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February 26th, 2015


I made contact last night. One finally spoke to me.  At least, I think… I will post what I can remember. I openly confess that my conscious mind is continually trying to convince me that this was a dream.  I was lying in bed, somewhere between dream land and the waking world. Thoughts wandering. You know how it is.  Suddenly, I became, as I often have in my lifetime, aware of a presence. This night, however, I was not struck by the paralysis. Not an involuntary one, however. I was so terrified I could barely move, but move, I could. I pulled myself up and huddled against the wall.  My door creaked open and in walked a strange creature.  In my previous posts, I have described these creatures as a-typical Greys. Small, hairless, enlarged eyes. The usual “Alien” image which has pervaded the human mind for centuries.  This individual was different.   He was tall. Above eight feet, he had to stoop to avoid hitting my ceiling with his head. His body was thin, very thin. I couldn’t see much of him, he turned his body so he was shrouded in darkness. His face was comparable to the beings which I have seen before, but it was ancient beyond anything I can describe. Withered and hard, but with an emotion I can only describe as softness in the corner of his massive, black eyes.  He “spoke” to me, although no words left his mouth and I don’t think any left mine either, throughout the entirety of our conversation. I’m not even sure words encompass what I experienced. My room fell away and we were left in darkness. Flashes of colors, scenes from distant worlds I can’t describe in any way other than “fantastical.” Soaring skyscrapers, flashes of movement, bizarre creatures with too many eyes and limbs that moved like fluid, glass domes and red and gold skies over green oceans.  He told me his name was “Prou,” pronounced “Prow,” (the spelling somehow appeared in my head) and he was pleased to finally meet me.  I, in a moment of incredulity, extended my hand and he shook it with his. It felt strange, wooden in texture, but warm and soft. It enveloped my entire hand and he held it for a moment before telling me that it brought him joy to experience friendship with someone he had studied closely for so many years.    He apologized for the many years of fright and assured me there was no need to be afraid.

He told me there was a purpose behind their visits – and the visits millions of other people around the world have, but are completely unaware of.   He told me that they were not aware I could remember, not until they came across the memory of my last post about their visitations. Told me it made me an oddity in their eyes and unique in their experience, that I could accurately remember a real visit. I asked what he meant, and in a moment, I understood the reasoning behind Extra Terrestrial Encounters… To a degree, at least. As far as my limited human understanding could grasp.  They harvest memories. They observe our world, our culture and our society through our eyes. He also told me that for some reason, when confronted with a visitation, the human mind will create memories that are not quite real (abduction stories) to adjust for the amount of fear they feel. The vast majority of people who are visited will never be aware of their visits. The human mind simply represses it. The ET’s themselves have no hand in making us forget – our mind does not want to remember, so it does not. My accurate memories of visits and contemplation of them makes me very unique in their books, it would seem.  He told me that the Human race is unique in the universe in how young we are and yet how advanced we have become. In the past two thousand years, we have nearly caught up to their civilization, which is nearly twenty thousand years old. They are the greatest of this galaxy’s civilizations. We are accomplishing feats in decades which took them centuries to work out. As a result, they, and the other races of our galaxy, are afraid of us, but they want to understand us before they approach us.

  As a by note, he told me that his civilization, nor any other, has yet to discover a way to travel to other galaxies. Nor have they made contact with any beings from another galaxy. It may be impossible. But they are hoping that we may unlock the secrets to intergalactic travel.  He’s not sure, but his civilization believes that their rather unscrupulous, arrogant ancestors may have had a hand in our creation and evolution. It isn’t the first time they’ve come across a random world with beings that resemble themselves in a distant manner. They feel the need to watch over us as a result. They do not directly interfere, but they are constantly watching us in silence.  He told me that our visits are purely scientific. Each of their subjects are injected with a biological particle – he admitted being impressed that I had thought of that possibility. The particle is quantum in nature. It phases in and out of this reality. It cannot be found unless you know how to find it. As a result, it is capable of storing massive amounts of information, but it cannot be read at a distance. They must be within three meters of the particle. Many people are “visited” from outside their dwellings – hence why there are videos of extraterrestrials outside windows, doors and in backyards.  Our visits are information dumps from this “biological hard drive.” It stores our memories, thoughts and  experiences.  In harvesting this information, they have been able to greatly advance their own culture. His explanation was that humanity and humans as individuals are vastly more creative than their own. They are a logical people, and as such, have limitations. Humans, he said, are basically insane – and as a result, think so far out of the box that we end up inventing things far beyond our time. And we are so diverse that we devote massive amounts of time to thousands of projects – he said if we could breed out our aggression, we would be the only utopian society besides his own in the known galaxy.

They seek out unique individuals – those with genius intellect, the mentally unstable but still functional, the creative thinkers – and they observe their minds for the spark of innovation.  They take our mundane, day to day ideas and they create each and every one of them. If you are one of their subjects, every crappy daydream invention you’ve come up with, they have made it, utilized it, improved it, tested it and either incorporated it into their lives or done away with it. In the past thousand years, we have improved their technology a thousand fold.  They also plant ideas in our heads – ingrain their presence in our culture and lore in the hopes that we will accept them when we finally meet.  And he told me to tell of our meeting. Told me I am a prized subject and that they have influenced my life, mind and body in ways I cannot comprehend. That they watch over me and many others like me since we were little children.  We are star-children and we are their friends in their eyes. We have no need to fear them. He told me we would meet again soon and we would have much to discuss.  Then… He asked if I wanted to come with him. Told me I could live a thousand years and see a thousand worlds. Never want for friendship or admirers.  To my own surprise, I told him no. Although I have wanted nothing more than to traverse the stars and often daydream of other worlds… I’m not ready for that, and I have too much to live for here. Too many people I love that I could not bear to never see again. My children, my lover. I told him that maybe at the twilight of my life, I would be ready.  He told me he understood, and in a moment I was back in bed and he was gone. I laid there a long time in a daze before coming back to reality.  There is so much in my mind right now I want to share, but I don’t know how.  NOTE: The above image is a rendering