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Last night shortly before 1am on the 31st I became aware of an extremely high pitch noise. I was asleep at the time, but the noise brought me to a state of near wakefulness. I imagined that I had a drum set in front of me and I has hammering out a series of complex and rapid sequences of beats to drown out the high pitch noise. The sounds that I made were incredibly realistic and nearly deafening. I then became aware of a tingling sensation in my body that I instantly recognized as the paralysis that usually precedes my abduction experiences.
This awareness and the fear associated with it brought me into complete wakefulness. I became aware that I was laid on my back and that my body was completely locked by the paralysis. Through the high pitch whine that I could still hear I could hear something moving about just beyond the door of my bedroom. When I heard these noises something kept telling me that it was okay, that it was just my pet cat moving around upstairs. I immediately dismissed this thought, since I always close my cats downstairs so that they cannot come upstairs, plus the noises that I could hear were the floorboards creaking and neither of my cats are heavy enough to makes such noises.
I decided that I wasn't going simply lie in bed and wait for who ever was in my house to come into my room and scare me. I decided to fight the paralysis and get out of bed. At first I rolled myself so that I was facing my bedroom door. I was still completely paralyzed, but I found that if I concentrated all of my effort; that I could move myself. My next move was to turn myself so that my legs would project out over the edge of my bed, so that I could move into a standing position. I concentrated all of my intent and somehow managed to get my legs hanging off of the bed at a steep angle. At this point even though I was extremely heavy I noticed that my movements didn't seem to involve using my muscles, it was more like moving an incredibly heavy boulder with my mind. I decided that this was probably just an effect of the paralysis and that once I was on my feet that the paralysis would probably abate.

Once my legs were hanging over the edge of my bed I tried to rock my body into a vertical position. At this point even though I knew that my legs must have been hanging over thin air, I noticed that they wouldn't bend and therefore must have been sticking out like a couple of wooden sticks.

I decided to use this to my advantage by seesawing my body into a vertical position. With a huge burst of effort I threw my rigid body into a vertical position. I saw myself rise and carry on moving forward, so that my face would soon hit the wall next to my bed. Somehow as I panicked I managed to stop myself so that my body was leaning forward at an impossible gravity-defying angle. I could see the wall in front of me and the little table that sits by my wall just below me.

At this point I heard a weird little animal like grumble. The best way that I can describe this is that if a cat tried to speak English, that this is probably the kind of sound it would make. It was a kind of growly murmur. Suddenly the paralysis began to leave my body and to my dismay I found that I was still laid in bed in the same position that I had initially found myself at the start of the experience.

Within a couple of seconds I heard a car move down my street and it occurred to me that the visitors had left because they knew that the car was coming and they couldn't risk being witnessed doing whatever the hell it was that they were doing.

Shortly afterward I heard my son talking in his sleep and I became worried that he may be having his own weird encounter, so I got out of bed and went to him. I found him asleep and woke him to check that he was okay. He didn't remember talking to anyone, but seemed happy enough so I went back to bed.

Before I got back into bed I looked out of my bedroom window to see if I could see anything unusual. The sky was slightly overcast, but there were no unusual lights. I did notice that the street was completely dead, which is pretty unusual as normally it is pretty busy even at that time of night.

When I lay back in bed I could still feel the edge of the paralysis and I could just detect the high pitch noise on the edge of hearing, so rather than go back to sleep I decided to read for a while until I felt safe enough to sleep. I read for half an hour and slept undisturbed until my kids woke me the next day.

My own thoughts.

I have noticed that most of my encounters start with the same paralysis that I felt last night and this paralysis is always preceded with an unusual high pitch noise. I now think that the noise is either the catalyst of my paralysis, like a hypnotic cue, or that the sound is my brain's interpretation of some kind of process that is happening in my central nervous system during the experience.

When I thought that I was moving my body on my bed I am sure that some element of my perception was in fact moving as my view of my room did seem to change as I moved around. I think that I was having some kind of out of body experience, but part of my perception must have still been tied to my body, because I was constantly aware that even though I was moving myself into different angles, that my body didn't seem to bend and my limbs seemed to remain in their relative positions. The reason my body seemed to stay as stiff as a plank even though my perceptions told me that my legs must have been hanging over my bed was because my legs were still very much in bed, because physically I hadn't moved at all. Luckily I have had an O.B.E before so I do have some experience to draw upon. I know that when my perception moves beyond my body that movement is incredibly easy and that moving forward is easier than lifting a finger. You simply pick a point and then fill. I think that my perception of physical weight was because part of my perception was still on my body and that by trying to move my body I was using a huge amount of will power and the effect to simply move my perception to different positions. I had a very similar encounter to this one over a decade ago. During this encounter a lone visitor entered my room and paralyzed me. he seemed to mess with my paralysis so that I heard different sounds and my perception of my body would change. During that encounter I tried to move my hand in front of my face. Again this took a huge amount of effort, but once it was in front of my face the colors looked wrong and it seemed to have different hazy colors moving on my skin. Oddly once it was in front of my face it didn't take any effort to keep it there, as if it was weightless. As soon as the encounter ended my arm seemed to flick back under my duvet, and I soon realized that my hand hadn't physically moved at all and that what I was seeing was either my spirit's arm or simply an incredibly realistic hallucination.

