a young woman with brunette hair is taking the
forms from me. I know her. She was in my business management
class eleven years ago. I let on that I know her and she
looks at my forms and then back at me. Suddenly a look forms
on her face that speaks surprise and dread. She has put "two
and two" together. She knows I'm an abductee and the author
of Alien Jigsaw. She's very disturbed by the
fact that I'm an abductee. She says, 'You didn't tell any of
the doctors about this did you?' I reply, 'Well, only one,'
meaning the Tan Being. (I think the telepathic doctor with
the orangish skin and hair is the Tan Doctor.) [34] He was
using camouflage. He didn't want me to remember him."
[1) I know I'm in the hospital area, although I see nothing that
would indicate I'm seeing a hospital. I'm in a waiting room area,
but there is no medical equipment around me. How do I know this
is a hospital unless (a) I knew where I was going, (b) I had been
there before, or (c) was programmed to "see" a hospital?
(2) The woman from my business management class is either a prop
taken from my memory, or she was really involved in this abduction.
Is it more plausible that she is a memory "bit" that is
being used as a character by the aliens, or is it more believable
(and easier) for her to really be there? (3) She (or someone) does
not want me to tell any doctors that I am an abductee. (4) I now
realize the male is really the Tan Being that I have seen many times
before. How did I come to this realization? Is part of my memory
missing; has this information just been implanted into my mind,
or did I realize it on my own?]
"The young brunette woman is really worried for me now.
She says, 'You shouldn't have told anyone, especially
a doctor.' She takes my forms back to her desk and
that's it. No more conversation. She doesn't want to have
anything to do with me. She doesn't want to know about this.
Now she's going to have to pretend she doesn't know me. I'm
on my own. No one here will ever stick their neck out for an
abductee."
[Again, I am not to tell anyone that I am an
abductee. I am shown that if people find out, I will be on
my own. If this is an alien abduction, why don't the aliens
want me to tell anyone? Do they really want to protect me?
If so, why did they allow me to remember so much and write
my books? If this is a mind control experience or an
abduction by humans, why wouldn't they want me to believe
I'm an alien abductee? Believing I am with aliens and have
been abducted by them would lessen the chances of me
thinking or remembering that I was with humans.]
"I'm going through the doors into the medical area and
I'm passing an African-American female nurse and another
nurse's station. I'm walking though the place..."
[The woman was human, and heavy-set. She was
wearing a nurse's uniform and was sitting behind a desk. All
of this looks very terrestrial.]
"I'm in the examination area. I'm looking at a white female
nurse. She is standing with her back to her little corner work station.
To my right is the hallway that I just came in from, to my left is
a row of small examination rooms: metal tables, white curtains for
privacy. There are rooms to my right as well, but the majority of
the rooms are to my left. The nurse looks similar to a nurse that
was on the program Nurses a year or so ago. She looks familiar.
She looks human in every way, but the fact that she looks like one
of the TV nurses is suspect. She is peeling two sheets of a clear
type of paper apart. She's handing it to me. I take the sheet she
hands me. It's clear and it feels as thick as a microfiche film. It's
about 8 inches by 7 inches. It's a DNA file. It contains everything
you could ever want to know about someone's DNA. The nurse says, 'We
need your permission.' I'm looking at this film and I'm really angry.
' I'm here for a gynecological exam and nothing more! What the hell
do you need this for?' "
[1) The surroundings appear terrestrial, not
alien. This did not look like the inside of a craft. (2) The
appearance of the nurse is suspicious and this is probably
one of two things: (a) a form of camouflage (screen memory)
by the aliens, or (b) I was hypnotically programmed to see
this person as this particular TV nurse. (3) How would I
know that this microfiche type file was for DNA purposes
unless I had seen one before, or this was set up in advance
via hypnosis? (4) They are asking my permission. Aliens
[almost] never ask for permission. (This could be a "first.") (5) Why
would I submit to a gynecological exam in a situation like
this unless on some level, I knew these people, or Beings
and agreed to put myself in such a vulnerable position?]
"The nurse then grabs a small newspaper clipping and
shoves it in my face. I look at it and it says that our
government has begun collecting a complete DNA file on every
American citizen. I tell the nurse, 'I'm not giving you my
permission. I'm here for an exam, nothing more.' I walk away
from her and continue down the hallway. She is following me,
and a human doctor comes out of his office after I walk by.
