On November 10, 2002, a letter from 29-year-old Mark Webster came to one of the ufological sites. This site is one of those specially designed for exchange of experience and mutual assistance. People who survived abduction by aliens (abduction) talk about the ordeal that befell them, ask questions. Others console them, give advice, and sometimes they make fun of them.
“I've had different encounters with aliens,” Mark writes. "The good and the bad." Explaining this introduction, he says that while he was little, everything went well. But then, when he grew up, "they", that is, the aliens, "crossed all the boundaries." If only not to let a person out from under his influence and "fool" with all sorts of promises!
Mark does not deny that these contacts gave him special abilities, or at least opportunities. “I have a vague feeling that there is some kind of program in my head, or maybe there is too much information there,” writes Mark. - I am not a scientist and yet I understand a lot of things concerning our Universe. Many of my ideas or theorems that I do not discuss with others would lead to real breakthroughs in science. After some time, I hear that it was opened by such and such (not me). And I always say that I already knew that. Where from? I have no idea. I knew that was all.
My first contact memory is the man in black. I was still small, I could hardly speak, and this man communicated with me telepathically. I remember that in my room there was often some kind of vortex air movement, and I perceived this as a completely normal thing. When I turned 13, this is what happened. In my bathroom at home, I saw two vibrating balls - one blue, the other red. A very strange sound was coming from them, and they were moving at incredible speed. I felt dizzy, but my reaction was strange - I burst out laughing. Now, when I think about it, I already know that they tried to try something on me, but it didn’t work for them, it didn’t work.
Here's another episode. I was 15 years old, and I was sitting in a hut 400 meters from the house, when the branches of the trees over my head suddenly parted in a fabulous way, and a bright light rushed over me. I was not scared. It was through this light that communication with "them" began. How? I dont know. But then the contact suddenly broke off - “they” said that they had to leave, since someone was coming here. I ran to the top of a nearby hill and indeed, 200 meters away, I saw a familiar guy. Apparently, they smelled him. I always had the feeling that I should not tell anyone about what was happening to me. But now - that's it, that's enough! I am already 29, and what happened to me recently was the last straw. I don't want to have anything to do with this anymore. I managed to maintain my sanity and interest only in what is fact.
One night, strange creatures appeared near my bed. I woke up and saw them - not at all like the typical "grays" that everyone talks about. These were short, maybe fifty centimeters tall. Yes, they were gray, but they looked more like little monsters, not people. It happened at the moment of my awakening, and it took me some time until it dawned on me that this was not a nightmare, but reality.
When I woke up completely, I was only able to move my eyes. I had a feeling of disgust, indignation. I tried to scream, but in vain - no words, nothing. I tried to at least jerk my leg - in vain. And they chatted among themselves, or rather, gesticulated. They were wearing some kind of robes, and these creatures seemed warty, and their large onion noses made them even more ridiculous. I saw them, as if in a haze, and then they seemed to dissolve, and then my body again began to obey me, but the reaction was terribly slow.
I have an implant on my right shoulder blade in a muscle under the skin. One morning I woke up and realized that he was there. I felt this place and felt a seal there.
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As I matured, it became difficult for them to manipulate me. They hunted me everywhere with the help of a creature making telepathic contact. But I flatly refused to cooperate with them on the next stage. I know how to deal with them. Everything they say is a lie, a lie, one continuous lie!"
… But stop! Let's interrupt this more than strange monologue for a moment and talk about what kind of man this Mark Webster is. Maybe he's just crazy? Or made it all up? Then why should we waste time on all these stories?
Alas, Mark himself admits that he had doubts, whether they were dreams or hallucinations It took years for the pieces of the mosaic to begin to form with each other, and only then there was confidence. For a very long time, it did not even occur to him to associate the strange facts of his life with aliens: he considered himself a person with a rich imagination and even slightly out of this world - because of the problems that he was always pondering and the riddles that he was trying to solve. For this reason, he turned to metaphysics, psychoanalysis, mathematics, field theory and other complex things, trying to understand what is possible and what is not.
Then, when Mark began to guess that he was dealing with aliens, it occurred to him that they must be from a "dead" planet, that's why they think only of themselves. And all the assurances that their intervention is exceptionally beneficial for us earthlings are extremely suspicious: why, then, so much secrecy?
Such reflections and doubts torment abductants constantly. And little by little, a person changes - from within. Researchers, by the way, confirm that a victim that has been in the hands of aliens will never be the same person. Memories torment … And some of these people know that under hypnosis they would be able to restore the "missing details." Mark stubbornly refused hypnosis. Why? Because he is afraid to find out the truth. It is better to consider your impressions as dreams, oddities, a play of imagination than to admit that you are not free, that you are being manipulated by some strangers. And they do not care how these contacts are reflected in your "I", in your life. Yes, hypnosis is far from perfect. But that's better than nothing. If, of course, a person wants to know the truth about himself.
And one more small note. Someone who reads to the end this painful, long-suffering confession, for sure, it may seem that the person has "gone crazy." At least Mark clearly has signs of a persecution mania. This is not surprising. Researchers are concerned that many abductants develop symptoms of schizophrenia itself. Someone has paranoia, and this seems to be "observers" everywhere, others - megalomania, and such consider themselves "chosen" from above. The results in both cases are the most deplorable: family discord, conflicts with friends and colleagues, withdrawal, loss of work … Sometimes a person makes a very strange impression on others. On the one hand, he seems to be a completely sane person, but on the other, he is an irrepressible dreamer who can no longer always distinguish reality from those visions that were inspired,Aliens "implanted" into his brain. Moreover, he will unconditionally accept for reality the delirium characteristic of a seriously ill person. And here's an example - the words of Mark himself.
