I will say this, when 3 alien entities pulled me into there dark controlled realm, I was more curious than afraid. Untill one of the three placed a disk device on my left jaw and neck area. The device began to draw my life force from my left side as the alien looked deep into my eyes. My left foot began to feel warm as the feeling began to climb up my leg. The same occured in my left hand and arm. The warm feeling felt like the foot/leg/hand/arm were immersed in warm liquid that turned hot and began prickling like electical voltage was being applied. This than went into my left chest where my calm now turned to utter uncontrolled terror. I was going into shock as my body stiffened and my back arched with my mind fighting the unbelievable experience.

Than, it all suddenly began to fade away just like the later sexual encounters. Pain and pleasure by the gray entities. The totally recalled abduction had a small communication projected into my mind as the three gray aliens were looking at me. One alien stood over and intently peered into my eyes as I heard a voice in my head. ” your a by product of a botched abortion “.

Does no use to be scared or act as if it damaged my conscious. I know what it is, and its everywhere. It did damage my physical left side. I have a form of neuropathy in the entire left foot/leg/hand/arm side that has bothered me ever since 1996.

Sounds like you aren’t bothered that much by your experiences. If not, I think that’s rare.

Please, no uncalled for remarks. I am telling you what they are doing to me. I have previously been abducted by 3 grays that I totally recall.

Sounds pretty scary and also a possible example of an episode that happened between sleep and full consciousness. In other words, perhaps it was a nightmare that spilled over into what you thought was waking awareness.

Then again, perhaps there WAS a strange demonlike entity outside your window. Where those come from, I’m not sure, but weirdness like this always makes me wonder how much of the “external world” is created by our thoughts, wishes, fears, etc. or capitalized on by whatever is there to make us see what it wants us to see.

Whenever I’m undergoing my own equivalent of these sorts of experiences, what I’m always struck by is not only how everything around me seems to become super intensely more vivid, more ‘real’, but how the light and the shade of everything ‘in’ the ’scene’ takes on this sort of electric luminosity, so that not just brightly coloured or well illuminated objects but even ones normally veiled in shadow suddenly flare up and become filled with this incredible internal radiant transparentness, making everything look as if it’s made of this weirdly glowing glass-like energy.

My version of the ‘black eyes’, though, is the eyes being filled with this sort of swirling kaleidoscopic sea of tiny black and white checks, (though I’ve also seen things like little rows of tiny flames).

The guy might’ve been right to be frightened, though, because when I was five my friend Christopher’s eyes suddenly took on this swirling chessboard effect, his face became filled with this hellish malevolent glee and then, pausing to give me this expression meaning he intended deliberate murder, he proceeded to shove my two year old brother Adrian straight down this deep flight of Victorian stone steps.

Then, when I was about eight, in Lodge Lane Swimming Baths, the eyes of these two much older lads suddenly filled up with these same swirling black and white checks and the pair of them immediately started holding me under the water, strangling me.

They’d've definitely drowned me if my best mate David Mills hadn’t come back from the toilet and started smacking away as hard as he could against the face of the lad with his hands ’round my throat, bellowing as loud as he could into the lad’s ear, “Billy! Billy!”, until ‘Billy’ suddenly seemed to come out of this trance with a sort of look of shock and bewilderment all over his face.

You can imagine, then, when my daughter’s eyes started doing the same thing as a little girl it spooked the living crap out of me.

AS she got older, though, she seemed to become normal, but she recently started telling me all about how she was sure she “used to be this dead old Jewish guy with a dead long beard”, and then started regaling me with all these dreams she’s been having aboard this giant space ship secretly parked above the Earth, which slightly freaked me out, because I had to admit I’d been having similar dreams, and some of them’d even featured her!

The speech patterns are a classic Men In Black mannerism as well.

Yes, but it would be pretty easy to spot a progeria victim, and not mistake them for teenaged boys.

Who created the fable? Bethel? I am inclined to think that he didn’t make it up. Whatever the case, he provided rich material for those who followed.

You might notice that I automatically pull for the opposite viewpoint when confronted with either skeptics or believers. It’s just my nature, and I apologize if it annoys or confuses, at least in a nasty way!