SUBJECT: CONTACTEE FILE: UFO2716
Message number 736 in "CONTACT"
Date: 01-31-91 21:27
From: Howard Moreland
To: All
Subj: contactee
I write this in the hope that if their is anyone who can a) RELATE TO
MY EXPERIENCE, b) have possibly had the same or similar experience, c)
can tell me something that I should know, can contact me in regards to
my unique experience!!!
Before I continue, I feel obligated to WARN you of the nature of my
story and suggest you discontinue NOW if you do not wish to share the
shock with me. I know you would not be reading this message now if you
had not at least some fasination with this most unusual field. I do not
wish to insult your intelligence with this introduction, it's just I
BELIEVE ME and wish YOU would at least TAKE ME SERIOUSLY!
Without further delay, here goes it as I know it:
Presently, I am 26 years old. When I was only a child of 3 and 1/2 (I'm
not sure if I was quite 4 at the time -- the reason being I remember my
sister got a canipy on her bed when she was 7 and she is 3 years older
than I am and when this happened she didn't have a canipy yet.)
Anyhow, one night (I don't remember the events neither before nor after
this night--just this horrible night) I was in bed yet to have fallen
asleep when my sister screamed!! I could hear my dad taking a shower
and my mother walking up the hall. (I wish to point out that I
understood my dad to be in the shower because the water flow sounded
like it does when someone disrupts the continuious stream of water
while showering.)
Also, the only people in the house were 4 persons. My mother, dad ,
sister, and myself. When my mother came up the hall I called her in to
"take me with you mamma." I'm not sure wheather or not she carried me
or I walked beside (or behind) her up the hall to my sister's bedroom.
We entered the room where by this time my sister was in tears and quite
frightened. She, without being asked, stated "IT came in my room, Mama,
IT came in my room!"
My mother then acted in a way that I was not familiar with. I mean, it
seemed as if she didn't really care. Not in a way a mother does when
she really doesn't care but more like she COULD NOT! It was like she
was on medicine or something, which I know for fact she's never taken
or had to take. You know, the kind that makes like a ZOMBIE?!
But then my mom did show concern--of a type, kinda' wierd, like she was
afraid but couldn't scream or tell it outloud. She looked at my sister
and then acknowledged her in such a way as if she already knew what IT
was! She said "I know, I know" in a low , somewhat like she was
appoigetic about the whole thing.
I mean, she cared but she couldn't do anything about it--THAT KIND OF
STATE OF MIND.
She - my mom - suggested we PRAY about IT. We got down on our knees
while my sister remained seated upright in bed. Then my mom did it, she
actually prayed. Not that she wasn't already religious but more like
DID THIS SITUATION DESERVE PRAYER. My mom is the kind that only prays
on two occasions, 1) to be superficial with all her plastic friends (no
insult intended), 2) when there's a catastophy or something serious
like that, you know the type.
As she knelt there praying and ALSO afraid, I became aware of the fact
that I too should be scared; and that something was in the hall! I
COULD FEEL IT!!
After she prayed for us, she got up and said everything'll be better if
we could just get through this night. I still wondered later on for
years why she said it that way--"IF WE CAN ONLY MAKE IT TILL MORNING."
After she got up, she told my sister she was going to 'tuck me in'and
my sister made like she wanted to go too. We went down the hall, back
to my room; the whole time my dad in the shower. My mom carried us
both--obviously we were little (now I'm a fat 250 ponder!!) As we
continued only a second before turning into my room, IT happened!!! I
saw IT! The funy thing was, I wasn't really that afraid. I now know it
was because I was too young to KNOW I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED!
However, I did know this was different. DIFFIRENT than anything I'd
ever seen! To me - at that time - IT looked like a horses head (maybe
more like a giraffe) on a mans body! Narrow chin but with a large head
with big eyes spaced far apart. The eyes were particularly unusual as
if they went on into darkness forever and ever -- like a face without a
soul; absolutely free of emotion or liveliness. However, there was one
character of emotion in those black pools -- the type of emotion you
see on someone's face who has lost ALL hope!!--...the look that's one
step beyond the emotion of despair and complete HOPELESSNESS. I felt a
sense of sorrow for the THING. The whole thing looked so sad. It's not
like I wanted to cry--at least not openly--but I knew this thing was
whatever it is when something has been so heartbroken it dies on the
inside yet still shows evidence of having once felt something. I don't
know wheather me at 3 or 4 years of age was so insightful (sometimes
little kids CAN pick up on things) or wheather or not this thing and I
were in some sort of communication. I do feel, however, that this thing
and I were somehow meant for each other--I mean, it felt like I was the
whole reason IT was suposed to be here in the first place! My mother
put me in bed and began to do the old ritual of 'bed tuckery' yet I
paid my attentions ONLY to the door we'd just entered. I knew this
thing was soon to follow. My guess was correct! The thing went by the
door--I, and my sister, let it be known that we thought it was going to
COME IN!!! Right there into the room. But it DID NOT! WHY?! It didn't
even show the slightest hint of interest, almost as if IT were ignorant
we were there in the room by the long hall way. I do believe it knew,
afterall, it saw us turn into the room. Then, my concern shifted. IT
was headed for my dad and mom's room. I was afraid for my dad. He was a
large man and recently passed away to cancer. I always believed him to
be powerful and potentially a theat to an attacker. But this thing was
bigger than he was!!! (I am aware that most reports speak of 'tiny'
aliens--almost cute. THIS WAS NOT!!! It was at least several inches
taller than my dad when compared to the hall corridors--my dad stood
6'3''. After that, I must have instantly fell asleep. Or, what I
remembered was removed. It wasn't till later that I awoke to find my
nightlight off and sliding door half way opened. At one part, I felt as
if I wasn't even in MY room. I do remember being in a doctor's office
like room but somewhat stale and with things on the floor--things that
looked like clothes made of plastic and, wierd as it seems, a wreath! I
felt like getting up but wasn't sure if I should. This was my first
experience with anxiety. I was worried at this point--things were so
unfamiliar.
