In 1994, the American psychologist Boris Landa (who had previously moved to the USA from the USSR) flew to Moscow. He was very interested in the topic of UFOs and aliens, which in those years was especially actively discussed in the post-Soviet press. Many people probably remember the numerous reports of UFOs and drums on the pages of newspapers.
But the psychologist was especially attracted by the topic of abducted by aliens and he wanted to get acquainted with the Russians, who assured that they were abducted by aliens and carried out strange operations on them. Landa met with Russian researchers of anomalous phenomena, including the ufologist Vladimir Azhazha, who described the following story in one of his books.
Azhazha arranged for Lande to meet with two women affected by the aliens. One of them was a girl Natasha (her last name is not called), who worked in a certain Moscow research institute. The psychologist asked Natasha's permission to apply hypnosis to her in order to find out the details of her abduction, and so the girl sat down more comfortably in a chair, closed her eyes and the session began. Landa started asking the girl questions.
- What woke you up that night?
- A voice, masculine, pleasant, called to the balcony. I don't remember how I got up and walked through the corridor. I found myself in the kitchen, in the corner, by the door, on the side where the hinges are. Rather, on the wall under the ceiling, because I saw myself in the kitchen. In a home dress. I go to the balcony.
- In a dress? Did you sleep in it?
- Not. Slept in a nightgown. Where does the dress come from? I do not know. I went out onto the balcony. I felt cold, it was September …
- Wait. Let's go back. You said you were under the ceiling and you see yourself in the kitchen. So where are you?
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- I was upstairs, watching and waiting. Yourself.
- How did you feel there?
- Something light, weightless. This was my sight there. And the one I walked through the kitchen was inanimate, a doll. On the balcony, we connected. From the cold, I wrapped my arms around myself and bent down so as not to knock on the linen rail.
- Did you want to go to the balcony?
- It was necessary. I didn't resist. They said they would show their planet.
- Who are they ?
- I do not know … There was no one.
- What did you see?
- Our street. Night. Houses with lights. Construction crane. I was told to look north. A ball hung larger than the full moon, beautiful, shimmering with pink and yellow light.
- What else have you seen?
“Nothing else that time. In the morning I woke up in my bed, wearing a shirt. And a few days later I got there …
- There?..
- Somewhere … I was led along the path. It was all dark, black sky. But everything is visible. A pebble path, rows of dark green bushes, trimmed, with small tea leaves.
- You said "led". Who was leading?
- Some kind of creature, half my height, black, shapeless, like a blot of volume. It seemed to be holding my hand, but the sensation of his hand was not there - nothing.
- Where were you going?
- Ahead, dazzling white houses glowed brightly. With high antennas. Large windows. The glasses were opaque. On the threshold, the blot disappeared. I was left alone in the brown room. I knew that someone was there, there were voices, muttering. They were somewhere outside the door going about their business. We did not perceive each other. Some kind of depressing impression. I stood alone, wanted to leave, but I couldn’t be without a blot. Finally a voice said, "This is how we live." The blot took me out into the street, out …
- Natasha, what happened to the leg?
- This is scary. I don’t want to remember.
Natasha's face tensed, tears flowed from her closed eyes. But she kept on saying:
Again I saw myself from the corner, from the wall, from above. I saw a green room and myself with loose hair, twisted into something white, but not into my clothes. I am lying on the table, my hands are free. I appeared, and we - the one that was looking and the one that was on the table - merged. And I felt a panic fear. I wanted to get up, leave, but I could not. They told me: "You need it that way."
- Who said?
- I do not know. There was no one in the green room, but I saw a long, 20 centimeters, metal rod, like a pencil. It was as if someone's hands were passing it to each other, like a surgeon's instrument. But I couldn't see the hands. Then they lowered the green curtain in front of me and said: "You don't need to see this." I felt that my legs were there, behind the curtain, bent at the knees and hanging over the table. And wild pain in my right leg. Unbearable pain. This pin is driven into the leg, into the bone, from the knee to the ankle. Such pain cannot be imagined, it was real.
- And then?
- Nothing. I never see the way back. I woke up in my bed this morning. The leg did not hurt, only it was somehow heavy. I didn't want to look at her.
- Did something happen to your leg before?
- She actually hurt me for a long time. I have been figure skating since childhood. It hurt when I laced up my boot. The right one is jogging. The pain began to interfere so much that at the age of 18 I quit skating. My leg hurt when I put on tight boots, when I touched it. But I ran, walked, got used to this pain, did not go to the doctor and was afraid to speak to my parents.
- Does it hurt now?
- Not. It's gone. And there are no traces. But that pain and fear … And the feeling that I can not do anything, I am in someone else's power and do not know what will happen … I drive this memory away.
Tears rolled down Natasha's cheeks again, and Boris Landa forced her to open her eyes. Gradually she came to her senses, tried to smile.
- I'm still there, in the green room …
- You will feel better, you have freed yourself from …
From what? Memories? Feel? Sleep?
When the girl after the session said goodbye to Landa and ufologist Azhazha, the psychologist said that the girl told him that there was something else, but which she would never tell about - it was too scary. Landa was sure that after a few more sessions of hypnosis, the girl would tell him this part too, but it is not known whether they have met yet, Azhazha does not mention this anymore.
We will publish the story of the second injured woman next time.
