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For as long as I have been displaying my art on the web I have been reluctent to tell people about my own experiences.

This time I have decided to bite the bullet and share details of my own experiences of meetings with the visitors.

So here they are, I will describe my encounters in a linear fashion; starting with the earliest and ending with my most resent memories.

My first definite encounter occurred when I was about 4 years old.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night and having a weird conversation with myself, I think in hindsight that I was actually conversing with the creature that I was about to see, but strangely as I look back; it seems like the dialogue was entirely internal and with myself, or with a character whom I had invented.

 

I remember thinking how scared I would be if I actually met a spaceman and what he would have to look like so that I wouldn’t be scared. I remember thinking of the monster munch characters from a kids snacks advert on TV, but I thought that, that might be too scary, so instead I invented a teddy bear character loosely based on the Ewoks that I had seen on a movie trailer for the cinema release of Return of The Jedi.

At that point I got out of bed and walked to my window and opened my curtains. When I looked out I saw a pair of feet directly in front of my face, I then followed them up with my eyes and was confronted with the my first full image of a Grey. At the time I believed that the almond shaped eyes most certainly denoted the creature as evil or angry, so I reacted with abject terror. I don’t remember any more of that encounter, but I am sure that prior to my confrontation with the creature, that I was actually having a conversation with it, in which it was persuading me to come to the window to meet the spaceman, who had come to visit me.

 

Its weird, but when I try to remember the parts of the conversation in which it was actually talking, I cannot get anything, I just get my own thoughts and images.

 

The encounter above imprinted the image of the greys eyes and face in my mind, but even though I knew that the image in my memory was real, I had nothing to label it with; I just had a memory of, one night when I was a very small; opening my curtains and seeing this weird animal with the big black eyes and white face hovering outside my window.

 

For some reason I knew it was incredibly important not to let myself believe that I had imagined it.

 

In 1986 my sister and I saw the movie Cocoon at the cinema; throughout the movie my elder sister was mortified to see me cover my eyes and cower every time the glowing floating E.Ts revealed themselves, I actually shrieked at part of the movie when the Cocoons were opened to reveal the disheveled emaciated beings inside.

I guess that this may have been caused by some deeply buried memory of an encounter with the wrinkled browns in my drawings.

 

My first image of the browns came to me as I awoke one morning when I was about 14 years old. I don’t remember anything that may have happened that night, but I awoke with the detailed image of a hooded wrinkled brown being, clear in my mind. I had no dream to associate it with, nor had I ever seen anything like it in the media. The being’s head did remind me of the Klingons in star trek, but nothing else matched anything that I had ever seen before.

 

The year before when I was 13 years old, I had a definite encounter that left me so shaken, that immediately afterwards, I thought that I was losing my mind.

Much later during 1996 I underwent a regression session, with the help of a local ufologist and ex professional nurse, to better remember this encounter, which disturbed me so much; I therefore have a much more concise memory of this encounter.

 

It was 1990 and I was having a sleepover at my friend’s house. At the time he lived in an old bungalow, which was surrounded on all sides by empty fields and was one mile from the nearest village. Due to the size of the building I had to share a room with him with only one bed, so we decided to sleep at opposite ends of the small bed, top and tail fashion.

Because we were both teenage boys, we both agreed to sleep fully clothed, in our street clothes (paranoid or what).

 

Without the aid of regression I remembered laying in bed extremely confused at the wrong end with my clothes half off. I had an image of an upside down train carriage hovering in the air and as I got out of bed to sort my clothes out and reorient myself I felt extremely nauseous. I felt as if my mind was spinning and I was trying desperately to hold onto the image of this inverted flying train carriage for some unknown reason.

 

Under regression I remember waking up in the middle of the night completely paralysed, I remember seeing an incredibly bright light shine through the window shortly followed by two small spindly silhouettes. I remember being lifted from the bed and of floating through the solid window; outside. I was then lifted rapidly up a cold windy beam of blue light to a cigar shaped object, with a row of rectangular windows along the bottom on either side. I entered the craft through a manhole type opening into a funnel shaped room with a bench running around the circumference. It was then that I saw my captors, who were the Grey beings, exactly as I have sketched them in my drawings. They undressed me and led up the low funnel ramp wall and through a wide door into a rounded corridor. I remember some strange details, like the fact that the walls were paneled metal and that the floor felt rubberized and had one inch'ish size squares cut into it in a grid fashion.

 

I was led into a side room with a huge rectangular window and a low bench table in the middle. I remember that the room was extremely cold that there were at least two beings already in this room, one of which seemed to be higher up than the rest and female for some reason. This being wore a robe and was about half a foot taller than her companions.