Then, I was back in my own room. But I was not alone. It first stood in
my doorway and then soon entered the room. WHY? WHY? WHY? I couldn't
help but to wonder "WHY?" It then got too close. I didn't even have to
make my legs jump me out of the bed! When I stood next to its waste
level--my eyes to its waste.
I didn't try to run at first, I'm not sure why. Maybe IT stalled me?
Who knows what all this (these) thing(s) can do--could it have held me
there with thought waves or some funky thing like that? Then, I did
make my move. I got to the door entrance in a hurry! Surely it would
chase me, I thought. But IT didn't--not at first. IT just looked at me
all sad like. I felt like I could have been its friend at some
point(s).
Before I could like the thing, It came towards me. It seemed
unbelievably fast--or maybe It walked slow but the shock caused me to
lapse out for a brief moment and upon returning to sound consiousness
it was really close to me. I then fled down the hall towards my mom and
dad's room only to a locked shut door. On the way down it almost seemed
as if I was pulled back by an unseen force.
I banged and banged on the door as IT got closer and closer! Then the
door was opened - my dad was there - it was a beautiful sight him being
there and all. I felt as if he were SUPERMAN to the rescue! Some
rescue.
He actually asked me "WHAT'S THE MATTER?-WHAT'S THE MATTER?!?" As if he
couldn't see this BIG thing right there. He attempted to hold me by the
shoulders as if to shake me out of hysteria. I dropped to the floor and
managed to slip through his legs and jumped in the bed with my mom. She
told me "IT'S ALRIGHT" repeatedly. She also said it was 'DAWN'. I
thought she meant the creatures name was DAWN. Only later did I realize
she meant MORNING was either near or already on us.
Then my dad spoke to the thing in a way that seemed as if the monster
was someone he knew. He asked IT a question, maybe several--in fact, it
seemed as if he and THE THING were in conversation. He turned to my mom
and asked what some number plus some number was. Why was he suddenly
interested in adding (or subtracting, multiply, etc.) numbers?
My mother responded with a quick answer. Since when was she a
MATHEMATICIAN!?!? My dad then appeared to have handed this thing
something that looked like money. The thing took it and was no more!
Later on in life I had dreams and many dreams; all of which growth was
accompanied by severe parinoia and anxiety. I was even hospitalized!
Doctors said I was Schiziphrenic but yet by ability to perform under
extreme presure amazingly well contradicted such a label. I saw one
doctor after another until on my fifth one, the most normal of the
bunch, said "I DON'T THINK YOU'RE ANY WIERDER THAN ANYONE ELSE, JUST
HIGHER STRUNG!"
I had a host of problems from anxiety to paranoia, deppression too.
Plus, I developed STRANGE ideas without explaination that had much
signifigance. In some cases I predicted things that DID, IN FACT
HAPPEN!!! Almost everyday to this day, I think of something or someone
that within 24 hours to several days, rarely more, that in some way
comes to pass.
The most IMPORTANT information in my head NOW is this: By 1999 the
world that WE know will change dramatically! The fact is "JESUS CHRIST
HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH THESE UFO's!!!"
I didn't even know this thing was an alien until oneday I saw
"COMMUNION" on a book disply and I shrieked and thought "there IT is,
the BIG-horses-head-on-a-man's-body THING! Then it hit me! What I was
looking at was an ALIEN--not a man with a horses head!
Then I accepted the fact that it was an ALIEN ENCOUNTER I had had. I
read Whitley's book and was SHOCKED to see I was NOT alone. This is why
I am writing this for YOU now. In the hope that you can benifit in some
way with my facts--to examine, disagree or agree--WHATEVER IT IS YOU'LL
DO FROM HERE.
I do believe in the "VISIONS" or rather put, INSIGHTS I'm having. Here
they are:
1) JESUS CHRIST was a combination of both man and ALIEN. See the term
"ELOHIM"! It means 'many of a life form'. The ELOHIM (the word for GOD
in the BIBLE and other sources) was a group of many, often seen in past
times, who -- though many -- acted synonomously acted as ONE BEING. It
is even stated that Jesus was made in the form of sin that knew no sin!
God (ELOHIM) made JESUS like a man in order to SAVE man; to allow US to
become as THEY are! However, I must STOP here, NOW!
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