It was on the night from Saturday to Sunday, October 20-21, - the fisherman told an unusual story. - It rained all day. Therefore, in the afternoon they pulled up an awning, under which they placed a table. I was busy building a fire. Fishing failed. I also thought that our stop was not very successful - a hundred meters from the churchyard.
Two cars were parked near the river at the edge of the forest. We decided that we would not sleep in tents, but in cars. We made soup, warmed up tea. We sat by the fire, joking. Towards evening, the rain subsided. I started to feel sleepy. Andrey took me to his car, spread the seats there. I took off my wet clothes, put on a dry warm jacket, lay down and fell asleep instantly.
I woke up unexpectedly. It seemed to be a dream too. There was a feeling that I was being lifted somewhere. I only see that the flame of the fire began to abruptly recede. I felt that I was being lifted up through some kind of tunnel. I got scared, screamed and immediately passed out. I woke up in some space, where some bluish-lilac fireflies surrounded on all sides. And it was impossible to understand where is top, where is bottom, where is right and left. I tried to move: get up, go. But nothing worked.
Something elastic prevented me from doing it. It was like I was put in some kind of capsule. Again I thought I was dreaming. I began to feel myself. I realized that I was wearing the same jacket in which I went to sleep. I tried to find the phone, but I remembered that I had left it in different clothes. I breathed easily, I felt myself, but I could not understand where I was. I spent a very long time in this state. Maybe even a day. Time passed very slowly.
Your civilization is toxic
Then he heard a strange sound like the chirping of grasshoppers. Following this, the space opened up, and two dark figures in purple and lilac robes, about two meters tall, appeared. It was impossible to see the faces. The arms are very long, almost to the knees, similar to the tentacles. I tried to push one away, but felt my hand pass through him. At the same time, they forcefully took me by the hands and led me somewhere deep. Under my feet I do not feel the dense soil, like we have, everything is somehow elastic, like a clot of energy. There was a lot of light along the corridor along which I was led, and all different scales. Then I heard some kind of gurgling. Sound like water. And in my head words appear as if a translation: "Calm down, nothing bad will happen to you."
Then I was pushed into a room where there was a bright light. There I really felt calm. I already understood that I am in some other reality. I waited for what would happen. Then I was transferred to another room, where there was some other color. And in each room in which I was placed, I experienced completely different feelings. Somewhere - anxiety, even some kind of panic. Somewhere it became joyful.
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Then they took me to a room like a large hall, where there was a large table, at which people with very beautiful, handsome faces were sitting. Their clothes are not what we wear, but as if they were created from light. They looked very different from the ones that brought me in. I realized that they were just performers. They would not be made of dense matter, but some kind of hologram or something. They all looked different, but they were very young. In any case, I did not notice the elders among them.
I was seated in front of them on one side of the table, but I did not have the feeling that I was sitting in a chair. It was like an elastic pillow. Leaning on the table - the hand falls through. And if you somehow put your hand more firmly, you feel the support.
And so they started asking me questions: "What were you doing here?" I say: “Here with friends fishing and all that. And you, like ghosts, took and kidnapped me. " They say: “First, we are not ghosts, we are real. Do you think you are not ghosts? Your world is also ghostly, but you do not notice it. " They commented on my words about fishing as follows: “But you were not enough in this territory! You are disturbing us. " I say, "So we are the masters." They looked at me in surprise: “What makes you think that the owners? Don't think that only you live here. " They said that our civilization is too toxic. At first I thought they meant that we produce a lot of pollution. But they say, "You are throwing away too many negative emotions, and your thinking is toxic." Moreover, they said that our civilization does not interest them at all,and each specific individual may be of interest. An individual can develop for millions of years, but civilization can take a very short time. It turns out that they confirmed the theory that a person lives many lives.
Past life paintings
But I told them about violence my line of wildebeest. And they say: “You yourself are constantly destroying something. And you personally are also capable of violence. " I was surprised. They say: "Come on, we will remind you." They put some kind of cap on my head and showed absolutely terrible episodes of the civil war in our region - Upper and Lower Sae. There the captive sailors were surrounded at night and taken prisoner. They were forced to dig their own graves in the cold without outer clothing before they were shot. I once read about it, and it is so engraved in my memory that I constantly thought about it. I always asked myself: why do these events attract me so much, maybe one of my ancestors participated in these events? There a whole regiment of Reds was killed. And I, it turns out, was a participant in these events.
