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UFOs and Aliens Are Real,
But They Aren't What You Think
By
James Donahue
I believe I have been in an alien craft, although I can't prove it, and I have almost no memory
of it.
No memory except an odd feeling that lingers whenever I think about a certain moment in my youth. Because of
this reoccurring flash back. . . almost a nightmare. . . I think that I was once picked up by aliens and taken for a ride.
When
I was in the seventh grade, my parents moved the family to a small Michigan farm. We lived in a large two-story brick country
home, with steep roof lines and lots of gables. My parents renovated the house and added a two-car garage with a wrap-around
roof over a side porch. The porch roof extended out from under my upstairs bedroom windows.
Because it was so easy
to slide up the aluminum screen windows and slip out on the roof from my bed, it was a favorite thing on a hot summer night
to get on the roof and enjoy the cool night breeze. I would spend hours daydreaming and listening to the sounds of the night
creatures. I distinctly remember the sounds of the bullfrogs in a nearby pond and the loons and whippoorwills. There also
were crickets and a multitude of other things that I could not identify. In late July and all through the month of August,
the fireflies worked their magical dance throughout the night sky.
There were wonderful idle summer days spent on that
farm, mostly because we never farmed it. For Dad, it always was a hobby farm. For me, it was a place of adventure and imagination.
I
have fond recollections of almost every part of the time spent on that farm except one thing. . . the nights I spent on the
roof. Every time I think of doing that, I have an unexpected vision of something that brings tears to my eyes and makes
my heart beat fast. It is an image of a large orange globe rising up from behind the barn, which stood directly behind the
house. It is a very large and perfectly round object, much bigger than the moon and somewhat brighter. It just rises up over
the roof of the barn and hangs there. I don't remember anything else. I was once told that if you see something like that,
you should look behind you. It is not an alien ship, but a holographic distraction to keep your eyes turned away from something
going on in another part of the sky. I suspect that I was abducted.
So if I was picked up by a strange craft why were
these beings interested in me? And what did they do with me once they had me in the ship? Was I tortured, or shown things?
Did they take my DNA, my sperm or my blood for experimentation? Was I altered in some way? Is there something different about
me than the other humans I live among?
A few years after that I saw my first and only UFO. It was during my college
years. I was about 21 then and taking a year off from school to work on oil wells following the discovery of a large field
near Jonesville, Mich. I was working with another man on an oil well service rig. We traveled around, cleaning paraffin from
the pipe that brought the crude up and out of the earth.
It was a dirty and tiresome job. We would set up at the well
head, and then take turns pulling a heavy lead weight and brush up a foot or two, then dropping it again. We called it spudding
the sinker. We sometimes kept it up for hours until working our way through the thick coating of paraffin, breaking it loose
from the well casing.
It was a hot summer day and there was no wind. I was taking a break while my partner did his turn at spudding. I remember
I had a headache and I took the opportunity to lie on my back in some nearby grass and stare up into what was a clear blue
sky. There wasn't a cloud. But there was something directly overhead. It looked like a star.
I thought it was odd to
be seeing a star in the summer sky in mid-afternoon. I kept looking at that star, wondering if it was a planet. Then, without
warning, it moved like a shot off to the west and disappeared. I realized it was no star. Its behavior was too odd to be a
normal aircraft. I realized that I had probably been looking at a UFO.
After college, when I could read books for pleasure
again, I began collecting information about abnormal events, including UFO sightings and reports of alien encounters. When
I became a newspaper reporter, I had the opportunity to interview many people who saw these things. They included police officers,
and even one judge who said he saw a giant cigar-shaped object, displaying multi-colored lights, float silently right over
his country home near South Haven, Michigan. It was hard for people who knew that judge to discredit his story. He was the
type of person who would never have told a story like that unless it was true.
This is where my story gets a little
strange.
I met the so-called "grays" a few years ago in Arizona while using a set of tapes produced by Monroe Institute
to learn how to leave my body.
It was the first time I ever consciously looked into the supernatural world that exists
outside of our physical world, although I think we may all visit there when we sleep and dream. Once you know how to do it,
it is as simple as going into a trance and having a daydream. Robert Monroe, who developed the technique through the use of
sound frequencies called hemispheric-synchronization, wrote books on the subject.
Nearly all who has attended classes at the institute, and many
people who bought the tapes and took a home course, have successfully visited that world and seen for themselves just who
the "grays" and other alien life beings are.
Going back to my story, I was listening to a tape, and in a state of mind
that Monroe called "Focus 10." I suddenly found myself staring face-to-face at two round headed, large-black-eyed beings who
were carefully examining me. The encounter was very brief because I think they fled the moment they realized that I could
see them.
I have met other intelligent life forms while exploring out of my body. One of the strangest was a bright
light that seemed to take on some resemblance of human form when it approached me. I think it was trying to tell me it was
an intelligent entity who wanted to communicate. I referred to it as a "gingerbread man" because it was unable to take on
the detailed characteristics of a human body. It's form was so general, it looked like a glowing white gingerbread man. The
day I met it, I found we could communicate much like you can talk to animals, by thinking in pictures. It could read my thoughts
and return pictures of its own. The message this individual had for me was a warning of smoke and fire. I think it was trying
to warn me about something in the future.
The next time I met the gingerbread man, he seemed very happy to see me.
He led me on a wonderful, fast moving romp through his world of color and light. We tumbled and flew through the air and enjoyed
each other's company. My visit lasted until the Monroe tape ended and I was snapped back into my body. After that I never
saw him again.
The
point of all this is that I am convinced that many of the aliens and even the ships they fly, do not come from outer space.
They come from a parallel universe, a spiritual world that surrounds us. They are very aware of us, yet most of the human
race has little awareness of them. That some people believe in angels is about as close to thinking about aliens as we ever
come.
Yes, angels are part of the same alien world. They are aliens, and not creatures created by an external god to
look after our everyday needs. I believe they are parasites that try to control and manipulate us. These things surround us
sometimes by the hundreds, we cannot see them, and they are constantly putting thoughts in our heads. We need to be aware
of this and learn how to keep them out of our heads.
I believe one group, which we call the grays, has succeeded in
crossing the veil that separates our world from theirs. That is why humans report seeing them on occasion. The many drawings
and even the Hollywood version of them is quite accurate. That also is why we have such a rash of sightings of flying ships
that seem to flash across the sky, moving erratically for a few seconds, before disappearing.
My theory is this. The
grays use these ships to get into our world. But once they are here they have difficulty controlling their flight. And they
also are limited in the time that they can stay in this environment, which to them must seem like moving around in a thick
pea soup. Compared to theirs, our world is very dark and dense. If one of their crafts did, indeed, crash at Roswell, New
Mexico, it may have been because it failed to return within the required time limit.
If my theory is correct, then the thought of our government
spending millions of dollars trying to duplicate and fly a craft like that one, is rather funny. These oval ships were never
designed to fly in our atmosphere. That is why one and possibly others have crashed.
So if I was abducted by aliens
and taken for a ride as a young man, was it the grays that I encountered? I doubt that. I think there are still a lot of secrets
to be uncovered about this universe. Learning just what happened to me is something I have yet to do.
One thing is
certain. We are not alone. Our universe and the parallel universe from which we came is teeming with life.
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