Strangely enough, my first encounter with a alien beings was at age 5,
that was 30 years ago and I still remember as if it were yesterday. I
had always been a loner as a child. At that age, no sisters or brothers
and parents that were too busy to pay attention to me, therefore I
spent a lot of time in my room. Alone. That is except for Foob. Foob
had been around for as long as I could remember. Whenever I wanted a
play mate he showed up. Foob was about my size and talked without
moving his mouth. He had taught me to talk like that too. To
concentrate real hard on what I wanted to say and then send it. It was
neat. Foob hadn't been out in the sun much, as his skin was a pale
green. I remember he had long fingers and when his hands were down to
his side they almost touched his knees. But I really hadn't thought too
much about Foob being a strange looking little boy. Just that he was my
friend and was always there when I called for him to play. We would sit
in my room playing with cars and dolls for hours upon end. Until of
course mom or dad came into the room and he would just disappear. I
asked him once why mom and dad couldn't see and talk with him and he
told me cause they could never learn to use their minds to talk. Foob
had strange eyes, the kind of eyes you could stare into and it looked
like dark pools of water. They had great big centers and kinda yellow
around the dark spots, sorta like a cat, a black cat with yellow eyes.

Foob told me he was from, up there, pointing to the sky. That's where
he lived. He told me of things that were to come and the changes that
had to occur now, at this time, (when I was five) and that I really
could help people. If I wanted to. Cause Foob had always been there for
me, I told him I would. And the next night, when Foob came he told me
he was going to take me in his spaceship and let me see it. Well I had
never been in one before and I gladly accepted the offer, knowing that
Foob would be with me. One minute he was holding my hand and the next
minute we were inside of a white metallic room. The walls extended to
the ceiling not in a straight manner but going inward at the top. I
laughed at the funny shaped wall and he told me it was the inside of
the ship. We walked down a long corridor into another room where a bed
was. Foob helped me climb up on the bed and told me to lay perfect- ly
still. It seems that I drifted off to sleep, and looking around the
room, I saw several other Foobs, all having a wee bit of difference
about them and dressed like doctors. Foob told me to lay on my stomach
on the bed and I did as was directed. He told me I could watch if I
wanted and I quickly said yes. I withdrew from the bed and stood next
to Foob, looking at the bed. I saw on the bed a girl, older, much older
probably in her teens or early 20's with long brown hair. Foob
explained to me that was me in a few years after I grew up. I watched
looking over the girl fascinated that it could possibly be me. But how
could it be, I was here and I wasn't that old? Then the other foobs
were going around the girl, looking at her, examining her, when this
big round some- thing came out of the ceiling protruding downward
toward the girl. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom.
Toward the bottom of the circular thing was a needle. The needle was
positioned over the girl's neck and was slowing moving to enter the
neck area.

I woke in my bed the next morning, feeling pretty tired and when down
stairs to get breakfast. After we ate breakfast, mom was combing my
hair and noticed a rash on the back of my neck. "What have you been
into?" she asked. "Nothing mom!" was my replied. She brought out this
pink solution and rubbed it on my neck.

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UPDATE:

I now know the solution as being Calamine lotion. I have never lost the
rash on the back of my neck. At times when I concentrate on UFO related
things the rash deepens to a darker red color and also takes on
different shapes and sizes according to the intensity of the
discussion. This has been verified and looked at by several connected
with the UFO field.

As far as the neck itself goes, I have been to two different
chiropractors and BOTH have told me that my neck was TOTALLY inverted,
the wrong way. Both have tried to straightened it out that only
proceeding in giving me severe headaches. So nevertheless I've never
let them complete the bone breaking process of my neck bones. The
latest doctor, also, approximately 1989/90 told me the I must have had
an accident when I was VERY young. Since I had already been told that
one by the first doctor, I relayed to this one that my mother said I
had "never" been in ANY accident of any kind, not even a bump or
jarring that could have caused the damage. The last one told me that I
had a deteriorating disk in my neck that meant that if I was in any
kind of collision and hit from the rear I would "probably" be killed
instantly and that was why his insistence on readjusting my neck. By
the look of the Xray, it's possible that the area he refers to as a
degenerating disk could possibly be something else. Could this be my
implant? Who knows!

Robert,
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