 

I was laid on the table and a thin mechanical arm unfolded from the ceiling, I was rolled onto left side while the pincers on the arm worked on my right lower ribs.

 

I have the feeling that I was cut; although I felt no pain and I had an image that a small amount of marrow was removed from my lowest rib.

 

I was then put through several more medial type procedures that I would rather not share, suffice it to say that they were very traumatic and stressful. I remember being told to look into the females eyes during the procedures. When I did, I felt like the blackness of her eyes was swallowing my mind, but when this happened it was completely calm and the pain from the procedures disappeared. Occasionally I would get a sharp, hot, shocking pain that would jolt my whole body, during which I would drop out of the trance induced by the female, but she would then tell me to focus on her eyes again and I would go under again.

The memory is somewhat confused, but I do remember being in several different positions during the procedures. I know that it all ending with me up curled into a fetal position.

I remembered this because when I was looking into the females eyes, I have the feeling that I was seeing her at a 90 degree angle.

 

When the procedure was finished, I was led out of the room and into the funnel room where I first entered the craft. I remember being able to resist the greys attempts at dressing me, so that they ended up leaving my zip fly and button undone on my jeans.

 

I was descended back to Daniel's house and entered through the window to his room accompanied by three greys. They hurriedly laid me into the bed at the wrong end and left through the window. I remember laying awake feeling totally disillusioned by my encounter, I felt that I had met aliens only to be raped by them, I hadn’t learned anything from them and I had no idea what to do, I just laid there staring at the ceiling. As I did this I began to feel a weird dissociation in my mind as if the events that I had just experienced were becoming jumbled and confused. I tried desperately to hold onto my memories, but could only cling to the image of the cigar shaped craft, which I later interpreted as an upside down flying train carriage. I soon realised that I was laid at the wrong end of the bed and to make matters worse, when I got out of bed I found that my jeans were only just above my knees totally exposing my genitals.

I quickly corrected myself and got back into bed at the original end, before Daniel could awake to notice my compromised state.

 

This encounter haunted me throughout my life even though my memories of it were really vague; even though I couldn't really remember much; I knew that I personally and emotionally needed to remember this encounter, therefore I chose to focus on these memories during my first regressional session.

 

About a year after this encounter; my mother died of cancer, which threw my life into a  long depression.

I don't know if the visitors chose to leave me alone for awhile or whether my psychological state prevented me from remembering any encounters with them, never less my next memories of meeting the greys came about 5 years after my encounter with them at Daniel's house. 

 

At age nineteen; I was living on my own in a terraced house in West yorkshire. I had joined a book club and had been sent a book which I hadn't ordered, it was sent out as an editors choice book.

 

The book was John Mack's 'Abduction' I didn't really want to read it as I didn't really believe in the idea of Alien Abduction, but as I read the first few pages; I kept finding disturbing parallels with experiences from my own childhood.

The main parallels were the descriptions of waking in the middle of the night completely paralysed and the undeniably real image of the being levitating outside my bed room window. The book also caused several memories to surface that I had put to the back of my mind by labelling them as nightmares.

I remembered waking in the middle of the night several times as a child completely paralysed, terrified by the knowledge that I was not alone as I had seen several pale bald heads moving about around my bed.

 

There are many more parallels too many to mention, one of which is how I remember reacting to the image of a greys face in the video shop window when the movie Communion came out.

 

As I teenager I became interested in eastern meditation and I learned that by entering a deep level of meditation that I could temporarily forget the grief of my mothers passing.

By age nineteen I was meditating almost every night and I had learned to feel the movement of my conscience around my body, so I decided to conduct an experiment. I wanted to see if I could project my conciseness outside of my own body.

I was unemployed at the time so I had a lot of time to prepare and also my girlfriend was on a collage trip to Germany so I had all the time I would need.

At the time I was claiming unemployment benefit and as a smoker I would soon run out of money before the end of the week.

During my experiment I would spend every night in deep meditation, trying to project myself outside my own body.

 

By thursday that same week I ran out of food and I would have to wait until saturday before I would receive any more money, so I decided to spend as much time asleep as possible so that my hunger would not be so unbearable.

Ironically my only sustenance at the time was coffee, so I was on a diet of sleep and coffee (not exactly ideal).

At the time I had no problem going to sleep at will, so even with a system full of coffee I was able to sleep for about 14 hours without a break. At one point I awoke in the middle of the night with my mind racing, so I used my mediative techniques to slow my thoughts so that I could go back to sleep. Suddenly I began to feel my entire self begin to spin, as if I was doing backward somersaults over and over again, even though at the time I was laid in my bed.