I am coming to the conclusion that all of my encounters may have been out of body. The weird thing is that even though I was out of body during last nights encounter, I still had a sense of physical sensation, because part of my perception was still tied up in my physical body. I felt heavy and sluggish, but I really was moving around my room as I tried to stand up. The experience felt completely physical as my visual perceptions came from whatever form of me it was that was moving around my bed.

I think that O.B.E type abductions make sense of a lot of mysteries around this subject. It explains why there has never been any physical evidence retrieved during an abduction, it also explains why we seem to be able to fly and move through walls during our abductions and it could also explain why our abduction memories disappear like dream memories.

I think that because part of us remain tied to our bodies that perhaps this is how physical implants are found in the body. perhaps by surgically implanting our spirits that the physical body will manifest a foreign body within itself. This theory falls flat on it's face when I try to make sense of the removal of sperm and ovaries, but hey no-bodies perfect.

These are all just thoughts and my conclusions my change over time.

Happy new year

M. Doolittle.

Howdy,

I want to talk about the different levels of the conscious and subconscious mind as I think that this subject is extremely relevant if we want to understand the visitors and their motives.

We tend to think that our souls/consciousnesses are centred at the sub-vocal level of our minds, but I think that this is very far from the truth. I think that we tend to focus our attention on our sub-vocal thoughts, because whenever we interact with other humans this is the part of our minds that we use the most. I think that the sub-vocal or internal monologue is at the farthest level from our core-selves that we can get within ourselves, I think our core-selves/souls communicate with our physical selves through the medium of emotion and pure feeling. Our feelings tell us a lot about what is going on within ourselves, if we were emotionally traumatised as children these events can effect every aspect of our lives as adults, because we are emotionally off centre. Our subconscious selves are telling us that at an important point in our development that something went wrong and that we need to re-address these issues before we can live healthy and fulfilled lives. At the sub-vocal level such a person may be aware that they are always unhappy, but the sub-vocal level is a crude interpretation of external and internal influences therefore we can go through our whole lives fundamentally damaged and in deep emotional pain and yet be totally unaware that anything is wrong. I think that this is true of a huge majority of people on our planet. Whenever we meet someone who seems weird, crazy or just plain nasty I think that we are seeing the effects of deep emotional and spiritual scarring and pain.

Now I am going to get to the point (and about time too ), I am just coming round to the idea that the reason we have so much trouble communicating with the visitors is because of the way that they communicate with us. I think that the visitors are rubbish at verbalising their communications with us and often cause a lot of confusion and fear with their attempts to reassure us and communicate with us in a way that we are used to. I am discovering that when I am with the visitors that my mind becomes fragmented into several different levels. My sub-vocal level or conscious level is flooded with random information; this comes in the form of loud-pulsed alarm like noises, flashing or strobed vision and mental images that make little or no sense. I think that this is to distract the shallow sub-vocal level while they communicate with our deeper sub-conscious selves. The result is that when the noises and strobes have ended and I am exposed the raw fact that the visitors are here, I find that I am not scared and that I am fully equipped to communicate and interact with them. This could be viewed as a form of hypnotism, but I think that it is more than that. I think that the visitors communicate with their own kind soul to soul so that the information that they exchange is pure untainted and incredibly rich with information.

I came to these conclusions in the early hours this morning (April/15/07) after I was visited in my home by one or more visitor/s. I was sleeping on my sofa having just listened to Karrie?s radio show that morning. I awoke completely paralysed with the strobed vision and loud-pulsed noises pounding through my head. I was aware that there was someone or something stood behind my back. I started to analyse my paralysis and tried to focus on the sounds that I could hear. I realised that at a very deep level within myself that the sounds turned into the sound of a group of people talking rapidly. I realised that I was hearing the visitor talking with a number of different beings, but here is the revelation, I think that one of the beings having this conversation was myself. Here I was laid on my sofa completely unaware that I was taking part in a conversation with a group of alien beings. I could not quite tune in well enough to understand what was being discussed or said, but I was aware of four minds one of which was my own and there was a stream of information flowing between these minds. I interpreted this information as a stream of images and voices, but I think that this was simply an image that I conjured or was given to understand what the hell was going on here.

I think that this is why they are so crap at communicating with us in the way that we are used to. I think that when they take us that on some deep subconscious level that we know exactly what is going on and that they are in constant communication with a part of ourselves that we don't normally know exists, but this part is who we are; our core selves and it is this part that we must find and become if we are to understand who the visitors are and more importantly who we are.

The experience ended with as the voices disappeared and were replaced by the random pulsed sounds again, kinda like a radio station going of the air and being replaced by the sound of static. I could see a large white object in my peripheral vision outside living room window, moving upwards. I don?t know whether this was the being leaving my house or the craft it came in ascending as I could not make out scale and distance simply because I was seeing all this out of the corner of my eye. After a couple of seconds my paralysis eased off and I went to sleep as if nothing had happened. I think that I have learned a lot from this experience, but I still have no idea why they visited, what was being discussed or what any of it was all about.

I now think that the reason we have so much trouble interacting with the visitors is simply because we have so much trouble communicating with ourselves and once we develop this skill, we will find that we are fully equipped to communicate with beings from other stars.

Just my four dollars and eighty-six cents worth.