- I remember how one day I was found unconscious on the street and quickly taken to the hospital. On the way, I kept losing consciousness, then again came to my senses. When we arrived at the hospital, I was in a strange state, as if everything was transparent, and I see a multicolored spacecraft ready to take off. And for some reason I was sure that this ship was mine, and I was in control of it. I don’t understand where, but I knew that I had to fly to the mother ship and dock with it. But I didn't. On purpose. I knew how and what to do, and it was not difficult, but I did not complete the docking: something deep inside me suggested that this would be better for me. And all this happened while I was physically in the hospital.
Gradually I regained consciousness. When he finally opened his eyes, the doctor entered. He had completely black eyes, no white, but I acted as if I did not notice it.
I left the hospital still weak, they did not want to discharge me. They gave me a certificate so that I could give it to my attending physician. It said that I had abused hallucinogens, and it was a clear lie - I had never touched any drugs at all.
Five years have passed since then. All this time I tried to comprehend what happened to me then. Everything that I am telling (and a lot of what I have not yet told) was in fact! Hopefully now I'm out of the alien program.
And yet why did this contact turn into a hunt for a person with the help of that creature? It was not less afraid of me than I was of it. I read about chupacabras - I think it's something like that. I have always felt that this creature is next to me. Only it hunted for me mainly outside the city, where there was no one around. And the crickets helped me a lot: they raised a terrible hubbub when this creature approached. The chirping of the crickets came from a specific point, but this direction was constantly changing, the creature seemed to walk around me in circles. It was really scary. Yes, I didn’t tell about what provoked this hunt, what happened even earlier. Those of you who have not experienced this may consider yourself lucky. We then sat in a bowling alley - my friend and me. They chatted about all sorts of men's affairs. He ordered two large beers. I asked him if he knew who the "observers" were. Note: I didn't even mention aliens. And then suddenly he says that maybe it's time for me to introduce a new implant. Can you imagine? And at that very moment I feel as if something is crawling into my ear. This "something" felt like wet and wriggling. I jumped up from my chair and stuck my finger in my ear, trying to catch "this." I pressed my finger down and a tiny trickle of blood emerged from my ear. A dead silence reigned around. Everyone in the hall looked at me reproachfully, even contemptuously. I suddenly remembered about the "collective consciousness of the hive" - the impression was exactly the same as if everyone around knew what was happening here. Yes, I myself almost became a part of this hive …I should have already put in a new implant. Can you imagine? And at that very moment I feel as if something is crawling into my ear. This "something" felt like wet and wriggling. I jumped up from my chair and stuck my finger in my ear, trying to catch "this." I pressed my finger down and a tiny trickle of blood emerged from my ear. A dead silence reigned around. Everyone in the hall looked at me reproachfully, even contemptuously. I suddenly remembered about the "collective consciousness of the hive" - the impression was exactly the same as if everyone around knew what was happening here. Yes, I myself almost became a part of this hive …I should have already put in a new implant. Can you imagine? And at that very moment I feel as if something is crawling into my ear. This "something" felt like wet and wriggling. I jumped up from my chair and stuck my finger in my ear, trying to catch "this." I pressed my finger down and a tiny trickle of blood emerged from my ear. A dead silence reigned around. Everyone in the hall looked at me reproachfully, even contemptuously. I suddenly remembered about the "collective consciousness of the hive" - the impression was exactly the same as if everyone around knew what was happening here. Yes, I myself almost became a part of this hive …and a tiny trickle of blood came out of my ear. A dead silence reigned around. Everyone in the hall looked at me reproachfully, even contemptuously. I suddenly remembered about the "collective consciousness of the hive" - the impression was exactly the same as if everyone around knew what was happening here. Yes, I myself almost became a part of this hive …and a tiny trickle of blood came out of my ear. A dead silence reigned around. Everyone in the hall looked at me reproachfully, even contemptuously. I suddenly remembered about the "collective consciousness of the hive" - the impression was exactly the same as if everyone around knew what was happening here. Yes, I myself almost became a part of this hive …
For some, all this may seem like a chapter in a science fiction novel, but let it be. Only from that time the hunt for me began. It was because of what happened that I lost my job. The only thing that supported me in life was communication with this so-called friend. And now - on you!
When we got out, a friend offered to take me home. I refused. I understand that they will crawl out of their skin to get that thing back, whatever it is. She's probably still alive, only part of her blood has lost …
I cannot remember if I have been to their ship. But I know that it all revolves around the concept of "soul" … The human race has such a potential and is capable of something that no one else can. And if I had undertaken to guess what's what, then, perhaps, I would have said that "they" have already occupied the future Earth, which, in fact, is "the highest plane" for them … I have never been hypnotized, but now I I am ready to listen to suggestions on this score. Until now, I have always refused.
The only thing I would like to say right now is about the parents. If your child starts babbling about "playmates" exclusively at night, be on the lookout. Try to find out everything you can. I'm not afraid, but I'm tired. And I'm not looking for fame, I just need to find answers to some of my questions. For example, why me?..
UFO magazine 12. Svetlana ANINA