Why did they deal with the prisoners so cruelly? They put up very strong resistance, they repulsed a dozen and a half attacks, but they were already very tired, and the ammunition was running out. In these villages we settled down to rest and wait for the wagon train with ammunition. We settled in the village, set up posts and fell asleep. And parts of the whites went to the village on skis, surrounded it, silently removed their posts. It took them 6 hours to completely destroy the regiment. Those who resisted were chopped up with swords, and the rest were taken to the village, where they were shot. Several hundred people died at once. And I, it turns out, was one of the white commanders. But when I saw it with my own eyes, it seemed to me easier. When you understand everything, it doesn't press on your heart. And then, when I was in these parts, then I had a constant feeling of anxiety.
They showed me something from our time. They said that in this life I had no terrible episodes. But they showed several points, which I completely forgot, but then I remembered and rethought. I understood where I was wrong, although in my life I felt guilt before people in completely different episodes.
I woke up in Sergintsy
Since I constantly asked to be taken back, I was asked in which settlement we were staying. Sergintsy came to my mind, although then I realized that we were staying at the Pine Mountain, about 3 km from Sergintsy in the Kutamysh region. And so they put me back in this room with fireflies. Then I feel some kind of movement in space. And then the fireflies began to disappear little by little, and I again found myself in some kind of tunnel. And then I woke up on the grass. Above they were eating, above them - the sky. I got up, walked a little at random. I see the lights ahead are shining. Approached and saw that the farm. I remembered that when we passed near Sergintsy, there was some kind of farm there. I walk along the road, and there are many houses boarded up. And complete silence. The feeling is eerie. It was as if I was trapped in some lifeless space. And suddenly I heard a deafening dog barking somewhere nearby. He brought me back to life. Then I finally understood what was on earth.
I went to the last house of the village. Suddenly, I see - the front door has opened, and in the opening I can distinguish a woman's silhouette. I ask: "Which settlement is this?" She answers in a surprised voice: "Sergians". And then the door slammed, the woman was frightened, apparently. And then I realized that it was still that very night, although before that it seemed that several days had passed and I had to go to my friends. When I left the village, I walked out into the pitch darkness. He distinguished the road by the reflections of the puddles, in which the moon and stars were reflected. I stomped through this mud almost at random, but I got there. Friends swearing at me. It turned out that one of them went to look for me, drove to Sergintsov, but did not find me and came back. I tried to explain to them, but they did not hear me. They had a version that I was visiting someone in the village. But I told them that my flashlights remained in my backpack,and a phone in my jacket, and I didn't even have matches with me. I couldn’t go without all this to the dark. They later admitted that they did not hear the car door slam. But it turned out to be closed.
So this strange story ended. I still can't come to my senses, understand what it was, with whom I talked, why it happened to me. But in Kutamysh I no longer have a foot.
Comment:
Nikolay Subbotin, ufologist: - This case fits into the classical scheme of contacts with representatives of other forms of mind, which is described by the world ufological experience. As a rule, people who have experienced such a condition do not talk about it. A similar story happened last year with Igor K., who was traveling along the Ural ridge. At night, he woke up in his tent from a bright light, the source of which was above. A large round object hung over the tent, and a little to the side of the tent, he saw a humanoid creature, which invited Igor to "ride". The traveler refused the invitation, but "talked" for a few minutes with the strange creature. After that, the object disappeared.
Twenty years ago in the United States, psychologist Bud Hopkins created the Kidnapped Foundation - a special organization that was involved in the recovery of people after such incidents. The Foundation has collected huge statistics on contacts of the Fourth type - this is how they call meetings with UFO pilots in UFO. A similar organization, the Institute of Post-Exposure Rehabilitation, has been operating in Russia for 10 years already, whose task is to help contactees deal with unusual experiences.