The spinning got faster and faster, until it was unbearable, so I decided to focus all of my concentration on a point in space just in front of my face, in a attempt to halt the illusion of spinning.

The effect was spectacular, I felt as if I had locked my self onto a spinning wheel which ripped me from my body with explosive force.

 

One second I was laid in my bed the next I was hurled across the room.

I instantly knew that I was truly out of my body, the experience was similar to diving into a pool, the sounds, the light and the feeling of bodyweight all changed instantly. I had no sense of physical mass what-so-ever and I could suddenly hear voices as if there was a heated debate going on just outside my house. There was also the sound of a loud clarion, which seemed to be coming from my own body, the air seemed to be alive with a swirling glowing light, which I can only compare to television static.

I had complete control of my movement through the air, as soon as I wished to stop my movement I stopped instantly with no feeling of inertia at all. I spun myself around to better see my surroundings and as I did I thought that I caught a glimpse of a black cat sitting on a chair on the end of my bed. The image actually shocked me enough that I felt an instant need to re-enter my body and as soon as this feeling entered my mind; I was instantly transported into my body.

 

As soon as I was in my body I got out of bed on legs that felt like rubber, to turn on the light. As soon as I did; I looked to see if I could see the cat on the chair at the foot of my bed.

I then realised that the cat was simply my dressing gown which was draped on the chair with the belt cord dangling down giving the illusion of the cats tail.

 

By lowering my head above my bed I was able to estimate roughly the position of my point of view during my O.B.E. When I found the point that I inhabited when I thought I saw the cat on the chair, I noticed that from that particular position my dressing gown really did look very much like a black cat, but from every other position the illusion was ruined by lumpy shape of the material.

 

I have described the event above, because I think that it may have influenced my following encounters with the visitors.

 

Approximately one week after the event above, I awoke at about 3am; completely paralysed except for my eyes.

As soon as I realised that I was paralysed; I was filled with dread as I had finished reading John Mack's book 'Abduction', and was aware of the possibility that I may have had encounters with the visitors in the past.

 

While I waited for something to happen I watched the area in my room near to my bedroom window, which just happened to be above the top of the stairs which led into my attic bedroom.

I then heard footsteps coming slowly up the thinly carpeted wooden stairs, so I focused all of my attention on the top of the stairs, waiting for something to appear.

As I watched I saw something small about the size of a young child step slowly onto the carpet of my room. At the time I had difficulty focusing on the subject, as my vision was hindered by the paralysis and I was trying to look at the creature through my own cheeks as I could not move my head to get a better look.

At first I was sure the creature was a Grey as described by the Abductees in John Mack's book, but as I watched the image seemed to clarify into the shape of my pet cat (Finbar). As I watched he just sat at the top of the stairs and watched me and after about 3 minutes he simply got up and walked back downstairs. I listened to his footsteps as he walked downstairs and I waited. After a few seconds my paralysis simply wore off so I tried to speak to see if my girlfriend (Michelle) who was laid next to me had heard anything. I then learned that I had lost the ability to speak; when I say that, I mean that there was no discomfort or any dry or swollen sensation, I just could not make any sound at all. At that point I sat up and tried to make an AAAAAHHH! sound as you would at the doctors while he examines your tonsils.

At first there was absolutely no sound at all, but halfway through the AAAAAHHH! I regained my voice so that I made a .........aAHHH! sound. It was literally like someone had thrown a switch in my voice box. There was no sensation in my throat other than the sudden vibration of my vocal cords.

As I made the sound I felt a movement at my feet and was surprised to see that my yell had disturbed Finbar who had been sleeping there throughout the event and obviously could not have been the subject of my scrutiny moments earlier.

Luckily my AAAHHH did not disturb Michelle for which I was grateful, as I would have been hard pressed to offer her a logical explanation that would not have scared the crap out of her.

 

In 1996 I had the opportunity to analyse my memory of this event with the aid of  regressional therapist 'Eric Morris' who paid me a visit twice during this year.

During my regression I saw that the being was indeed a Grey; who sat at the top of my stairs while he worked at a hand held console, which seemed to be controlling some aspect of my paralysis. I recalled feeling my paralysis tighten and loosen in waves, I could also hear phantom noises, like drilling sounds and tapping sounds which changed with the pulses of the paralysis.

 

After several minutes of these strange sensations, the being simply stood up and walked back down the stairs leading to my room.

 

 

To be continued.