He looks to be about sixty, has gray hair and has a medium
to thin build. He's wearing a white lab coat and slacks. The
nurse tells him, 'She wouldn't agree to it,' and the doctor
replies in a serious tone, 'Well, we'll do whatever it takes
to make her agree.' "
[1) The newspaper clipping borders on the
theatrical. Had something such as this been published, I
would have certainly known about it. Was someone trying to
instill paranoia in me? Is the government going to one day
require a DNA file on every American citizen? Some people
are already talking about this, but I was not, and am not,
preoccupied with this thought. If these were aliens, were
they trying to instill fear in me about my government, or
were they showing me my future? (2) The human doctor
appeared to be human in every respect. He also sounds
threatening when he says, "we'll do whatever it takes to
make her agree."]
"I'm in a large room at the end of the hallway and next to this
doctor's personal office. I'm still angry and I'm looking around the
room waiting for someone. This room appears to have a regular looking
double size bed in it. The doctor is walking into the room now. He's
getting into the bed. He's - someone here is telepathic. I'm feeling
telepathy now: 'Your marriage is really bad. It's a meaningless relationship...'
Now, somehow - telepathy - those feelings I had for the Tan Doctor
are being infused into my mind. The feelings I have for him...the
vision of the ring on his finger...our conversation...This doctor
is lying on his back under the covers and in the bed. Is he doing
this to me, or is the Tan Doctor here with me? I know what's going
on. Someone is trying to use my thoughts against me. Before the "desire"
and confusion are to be implanted into my mind, I bolt for the door."
[1) As soon as the human doctor gets into
bed, ostensibly to try to lure me into a sexual situation, I
sense someone connecting with my mind. I realize, "someone
here is telepathic." (2) I receive a telepathic message that
is designed to make me feel insecure and unsure of my
marriage. The doctor is lying on his back in a double bed,
and someone is telling me my marriage is bad. (3) The next
portion is extremely important. This is where the
information regarding the ring and my husband are "injected"
into my mind. Someone is attempting to "infuse" the feelings
of desire into my mind as I see the doctor lying in bed. Was
this done in order to get me into the bed with the doctor?
Was someone trying to arrange for us to have sex with one
another? That would be one way to get a DNA sample. (4) I
realize what is going on (because I've been through this
type of manipulation many times before) and I run out of the
room.]
"I'm running down the hallway...passing the examination
rooms...around the nurse's corner station...to my
right...now the hallway is much more narrow and I tell
myself, 'I'm so glad I memorized my way in here.' As I'm
running I'm picking out mental sign posts I memorized on my
way in. I'm inside a ship or a submarine. The floor is gray
metal, the walls are all lined with built-in compartments,
just like on a ship. The cabinets are like a baby-blue color
or a royal blue color and they all have shiny silver hinges
and locks on them. Everything has to be bolted down or
closed. Everything I'm seeing as I'm running tells me I'm on
a ship. I'm running and turning to my right. There's
something - a ladder-like stairway blocking my path. There
are some Navy guys wearing white enlisted uniforms looking
at me like, 'What the hell are you doing here?' " [end of
memory]
[1) Amazingly, I think it is here that they
lose mental control over me. I ran out of the room and they
were not prepared for my behavior. This is where I clearly
see the inside of a ship, not the inside of a hospital or a
UFO. (2) The reaction of the men was appropriate for the
situation: seeing a female civilian running through a Naval
vessel would surely produce a "What the hell are you doing
here?" response by the military personnel. If the ship was
receiving a high ranking officer such as an Admiral, or was
undergoing inspection, the men would conceivably be wearing
their dress whites.]
The following notes from my journal may tell as much
about this experience as the memory itself. Again, these are
unedited from my journal. Some of the statements are
personal and graphic, but I feel it is important for the
reader to get the full effect of both the experience and its
aftermath, so I am publishing all of the details.
Notes From My Journal
"I awakened at 9:30 a.m. and although I don't remember
how I made it downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and saw
that Erik had already made coffee. I had difficulty opening
my eyes and I could barely stand. I took the coffee he
offered me and sat down. I was really angry and frustrated.
I asked Erik, "What do you remember?" and he replied, "I
don't remember anything." I immediately told him, "They took
me somewhere - F---ing human beings took me somewhere last
night." My mind was racing, I mean literally in
hyper-drive. I remembered everything consciously and
immediately. I felt repulsed. I knew at least one alien, the
Tan Doctor, had been a part of it, but everyone else was
human. And, it's no coincidence that the times I've seen the
Tan Doctor, other humans, (military) have been involved. The
Tan Doctor is a hybrid alien.
