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SUBJECT: FIRSTHAND EXPERIENCE FILE: UFO2686
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Wed 15 Jan 92 8:37
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By: Don Allen
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Re: Contact story
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Article 3463 of alt.alien.visitors:
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Newsgroups: alt.alien.visitors
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Path: bilver!tous!tarpit!fang!att!att!cbnewsj!dwn
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From: dwn@cbnewsj.cb.att.com (david.nodes)
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Subject: firsthand experience
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Organization: AT&T Bell Laboratories
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Date: Mon, 13 Jan 1992 08:46:39 GMT
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Message-ID: <1992Jan13.084639.10328@cbnewsj.cb.att.com>
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Keywords: true
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Lines: 87
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I am somewhat reluctant to post. I know how skeptical people can be.
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Rightly so I geuss. There seems so much fooling around in this group.
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Thanks to those who take this seriously.
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In sept. 1985 while camping up over high point n.j. I was abducted by
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what I believe had to have been extraterrestrials. I was awaken
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sometime after midnight, I felt myself rising, tent, all my gear,
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everything, floating up, it was not at all that unpleasant, smooth
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rising. I was slow to react. I can have vivid dreams, it really took me
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a few minutes to know I was actually awake. I was not frightened. I
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knew something extraordinary was happening. When I finally stopped, I
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felt cool metal beneath the floor of my tent. I crept to the opening of
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my tent and started to undo the zippers and ties. Peeking out all I saw
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was a uniform grey. Floors, ceilings, walls? I couldn't tell. I could
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sense depth, it wasn't fog but fog like. By then, not scared, but very
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excited, I sat and waited. Who am I? Nobody, this, I knew was the most
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important thing that could ever happen to me. Some time passed (i had
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no clocks of any kind), nobody came to get me. Figured I'd be summoned
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or something. I had to pee. I stepped out of my tent. I looked out in
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the gray blankness, it was all I could see, me and my stuff were all
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there was. I pissed. I was embarrassed for myself. I felt I should just
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do what I had too. I walked maybe 100 yrds out. I sensed nothing new,
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just my stuff getting smaller behind me. Alot of time passed. I was now
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a bit worried the food I had with me would not last too long. Finally a
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wind whipped up. My stuff went sliding away from me. I laid flat to the
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floor, with this wind ripping over me, the pads of my finger tips were
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the only things holding me in place, and I felt my grip beginning to
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slide, til finally I flew off in the direction of my stuff at the mercy
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of this wind (force?). When I came to rest I began to hear explosions.
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Looking around I saw what appeared a battlefield. A tattered chainlink
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fence topped with razor wire was in front of me (the direction I slid
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from). The explosions seemed far off. I could see flashes in the
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darkened (nightime?) sky. There was asphalt under me, it felt very
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real, there air was cool, much cooler than the grey place, helicopters
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were in the sky shining lights, looking for something. I got to my
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knees, keeping low, I looked around, spotting a lit door in back of me.
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I crawled to it, crawled in the door way, slamming it shut behind me.
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It was a hotel room. An average looking place. I heard none of the
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sounds of war I had left behind. There was a hot meal on a tray, some
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kind of meat, in a red tomato sauce, with pasta, or something like
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pasta, it was bland stuff really, maybe not quite right. I ate it all.
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I felt relieved, it seemed a normal enough hotel room. I took a shower.
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I laid on the bed and slept for awhile after that. I was exhausted alot
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of time had past. I woke in the very same room. An urgent thought was
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'pressed' into my mind. See I, David was given a very important
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decision. I could end everything, not just my life, all life, that was
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clear, all I had to do was press the tip of my pinky, to the center of
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the wall. I decided to do it. I am not sure why, at this point, I felt
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I was being tested, like the rat in the maze and I didn't know if I
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would ever see the world I knew again anyway, maybe I was ready to end
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it all. I approached the wall, and slowly applied my pinky tip to the
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doomsday spot. Thru the walls I felt the searing heat coming. The
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whitest hot wall of light replaced the wall of the room and advanced
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slowly towards me. As it got to me I felt it consume me, it was the
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strangest thing, as it was working my way across my body towards the
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pinky tip that was still on the wall, I was aware of the non-existance
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of the parts of my body the light was passing thru. As the light
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consumed my head, I was still 'watching' it work down consuming my arm
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to the pinky on the wall. Before it consumed the last of my pinky tip,
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I released, the tip from the spot, and all was as it was before I
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touched the spot. It was remarkable. I tried it several times. Always
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releasing the tip from the spot before it was totally consumed. I
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feared what might happen if I didn't. I spent seemingly weeks in this
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room, facing similiar strange situations. At the end of it, I awoke,
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stiff, sleeping on the ground where my tent had been pitched, the knees
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of my jeans where worn from crawling and stuff I did, in the seeming
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weeks, when I was wherever I was. I hiked back to my car and drove
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home. I did not report it to any authorities. I told some of my closest
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friends. They came up with lots of rationals. The experience was quite
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real, and I could really write hundreds of pages of what I experienced
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in the 'hotel room'. My life goes on today. I don't care if anyone
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believes. I was not mis-treated physically, I can recall none of the
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medical type tests other people report. I am not sure whether I would
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care for the experience again. I think I would. I feel privileged in a
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way. There are forces in the universe greater than ourselves. Capable
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of collecting us like bugs, and running us thru mazes like rats.
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Skeptics go rot. I really don't care if anyone believes, I wouldn't if
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I hadn't gone thru it firsthand. I will post more of my experiences in
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the 'hotel' if anyone is interested. -dave
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