Wed 15 Jan 92 8:37
By: Don Allen
Re: Contact story

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Article 3463 of alt.alien.visitors:
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From: dwn@cbnewsj.cb.att.com (david.nodes)
Subject: firsthand experience
Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories
Date: Mon, 13 Jan 1992 08:46:39 GMT
Message-ID: <1992Jan13.084639.10328@cbnewsj.cb.att.com>
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I am somewhat reluctant to post. I know how skeptical people can be.
Rightly so I geuss. There seems so much fooling around in this group.
Thanks to those who take this seriously.

In sept. 1985 while camping up over high point n.j. I was abducted by
what I believe had to have been extraterrestrials. I was awaken
sometime after midnight, I felt myself rising, tent, all my gear,
everything, floating up, it was not at all that unpleasant, smooth
rising. I was slow to react. I can have vivid dreams, it really took me
a few minutes to know I was actually awake. I was not frightened. I
knew something extraordinary was happening. When I finally stopped, I
felt cool metal beneath the floor of my tent. I crept to the opening of
my tent and started to undo the zippers and ties. Peeking out all I saw
was a uniform grey. Floors, ceilings, walls? I couldn't tell. I could
sense depth, it wasn't fog but fog like. By then, not scared, but very
excited, I sat and waited. Who am I? Nobody, this, I knew was the most
important thing that could ever happen to me. Some time passed (i had
no clocks of any kind), nobody came to get me. Figured I'd be summoned
or something. I had to pee. I stepped out of my tent. I looked out in
the gray blankness, it was all I could see, me and my stuff were all
there was. I pissed. I was embarrassed for myself. I felt I should just
do what I had too. I walked maybe 100 yrds out. I sensed nothing new,
just my stuff getting smaller behind me. Alot of time passed. I was now
a bit worried the food I had with me would not last too long. Finally a
wind whipped up. My stuff went sliding away from me. I laid flat to the
floor, with this wind ripping over me, the pads of my finger tips were
the only things holding me in place, and I felt my grip beginning to
slide, til finally I flew off in the direction of my stuff at the mercy
of this wind (force?). When I came to rest I began to hear explosions.
Looking around I saw what appeared a battlefield. A tattered chainlink
fence topped with razor wire was in front of me (the direction I slid
from). The explosions seemed far off. I could see flashes in the
darkened (nightime?) sky. There was asphalt under me, it felt very
real, there air was cool, much cooler than the grey place, helicopters
were in the sky shining lights, looking for something. I got to my
knees, keeping low, I looked around, spotting a lit door in back of me.
I crawled to it, crawled in the door way, slamming it shut behind me.
It was a hotel room. An average looking place. I heard none of the
sounds of war I had left behind. There was a hot meal on a tray, some
kind of meat, in a red tomato sauce, with pasta, or something like
pasta, it was bland stuff really, maybe not quite right. I ate it all.
I felt relieved, it seemed a normal enough hotel room. I took a shower.
I laid on the bed and slept for awhile after that. I was exhausted alot
of time had past. I woke in the very same room. An urgent thought was
'pressed' into my mind. See I, David was given a very important
decision. I could end everything, not just my life, all life, that was
clear, all I had to do was press the tip of my pinky, to the center of
the wall. I decided to do it. I am not sure why, at this point, I felt
I was being tested, like the rat in the maze and I didn't know if I
would ever see the world I knew again anyway, maybe I was ready to end
it all. I approached the wall, and slowly applied my pinky tip to the
doomsday spot. Thru the walls I felt the searing heat coming. The
whitest hot wall of light replaced the wall of the room and advanced
slowly towards me. As it got to me I felt it consume me, it was the
strangest thing, as it was working my way across my body towards the
pinky tip that was still on the wall, I was aware of the non-existance
of the parts of my body the light was passing thru. As the light
consumed my head, I was still 'watching' it work down consuming my arm
to the pinky on the wall. Before it consumed the last of my pinky tip,
I released, the tip from the spot, and all was as it was before I
touched the spot. It was remarkable. I tried it several times. Always
releasing the tip from the spot before it was totally consumed. I
feared what might happen if I didn't. I spent seemingly weeks in this
room, facing similiar strange situations. At the end of it, I awoke,
stiff, sleeping on the ground where my tent had been pitched, the knees
of my jeans where worn from crawling and stuff I did, in the seeming
weeks, when I was wherever I was. I hiked back to my car and drove
home. I did not report it to any authorities. I told some of my closest
friends. They came up with lots of rationals. The experience was quite
real, and I could really write hundreds of pages of what I experienced
in the 'hotel room'. My life goes on today. I don't care if anyone
believes. I was not mis-treated physically, I can recall none of the
medical type tests other people report. I am not sure whether I would
care for the experience again. I think I would. I feel privileged in a
way. There are forces in the universe greater than ourselves. Capable
of collecting us like bugs, and running us thru mazes like rats.
Skeptics go rot. I really don't care if anyone believes, I wouldn't if
I hadn't gone thru it firsthand. I will post more of my experiences in
the 'hotel' if anyone is interested. -dave


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