Anyway, I hated the humans. I told Erik what happened. As
I was talking, Erik began telling me what he remembered.
Just by talking about what happened to me, Erik remembered
what we believe was a screen (threat) of sorts. He remembers
1) a boat, 2) flood or a lot of water, 3) a boat going down
streets looking for someone, 4) found some people but not
who he was looking for, 5) SAR (search and rescue)
personnel, and American Indians.
He also remembers threatening to expose someone. Then a man took
a gun and began shooting around him. He fired six shots...This man
then told Erik, 'With two phone calls I could arrange to have you
killed...' "
Physical Aftereffects
"Sunday morning: Extreme disorientation, extreme
hyper-neuronal activity, but I can't seem to focus on the
task at hand; anger, feelings of violation, vision
(convergence) problems, short-term memory problems, trouble
getting my thoughts focused. My head feels sore, as if my
'brain' hurts. It's really my whole head area, inside and
out. It's just a bruised feeling.
I also had a yellow liquid (instead of stool) coming out
of me when I tried to use the bathroom, but nothing would
come out except a yellow gel-like substance. This continued
throughout the day. I should have been able to go, but I
don't think there was anything there.
What is also difficult about the aftermath of this
experience is that I feel as if I should get out of the
phenomenon, stop what I'm doing: the publishing, writing,
research. I just want a normal life. I want to move. I want
to disappear. I also think I'll get my hair cut. Have
already cut seven inches off, but somehow, I feel as if I
should change my appearance. I seem to hate everything I am
all of the sudden. I wonder if someone didn't hypnotize me
and program me to feel this way?
8-2-95: It has now been three days since this experience
and I'm beginning to feel better. My vision is still
bothering me, I've had a mild headache all week, but not any
bad migraine pain. I can go to the bathroom now. What still
troubles me is that I feel as if my brain is "firing" or
working overtime, and I'm having trouble staying focused on
my work. Overall, I feel much better than I felt on Sunday,
Monday, and Tuesday.
I've been thinking about the disorientation I suffered
after this experience. If I fell (because of the ladder or
stairway) and hit my head, I haven't been able to pinpoint a
location for the head pain. My entire head was sore, as well
as underneath my scalp (actual brain?). I'm beginning to
wonder if some kind of alteration was made to me. If these
were aliens using camouflage, could they have done something
to my brain? If they were humans and really abducted me for
the purposes of my agreeing to give them a complete DNA
work-up, could they have given me some kind electric shock
treatment?" [End Journal Notes]
What Was It?
This is typical of one of my more involved memories. It
is long and has many details. To try to determine what is
real and what is not real, what is human and what is alien,
is extremely difficult, as you have just seen for yourself.
Even I cannot answer all of the questions that I ask in my
'comment and discussion' sections about this experience.
After this experience, I decided that I had been abducted
by the Tan Being and taken to a Navy ship in the Pacific
Ocean, not far from where I live. I believe the ship was
used to provide cover for a hospital facility in which
scientists connected with the military and black-ops could
carry out medical tests on me. The hybrid was then
responsible for returning me to my home. This does not sound
too outlandish when you consider past reports from other
abductees of military involvement, and the high speed and
maneuverability of alien craft, UFOs if you will.
It is also possible that this was strictly an alien experience and
the aliens are far more adept at manipulation and disinformation than
we give them credit for. But I have to ask what their motive would
be. Why not just take me to their craft and let me see them as they
really appear? They would have nothing to lose, unless they want to
create the illusion of military, and therefore, government involvement
in the abduction of American citizens.
In view of the information about mind control technology,
this experience and many others like it, can be interpreted
in a very different light. It is for this reason that I am
making information such as this public. I hope that other
researchers and abductees who come to this site and read my
information, as well as Lisa's information, understand how
difficult it is for us to share such personal experiences
with complete strangers. We have decided to do this because,
above all else, we are interested in the truth. I must
emphasize again, the only way to get to the truth is to tell
the truth - the whole truth - not just the "truth"
that fits with our current theories of alien abduction.
# # #
The next section of Project Open Mind (MILABS) is
Part Eight and is titled
Looking Back. Topics include "The Controllers
Revisited" and animal mutilations.
Preamble |
Introduction |
Part One | Part Two
| Part Three | Part Four
| Part Five | Part Six
| Part Seven | Part
Eight | Part Nine |
Part Ten
by Katharina Wilson ©1996
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